Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, but there were no monks in the temple, and the monks had long since run out.

The world is in turmoil in Kyushu, and wars are raging.

In this era of war and chaos, there is no prosperous incense in the temple, good guests and believers, only broken bricks and tiles, neither can block the wind nor the rain, the monks in the temple do not know what year and month have long run out, maybe it is still vulgar, maybe it is moved to the temple, and the individual has a personal place,

In short, the monk does not suffer from this, only Ah Jiu can endure hardship, and only Ah Jiu has not left.

Ah Jiu is not a monk either, he is a teenager, not experienced in the world, just like ten years ago, he was just a child, and he had never seen a believer who came to offer incense, an abbot wearing a shiny robe,

Because the temple has always been so broken, there is only Ah Jiu and his parents in a family of three, but now he is the only one.

The temple is still very broken, just like his heart.

Why didn't Ah Jiu leave, just because Ah Jiu had nowhere to go, he was born here, grew up here, and the only thing that could accompany him was this broken temple.

Ah Jiu and the weeds on the wall always look at each other in a daze, passing the time of this noon pastime, at least today is a warm spring day, no wind and no rain, and the sky is sunny.

A touch of sunlight shines through the broken tiles of the eaves, shining on a big Buddha in the middle of the broken temple, the Buddha statue that has been worn out and painted is also like being plated into a bright light by the sun, the light and shadow are migrated, the face of the Buddha seems to have recovered a little vitality, and the corners of the Buddha's mouth are looming with a smile.

Laugh at the suffering of sentient beings, or laugh at salient beings who do not know how to enjoy suffering?

Ah Jiu lay on the weed-woven cushion, reached out to touch the sunlight shining through, felt the warmth of the sunlight in the palm of his hand, and showed a shallow wry smile at the corner of his mouth,

"Daddy and Auntie, although you left early, only this temple remained, but I have always listened to what you said. You see, I wipe this Buddha statue every day."

Ah Jiu raised his head and pointed to the Buddha statue, "Look, look at ......"

The empty temple, without answering, Ah Jiu, who was talking to himself, did not continue, he lay down, turned over, turned sideways, and covered the soft cushion woven by weeds on his body, this is the straw mat woven by Ah Niang herself, even so.

Even if the tears no longer flow out of this kind of thought, Ah Jiu's heart is still the same.

It still felt a hollowness, like someone holding his heart, and the heart was still beating but not knowing why.

He seems to have forgotten something very important.

Ah Jiu is very ordinary and lonely.

But he knows that he won't be lonely all the time, Daddy said that the world is impermanent, maybe good luck will happen tomorrow, Ah Jiu firmly believes that fate is not immutable, what Daddy and Auntie say, he has always listened.

This mountain used to be called Chen Gongshan, which was the foundation of the eighteenth generation of the Chen family, and was left to Ah Jiu's generation, with neither industry nor real estate, let alone money.

In front of the mountain and behind the mountain, there is not even a piece of orange peel, what a barren mountain pass, even so, at least the mountain still has a name, Chen Gongshan, even if not many people know it, it is much better than many nameless mountains.

Ah Jiu also has a surname, Chen Jiu.

The long and endless life can make people lost, and the lonely days are the longest.

Ah Jiu's daily life, since the age of nine, after the death of his father, is a person farming, a person hunting, a person to cook a fire, a person to watch the sunrise, a person to watch the sunset, every day seems to be no different, and it seems to be a little different, Ah Jiu has grown up and become stronger and stronger.

Ten years have passed in a flash. Ah Jiu has been living under this ruined temple for nineteen years since he was born.

Ah Jiu is already a first-class good hunter.

The prey brought back to the temple is different every time, and there used to be only some pheasants and hares, which are added vegetables. Fortunately, Daddy once taught Ah Jiu to make a peculiar herb and spice before his death, and Ah Jiu wiped it on his body every time he went out hunting, which could make jackals, tigers and leopards vomit, even if Ah Jiu ran away, he would not come to chase him.

He has never been out of this mountain, and all his knowledge of the outside world was told by the deceased Daddy and Auntie.

Ah Jiu squinted his eyes and looked up at the eaves of the temple, and his thoughts seemed to go back to when he was five years old.

He still remembers that before he was five years old, there was no war outside, and the people outside the mountain pass were still alive, and Daddy would carry some broken firewood on his back and carry a flat pole to the nearest town outside the mountain pass, Guanshou Town, and exchange the broken wood for some copper coins to buy some hot food and go home. Ah Niang will take out the scriptures that have not been bitten by snakes and insects in the cabinet of the ancient temple, and teach Ah Jiu to read the words on them.

Thinking about this, I can't help but feel sad.

At this moment, Ah Jiu took out a yellowed scripture book in his arms. There are a few big characters written on the cover of the scripture book "Prajna Heart Sutra", patting the fine weeds that were just turned over and clamping on the book, brushing the folds on the book, Ah Jiu opened the book again.

He looked at the familiar words on the scriptures, unconsciously, cross-legged facing the Buddha in the sun, recited the words on the scriptures aloud, and gradually forgot himself, "Therefore, there is no color in the air, no receiving, no thinking, no action, no cognition, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind, no color, no sound, fragrance, taste, touch, and dharma; no vision, and even no consciousness; no ignorance, no ignorance, no old age, no death, no suffering, no gathering, no extinction, The way, there is no wisdom and there is no gain, so there is no gain, Bodhisattva, according to Prajnaparamita, the mind is not hindered, there is no hindrance, there is no terror, away from upside-down dreams, and nirvana. ”

Whenever Ah Jiu picked up the scriptures, he unconsciously read them from noon to dusk, immersed in them until the sun was dusk. Ah Jiu closed the scriptures and stared blankly at the sunset on the horizon, turning from light red to dark red, slowly rendering the gorgeous demeanor halfway up the mountain.

Ah Jiu sat by the temple gate, remembering a beautiful legend that Ah Niang said, when the sun fell, purple clouds appeared in the sky, which was the fairy in the sky to pray for the world and bless the kind people from disasters and diseases.

"Liars. Ah Jiu looked at Zixia in the sky, thinking about the deceased father and mother, and the forgotten figure in his mind, and a kind of anger ignited in his heart.

Ah Jiu picked up a stone and threw it into the sky, shouting angrily, "Didn't you say that there are immortals, why do you have to suffer when you watch my father and mother, why don't you care why my father and mother are sick, why do you leave me alone in the world, why!"

"Because, you are not worthy, you are just an ant, how can the gods in the sky notice you. To God, it's like looking at the ants at your feet. Do you care if the ants live or die, ridiculous child? ”

"Who?" Ah Jiu listened to the creepy laughter coming from behind him, and wanted to turn back but didn't dare to turn back.

"You want to know who I am, why don't you look back at me?"

A moment of courage drove Ah Jiu to turn around, and Ah Jiu saw that a pair of scarlet horns were revealed on the Buddha statue that was wiped day and night, and the Buddha statue had red eyes and red pupils, and was grinning at him, "Do you remember me?"