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Ten years of hard work. The black, six-month college entrance exam. Under the great expectations of the parents, teachers and children, they gradually left the stage. The three days of college entrance exam was just a blink of an eye away.

The College Entrance Test was over. There were those who were happy and those who were sad. Those who were sad were naturally those who did not put in effort normally and only thought of opportunistic things; those who were happy were those who had confidence and hope in their future. Of course, Zhang Song and the others were the type of people who were happy because they were all accepted by Northern Anhui University.

High school was over, and they all had a long vacation. After the admission notice came, they decided to make the most of the vacation without any worries or worries. Naturally, they turned their gazes towards the Nine Flower Mountain. They wanted to see the human culture and elegance of the Nine Flower Mountain.

The Nine Flowers Mountain is magical, elegant and refined, is a natural treasure, has the name of "Lotus Buddha". Within the country, there were many peaks competing for the championship. Strange rocks stood tall, and the nine peaks were like nine lotuses. They were all extremely beautiful, and each of them had their own charm. The natural sleeping Buddha formed by the continuous mountain peak becomes the model of organic fusion of natural landscape and Buddhist culture. The scenic area is filled with clear streams, lagoons and waterfalls, which form a picture scroll of Qingxin nature. As well as the sea of clouds, sunrise, fogong, buddhist light and other natural wonders, a myriad of weather, beautiful beyond compare, has always been "Xiujia Jiangnan" reputation.

Jiuhua Mountain has a mild climate, moist land and a beautiful ecological environment. The four seasons were also different. Spring, all over the mountains, birds and songs; summer, the beautiful wood, the cool valley wind; autumn, the forest, do not be full of interest; winter, the fine Yu Yu Yu Yu, supernatural and ethereal. The beautiful scenery at four o'clock was breathtaking.

Jiuhua Mountain is famous for its Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. It is famous both at home and abroad. In 719, King Shinro's son, Jin Qiao, crossed the sea to Tang, Zhuo Xi Jiuhua and trained assiduously for 75 years, at the age of 99. Because he passed away after all kinds of auspicious looks very similar to the scriptures of the Kitigarbha Bodhisattva, the monks revered him as the Kitigarbha Bodhisattva Ying, Jiuhua Mountain was established as the Kitigarbha Bodhisattva Taoist Hall. Being called by the Bodhisattva of Ksitigarbha, "Exhaustion of Life, proof of Bodhi, Hell is not empty, oath will not become Buddha", since the Tang Dynasty, monasteries have increased, monks have gathered, joss sticks have flourished in the world. For a long time, all the temples have been full of buddhist affairs, the morning bell, evening drums, the Buddhist chanting, and the pilgrimage to the mountains have been endless.

The cultural background of Jiuhua Mountain is profound. Since the Jin and Tang dynasties, Tao Yuanming, Li Bai, Fei Guanqing, Du Mu, Su Dongpo, Wang Anshi and other scholars of the literary world have traveled here, reciting one after another ancient and absolute songs. Huang Binghong, Zhang Daqian, Liu Haimei, Li Kechan and other great Danqing craftsmen have left behind a series of masterpieces. The great poet Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty ascended to the ninth flower and wrote dozens of immortal poems praising the Nine Flowers Mountain. In particular, the verse "The Wonder of Two Divisions, The Spirit Mountain opens the Nine Flowers" became the "Definite Canon" of the Nine Flowers Mountain.

They drove their "family" valiantly to Jiuhua Mountain.

When he got out of the car, he was greeted by a striking green leaf, giving him a sense of mystery. He was like a spiral boat full of patterns that had been stranded at the edge of the water, lying in a pool of clear water, unwilling to leave. The water was clear and jade-like, gentle at his side; the flowers were like hairpins, blooming charmingly. They rested in a calm posture in a green dream, silent, without sadness or joy.

The fan-shaped blade had a few thin veins that stretched out so fresh. The leaves were tender, green, and soft. There were a few strands of fur on the leaves, reflecting the sunlight. They were soft and gave off a sense of texture. They stick to the surface of the ancient tree, displaying the freshness of beauty with delicate gestures.

Perhaps when all life is very young or very proud, no one ever pays attention to its value, and only when it approaches old age or is in some kind of trouble does it realize that not all things can transcend the height of life and create a second life. However, the charm of life can only be found in the embrace of old age, the nobility of life can only be reflected in the challenge of misfortune, and the value of life can only be manifested in the struggle against great pressure. Just like this ancient tree, this tender green leaf, wasn't it precisely because it struggled against its predicament to complete its magnificence, that it was able to prove to the world that life was too great to be looked down upon?

The wind blew gently, and the flowers swayed gently. It was very gentle and peaceful. Bending over, he picked up a wisp of the fragrance and planted it in the depths of his soul. Thus, the fragrance was like a dream, walking into a calm and collected state …

Everyone kept taking pictures as they walked. Their smiles never stopped. This was a kind of satisfaction, a satisfaction with oneself, a satisfaction with nature, a reverence for life …

Compared to the crowd, Zhang Song was filled with thoughts. He had too many questions, too many questions to answer, and he wanted to pursue the illusory answer. In his heart, there was always a voice calling out to him. Coming here, that voice was getting clearer and clearer, and every step he took, he would become more excited. He believed that before long, perhaps in the next second, he would find the answer he was looking for.

Just when everyone was enjoying the fun of forgetting themselves, they did not know that someone had quietly disappeared from their line of sight. Zhang Song left the crowd when no one else noticed him. Because it was a secret to him that he was going to find an answer he didn't even know. Secrets were things that outsiders did not know. He could not and did not want others to know that there were some questions and answers that could only be borne by one person, that could only be borne by one person.

Looking at the familiar ancient temple, Zhang Song sighed a little. A few months ago was the first time he came here in his life, but he didn't expect that he would come here again in a few months. What secrets were hidden here that were related to him? Why did he always have the urge to cry whenever he came here? Why was that?

Withdrawing his lonely mood, Zhang Songming looked towards the temple with his eyes, and then revealed a faint smile, without any hesitation, he stepped into the temple.

"Master, long time no see. How have you been?" Zhang Song had a faint smile on his face as he respectfully greeted a highly revered monk. If one took a closer look, one would recognize this monk as the one who showed Zhang Song the palm leaf a few months ago, the current Nine Flower Mountain's host, Fang Dang, was his Junior Brother.

"Hehe, so it's Almsgiver Zhang. It's my pleasure to meet you again. After so many days, is everything alright?" The monk smiled as he greeted.

"With Grandmaster Hong Fu, everything is fine."

"Amitabha, truly, Buddha is merciful." The monk ridiculed.

"Alone this time, is Almsgiver Zhang here to play around?"

Zhang Song rolled his eyes and asked back, "Master, do you think the clouds in the sky are moving or the fish in the pond are moving?"

The monk did not expect Zhang Song to answer him in such a way. His deep gaze stared at Zhang Song for a moment, and then he said lightly, "It is neither the movement of clouds nor the movement of fish. Naturally, it is the movement of the human heart." The monk clasped his hands together and said, "I didn't expect that Almsgiver Zhang would be so eloquent at such a young age, and even have some attainments in Buddhism. How rare."

Zhang Song gently shook his head and modestly said, "Master, you flatter me. I am just a common man, how can I be compared with you? "To be honest, I didn't come alone this time. I came together with a friend, but …" At this point, Zhang Song did not continue and just quietly looked at the monk in front of him.

Zhang Song purposely did not finish his words, so how could the monk not know? In fact, the monk had already seen through Zhang Song's little trick. He remembered that Shixiong Fang had told him that this young man would come back again, making him more and more unable to understand his Shixiong Fang. At that time, just by a single encounter, he was able to see through the future and predict what would happen.

Although he could not use words, he still wanted to test Zhang Song, so he played dumb: "But what about it? We still need Almsgiver Zhang to abandon his comrades and come here alone. "

"It's not a good thing to have too many people who know about it. Since that's the case, why not silently bear it all on your own? I can control my own heart, but I can't control others."

"Benefactor Zhang is truly talented and intelligent." The monk sighed with heartfelt emotion.

"Now that things have come to this, I believe Master should know the purpose of my visit." Zhang Song said coquettishly.

"Please forgive your stupidity, Almsgiver Zhang. Please do not instruct me." The monk chose to continue playing dumb.

"Alright, since the master is unwilling to admit it, then I will speak frankly. If there are any mistakes, please forgive me." Zhang Song nodded to the monk and said, "What did the master mean by his previous words," The poor must be pitiful "? Last time, he had wholeheartedly studied Buddha, so why would he shed tears? What does all this portend? "

The monk knew exactly what Zhang Song wanted to ask, but he was unable to give the answer Zhang Song wanted. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Amitabha, it seems that I will have to disappoint Almsgiver Zhang. My Buddhist teachings are profound and profound, and I, a monk, am just a normal monk. As for Lord Buddha's arrival … it is not something which we, as cultivators, can understand. "

Zhang Song could see that the monk obviously didn't want to tell him some things. Seeing that he couldn't get an answer that he urgently needed to know, he coaxed, "Master, you have to know that a monk doesn't use his words."

The monk clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, sin, I am only speaking the truth. Although I am unable to see through Almsgiver Zhang, but I would like to offer my services to Almsgiver Zhang, and we may be able to answer all of Almsgiver Zhang's doubts. "

"Since master has something that is difficult to say, I will not disturb you. Master, please take care." Zhang Song turned around and left without looking back. The monk looked at Zhang Song's departing back until he disappeared around the corner. Then he said lightly, "Marriage is complicated, blessings and misfortune are accompanying each other. Fate is interconnected on the Stone of Three Lives. "Bitterness for Gu Sha, betrayal for relatives, true love for the vicissitudes of life, and eternal beauty …" Then, with a long sigh, he turned around and entered the house.

Zhang Song, who had disappeared, was now leaning against a wall. His right hand was clenched tightly into a fist, but his eyes were somewhat blurred. Looking at him, one could see how bleak, lonely, depressed, and sad he was … The monk's last words were completely heard by Zhang Song, which was why he had this expression.

"Grandmaster Fang, I didn't expect to see you again so soon." The person who spoke was Zhang Song. Previously, when he heard what the monk had said, Zhang Song was extremely sad. However, after a moment, he tidied up his feelings of loss and rushed over to find the host.

"Hehe, so it's Almsgiver Zhang. I truly apologize for my disrespect." When the host saw the person who had arrived, he greeted, "May I know what is your purpose for coming here, Almsgiver Zhang?"

"Founder Fang, if you don't lie in front of me, I think you should be able to tell me some things now." At this moment, Zhang Song was like an old monk that had entered a meditative state. He was calm like an ancient well, and his heart was calm like water.

"Sigh." The host, the abbot, sighed softly and said slowly, "Whatever should come will come eventually. Is this heaven's will?" The abbot looked up into the sky, as if he was trying to find something.

Zhang Song did not interrupt him because he knew that the host was about to tell him something that even he did not know.

After a long while, the abbot withdrew his gaze, looked at Zhang Song, and said indifferently, "A marriage of destiny and misfortune, blessings and misfortune, fate and fate are intertwined on the Stone of Three Lives. "Bitterness for Gu Sha, betrayal for relatives, true love for the vicissitudes of life, and eternal beauty …"

Zhang Song was shocked. How was this possible? What did this mean? Why did the two of them boast exactly the same thing? Is this the answer I've been looking for? No, I don't believe it. What in the world was going on? "Could it be that I am really that so-called Gu Sha?" True love goes through the vicissitudes of life, a thousand tribulations and beauties … what does this mean? Was it worth it? A tribulation of beauty, a tribulation of beauty, was she going to face disaster? No, no, that's impossible, how is that possible?

Seeing Zhang Song's confused state of mind, he regretfully said, "The setting sun is heartbreaking. I love and hate a relationship; my hazy eyes can't see clearly through the cycle of reincarnation. I've lived through many vicissitudes of life, and it's hard to keep up with my joy.

At this moment, Zhang Song's heart seemed to be dripping blood, as if his heart was dug out by someone, and it was in extreme pain. He looked at the host in disbelief. With a trembling voice, he asked, "Can … can you tell me … tell me why?" How do I get rid of this nightmare? "

The host lightly shook his head and said leisurely: "The marriage is a love disaster, happiness and misfortune come hand in hand, on the rock of Three Lives, fate linked with sincerity, love reversing; go, child, your path is still very long, face the life you are about to face, but you must remember, everything will happen because of you, cycle of karma, and everything in the future will be under your control."

He knew that everything had a cause and effect, and there was still a chance to save everything, to stop it. This allowed him to regain a glimmer of hope and light.

Zhang Song heard the host's words and silently turned around and prepared to leave. But just as he took a step forward, the host called out to him. "We have three destinies, and today is the second fate. The next time we meet, it will be for the third fate, the beginning of fate and the end of fate. After the third fate, everything will come to an end."

"It's just as Lord Fang said. I hope that the next time we meet, everything will return to its original point. I can only look forward to the next time we meet." Although he could not completely understand the meaning behind the host's words, Zhang Song still agreed with the host's words. Since he said that there was still a chance of fate between them, then there must be a chance for them to meet again. It was just that Zhang Song did not know what the next time they would meet, but just as the host had said, the story was about to end.