Chapter 352: Galan Rain

【For some unknown reason, the prayer beads scattered all over the ground:

"Amitabha."】

The prologue ended here, and Leshen finished reading the first image of text directly, instantly wanting to continue reading.

What happened later? What happened after that?

Was Qixiu really going to get married?

Buddhist philosophy: Heart Like Still Water.

The great monk had been silent the whole time; in the end, did he really just say "Amitabha"?

Just as Leshen wanted to continue reading, she suddenly received four WeChat messages.

Four friends sent her WeChat messages at the same time, informing her: "The song has been released, you can already listen to 'Fireworks Cool Easily' on Penguin Music!"

"Comfortable!" Leshen couldn't help but say.

This was great; now she could listen to the song while reading the story.

She had heard that there was a category in web novels called entertainment novels, and when songs were written in the novels, many readers loved to listen to the songs while reading.

Leshen decided to experience this kind of joy.

She put on her headphones immediately, downloaded "Fireworks Cool Easily," and clicked on loop.

"Fireworks Cool Easily," a Chinese Style song included in Zhou Dong's album "Cross Era," which Lin Zhixuan had also covered, was two completely different feelings and forms.

The same song, two different ways of singing; the former had the feelings of romantic love and a sense of cold, desolate loneliness.

The latter, however, had a sense of the nation and the world.

This song also had another name, which was "Galan Rain."

This name came from "Record of Buddhist Monasteries in Luoyang" written by Yang Xuanzhi during the Northern Wei period on Earth.

There had always been rumors online that the story background of "Fireworks Cool Easily" came from this book.

In reality, the content of this book mostly introduced the temples of Luoyang, and there were no love-hate entanglements in it.

The versions online were all fabricated, and the Lyricist Fang Wenshan looked at them in a daze too.

Good heavens, it turns out that when writing a song, someone could even supplement the article for me!?

But honestly, among the versions circulating online, there were indeed a few that were quite popular.

And the version written by Luo Mo was actually a small attempt of his own; it was semi-original.

It fused several stories inside, and then on this basis, he carried out his own personal processing.

In this aspect, he had long been adept at it.

After all, since "Creating Idols" began, almost every one of his stages had his own things integrated into it.

——Luo Mo, not a very pure copycat.

Simply the shame of the copycat world, the involution master of the copycat world.

Listening to the prelude of "Fireworks Cool Easily," Leshen began to continue reading this story titled "Galan Rain."

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1: 【There are no years in the mountains; in the blink of an eye, several springs and autumns have passed.

The monks of Jialan Temple still practiced martial arts every morning, then ate and chanted scriptures, tapping the wooden fish.

It was just that on the hand of the young abbot, since that day, a string of prayer beads was missing.

Time passed, and worldly affairs changed. Turmoil appeared at the foot of the mountain, war raged, foreign enemies invaded, and the country was on the verge of collapse.

That day, the local soldiers of Luoyang were about to head to the battlefield; it could be said that the whole city came to see them off.

Beside the city gate, it was surrounded by people.

The girls of the Embroidery Workshop also came spontaneously, singing and Dancing, which counted as seeing off the local soldiers of Luoyang.

"Pfft!" Before going on stage, the youngest girl in the Embroidery Workshop didn't know what she saw, but she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She pointed at the crowd and said to the people beside her: "Sisters, have you seen it? There are so many big bald heads among the soldiers!"

"Let me see, let me see!" Many girls immediately became interested, looking sideways one after another, searching in the crowd.

Sure enough, soon they saw big monks mixed in among the soldiers.

They were still wearing monk robes, holding long staffs in their hands, and didn't even have decent armor.

The main thing was that the sun was just right today, shining on these big bald heads, making them incomparably shiny and exceptionally conspicuous and abrupt in the crowd.

Quite a few girls from the Embroidery Workshop felt it was novel and laughed until they were swaying like flowers.

"No laughing!" A stern voice rang out at this moment.

The new head of the Embroidery Workshop walked over.

She held a large fan, and under the sunlight, her red clothes were like fire.】

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2: 【The dance of the Embroidery Workshop was naturally excellent.

After one dance, the audience cheered and shouted, boosting the morale for the soldiers.

After the dance, the city gate opened, and the brave men set out on an expedition!

The monks were temporarily not very familiar with military affairs, each holding a long staff, standing at the very back of the line.

"Hey! Master!" A familiar voice rang out.

The leading monk couldn't help but stop his footsteps and slowly turned his head.

The young abbot looked at her, only to see her in red clothes, holding a large fan, having just led a dance on stage that was extremely beautiful.

"Master, wait until I buy a large fan, and I will dance for you to see."】

These words from several years ago welled up in his heart.

So, it still lingered in his heart—a karmic obstacle, a heart demon!

"Is the Master going to the front lines to kill the enemy?" The new Mistress of the Beauty Workshop, a Seven Beauties in red, tucked her large fan behind her back and looked up at the monk.

Before the monk could answer, she couldn't help but giggle first: "A great monk who has killed people—is he still a monk?"

All of Luoyang City knew that many years ago, when foreign enemies invaded, 51 monks from Jialan Temple had descended the mountain to join the army and defend their home and country, and in the end, not one survived.

If not for this, the Youth abbot would not have shouldered such a heavy responsibility at such a young age.

It was just that, although the Youth abbot was young, his mastery of Buddhist teachings was profound.

"Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot"—this saying was known to almost everyone.

To the question from the Seven Beauties girl, it was also the best answer.

But looking at her red clothes like fire, the Youth monk shook his head for no reason and said, "Naturally, that is not the case."

The girl in red was slightly stunned, and only said, "Good!"

Master, it's a promise then!】

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3: 【Years of continuous warfare, the flames of war flying everywhere.

Successive wars might only leave a few words in the history books of later generations, but to the entire world, it was so heavy.

After the foreign enemies were expelled and the world was at peace, the victorious General returned on horseback.

His temples were slightly gray, but one could still tell that he must have been a very handsome person in his youth.

The Luoyang of today no longer possessed its former prosperity; broken walls and ruined tiles were often seen within the city, which could be described as a scene of devastation.

On the day of the expedition, the whole city saw him off. When he returned, the whole city welcomed him back.

Many people in the city were stunned after seeing the General's appearance clearly.

This was no General; this was the great monk who had already returned to secular life!

The commoners were enthusiastic, but the General did not stop, searching for something within the city.

No one knew what this familiar-looking General was searching for.

—He could not find that large fan.】

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4: 【The mottled city gate, with old tree roots coiled around it.

The General heard that for these past years, there had always been a nun, no longer young, who would come to sit for a long time by the old tree roots at the city gate, then stare blankly outside the gate.

The nun lived in the former Jialan Temple.

It was said that this nun was also incomparably beautiful in her youth, and whether to protect herself or for various other reasons, she eventually became a nun.

"It's just that recently, I haven't seen her for a while," someone said.

The General rode his horse toward the mountain.

Looking at the familiar yet strange mountain road, a voice rang in his ears.

"Master, I am more familiar with the road to Jialan Temple now than I am with the Beauty Workshop!"

Inside the temple, that Pagoda still stood, though it was much more dilapidated than in the past.

In the backyard, however, there were lonely graves and withered bones.

Deep in the vegetation of the temple, he found that large fan.

The fan was covered in small characters.

"Master, I never thought that entering the void would be so boring—endless wooden fish to strike, endless scriptures to chant."

"Master, I heard you won another battle over there; I couldn't help but practice my dance in the temple out of joy. I don't know if you'll be angry."

"Master, your Jialan Temple is always raining, always raining..."

"Master, it's New Year's again. I really want to see the fireworks in Luoyang City one more time."

"Master, come quickly and take me back to secular life, hehe."】

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5: 【Day after day, year after year.

Another New Year's Eve arrived.

In Jialan Temple, the old monk was the same as ever, occasionally lost in thought, occasionally wanting to doze off.

Today, his eyes were half-closed again, as if he would fall into a deep sleep at any moment.

The little monk sat beside the old monk, looking up at the night sky, and asked, "Master, everyone says to take refuge in the Buddhist gate. What does this 'refuge' mean?"

The old monk smiled and touched the little monk's bald head, saying, "The so-called refuge is actually our Buddhist initiation ceremony, signifying submission and reliance upon the three: Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha."

"Therefore, it is also called the 【Three Refuges】."

"It means to believe and submit with one's whole heart."

"Ah, so that's it," the little monk said.

The old monk's eyes were half-open as he said, "Recite after me."

"Take refuge in the Buddha," the old monk said.

"Take refuge in the Buddha," the little monk followed.

"Take refuge in the Dharma."

"Take refuge in the Dharma."

"Take refuge in the Sangha."

"Take refuge in the Sangha.

After a brief pause, the old monk said, "Actually, for me, there is a fourth refuge."

He reached out to stroke the large fan in his sleeve and murmured in his heart, though it was unclear if he had dozed off again or had closed his eyes forever.

"There is also taking refuge in Miss Xiu."

One word, a promise.

Boom—!

In an instant, fireworks filled the sky over Luoyang City.

As the story finished, the song in the headphones also came to an end.

(End of this chapter)