Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 55: Centennial Arrangements

The door creaked behind me and closed, and the footsteps outside gradually disappeared. A pair of big red candles illuminate a simple but spotless room and stain the surrounding area in unusual red. Due to his noble identity and presidency, he is living in a separate courtyard in the Bird Leaving the Great Temple, much better than ordinary monks. I watched his work in the temple before and knew he lived here, but never came to his room because I wanted to hide. Didn't expect to spend my wedding night here.

The room is disturbingly quiet. What am I supposed to tell him? The bride is me. Shall I lift her head? Or, wait a minute to see how he reacts? There was no bottom of my mind, and I had to turn my head and measure the entire bookcase against the wall.

“I've made you suffer today. ”

Turn around, look at him through the red silk. Sudden heartbeat. Or is he so gentle with all the women?

“I didn't think you were really a married couple.” He looked up and laughed with gratitude at the corner of his mouth, rejoicing with joy in the words of the husband and wife. The pulse looked at me, and there was a drowning wave in my eyes: "Couples, they fly more than wings, they don't move. What Rosh dared not ask for in his life was achieved tonight. ”

I stood stupidly and my head was so confused that I couldn't spin. He was so determined just now in front of the crowd, how could he suddenly make such a big turn? Does he know who he's talking to?

“You must be tired. You must be having trouble sleeping these days. Rest early tonight.” He approached me and tried to pull my hand away from me.

“What's the matter? Was it because Rosh was cold with you at the wedding?” The gentle and intoxicating sound of the breeze swept through him, his mouth smiled and his head whispered, “I didn't know it was you, and I couldn't help it. You're so kind, you don't blame Rosh for that, do you? ”

“You... you know who I am?” In that tone, he would only speak to me when no one was present. Reach out and try to lift the cloth on your head.

“Don't move!” Hold my hand, it took me a long time to softly say, "Only the groom can reveal this cover. ”

Two hours of red in front of me finally disappeared and the silk cloth slipped off, and I just closed my eyes and adjusted and fell into a warm embrace. Put it on his chest and listen to the thumping heartbeat. Why is it as urgent as mine? Just a moment later, he walked away from his body, hugged me in the waist, weighed me up and down, and lowered his voice and sighed: "Ai Qing, it's beautiful to wear a wedding dress. ”

“How did you know it was me?” If I recall correctly, he should not have seen me at all throughout the ceremony. It suddenly occurred to me that when we were clustered into the cave, he walked in front of us and had a slight tremor on his straight back. I thought he was still angry. Did he already know it was me?

He spreads his palm open, and a small cut of pencil in his palm.

“This, this is...”

“Fursati gave it to me.” He laughed, and his eyes filled with unseen happiness, "remember? He took the third bowl of wine I was supposed to drink. Sneaking this up on me then. ”

Fursati! I'm stuck. No wonder he snuck his eyebrows at me before he went into the cave, but I didn't understand. But didn't he say he wanted Rosh to find out for himself? Was he afraid Rosh would hurt me if he didn't know? Also, after all these years, he still carries with him what I left behind...

“I didn't even look at you because I always thought you were the last Emperor of Asujah. I decided never to walk into the room for half a step, and when I got this, Rosh understood.” He lowered his head to my ear and the exhaled air made me itch. "Hurry and look at the cold bride on the field. She knew at a glance that the silly standing bride was you! ”

I didn't notice him looking at me in that mess. Turn around and ask red-handed: "But I'm wearing a lid. How can you tell it's me? ”

“The woman in the world, Rosh, is most familiar to you, how can you not see your posture?” He smiled naughtily, and looked up and down carefully, "The Last Emperor of Azerbaijani was a little taller than you, and not as tall as you. It's just, how did you get packed? ”

I sat him down by the bed and told him the whole story. Rosh suddenly realized that he shook his head with laughter and emotion even blinded himself to the drums.

After all this, I was still disturbed, thinking about it or asking, “Rosh, will you regret marrying me? ”

He looked at me in surprise: "Aiding, you know Rosh's heart for you, hasn't changed in over two decades. How can you regret not being able to thank Buddha for being your wife? ”

“But...” I shrugged, "Didn't you say the joy of practice is better than the joy of five desires? ”

He stayed for a while and laughed dumbly: "If you're looking at a woman you don't love, you're naturally impotent. But now Rosh's wife is you, this honey is so sweet and beautiful, Rosh is so caught up in it, he can't pull himself out, he doesn't want to pull himself out. As for the elephants, the five poisons and the mice, since no one is spared, Rosh is also one of the seven lusts. There's no escape, no nirvana, but as long as you get this drop of honey, Rosh is fearless. ”

Seems to think of something, he looks up and thinks. The smile on his face gradually faded away and when he looked at me, the intense guilt poured out of his eyes. When his heart was tightened, he was still caring. When is this knot going to follow him?

One hand clasped over the back of my hand and the other brushed over my face, slowly and gently saying: "Ai Qing, the greatest promise a man has to make to his beloved is to be married. You've given yourself to me, you've been wronged, and you and I already have a husband and wife. Rosh has always wanted to give you a real name...”

He didn't regret marrying me. He shook his head with a smile: “I don't mind...”

“But I mind.” He interrupted me, looked up for a moment, and then looked at me, and the bottom of his eyes was gleaming, "Ai Qing, detained for two days, Rosh kept thinking about the moment you nodded at me in Buddha Hall. Your desperate eyes broke Rosh's liver and intestines. Rosh wondered," You will leave. How can you bear Rosh to marry someone else? "And if you leave, it's a millennium apart. Where do you want me to look? I'm willing to wait another 10 or 20 years, and I can't wait for you to come back. ”

He stopped crying and grabbed my hand tightly, seemingly afraid he would disappear once he let me go. “Rosh kept thinking that this time it was really a total loss to you. It made Rosh feel so scared that he regretted it for two days. Why didn't I marry you? Why didn't you give me a name that Rosh always wanted to give but didn't dare? What a mission to wish for, these things held themselves in captivity and failed you even more.” The corner of his mouth was chestnuts, touching my face, "Aiqing, Rosh can no longer bear to lose you again...”

I wept and trembled on his lean cheeks, unable to speak, leaving only the strength to shake my head.

He choked and shouted my name, his hands touching my face and holding my forehead against my forehead: "So when I got the pen cut, Rosh was thunderous and delicate. Rosh actually married you, really you! At that moment, I was grateful to Lu Guang. He broke my practice and forced me to marry, but because of the Buddha's mercy, he made Rosh truly join you. This is the deepest desire that Rosh never dared speak up. So Rosh stopped resenting him.” Shallow grey eyes covered me, wiping away tears for me, “I'm just grieving you, my wife...”

My wife!

I shook my head so hard, did I grieve? Maybe in the eyes of outsiders, I'm really grieving. The first night was painful under humiliating surveillance, and the wedding did not see any celebration in the face of the knife. But I don't regret it. I love him. Why pay more than anyone? I want to follow him. This desire is so strong, as long as he loves me too. What's the point of being an outsider?

“Rosh, don't forget, I'm from the future. Your transcript reads' Wife as Queen Turtles', the Queen's name is Archangel. I always thought I wasn't in your history, but you see, I'm the Turtle Queen, and I'm the Apache. So, you have me in your history, and you're marrying me, and these are destiny. I traveled through the millennium to meet you, fall in love with you, to be your wife, was arranged early yesterday. So, I don't regret it, I don't grieve...”

“There is a monk who is a thousand years later than you, Kang Katsuo, who is the highest level living Buddha in the world, the Dalai Lama, but, like you, can't help but fall in love. He was a talented man who wrote many love poems for his beloved Magyami, one of which was: 'Embarrassed and defiled, he entered the mountains and feared the city by mistake. There is no double justice in the world, nor is there any burden.’ Unfortunately, he never found a double law, and his lover was forced to marry someone else, and he died in his twenties on his way to Beijing. ”

I paused, sucked on my nose, and faced him with his most confident smile: “But Rosh, I want to change this poem for you: ‘The world can have a double method, it's better to be ungrateful.’ If you dare to marry me, I dare to marry a monk. After we die, we go to hell together. Even on the knife mountain down the oil pan, as long as I'm with you, I'm not afraid! ”

He moved and stared at me: "There is a double law in the world. If you are not ungrateful, you should be ungrateful.” Unbelievably, bow your head and ask, "How dare you, Irene, can Rosh? ”

“You can do it. As long as you don't care about the slander of the world and the illness of the Hereafter. ”

He smiled, his eyebrows stretched, and he nodded resolutely: "As long as we can accomplish the mission entrusted to us by the Buddha and be with you again, Rosh is satisfied with nothing else. ”

He kissed me with his head down and his mouth smelled like alcohol, and I was drunk in endless happiness. Tears glued to my face, mixed with my tears, and salty flowed into my heart as I kissed. “My wife...” he muttered, rubbing me into his arms. I felt like I was naked in the sun, back to my true self, without any shame. Buddha, was I created for him?

“By the way, Axel, there was supposed to be a witness reading at the wedding that we'd been married ever since. The chaos interrupted the ceremony. Come ——” He took my hand to the statue of the Buddha on the table, lit sandalwood, and knelt in his hand, "we let the Buddha be our witness. ”

Though I have been educated in materialism, I hesitate to retreat: “Rosh, you... aren't you afraid of Buddha's blame? ”

He looked at me gently and shook his head gently: "We went through so much hardship together, don't you think it was Buddha's will? Buddha mercy, how can you bear to see us suffer?” Turning to the Buddha, Lang said, "Let the Buddha testify for us, Rosh and Aydin, from this day forward, are husband and wife, living and dying in the same cave, not abandoned. ”

He gave me half of the sandalwood, overpowered the incense, beat it respectfully three times and offered it to me in the incense case.

“Rosh...” Pull your nose hard, retrieve the tears and look at the charming face of the Buddha. At this moment, I expect the Buddha to really look at us in the sky, and he will smile and bless us, won't he?

When I finished the incense, he suddenly thought of something and asked me, “What about the painting with your parents? You said it was called a photo. ”

I pulled it out of my arms and gave it to him with some confusion. He took it, stared at it for a moment, then put it on the incense case, and respectfully kowtowed three more heads. “My father-in-law, my mother-in-law, thanked the Second Old Man for raising such a good daughter. To accompany Rosh, she couldn't go back to filial piety. It was her son-in-law's fault. Don't worry, old man, Rosh will never fail my wife. ”

I couldn't help crying, my hands held on to the ground, and I slapped three loud heads. I used to cross, afraid they would worry, and because of the confidentiality of the project, I would never dare to mention it to them, but sooner or later I would have to go back. But this time, I've made up my mind to stay with him. Mom and Dad, I'm sorry, I can't let you marry your daughters. You don't even know who your son-in-law is, so I'm in charge. But my daughter is happy and has never been happier. You guys should be happy for my happiness, right? My daughter is unfaithful, please take care, I'm sorry...

Been to Buddha, been to parents, now it's our turn. I bowed my head and tied him to my corner. He looked at my movements with some surprise, and I bowed again three times, swearing in my most pious voice: “The Buddha, as well as my parents, I and Rosh, have been booking centuries since this corner, which 97-year-old died, waiting three years on the bridge of Naihe... ”

He beside me, listening to my vows, is equally heavily prostrated. When I lifted my head up, my eyes were shining again.

“Ai Qing, how many years have you been waiting, and Rosh is willing to...”

“Me too...”

He lifted his sleeves and tied the bright Adele silk on his arm. He smiled and untied me and tied me around my neck. I also tied back the onion arm beads on his wrist for him. Ten fingers, we embrace each other, from this moment on, we are husband and wife, a promise of a lifetime.