Chapter 133 Mirror Lake Buddha Test

Returning to Pema's home with Zasi, Zhong Yueming has been thinking about his inner problems. Love and reason kept rolling in his heart, and the two ideas did not give in to each other.

Pema noticed that Zhong Yueming's mood was a little wrong and kept silent, as if she was thinking about something. She sat beside him with some worry, holding his hand and not saying anything, but quietly conveyed her worries. Zhong Yueming was silent. He didn't know how to speak. At this moment, he was wandering on the edge of the choice.

Pima said gently, "I want to go somewhere tomorrow. Can you go with me?" Zhong Yueming looked up at Peima's tender eyes, and there was a faint pain in his heart. He nodded. Maybe it was time to make a final choice with Perma.

The next day, Peima took Zhong Yueming to Jinghu Lake. She wanted to enter the lake to inquire about Zhong Yueming. This Mirror Lake is a rather strange lake, and there is a legend here. More than a thousand years ago, Master Lianhuasheng went from India to Tibet to practice and left miracles.

The name of the lake comes from an ancient legend: Pema, a saint in the 15th century. Lingba was inspired in his dream and entered the lake with a lantern in his hand. Sure enough, he saw the temple in the lake. When he returned to the shore, he brought back the Buddha statue, Buddhist scriptures and treasures that once belonged to Master Lotus, and the candlelight in the lantern was still burning.

However, people didn't believe what he said, so in order to prove himself, he was surrounded by everyone and returned to the bottom of the lake. When he came ashore, the candlelight in the lantern was still burning, so he was respected as a saint. The saint said, "All the illusions in the lake are mirror images of the world. If you pass the test of Mirror Lake, you can achieve the results of what you want," because this lake is called Mirror Lake.

It is said that if a man and woman who love each other make a wish in Mirror Lake, they can enter the mirror lake. If they can pass the test, they can never give up and grow old. The path to Mirror Lake was covered with yellow pine needles, and the ground was wet, and they walked to the mountain.

While walking, Peima reminded Zhong Yueming to pay attention to his feet, explaining why few people come here. The road here is narrow and slippery, and it is no problem for one or two people to pass. If there are too many people, they are worried that there will be danger. Generally, travel agencies will not let guests come here.

Most of the locals who came here were pilgrims, climbing up a huge rock, and the lake appeared in front of him. Zhong Yueming saw that it was obviously just a pool of water in the rapids of the valley, where there was no shadow of the lake.

"This lake is very effective. Not long ago, several Indian tourists came here. One of the men sat on a stone and smoked, which was very disrespectful. It was useless for the tour guide to remind him. Unexpectedly, he somehow fell into the lake while smoking and drowned." Listening to Pema's tone, it doesn't look like a fabrication. The dark green pool is secluded. Is there really a god watching everyone who comes here?

"This is a religious holy place that we Bhutanese must go to in our lifetime. It is said that if there is a wisdom root, we can see the channel from the bottom of the lake to the western sky." At this moment, Pema put her hands together and began to mutter prayers in front of the lake.

Zhong Yueming also closed his eyes and condensed. In fact, he still had a little doubt about whether it was effective. The bottom of the lake may be connected to the Buddha realm. If Xincheng may peep into the palace and temple in the lake and appreciate the oracle, just think of it as a practice during the trip. He secretly thought of it in his heart.

Pema is a rare local girl who has gone out to study. She is a devout Buddhist and likes Cangyang Jiacuo's poems, and she stopped praying. Gently holding Zhong Yueming's hand, he read the lingering poem of Cangyang Jiacuo affectionately:

That night, I listened to a night of Sanskrit singing, not for understanding, but just to find your breath.

In that month, I turned all the warp wheels, not to transcend, but to touch your fingerprints.

That year, I kowtowed and hugged the dust, not for the Buddha, but to stick to your warmth.

In that life, I climbed 100,000 mountains, not to cultivate the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.

At that moment, I flew to become an immortal, not for immortality, but to bless you peace and joy.

That day

Close your eyes in the fragrant fog of the temple and suddenly hear the truth of your chanting.

That month

I turn all the meridian tubes, not to exceed, but to touch your fingertips.

That year

I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road, not for the sake of seeing you, but for your warmth.

That life

I turn mountains and rivers to pagodas, not to cultivate the afterlife, but to meet you on the way.

That day, that January, that year, that life

It's just that that night, I forgot everything,

Abandoned faith and abandoned reincarnation,

Just for the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha,

has long lost its old luster.

Zhong Yueming was touched by the lingering poems and closed his eyes and read it with Pema...

When they opened their eyes again, they had already knelt in front of the Buddha and looked around. There was an empty and quiet temple. Looking up, they rippled like water. Did they really reach the bottom of the lake?

The scene in front of him changed. It was at Pem's house, and it was decorated very festive. It seemed to be the wedding scene. Zhong Yueming saw Pem was wearing a bride and was about to greet him happily, but his parents stood in front of him. They roared, "How can you marry such a backward student from Harvard University? Fang's woman, have we supported you for nothing? They grabbed her ferociously. Zhong Yueming closed his eyes and said loudly, "I love her, it doesn't matter!" I must marry her."

When he roared, the scene changed again. It was Zaxi wearing the groom's clothes. He pulled himself strangely: "Why don't you change your clothes? The wedding is coming soon?" After saying that, he winked at Zhong Yueming ambiguously: "We still have to enter the bridal chamber together, ha." Zhong Yueming felt a strange sense of depression, which made him breathless.

The scene changed again. Zhou Xirui and others looked at themselves playfully: "Brother, we have drunk your wedding wine. Now you stay here and live a good life! We're leaving." Zhong Yueming looked at Zhaxi with a strange smile around him and Zhou Xirui who were far away. He shouted, "No, I'm going to explore with you. I won't stay here."

"Wow!" Pema spit out a mouthful of blood, and Zhong Yueming immediately hugged her: "What's the matter, Pema?" Peima said angrily, "I failed, and your love did not pass the test." Zhong Yueming felt guilty. Looking around, they were still standing by the lake. The illusion at the bottom of the lake just now disappeared.

When he saw the dying Pema, he immediately carried her on his back and rushed home. Pema's father asked what was wrong? He talked about the situation just now. Who knew that his father staggered and almost fell down, and his mother fainted immediately. Pema's father and everyone quickly gave her mother first aid, and she cried as soon as she woke up.