It was getting dark, and the moonlight was like water on the bluestone pavement of the town. I, a traveling doctor, am well-known for my superb medical skills. On this day, I came to this town, and heard that there was a beautiful woman in the town who was seriously ill and that no one could cure her. I walked into her door confidently, but there was an indescribable anticipation in my heart.
The beautiful woman's room was delicately and elegantly furnished, and she lay on the bed, her face haggard, but she could not hide her natural beauty. I pretended to take her pulse, but my heart beat like a drum. Her beauty makes my heart flutter, and evil thoughts creep in my heart.
"Madame, your illness is not trivial, and it needs special treatment. I said in a pretended deep voice.
She raised her tired eyes and asked softly, "Doctor, can I still be saved from my illness?"
"There is salvation, and there is salvation. A subtle sneer tugged at the corner of my mouth, "It's just that this treatment method is a little special." ”
She seemed to sense my bad intentions, but she was so sick that she had to choose to believe me.
In the days that followed, I frequented her boudoir under the pretext of healing. Every time I have a treatment, I deliberately touch her skin to feel the delicate and silky touch. Her shyness and anger only made the desire in my heart stronger.
Finally, one day, she couldn't bear it anymore and scolded angrily: "Are you curing the disease, or are you taking advantage of me!"
I chuckled and replied shamelessly, "Ma'am, I'm healing." Your condition is unique and requires special therapy. ”
She trembled with anger, but she was helpless. I continued my "treatment" until her condition gradually improved. However, the way she looked at me was full of vigilance and disgust.
I know she will never forgive me. But in my heart, desire had triumphed over reason, and I was intoxicated with this twisted pleasure and could not extricate myself.
She's finally cured, and it's time for me to leave the town. At parting, she said to me indifferently, "I will never forget what you have done." ”
I smiled and didn't respond. I know that I have committed an unforgivable crime, but I have no regrets. Because in my heart, desire has triumphed over morality and conscience.
However, the moment I left the town, I looked back and saw her cold and determined eyes. It dawned on me that there are some things, once lost, that can never be recovered.
I left the town and continued my wandering career. But her figure has always lingered. Whenever I was in the dead of night, I would always think of her cold and determined eyes, and the crimes I had committed.
As the years passed, I grew old. However, that past has always followed me. I know it's a stain on my life that will never be washed away.
Now, I stand at the end of my life and look back, full of remorse and self-blame. If I had been able to restrain my desires, maybe everything would have been different. But unfortunately, there are no ifs in life, only results.
I looked at the town in the distance, silently reciting her name in my heart. I knew that no matter where I went, that past would follow me until the end of my life.
I've finished my story, and you may think I'm a shameless person, but I just want to tell you that lust is the devil, and it can make people lose their minds and do things that are regrettable. So, please cherish everyone around you and don't let lust blind you.
This is the end of the story, but my confession continues. I hope that through my story, I can serve as a wake-up call to those who are driven to destruction by desire. Remember, there is no regret medicine to take in life, and once you make a mistake, you can never go back. So, cherish what you have now!
"Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. I muttered to myself. This sentence seems to have become the best consolation and salvation in my old age. I closed my eyes and sat there with my hands folded
At the moment when I fell into contemplation, I suddenly remembered the experience of my youth, and the remorse in my heart came like a tidal wave. At that time, as a monk, I should have seen through the red dust, but I was trapped by lust and made an irreparable mistake.
At that time, I was young and vigorous, confident in my superb medical skills, and was well-known in the rivers and lakes. However, the growth of fame and medical skills did not make me more humble, but rather bred my pride and arrogance. When I met that beautiful woman, evil thoughts grew like weeds in my heart, and eventually led me astray.
During the treatment, I went in and out of her boudoir frequently, and every time I found an excuse to touch her body. Her shyness and helplessness have become teasing and seductive in my eyes. I was obsessed, indulging in this twisted relationship.
Until one day, her husband came back out of nowhere and broke my ugly deeds. He rushed forward angrily and scuffled with me. Although I have some martial arts, I am so vulnerable to his anger and strength. Eventually, I was knocked to the ground by him and fled from that house in embarrassment.
After that incident, I was ruined and became a laughing stock in the rivers and lakes. I had no shame to stay in the town any longer, so I had to wander around and live a life of displacement. In my wandering days, I gradually realized my mistakes and sins. I began to reflect on my actions and try to make up for my past mistakes.
As the years passed, I grew old. However, that past has always followed me. Whenever I see someone go astray due to lust, I always think of that experience when I was younger. I am well aware of the dangers of lust, so I always try my best to persuade them to turn back.
Now, I stand at the end of my life and look back, full of remorse and self-blame. If I had stayed true to my heart and not been swayed by lust, maybe everything would have been different. But unfortunately, there are no ifs in life, only results.
"Master!" a crisp voice interrupted my musings, "it's time for fasting." ”
I opened my eyes and saw my little apprentice standing in front of me. He was an apprentice I received in my later years, named Jingkong. He was young, kind-hearted, and had a deep understanding of the Dharma. In him I saw my younger self – the self that had not yet been corrupted by lust and was devoted to the Buddha.
"Clear," I sighed, "you know what? Master made a great mistake when he was young, and he went astray due to lust. ”
After hearing this, Jingkong was silent for a long time before saying, "Master, the past has passed, and the important thing is the present and the future. You have repented and worked hard to make up for your past mistakes, which is very admirable. ”
I nodded, and a warm current welled up in my heart, "Thank you for clearing the air." You are right, the past is in the past, and the important thing is the present and the future. I will continue to work hard to make amends for my past sins. ”
With that, I stood up and walked back to the hall, leaving the clear space to meditate on the spot.
After fasting, I went alone to the temple and knelt down to pray. I closed my eyes, folded my hands, and recited the Buddha name in my heart. Suddenly, a breeze blew through the candlelight in the temple, flickering, as if to pray for my blessings.
After a long time, I opened my eyes and saw the Buddha statue in the temple smiling at me. At that moment, I suddenly understood something - maybe my sins could not be completely washed away, but my repentance and practice could give me peace and tranquility.
Since then, I have worked harder to practice and no longer be haunted by the shadows of the past. I know I can't change the past, but I can influence the future through my efforts in the present. I hope that through my story, I can serve as a wake-up call to those who are being driven to destruction by desire, to understand the horror of desire, and to cherish what they have now.
At this point in the story, you may think that my story is a bit heavy and depressing, but what I want to tell you is that life is full of ups and downs and joys and sorrows. Only through continuous efforts and perseverance can we move towards a better future. So please cherish what you have now, don't let your desires blind you, and move forward!
In my later years, I did everything I could to make amends for the mistakes of the past. I practiced in the temple, helping those in need, using my healing skills to heal their illnesses and wounds. Every time I see them relieved of their pain and smile, the guilt and self-blame in my heart seem to be comforted a little.
At the same time, I also tell my story to those who are willing to listen, hoping that they will learn from my experience and not repeat the mistakes of the past. I know that my story may not change everyone's fate, but if it can awaken the conscience and vigilance in some people, then what I do will be worth it.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I am already an old man. In the last moments of my life, I lay on my bed, looking out the window at the bright sunshine, filled with peace and contentment. I knew I was about to leave this world, but I didn't have the slightest fear or nostalgia. Because I believe that after I am gone, my story will continue to be passed on and serve as a wake-up call for future generations.
I slowly closed my eyes and silently recited the Buddha's name in my heart. At that moment, I seemed to see the kind face of the Buddha, who smiled and stretched out his hand to me and led me to another world. I knew that was where I deserved, and the relief I had been longing for.
The breathing gradually stopped, and the heartbeat slowly calmed down. However, my story has remained in people's hearts forever. They sang the praises of my experiences and alerted myself and those around me. In that town, my story has become a legend in the hearts of generations, reminding them to cherish the present, to stay true to their hearts, and not to be moved by their desires.