"Buddha, what is the most precious?"
Thousands of years later, he has become a Buddha respected by thousands of people.
"Let me tell you a story."
He kindly faced the disciple who asked him and began to explain.
My thoughts go back to a long, long time ago.
"There was a man who rescued a fox demon but mistook her for a cat..."
It's been so long since I've looked through the book of memories deep in my mind that it's getting blurry, and I can't tell whether those hundreds of years were just a dream or reality?
"Buddha, does that man love that sister?" After listening to his narration, the disciple asked.
"Maybe."
The disciple thought for a long time and said, "I seem to understand."
"Understand what?"
"On the surface of this story, people can feel that the most precious things are [unavailable] or [lost]. In fact, if you understand it more deeply, you can understand everything at that time. So the most precious thing is actually memory, and you have the best memories. Is what the disciples said, Buddha, right?"
He smiled silently, just looking into the distance.
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