The long-abandoned Qinghe Temple finally has the smell of incense.

One day, a child playing by the river was full of joy when he saw the newly paved bluestone path, and you chased me and ran away to the temple. Where had the originally stubborn children of the town seen such a solemn temple, they couldn't help but become restrained, and they didn't dare to make a loud noise, and they hid behind the older child.

The child was not afraid of life, and saw a three-meter-high boulder erected behind the incense case, and the monk who had just settled here a month ago was holding an iron knife and a stone hammer and smashing something, and under the impetus of his playmate behind him, the child stepped forward, looked at the busy monk and asked, "What are you doing?"

Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun smiled and said, "I'm cultivating Buddha." ”

The boy asked, "What is a Buddha, and why do you want to cultivate him?"

Nanshan Zen Master said, "You are still young, come back in a few days, and I will tell you what a Buddha is, okay?"

The kid nodded obediently, "Hmm." ”

Immediately after that, he was pulled out by a group of playmates and continued to play.

There was only one Zen master left in the temple, he wiped his sweat, looked at the boulder much taller than himself, and smiled dumbly.

What is a Buddha? Why should he cultivate him? After Chu Chan's heart died of incense, he thought about it for a whole year before he figured out this answer.

……

He surpassed 100,000 dead souls to see the Buddha.

He saw the Buddha in order to seek the Buddha.

He prayed to the Buddha for the sake of cultivating karma.

He returned to his previous life and wanted to rebuild his three-life relationship with Ling'er.

But he always ignored one problem, he was a monk.

How can a monk who is supposed to have six pure roots cultivate his fate? If a monk picks up a relationship, can he still be regarded as a monk? So the Buddha asked him, "The world is safe and has the Dharma, and it is not as good as it has been?"

In this regard, Li Xingyun has only one answer. He said to the Buddha that he would not overcome the suffering of sentient beings, but only cultivate one Buddha.

He's a Buddhist, so there's no choice. But he can choose his own Buddha and choose who he wants to become.

So he wants to practice Buddhism.

There is only one Buddha in his heart, and that Buddha is Ling'er. He wants to cultivate Ling'er into my Buddha, cultivate into his own Buddha, and then willingly become Ling'er's Buddha.

This is the true meaning of cultivating only one Buddha, and it is also the true meaning of his coming to a previous life.

In fact, no matter whether Chu Chanxin lives or dies or not, what Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun has to do is never to cultivate the fate of three lives in the next life, but to cultivate Buddha, just to cultivate Buddha! Cultivate one's Buddha, his own Buddha!

It's just that he can think about these things very clearly and speak very reasonably, but it is very difficult to really do them.

The three-meter-tall boulder was very hard, and he was just a thin monk with no cultivation, and even if he was engrossed in using the knife, he couldn't hold on for long.

So in the beginning, he gets tired easily.

The stone hammer kept hitting the short iron knife, making a very frequent sound in the quiet temple, but after a blow, but

Often, only a very thin layer of stone skin can be knocked out.

According to his speed, if he wants to carve out Ling'er's little feet completely, I am afraid it will take a long time. But fortunately, nowadays, the richest thing for him is time.

He is not in a hurry, and he has carefully arranged his daily workload before he starts. For example, when to repair the Buddha's feet, when to repair the Buddha's legs, and when to repair the Buddha's body...... He just had to follow the steps.

Soon, the sky darkened.

Li Xingyun cleaned up the debris all over the temple floor, and went up the mountain alone to pick some mushrooms and wild fruits. After cleaning by the river, they set up a stove in front of the temple and began to cook rice.

He will cook in the Hereafter and in this life. Although it is not as good as Su Xiaofan's craftsmanship, it is much better than those guys in Luo Changfeng Jiang Manlou.

A scholar who has no power to tie a chicken must always learn the skill of cooking, otherwise he will not be able to catch even a chicken, and he will not starve to death? This is the truth that Mr. once taught him, and he firmly remembered it in his heart.

made two side dishes, Li Xingyun ate alone under the starlight and moonlight, then washed the dishes, and then went to sleep.

When the morning dawned, he got up to freshen up, make breakfast, eat breakfast, and after cleaning up, he began to practice his Buddha again.

The days of Fushu Town, far away from the world, always pass quickly, and unconsciously, Li Xingyun has lived in the temple next to the Qingshui River for three years, and the three years of practicing Buddhism have finally yielded results.

Three years later, the three-metre-tall boulder had a pair of small and delicate feet and beautiful feet.

He trimmed it to Ling'er's feet.

One day, it was raining heavily, and the children playing by the Qinghe River broke into this inhabited but still deserted temple in order to escape the rain.

The children were growing up, the oldest being 10 years old.

The ten-year-old child vaguely remembered something, and he took the initiative to step forward and looked at the monk who was squatting in front of the boulder and kept beating with a stone hammer and iron knife: "Is your Buddha repaired?"

Li Xingyun turned around and saw that it was the child who had asked him a question three years ago, pointed to the feet of the boulder and smiled: "Look, I have repaired a pair of feet." ”

The child still didn't understand, "How can a pair of feet represent a Buddha?"

Li Xingyun was a little gloomy, how could a pair of feet be his Buddha.

He looked at the boy and said, "You come back in a few days, and then tell you what a Buddha is when I have cultivated the Buddha."

The kid nodded obediently, "Okay." ”

……

Another six years passed.

The boulder erected behind the incense case has basically gotten rid of the appearance of a stone block, and initially has a humanoid outline.

In the past six years, there have been more or less some people in this temple, and some people have passed by, but when they saw Li Xingyun's obsession with the Buddha statue as if they were enchanted, they didn't dare to bother more, and after burning incense to add fire, they left quietly.

Gradually, the residents of Fushu Town have become accustomed to this, and even sometimes see Li Xingyun alone, they will take turns to send some vegetables and fruits.

And Li Xingyun, who has been busy for six years, looks a little haggard, but except for being haggard, it doesn't seem to have changed much. However, it is undeniable that his skill in carving and cultivating Buddha has also become extremely proficient due to six years of knife cultivation. He was confident that the carving of the Buddha statue would be completed within the expected timeframe.

And just like that, three years passed.

The Buddha statue that has been repaired for 12 years not only has a pair of delicate feet, but also a pair of slender and straight legs, a slender and concave Buddha body, a smooth Buddha face like a mirror, a smart and beautiful Buddha eyes, three thousand green silks, and a fluttering Buddha robe.

Looks like a teenage girl......

On this day, there were snowflakes in the sky.

The world is wrapped in plains, and the town is silvery silent.

On these cold days in the winter, the water of the Qing River in front of the temple was frozen.

Thinking that there would be no more nearby pedestrians and people passing through the snow to enter the incense, Li Xingyun was about to close the door of the temple after sweeping the rubble at the foot of the complete Buddha statue, but unexpectedly saw a figure.

It was a young man with a weak crown. Holding an umbrella with snowflakes piled up on the surface of the umbrella, stand in front of the door. Although he hadn't seen him for many years, Li Xingyun still recognized him at a glance, he was the child back then.

The young man took the umbrella and entered the temple, looking at the lifelike Buddha statue and lost his mind.

He looked at Li Xingyun, whose appearance didn't seem to have changed in the past ten years, and asked, "This is the Buddha of the Zen master?"

Li Xingyun clasped his hands together: "Yes, this is my Buddha." ”

The young man still didn't understand: "But Buddha, why is it a woman?"

Li Xingyun quietly looked at the young man's ignorant face, he didn't explain too much, and still said as in previous years: "You are only in the age of the weak crown, it is better to wait a few more days, and when you are older, I will tell you the answer, okay?"

The weak-crowned man agreed, and then left.

This walk is a whole year of Jiazi!

Sixty years later, a hunchbacked and white-haired old man with a wooden cane found the Qinghe River again and saw the temple in front of the Qinghe River according to the road in his memory.

The old man staggered and trembled to the temple, and then raised his head with difficulty, staring at the Buddha statue standing in the hall with cloudy eyes that had seen all the vicissitudes of life.

The old man did not see the figure of the Zen master. He didn't call, and he didn't look for it.

Because of the question of the year, he finally understood the answer with the time of Jiazi year.

"Why is the Buddha a woman?"

"Because she's his Buddha......"