The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

The expressions of the monks varied, some showed hesitation, and some had twinkling eyes, as if they were weighing the pros and cons in their hearts. After all, going to deliver a message is not an easy task, and they have to think carefully in the face of a situation where enemy invaders are rampant.

Elder Farben sat on a high seat and watched everyone's reactions. His brows wrinkled slightly, as if he was thinking about who was qualified for this task. Zhang Sheng stood aside with a firm gaze. He did not stop calling, as if he wanted to find a brave person among the crowd.

At this moment, a monk walked out of the crowd. He was wearing an ordinary monk's robe. His face was a little childish, but he exuded an open-minded atmosphere. This monk was Huiming. He walked confidently towards the center of the Dharma Hall, with clear eyes and an easy-going look, and said: "I dare to go!"

Monk Huiming stood in front of everyone, his eyes revealed a kind of perseverance and determination, as if he had made up his mind. He took a deep breath and said firmly: "I will not recite the Lotus Sutra, nor will I participate in Emperor Liang's confession ceremony." His words revealed his different views on traditional rituals, and it seemed that he Already found its own path.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and lifted up his monk's hat. This action seemed effortless, but it showed his informality, as if it reflected his tenacious decision.

Afterwards, he took off his robe, and his actions revealed his abandonment of traditional restraints, as if he had released the restraints deep in his heart at this moment. His movements seemed calm and natural, as if he was letting go of a layer of wrapping to reveal his true self.

"The murderous heart of a thief triggered my heroic courage." His voice was slightly deeper, but full of the power to bravely face the heart. His words conveyed that he had faced life and death, and that the experience had made him braver and more determined.

His hands held the black-tailed steel rafter, as if he was reliving the battle. This action obviously had a special symbolic meaning. It seemed that he wanted to use this action to arouse the fighting spirit and courage deep in his heart.

Monk Huiming's demeanor and movements showed his perseverance and courage, and his inner world was revealed at this moment. He does not want to be constrained by tradition. He dares to face his inner desires. He has made a decision and bravely pursues his own path.

Monk Huiming was wearing a cassock, his eyes were firm and bright, showing a distinctive sharpness.

"It's not because I'm greedy, nor because I'm bold," Huiming's voice was low and firm, and his eyes gradually became deeper. He expressed his inner thoughts as if talking to himself, as if to let everyone understand that his choice was not out of vanity or bravery.

There was a look of determination in his eyes, as if he was using his words to defend himself and explain his actions to everyone. He doesn't want to be misunderstood, and he doesn't want everyone to have a bad impression of him because of his decision.

Everyone listened with rapt attention. Their eyes were like torches, cast on Huiming, as if they wanted to discern the outline of the truth from his words.

"I know how they called me to 'meditate', but I was not lost in the tiger's den and the dragon's pond. I did not stop because I understand that it is in difficult situations that we can feel the inner strength and courage . The tiger's den and the dragon's pond are just a test of life. I am willing to move forward resolutely and move forward courageously."

Speaking of this, Huiming's voice was slightly passionate, and his eyes were burning with a determined flame, as resolute as a warrior swearing to defend his faith.

"It's not because of my support or my guidance. Although eating simple vegetable steamed buns these days can't be regarded as rich, it makes me understand that material things are not the real satisfaction of the heart. The real satisfaction comes from the understanding of the meaning of life. Pursuit comes from adhering to good deeds and the right path.”

Huiming's words were filled with the pursuit of inner truth, and everyone seemed to see a pure land deep in his heart, full of light and warmth.

Monk Huiming's voice gradually became lower and lower, as if he was describing the conflicts and thoughts deep in his heart. His eyes looked through the temple windows to the distant sky, as if looking for answers in the sky.

"Fusha soup, wide-flake noodles, plus some mixed grits, sour yellow leeks, and rotten tofu." Huiming's voice was like a breeze, soft and warm, and his words seemed to outline a rich picture of food. Everyone seemed to be able to smell the rich aroma and feel the satisfaction at that moment.

"It doesn't require much seasoning. More than ten thousand kilograms of black noodles are used to make food, which adds a deep atmosphere." Huiming's tone revealed a familiarity with food production. He seemed to be imagining the delicious dishes. The atmosphere of cooking quietly created in a temple.

"I treat the fate of these 5000 people as steamed bun stuffing, as if I have integrated them into one." Huiming's words became more solemn, as if he was thinking about a profound proposition. His eyes deepened, as if through the making of these foods, he had found a way to bring people together.

"Is this the misdirection of my life?" Huiming's voice trembled slightly, as if he was asking a question in his heart. There was a trace of contradiction and confusion between his brows, as if he was standing at a crossroads in life, facing an unknown road ahead.

"I must not lose my way!" Huiming's voice suddenly became louder, full of firmness and determination. His hands were clasped together, as if grasping the deepest belief in his heart.

"I wrapped the remaining meat and dipped it in salt. This is my decision." Huiming's movements seemed calm and powerful, as if he was interpreting his decision with practical actions.

After listening to Monk Huiming's affectionate statement, the atmosphere in the temple became solemn and solemn, as if time had stopped at this moment. Everyone's eyes focused on Huiming, and ripples surged in their hearts, moved by his words.

The piano boy nodded silently. Although Monk Huiming said eight of the ten sentences related to eating, he should be praised for his impassionedness! In comparison, Zhang Junrui could have stood up and offered help from the beginning, but he had to wait until the Cui family promised to marry his daughter before he showed up. It was nothing to step forward. He was just taking advantage of others' danger! He couldn't help but glare at Zhang Sheng in front of him.

Zhang Sheng's brows relaxed slightly, and he looked at Huiming steadily, as if silently praising him. Zhang Sheng was secretly proud. Fortunately, there was such a stupid monk. The matter of me having sex with my female Bodhisattva was settled!

A warm light flashed in Mrs. Cui Xiangguo's eyes. She held the crutch in her hand and shook it hard involuntarily, as if feeling the firmness in Huiming's heart. She was a mother, and she knew that her daughter was in danger. At this moment, she felt moved from her heart.

Elder Farben sat on a high seat, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he was looking for some answers from Huiming's words. He is the abbot of the temple and is fully aware of the difficulties brought about by the situation at hand, but he can also feel the persistence in Huiming's heart for his faith and mission.

Fa Cong stood beside Fa Ben, looking at Zhang Sheng and then at Huiming, nodded slightly, his brows were a little knotted, and then relaxed, looking as if nothing had happened.

The monks in the temple also nodded in unison, as if silently expressing their agreement with Huiming's words. Monk Huiming's words made them feel inspired and inspired, as if someone's firm faith lit the way forward for them at this critical moment.

In this silence, the bell of Pujiu Temple rang melodiously again, as if there was a spiritual resonance. Everyone invariably felt a force, which was the common pursuit of faith, responsibility and courage.

Elder Farben nodded slightly, looked at Huiming, and said with a smile: "Monk Huiming, I know that you have an open mind and an open-minded temperament. Now Zhang Xiucai hopes that you can send the letter to Puguan. For this task, I hope you will I can take the responsibility. The future is unknown, do you really dare to go?"