"I don't believe that gods and Buddhas are pure and have no desires, but I want to see you tempted; you know that the mortal world is a calamity, but you still look back for me time and time again."
Everyone in the capital says that the Buddha at Qingyun Temple who protects the country is compassionate, pure and untainted by dust.
Song Zhiyuan didn't believe it.
She walked up the mountain in the lingering spring rain, stepped into the main hall with her skirt in hand, looked at the monk with gentle eyebrows and pure snow-clad clothes through a wisp of incense with a smile, and called him: "Little Bodhisattva."
This sound was originally a joke, a tease. She saw that he was gentle and easy to bully, so she deliberately used it to tease him.
Making things difficult for him, giving him orders, watching the tips of his ears turn red, watching him lower his eyes and twirling his Buddhist beads - she originally just wanted to see how such a person who was compassionate to all living beings, pure and without desires, would be at a loss when he was entangled in the world of mortals.
But as she looked at it, she saw something else.
It was when the spring rain was knocking on the eaves, and he knelt and sat under the lamp to bandage the wounds of the sick child, his cuffs were stained with the scent of medicine, and his eyebrows were downcast like a painting; it was in the midsummer when the cicadas were chirping, she deliberately said harsh words to see him at a loss, but when he raised his eyes, his eyes were dry She was defeated first; on an autumn night when the mountain wind was freezing, she stood at the foot of the long steps wearing a cloak and saw him walking alone through the corridor with a lantern, his figure silent, like a jade Buddha who could feel pain and tiredness, but still sympathized with all living beings.
She called him "Little Bodhisattva", but he would also be sick and tired, and the tips of his ears would turn red when she approached him step by step. When she asked with a smile, "Are Buddhists also confused?" His fingertips would curl up slightly, and he would whisper a Buddha's name, but he could not suppress his chaotic breathing at that moment.
