The Buddha's realm

Then, let's go

His smile concealed emotions that she could not comprehend. Did he also think of something? Could it be that he thought of fate as well

The night has gradually deepened, and fewer people are coming in and out of the hotel. In this devout Buddhist country, it is likely that many have already fallen into a peaceful slumber

Sun Zhao, taking advantage of his height, easily grabbed two bundles of incense and handed her one, saying, "Let's leave quickly after paying our respects. The smoke here is not good for our health"

The corners of her mouth also blossomed into a complex smile

Dai Yimi awkwardly waited for the team leader to walk in front of her. She had already made a little plan, waiting for Sun Zhao to move ahead before she quietly slipped to the back of the line.

When did he come to her side

I see. I was worried that she would make mistakes abroad due to her lack of experience in independent living, but with your care, there will be no problem

Dai Yimi's thoughts drifted back to reality. First, her eyes were met with the bustling crowd and the glaring sunlight, followed by the face of a man partially obscured by sunglasses, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth

However, such a place is also filled with memories of her and her grandparents, each recollection bringing a pang of heartache.

He was silent for a moment, then smiled, "Perhaps." If there truly are deities three feet above us, then why, in his moments of greatest pain and helplessness, did no deity show him compassion? ... But perhaps it is for the best; he has ultimately become the person he is today. Maybe this is what the deities have hoped for after all

Why aren't you leaving?" Seeing that the group had already moved halfway, she became a bit anxious

I made an impossible wish. His expression carried a sense of self-mockery

That smile creates a delusion for Dai Yimi, as if a star is twinkling on the horizon, so joyful and so fervent

The brightly colored shrine in front of the hotel is outlined with golden lines, featuring a Buddha statue that she does not recognize, while the incense that has been lit wafts into the air, releasing curling wisps of blue smoke

She shook her head, "Once a wish is spoken, it truly loses its power"

What are you thinking about? he asked gently

He looks a bit sad. "Don't you want to know?"

The temple was crowded with people, and the thick scent of burning incense wafted into the air. Dai Yimi found it somewhat difficult to open her eyes

Speaking it out loud makes it possible to realize. If I do not say it, I will surely regret it for a lifetime

It is another sunny day. Even before stepping outside, Dai Yimi could already feel the scorching heat of the sunlight

She did not notice that not far away stood a solitary figure. He had his back to her, gazing up at the bright moon, his thoughts in disarray. Perhaps being in a foreign land, seeing that familiar moon again made it easier to think about the future and reflect on life.

In the center of the Buddhist hall sits a statue of the Four-Faced Buddha, adorned in gold, with a dignified and grand posture, seated cross-legged. The Four-Faced Buddha has four faces: the front face represents peace, the right face symbolizes career, the back face signifies relationships, and the left face denotes wealth. According to tradition, worshippers should first pay respects to the front face, then turn to the right in sequence until all four faces have been honored.

No, no, I just want to wait for you to leave first, and then follow you

Dai Yimi had not seen such a sky for a long time. She vaguely remembered her childhood visits to the countryside where her grandparents lived, a place with fields and ponds that she would never forget in her lifetime. In her memory, it was a paradise that would never be tainted by the mundane world.

Sitting on the bus, I could see the bustling traffic around the temple from a distance. The exterior of the Buddhist temple was resplendent with gold and brilliance, featuring eaves adorned with gold and jewels, while the glazed tiles sparkled with light. The small Buddha statues seated on the roof were exquisitely crafted, and vibrant colors depicted magnificent murals. "People rely on their attire, while Buddhas rely on their golden adornments," the temple has interpreted this saying to the utmost.

It may not be considered a belief, but I often feel that the teachings in Buddhism sometimes hold great truth. "Above one's head, three feet have deities," perhaps it really is like that

How did he find out? Did she behave so obviously?

He did not want to; he remained motionless for a long time, standing comfortably in place.

He suddenly stopped his forward steps, turned around, and smiled brilliantly, "Good night"

On the way out of the Buddhist hall, Sun Zhao suddenly called out to her

It is nothing, merely a product of fanciful thinking

Dai Yimi furrowed her brows, what does this mean? Capricious? Could he be a tsundere? ... No way ... ... His personality is truly elusive. ... ... She scrutinized him with suspicion, it seems that further understanding is necessary.

How should she respond

And then?" She awaited his next words

Are we going to the Buddhist temple today

Her complexion appeared somewhat stiff; even though she was half in doubt, her mood became serious under the influence of the atmosphere. Suddenly, she remembered that one was supposed to make a wish in front of the Buddha statue. The tour guide said that the Four-Faced Buddha was very effective and would surely fulfill people's wishes. Her wish was quite modest. She held the incense, performed the gesture of prayer in front of the Buddha, and then bowed earnestly.

There are so many tourists here, and many of them are Chinese. She tossed her hair as if trying to shake off her displeasure, saying, "The second most spoken language here is probably Chinese."

Then, good night

"I apologize, I accidentally walked past." He beside me explained, his voice warm and gentle

She inserted the incense stick straight into the incense burner. The incense in the burner was uneven; some sticks were still burning gently, while others had already burned out. The traces of incense ash were mottled, with layers of accumulation that bore witness to the vicissitudes of countless worldly affairs.

She glanced at Sun Zhao. He was half-lowering his head in contemplation, gently pinching the incense in his hand

She turned around in surprise and saw the team leader holding a small flag, beaming with a smile

It's nothing. Are you all very familiar with each other? I saw Dai Yimi coming out alone, but it turns out she was with friends.

At this thought, her breath suddenly caught. His fate, or rather his experiences, were entirely unknown to her. They were merely strangers walking together temporarily, ultimately unable to escape parting. What significance was there in intervening too much in his life? A faint bitterness spread within her heart, like ink spilled, growing ever more intense.

She let out a gentle sigh

His smile remained unchanged, "Forget it," he gently shook his head, "It's still too early now. I will tell you later"

At this moment, she and Sun Zhao stand in front of the Buddha statue. The surrounding crowd is noisy, with many people holding three incense sticks, solemnly bowing down, their hands clasped together in a bud-like formation, suspended at their forehead.

Ah, when did they surpass the leader

It turns out the team leader was very worried about herself, as her behavior was so foolish that it made her uneasy... And what is this about them taking care of her? She is perfectly capable of taking care of herself!

The starry sky today is beautiful. The unpolluted night sky resembles a pure black gem. The stars are scattered above the distant rooftops, twinkling and responding to one another, much like human relationships that are both close and distant.

Unintentionally looking up, Sun Zhao saw her. The expression on her face kept changing, sometimes frowning, sometimes breaking into a smile. She was always like this, making him incredibly curious, wanting nothing more than to get closer.

He smiled and said, "I am leaving now, get to bed early."

Everyone has wishes, but how many people can have their wishes fulfilled

She is not a devout Buddhist, but she always maintains a sense of reverence towards matters of deities and spirits, for good and evil are equally distinct everywhere. Perhaps deities do not exist, yet the concepts of karma and reincarnation in Buddhism are constantly played out in the human realm

What are you talking about? Huh? Huh?

What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?" He tugged at her backpack strap, "Stop looking and hurry up.

China is the largest source of tourists for this country. Once we enter the temple, there will be dedicated Chinese-speaking guides to assist you.

He smiled, exuberant and passionate, in that moment, like a spark that had been ignited, "I hope that every encounter is fated, and that every chance meeting is to continue the bond of a past life..." He suddenly paused

He took long strides and slowly walked in front of her. She stared at his back with a reluctant expression and followed him sulkily

She hurriedly avoided his gaze, her breathing suddenly becoming erratic, "Alright, what is it?"

As if making a certain decision, he suddenly raised his head, slowly lifting his hand to his forehead, his expression becoming serious

She closed her eyes and silently recited in her heart, "Buddha, I hope that the people I care about will be safe and sound throughout their lives. If this requires a price to be paid, please take my peace in exchange."

The continuous stream of devotees offering incense brushed past Dai Yimi. The Buddha said that a thousand glances exchanged in this life may lead to a single encounter in the next. Thus, these strangers, whose faces she could not even see, might have had a profound connection with her in a past life. In the depths of fate, what ultimately determines all encounters and separations? She found it marvelous, as if she were enveloped in a mysterious atmosphere, unable to extricate herself.

The wind blows gently, and the night falls low

She sat on her knees on the hotel lawn, where the light fountain was spraying beautiful shapes. Memories seemed to crack open a small gap, continuously pouring into her heart an inextricable and tangled sorrow.

The starry sky here is beautiful she replied off-topic Aren't you the same

In a state of gloom, she saw him smile faintly, nodding politely, resembling a graceful young gentleman

Aren't you wanting to walk at the back of the line?" He glanced at her casually.

Dai Yimi was about to explain, but Sun Zhao spoke first, "We weren't familiar before, but now she is a good friend of my sister, so she is also quite familiar with me."

"It is so late, why aren't you sleeping?" he asked

"Do you believe in Buddhism?" He seemed to ponder for a moment before asking again

He suddenly turned around. She happened to stand up at the same time. Their eyes met, and both of them showed a hint of surprise before their expressions returned to solemnity