A brand new day

  Dà Mù Sì's abbot, Pì Guāng Duān, sat in the Qing Guang Hall, reciting the "Journey to the West" sutra for his deceased fellow monk, Pì Mù, and his late friend, Zhāng Hǎi Yáng.

  It's a clear and bright morning, the sunlight shines on the accumulated snow in front of the temple, making the green bamboo on both sides of the path look like jade, dazzlingly bright. A note of fragrance wafts up, the bell is struck three times, and his face shows no joy or sorrow, as if he has already transcended the complex emotions of this world.

  "Master, is the Buddhist Dharma we cultivate for the benefit of others or for our own benefit?"

  Intelligent people holding "Lotus Sutra" ask

  "Do not cross others, do not cross yourself; remove a thousand mountains and thus become snow."

  Bai Guang finished speaking and with a flick of his sleeve, he turned around and walked out without looking back, leaving the Da Mu Temple never to return again.

  At this moment, Shi Li is lying on a hospital bed in the welfare institution. He has become a vegetable and the doctor said that his brain has undergone an irreversible change. Even if he recovers to normal function in the future, he will not have the memories of now. In other words, he has become a thirty-something infant.

  But is it really so?

  "You said if souls can be transplanted, what does a person's body count as?"

  "Human molt"

  "Human molt"

  "It is a transformation from birth to death, we are experiencing a process of transformation from bondage to liberation"

  "How can death be considered liberation? You're too pessimistic."

  "Hehe, isn't it liberation?"

  Zhang Haiyang smiled calmly and turned around towards that white mist, walking further and further away until he disappeared between the sky and the earth.

  Shi Li opened his eyes dazedly, staring blankly at the ceiling. He felt as if he had just woken up from a dream, in which he experienced many things, lost much but gained nothing. His chest felt like it was pressing down on a massive stone. He wanted to push it away, to scream, but this body seemed not his own. In his mind, there was an icy and sinister laughter that grew louder, like a raging stormy sea, overwhelming him.

  "Why did the soul leave the body and we didn't become butterflies"

  The last bit of historical consciousness asks itself without an answer

  Liu Li got married at the end of winter and she married Wu Xiuhui.

  That day, unexpectedly, a winter rainstorm came down with thunder rumbling from one end of Tian Nan City to the other. It seemed like a madman was running back and forth tirelessly. At the wedding, Li Kechang's wife made a big scene because she saw Li Kechang giving Tang Hong a dish of food.

  This is a realistic world, women are always very realistic

  When summer arrived, Director Li unexpectedly received a letter from Professor Yu, which was sent out more than ten years ago. This letter took over ten years to finally reach its destination.

  Professor Yu mentioned in the letter that Tang Hongming's most beloved person is Li Kechang. Because he finally couldn't help but hypnotize Tang Hongming, which made Professor Yu disheartened and decided to become a monk to comfort his remaining life. The letter also advised Li Kechang to seize the opportunity, as everyone is no longer young, and happiness is fleeting.

  Director Li sat in front of the window looking at this letter that was sent out over a decade ago and finally couldn't hold back his tears.

  Another winter has arrived, Liu Li and Wu Xiu's son was born.

  Li Kezhang and his colleagues went to congratulate Wu Xiu, someone grabbed him back and asked what the secret of his happiness was. Wu Xiu smiled foolishly for a long time before seriously answering: Because every day is brand new.

  End