Xu Yulong had long been frightened by his sister's actions. How could he dare to ask me to answer? He went up to pull Xu An'an up and left: "Palace Master Li, Senior Feng, my sister is talking nonsense, don't take it seriously! We

Leave now."

"I won't leave!" Xu Anan struggled desperately: "They haven't answered me yet, so I won't leave."

I said calmly: "Since she doesn't want to leave, then just stay!"

Xu Yulong thought I was going to turn against him and take action, so he immediately stood in front of Xu Anan.

I stood there without moving and said, "Since you asked, let's talk about it."

I pointed to the tent over there: "You want me to rescue people, but have you ever asked them if they need my rescue?"

"Everyone who enters Taiqu Mountain and comes to this small temple to burn incense has a wish. Do they want their wishes to be destroyed?"

I raised my hand and pointed at Xu Yulong: "You ask your brother first if he is willing to leave?"

Xu Anan looked at Xu Yulong and whispered: "Brother, can we leave here? There is always a way to solve my problems. Praying to God is not the only way. Besides, I don't want anything to happen to you."

Xu Yulong shook his head slightly and said nothing.

I said again: "I have to tell you one more thing, that is, there are many people here who don't want others to know what their wishes are."

"Have you not noticed that when everyone is writing notes, they use their bodies to block other people's sight?"

"That's because what they wrote can't see the light of day."

I lit a cigarette and said slowly, "You probably don't understand what I'm saying. How about I tell you a story?"

I didn't ask Xu An'an if he wanted to hear it, so I kept talking to myself:

According to legend, there was a blind luthier a long time ago. He was a rare handsome man. However, it was a pity that he was blind and no one wanted to marry him. Until one day, he met a girl who did not mind that he was blind.

The two of them loved each other, depended on each other, and lived happily together for many years.

Until one day, someone inadvertently told the violinist a secret. That is, if he sincerely worships the mountain god on Dongshan Mountain for a thousand days, his eyes will be able to see the light again.

The violinist excitedly told this legend to his wife. Not only did his wife not believe it, she also persuaded him not to go up the mountain.

But the violinist insisted on praying to God because he wanted to see his wife, whom he had loved and protected for ten years.

So day after day, he felt the stones and climbed up Dongshan Mountain, burned incense and prayed to God, just to take a look at his wife.

A thousand days have passed, and his eyes still cannot see the light.

He felt that this was because he was not sincere enough.

So he began to pray and went up the mountain to worship God a thousand times.

Two thousand days have passed.

Three thousand days have passed.

In the end, even the person who told him that praying to God could cure his illness couldn't help but tell him: I was lying to you, just to tease you and make you run up the mountain.

The violinist didn't think so. He could feel that when he prayed to Buddha, he seemed to get a response. He always felt that it was because he was not sincere enough that he could not see the light again.

He went to the mountain to worship Buddha day after day, year after year, rain or shine.

Finally, he rolled down the mountain in a mountain rain and died unexpectedly. He did not see his wife until his death.

After he arrived in the underworld, he cried and asked Yama: Why could he not get any response from the gods despite being so pious?

Yama told him: Do you think you are pious? Your wife is more pious than you.

You only go up the mountain once a day, but she can go up the mountain twice.

You are blind and walk slowly. Every day after you go out, she takes a small path and goes around in front of you and rushes to the temple to burn incense and worship the gods.

In the evening, she will go again and rush home to prepare food for you before you get home.

Do you feel that your wife smells of sweat every time you come home?

The violinist felt even more aggrieved when he heard this: The two of us pray to God, why can't I see the light?

The King of Hell sighed and said: You pray to God so that you can see the light again, and your wife prays to God so that you will never regain your sight.

The violinist was immediately dumbfounded and refused to believe what Yama said, because he couldn't figure out why his wife would do this?

Yama told him: Your wife is very ugly. Once you regain your sight, you will dislike her and find a more beautiful woman, and you will no longer belong to her.

She knows that she feels sorry for you, so she doesn't want to see you either.

I threw away the cigarette butt in my hand and said, "I am telling you this story because I want to tell you. Don't show your compassion before you understand the situation. Your compassion may be fatal poison to others!"

"It's like, the luthier in that story, doesn't he love his wife? He does!"

"Don't the violinist's wives love him? She does too, and she loves him hopelessly."

"When love becomes obsession, it will make people shudder."

I pointed in the direction of the tent: "Think about it again, did any of those people come with obsessions?"
Chapter completed!