After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 542
"Did you really love her?"

When Zhao Tangli woke up from the dream, he would often think of the girl in the dream.

All of his memories suddenly recovered one day, and it was as if he was still in a dream in a trance, and the time he spent most of his life seemed to have happened just yesterday.

In his dream, he liked a girl named Ding Bao.

In the dream, he was a young monk who had just descended from the mountain, and she was a tea picker who lived with her old father at the foot of the mountain. It was raining when they met for the first time, and there was a thin layer of mist floating in the distant mountains, hazy and enchanting , the air is filled with a sweet smell, and the clothes will be wet after walking in it for a while.

Ding Bao, a tea picking girl, was carrying a basket of new tea, walking down the mountain step by step, her head was lowered, her hair was wet by the mist, and the light blue gown stuck to her body, outlining a beautiful curve.

The little monk silently said "Do not see evil", and stepped forward to ask for directions.

The tea picking girl raised her head, her eyes looked like the dark green distant mountains, with a faint mist floating there, watery, round and black, and well-behaved like small animals living in the tea mountains.

The little monk was injured on the way down the mountain, was chased by wild wolves in a mess, lost a shoe and broke an arm, even so he still straightened his back and was gentle and polite.

"Why are you going to become a monk?"

"Master asked me to go down the mountain to practice for three years."

"It will take a year and a half for your arm to recover. Come back with me, doctor in the village."

The little monk looked at his arm, thought that he was already in the mortal world, and thought about the three-year agreement from now on.

"Then I'll be here for a while."

Half a year later, his broken arm had grown back, and the tea picker girl told him that the little monk was leaving.

"It's almost Chinese New Year. Every family is reunited. It's not interesting for you to go to the town alone. You might as well stay at my house for the New Year's Eve before leaving."

The little monk hesitated for a while, looked into the eyes of the tea picker, and finally decided to stay and spend a secular New Year before leaving.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the little monk was leaving, and the tea picker asked him to stay and help sow the seeds. The little monk thought that the father of the orphan girl was really hard, so she stayed and helped her sow new tea.

This kind, it's time to pick old tea again.

The Tea Picker always had an excuse for him to stay.

Young monks who have just entered the WTO always have an excuse to let themselves stay for a few more days.

In this way, year after year.

Three years have passed.

The little monk planned to go back to the mountain.

"Isn't it good in the secular world?"

The tea picking girl looked at the little monk with a lot of sadness in her eyes.

"Amitabha... Ding Bao, master is getting old, I want to go back to serve the ancient Qingdeng Buddha on his behalf."

The little monk lowered his head and prepared to leave.

The voice of the tea picker came from behind.

"what about me?"

Once this sentence is asked, there is no retreat between the two.

The little monk didn't look back, and stood there silently for a long time, looking at the prayer beads in his hand, and finally sighed with all his emotions.

"Our fate is only three years, and I have also experienced the warmth and warmth of human feelings in the secular world. I am just the most insignificant passer-by in your life, so there is no need to miss it."

Finally the little monk left.

Always soft-hearted, he never turned his head because of the choking sound of the tea picker girl.

His master explained it.

Lust is the fate of his life.

After passing through this calamity, he can become a Buddha.

Between the Buddha and the tea-picking girl, he chose the former.

Later, he inherited the temple and became the new abbot.

That year, the young disciple went down the mountain to practice, and he instructed the young monk.

"Don't stay in one place for more than a year."

The little monk was ignorant.

"Why, Master?"

Accompanied by the green lantern, the old monk looked up at the corner of the mountain, just like in the past decades.

"I'll talk to you again when you come back."

Three years later, the little monk returned to the mountain, with a lot of peace and indifference on his original immature face.

He told his master about the interesting things that happened at the foot of the mountain, as well as his insights from it.

"There is another strange thing, that is, the tea mother at the foot of the tea mountain, who has never been married and has no children, will give some tea to us monks in the past, and ask me if the monk will be tempted, I don't know How should I answer her, but I have no desire for Buddha, and if I want to become a real Buddha, I will definitely not be tempted, so I returned her, no. Later, before I went up the mountain, I heard that Granny Cha hanged herself. He was holding a Buddhist bead."

The little monk was talking to himself.

He didn't realize that the master who was sitting opposite had already tightly clenched the Buddhist beads in his hand, and for the first time, he showed something similar to sadness on his usually indifferent and compassionate face.

Later, the master passed away.

The little monk became the master of others.

When he told his disciples about the past, he always mentioned one thing.

"Master always said that he is right to all living beings, but only one person. Over time, this becomes an obsession, which will be unforgettable until death. The most unforgettable thing in the world is this kind of unobtainable person."

(End of this chapter)