Sui and Tang Dynasties Summons

Chapter 273 Farewell, gentlemen!
Dependent origin is gone, and conditioned birth is empty.

I was as naive as you
Buddhism says that there are three stages for a person to realize the Tao: "explore, let go, and be at ease."

Indeed, one must let go in order to be free.

I asked the Buddha: Why do you always give me the greatest test and the greatest torture at the most critical moment in my life?
Buddha said: Life is about to pass, keep some memory
I asked the Buddha: why every time I am frustrated is when I am suffering the most

Buddha said: People always miss a lot of real beauty when suffering

I asked the Buddha: How long will it take before I can continue the original journey and fulfill the dream in my heart?
Buddha said: don't just stare at this dream, miss life

Life is like this, pain and happiness are always intertwined.

Tsing Yi is a first-year student in Zhejiang, a province that has undergone major reforms in the kaokao system this year. In her second year of high school, she had to take the critical exams in life.

Time is so precious, I really can't afford to waste it, so I can only temporarily put down the novel at hand and devote myself to my studies.

For this novel, Tsing Yi racked his brains, gathered a lot of painstaking efforts, read many famous works, made many rebuttals, and corrected many historical figures.

There are still many characters to be corrected, such as Ran Min, Li Bai, Yue Fei, Yang Yuhuan, Xiang Yu, Chang Mao, Gao Ang and so on.

Unfortunately, time always likes to play tricks on people.

I also like literature and art. In novels, I always like to intersperse love and hatred, interspersed with martial arts style, and then inexplicably become what everyone calls nondescript and sadistic novels.

Maybe it's because of jealousy, I have always hated that group of contrived writers, who put on high airs, like to insert labels and sell first, but mess up the novel.

I like to joke with readers, play King of Glory together, and I also like to discuss history with readers, and sometimes I even pinch them.

Although I don't like the author of Bronze Swordsman, I still want to thank him for his support in the early stage, as well as the author of *** Tang Yan Returns, the author of Starting Point Teng Luo, etc.
Here, I really want to say goodbye, but this is only a short goodbye. I believe that there will be a day when I will soar in the blue sky again and see the group of stars that have been shining for me.

Finally, it ends with a poem by Tsangyang Gyatso, the most beautiful lover in the world.

That day,
I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the scripture hall,

Suddenly heard the truth in your chanting;

That January,
I shake all the prayer tubes,

Not for excess,

just to touch your fingertips;

That year,
Kowtow long head prostrate on the mountain road,

not for audience,

Just to stick to your warmth;

In that lifetime,
Turning mountains, waters and pagodas,
Not for the afterlife,
Just to meet you on the way
That January,
I lightly turn all the prayer wheels,
Not for extension, just for touching your fingerprint;
That year, I kowtowed and embraced the dust,

Not for pilgrimage to Buddha, just for your warmth;

In that life, I rummaged through hundreds of thousands of mountains,

Not for the afterlife, just for meeting you on the way;
But, on that night, I forgot everything,
Abandoning faith, abandoning reincarnation,
Only for the rose that wept before the Buddha,
has lost its luster

(to be continued (^_^)/~~)

(End of this chapter)