After I made a biography for my scumbag ex, I was on fire

In fact, from the moment he took the first bite, Lu Yuan was slightly surprised.

He didn't expect that the fast food in the temple would be so delicious.

In his imagination, a vegetarian meal that does not contain any meat or even spicy condiments should be a clear soup with little water and no taste.

But I don't know, whether it's because he was hungry after worshiping the Buddha in the morning, or because of some other reason, Lu Yuan actually felt that this green vegetable tofu was very refreshing and delicious, and even had a special sweetness.

For Lu Yuan, who has a light taste, it is really suitable, and it suits him much better than the usual big fish and meat.

Now, Lu Yuan, who thought the food was not enough, cherished the countless dishes in the bowl, and took every bite seriously.

And once he was serious, his attention was fully focused on his food, and every subtle change was sensitively captured.

So he made an even more surprising discovery.

I thought that the five pieces of tofu that I picked and searched were not enough to taste, but in fact, when he calmed down and savored the body, the feeling brought by every chewing, the five pieces of tofu, made him realize ——

What I really need is not as much as I imagined.

One piece, amazing.

Two pieces, fine product.

Three pieces, aftertaste.

Four yuan, substantial.

Five yuan, satisfied.

It turned out that five yuan was enough, just right, no more and no less.

Think about the food, clothing, housing, and transportation on weekdays. If there is no restraint, there is nothing more or less.

I always think that it takes a lot to be enough to be satisfied.

So I can only keep rushing forward in Vanity Fair, earning and fighting, to satisfy my desire that I can't tell how much I can...

Suddenly, there were only five pieces of tofu in the bowl, and it was enough.

A bowl of white rice, a bowl of clear rapeseed, unexpectedly, is enough...

It is difficult for Lu Yuan to describe his mood at this moment.

A few pieces of tofu taught him such a simple and direct lesson. For Lu Yuan, who is busy with profit, it must be said to be shocking.

Suddenly, I understood, these years, Mu Song has been trying to take him to participate in various meditation activities.

Therefore, in addition to being shocked, but also filled with emotion, Lu Yuan silently ate the rest of the vegetarian meal without leaving a single grain.

Afterwards, following Mu Song, he sent the bowls and chopsticks to the dining area, and bowed in front of Maitreya Buddha before leaving Wuguantang.

Finally able to speak, Lu Yuan had a lot of questions to ask and a lot to say to Mu Song, but after thinking for a long time, he finally managed to say something.

"Such a delicious thing, why didn't you bring me here before?"

Mu Song: ...

Knowing that Lu Yuan was looking for something to say again, Mu Song didn't want to talk to him, with a cold face and raised eyebrows.

"You find a place to rest."

After all, he turned around and went to the Guanyin Hall beside him.

"Hey, hey, Song, why are you going?"

Lu Yuan thought that Mu Song was angry, so he grabbed him.

"Let go, don't make such a fuss in the temple!"

Mu Song flicked it hard.

"I'm fine, where are you going, take me with you."

Lu Yuan was always clinging, holding Mu Song tightly, refusing to let go.

Mu Song was helpless, calmed his face, and said lightly: "I'm going to read the scriptures, will you follow?"

"with!"

Without even thinking about it, Lu Yuan nodded immediately, with a loyal expression on his face, Mu Song thought he was going to wag his tail.

Hey……

With a silent sigh, Mu Song rubbed his eyebrows, lowered his head, and acquiesced.

Lu Yuan's wish came true, and he immediately felt relieved. He let go of Mu Song's arm, and followed him, asking questions as he walked.

"Hey, why is the canteen in the temple called Wuguantang?"

Mu Song was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that Lu Yuan would notice and was interested in asking.

"When you eat, you have to visualize in five ways. First, you know that food is hard to come by, so don't waste it. Second, think about whether your words and deeds are detrimental, and whether you are worthy of this meal.

Three anti-eating greed, practice knowing and stopping.Fourth, treat eating as a cure for hunger. Eating is the same as taking medicine, too much is too much.Wu Zhi's food is all the merits obtained by practicing Taoism. "

Although he didn't know that Lu Yuan was pretending to be concerned, but he still asked sincerely, Mu Song still patiently introduced him, but he didn't know how much Lu Yuan could understand.

Unexpectedly, Lu Wanshi, who hadn't been able to persuade him for ten years, was thoughtful and nodded in agreement.

"Then today, I only managed the third observation. However, after knowing the other observations, next time, I can observe again."

Lu Yuan swears, it seems that he is really interested, and looks at Mu Song with piercing eyes, as if he is extremely looking forward to him taking him to experience it again.

Mu Song: ...

"You don't have to come to the temple to eat fast to watch. You should follow these five views every meal. You just need to go back and understand it."

"Ah... Makes sense! Why didn't I think of it, after all, you are still a professional...

Hey, by the way, before entering the Five Views Hall, why did you tell the monk that you have converted?

What does it mean to take refuge?

... You won't, and become a monk behind my back, right? "

When Lu Yuan asked this question, his voice was tense, and the uneasiness in his eyes reminded Mu Song of Bai Suzhen who questioned Xu Xian under the Leifeng Pagoda.

Really, speechless and funny, so I started to tease him.

"Ahem, yes, there is also a dharma name..."

Lu Yuan: ...

"I'm asking you seriously!"

Lu Yuan stretched out his hand again, this time, instead of pulling his arm, he grabbed Mu Song's slightly longer hem.

……

"What are you doing?"

Mu Song turned his head impatiently and stared at Lu Yuan, but met his sad expression, like an old dog who was afraid of being abandoned by its master.

Mu Song: ...

"Are you stupid?! If I am a monk, can I eat delicious food and drink spicy food every day, and hang out in the world of mortals?"

Mu Song turned his face away and explained angrily.

"Then, what does it mean to take refuge?"

"What do you mean? It is to submit an application for joining the party and say to the Buddha, 'I will trust you from now on', now you understand me!"

Lu Yuan's tense chest was obviously relieved, and he let go of his strength, as if embarrassed, silently let go of the hand that was grabbing the corner of Mu Song's clothes.

"Oh, that's what it means. Then..."

"Okay, okay, don't babble, I'm in a hurry."

After Mu Song finished speaking, he ignored Lu Yuan and stepped up the steps in two or three steps, entering the bustling Guanyin Hall.

The main hall is very large, and a wooden Guanyin statue more than ten meters high sits quietly in the middle of the hall.

In front, there is a row of square cushions for devout men and women from all directions to kneel and kowtow, and there are some cushions on both sides of the Avalokitesvara statue, which are quite empty.

Mu Song avoided the crowded front, walked around to the side of Guanyin Bodhisattva, found a cushion in the corner, and knelt down straight down as if kowtowing, closed his eyes, folded his palms together and bowed thirteen times, and began to chant words.

Mu Song's chanting was very fast, and his voice was very small, almost between his lips and teeth, fine and small, like a mantra that was not a heretic.

Lu Yuan walked up to him silently, sat down cross-legged on the cushion beside Mu Song silently, turned sideways, and looked at the extremely dedicated and devout man in front of him.

Even though he couldn't hear clearly or understand what he was saying, Lu Yuan could still feel an inexplicable force pulling him into a wonderful aura.

When Lu Yuan was very young, he saw the scene of chanting scriptures from costume series when he occasionally watched TV with his mother.

It is usually an old lady, kneeling in a Buddhist hall, holding a string of Buddhist beads, and muttering words.

I didn’t know much about it when I was young, and I didn’t learn about it when I grew up, so I always thought it was kind of nagging, even a little funny.

But today, for the first time, at such a close distance, watching people chanting scriptures, the person who is chanting scriptures is still his sweetheart.

The views on this matter have gradually changed.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, or if there is a divine power in the dark, Lu Yuan's body and mind, just sitting next to Mu Song, watching him recite scriptures that he doesn't understand, gradually becomes relaxed and quiet.

At this time, at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the sunlight was tilted and poured into the main hall through the long and narrow back door.

From Lu Yuan's perspective, the orange-white light is like a fluorescent screen, wrapping and setting off Mu Song, who is extremely focused, with a hazy halo.

The Bodhisattva on the lotus pedestal gradually merged into the same picture and became a solemn part of the treasure in this hall.

Lu Yuan's gaze, like a paintbrush, "traces" inch by inch from Mu Song's clear-cut face, the more he traces, the more joy in his heart grows, he can't help it, takes out his phone, and wants to capture the picture that he cherishes so much survive.

"Crack."

Forgot to mute the sound, the sound of taking pictures reached Mu Song's ears, and couldn't help it, his brows frowned slightly.

"What are you doing?"

Mu Song lowered his voice, looking at the phone that Lu Yuan hadn't had time to take back,

"I……"

"Don't take random photos in the temple."

Mu Song reminded in a low voice, but he didn't mean to blame.

Lu Yuan quickly put away his phone, straightened his body again, and sat obediently, looking like an obedient baby.

After reading the scriptures for a long time, Mu Song was completely immersed in it, and didn't even care about what Lu Yuan was doing.

Looking at his tall body, sitting on a small futon, like a top-heavy tumbler, Mu Song felt a little funny.

"If you are tired, go and rest on the stone chair outside, I will wait a while."

"I am not tired……"

"You're not tired, I'm tired just looking at you... Go ahead and deal with your group's major affairs."

I don't know whether it was because he was in the Buddhist hall or because he had just read the scriptures. When he said these words, Mu Song's voice was always very soft, and his expression was very gentle.

Lu Yuan watched and listened, feeling infinite tenderness, his heart turned into a pool of spring, and he took Mu Song's slightly teasing words as long-lost concern.

In a moment of excitement, he leaned over and hugged Mu Song, and said softly, "I'll wait for you outside", then quickly stood up, rubbed his stiff knees, and left the hall.

Looking at Lu Yuan's limping back, Mu Songna got stuck in his chest because of his "sneak attack" half of his temper, and slowly faded away.

Hey……

What a big injustice...

Mu Song let out a long sigh in his heart, then withdrew his thoughts and continued to read the scriptures he hadn't finished. After reading the "Heart Sutra" one hundred and eight times, more than an hour had passed.

Mu Song stood up straight, bowed deeply to the Bodhisattva three times, and made a devotion before slowly standing up.

After leaving the main hall, Mu Song looked at the stone chairs on both sides for tourists to rest their feet, but he didn't find Lu Yuan's figure.

what……

This dog man, couldn't sit still, and went somewhere else to relax?

"Oh, I know this person says one thing and does another..."

While talking to himself, Mu Song took out his mobile phone and just dialed Lu Yuan's number when he heard his voice coming from outside the phone.

"Ode!"

Mu Song followed the reputation, and on the stone steps not far ahead, Lu Yuan was leaning forward and waving to him.

"Why are you here?"

Mu Song walked over, looked at the stone steps where people were coming and going, then looked at Lu Yuan's sweat-drenched back, and finally his eyes fell on the scriptures in his hand.

"There are many people over there, but it's not crowded here."

Lu Yuan raised his face, looked at Mu Song on the stone steps, and showed a smile illuminated by Buddha's light.

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The author has something to say:

Lu Yuan: "Smile after being illuminated by Buddha's light"?What kind of smile is that? / Confused

Mu Song: emmmmm... Let me guess, maybe Maitreya is like that.

Lu Yuan: ...Although, he still wants to be his wife's handsome dog. /Pitiful

Zhizhi: Hey, after all, I misunderstood your LSP, and you really don't deserve to be illuminated by Buddha's light! /Pooh