Under the bodhi tree, the monk is surrounded by a faint golden halo, which is the realization of the great path. The halo is like a barrier separating the bustle of the city. His eyes are lightly closed, and he is as calm as a mountain.
The alms bowl is suspended in front of the knees, and two crystal-white beads are floating in the bowl. The left bead moved first, as if it was pushed half an inch by the wind, with a little distance; the right bead followed, and when it was about to catch up, it saw that the left bead had slowed down, so it stopped and hung half an inch behind. The left bead moves again, and it chases again, back and forth like the fish in the old dream, one tail tracing back to the source, the other chasing the current.
From a distance, a monk stepped on the leaves and stood outside the halo. Scanning his eyes, he saw tiny shimmers scattered outside the halo, like stars wet with morning dew.
"The beads in his bowl are still wrapped around..." The Taoist priest's voice was like still water.
The monk clasped his hands together and leaned down to pick up a piece of shimmering light. The warmth on his fingertips was the unique tenderness of a child. "The way has been accomplished, but the destiny has not been broken." He said and picked up a few more pieces.
A bodhi leaf fell down very slowly, its petiole swaying lightly, and it went down the wind towards the alms bowl. Just when the leaf tip was about to reflect the shadow of a pearl, a gust of wind swept past, holding the leaf slowly and slowly, and took it slightly to one side. It floated away with the halo, and fell silently on the moss field ten feet away.
"Feng also understands what he means." The Taoist said calmly.
After a moment of silence, the monk sighed softly: "Perhaps he understands the meaning of the wind." He raised his hand and combined the light in his palm with the one in the Taoist's hand. The glimmer of light collided and turned into a little boy with a double bun. His eyebrows were crooked and he tilted his head to look at the monk in the halo, holding a half-yellow Bodhi leaf in his hand.
"Let's go." The Taoist priest pulled the child.
When the three figures disappeared deep into the forest, the wind picked up again, and the bodhi leaves rustled. It was as clear as a mountain stream passing through rocks, and it seemed to have no end...
Intention: He takes protecting her as the step to enlightenment, and she takes uniqueness as the anchor of her soul. Finally, in the fireworks of the city, her obsession comes to fruition.
