Jingluo Weifeng Temple is a small temple on the northeastern outskirts of Tibet. Although Du Ping even knew its name, he had never been to this place. This is not a temple that Du Pingping is familiar with, and the temple that Du Pingping's family worships is not this one.

This is a very foreign place to Du Pingping. Standing in this place, he was greeted by a strong sense of strangeness, standing quietly here like a very unfriendly person, so that Du Ping had to watch the difference carefully.

It is a temple that has been cleaned with great effort. The courtyard wall of about 23 meters at most, plus the wooden temple gate that is not much higher than the wall, on the beam of the temple gate, a 2040 cm log plank, with black characters written "Jingluo Weifeng Temple" five words. This is the general style of the ordinary temples of Dongliuqiu and Tibetan Ma, and this temple is the same.

Du Pingping stood at the gate of the temple and confirmed that this was indeed the real destination of his return to Dongliuqiu. When I tried to enter, I found myself hesitant to move my body. It was a little girl who was related to her by blood, and she was supposed to be in the prime of her angel years, but at this time she only turned into a sadness. There must be a person there who calls himself both in love and affection, and he will not lose himself the moment he sees her.

This is really a temple that must have some kind of major relationship with his own life, and Du Ping's blood is already as if it is calling in the resonance.

But this must also be a place where Du Ping is extremely afraid, and the pain of Zeng and his daughter's funeral are all present in it. They are all Du Ping simply unable to face.

Du Ping stood at the gate of this temple for a while, standing quietly, unable to move at all.

Du Pingping just carried his bag and stood quietly at the door. Until a black-robed old monk who cleaned the temple gate walked out with tools, he was a little stunned when he saw Du Ping.

Old monk, "Do you want to come in?"

Du Ping tried to cast a smile. "Wait a minute. ”

Old monk, "It seems that Mr.'s heart has not calmed down yet!"

Du Ping thought for a moment, "Maybe." ”

The old monk put a broom in Du Pingping's hand.

Old monk, "Then help me work! work can help us calm our unrestful minds." ”

Du Pingping took the broom and looked at the black-robed old monk suspiciously, "Is that so?"

The black-robed old monk began to wipe the temple door while answering Du Pingping's question, "Of course." Just like this temple, it has been around for more than 300 years, and for 300 years countless people like me have been doing the same work every morning. 300 years have passed, and those people are gone. Even in the hearts of ordinary people, they don't even have their names left. But it'......"

The old monk patted the wooden door as he spoke, "It's still there! So, things in the world are not a big deal." The only difference is whether you can accept it or not. And even if you don't accept it, it's still like that. ”

Du Ping thought about himself and Mimiko, plus the corpse of the child he was about to see.

Du fair, "My business is not so simple. ”

The old monk, "Sir is wrong! Things in the world are actually very simple, but people add too many things to it according to their own thoughts and feelings, so it will show that it is not simple to everyone." But for things, it's still itself. No one can change it. ”

The old monk didn't speak anymore, just tried to do his job. Du Pingping also accepted the job given by the old monk as if he had accepted his fate. Begin to clean up the sanitation outside the temple. I'm working very seriously.,Even in order to be able to do a better job.,I've put the travel bag I've been carrying next to the temple gate.。

This work has been going on for a long time. It wasn't until all the sanitation was cleaned and the garbage was cleaned into the garbage bin that Du Ping returned to the temple gate, and the old monk was standing next to Du Ping's backpack waiting for Du Ping.

"I'm done." ”

The old monk, "Yes, I saw it." And I also saw you put the bag you had been carrying. I don't know if you've put down the bag you're carrying?"

Du Ping thought about it and returned the broom to the old monk, and then picked up the backpack next to him.

"Regardless of whether the bag I was carrying in my heart has been put down or not, I feel like I have been able to accept it calmly!"

The old monk put his hands together, "I wish you all the best." ”

Du Pingping put his hands together, "Thank you!"

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I don't know if the old monk is really a person who has some Dharma, but when Du Pingping really entered this temple, he really didn't have the constant anxiety, confusion, anger, remorse and sadness that he had been in the past two or three days.

At this time, Du Pingping's mood when he entered this temple seemed to be frozen by the miraculous old monk in that state of calm sweeping work. In this state, Du Ping entered this temple.

Walking into the temple, I realized that the temple was actually far larger than what Du Ping saw outside. However, there is only one Buddhist hall where the altar is being opened, and it is a small one. It's as if it doesn't want people to know about it. As he approached the room, he saw a picture of a very young girl with a sweet smile in the middle of a table covered with flowers.

This is my daughter?

The moment he saw this cute little girl, Du Pingping didn't even pay attention to the woman who was kneeling next to the altar with a plain white body.

Du Ping walked through the gate, walked across the ground, walked to the altar, and his fingers touched the face of the picture of the innocent little girl surrounded by flowers.

With the touch of his fingers, Du Ping actually had a strong feeling of blood connection! Although Du Ping had never seen her, it still couldn't prevent Du Ping from really liking her! She was really shiny, very cute, and beautiful, just like a little angel gifted by the gods.

Du Pingping looked at the picture of the girl under the statue of the little Bodhisattva for a long time, and then turned his head to look at the woman next to him, who was wearing a white plain robe and kneeling next to the altar. The white head-wrapped robe covered everything she had, but the moment she saw this woman, Du Ping knew that she was Miyako, Miyako Kazama.

Du Fair found that his familiarity with Miyako Kazama had reached the depths of his soul, and although the bloated white pigment had covered all of Miyako's body and face, Du Fair still knew that it must be Miyako Kazama. It's just that at this time, Du Ping no longer has even crazy love and hatred for this woman. All Du Ping's heart now has is the little angel in this photo, the daughter he has never seen.

"Where is she?"

The woman ignored him, as if she had fallen asleep because she was too tired, and sat there on her knees motionless. Du Pingping stopped communicating and walked back over the altar. A small coffin, not closed. The walls of the coffin are covered with soft white flannel, and a little girl in a kimono about 3 years old lies in it calmly like an angel, as if sleeping in a white cloud.

Fingers touch the girl's cheek. Fleshy, soft......

Before he knew it, Du Ping's tears had been falling to the ground one by one down his cheeks. The fingers were still touching the girl's little face, little hands, little legs, and little arms. As if in another time and space, an identical little girl was holding her hand and playing with herself, her angelic smile spilling through the space.

Grief can be tiring. I don't know how long it was, but he unconsciously slept next to this small coffin. The little girl in her sleep was still so happy and lovely, and Du Ping was so happy with her.

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Du Ping woke up on a bed, a traditional floor bunk, with a soft, clean, sun-scented mattress spread under his body, and a dark blue quilt on top. The clothes are still Du Ping's original clothes, and the backpack that Du Ping's shoulder has been carrying is placed next to the bunk.

Du Ping looked at his bag and didn't touch it. Walk to the side door of the room, open the door, and find yourself still in this temple. Outside, a temple courtyard is common, and a teenage monk is sweeping the fallen leaves with a broom made of bamboo. The fact that Du Ping opened the door immediately caused him to look at Du Ping with great curiosity.

"Why am I here?"

The little monk, "You fainted! The old monk said that you were too tired physically! You were too sad mentally." However, you are usually in good health, as long as you sleep seriously, there should be no major problems. ”

The explanation of the little sweeping monk immediately made Du Pingping understand his situation. I should have basically not had a good rest for two days and three nights in a row, either thinking about things or being sad. Rushed all the way from New York City, and there was no rest. In addition, after seeing his daughter, he was too sad, so he fainted.

Du fair, "Okay. In which direction is my original sacrificial chamber?"

Little monk, "The sacrificial chamber has been removed. ”

Du Ping, "Withdrawn?"

Little monk, "The temple master said that the benefactor of that family only booked a day's time, so when the time came, they withdrew. ”

Du Fair, "Time of day?"

Du Ping was very puzzled, this was not in line with the traditional habits of Dongliuqiu. Normal sacrifices take 7 days, and some people who are particular about it even perform sacrifices that last more than 40 days in ancient times. It's weird.

The little monk, "The benefactor of this family is not the Fang family of our temple. So, we also find it strange. ”

"How much time did I sleep?"

Little monk, "I want to think about it!"

The little monk counted his fingers carefully and counted them.

Little monk, "You brought it over at noon yesterday." It's 9 a.m., and my husband has slept for 19 hours. ”

Du Fair, "19 hours!"

Du Ping himself was also taken aback, and thought about it again, since he got the news 4 days ago, he really hasn't had any good sleep in the middle, and he has been thinking about this thing. In addition, there is a time difference of nearly 12 hours between Dongliuqiu and New City. It's really not surprising that I sleep a little longer.

When Du Ping was thinking about things, the little monk looked at him seriously. When Du Pingping raised his head again, the little monk hurriedly asked enthusiastically.

The little monk, "Do you want to have breakfast? We still have rice porridge that is still hot." ”

Du Ping still didn't feel any hunger. But as soon as the little monk said suddenly, Du Ping's stomach immediately began to constantly beat the hollow drum and make a hollow sound. But Du Ping still invited the little monk general to the sacrificial room where he came yesterday.

Here, it is indeed empty.

Du Pingping was a little distracted, and at this time, the little monk's heartless questioning voice came from his ears again.

Little monk, "Do you want to have breakfast? It may be cold in a while." ”

The little monk looked at Du Ping seriously and innocently, as if for him, eating was really important.

Looking at this sincere little monk without a trace of clutter, Du Pingping couldn't feel a trace of anger at all. Then I really didn't eat for 30-40 hours. Although free food was provided on the plane, he was not in the mood at that time, so he did not take it.

Du fair, "Okay, thank you!"

Little monk, "Okay!

The little monk happily went to prepare food for Du Ping. Du Pingping stood in the temple for a while, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, I saw a broom that the little monk had just swept the floor on the side wall, so Du Ping walked over and picked it up. Continue the original work of this little monk.

Soon the little monk came to Du Ping's side with a wooden tray, a small bowl of steaming rice porridge, and a small plate of brightly colored side dishes next to it. After the little monk put them on the verandah next to him, he came over and took the broom from Du Pingping's hand.

Little monk, "I'll do it anyway!"

The little monk took the broom in Du Pingping's hand and gave Du Pingping a bright smile.

Little monk, "The temple master already knows that you have woken up, and told you to go over to him after eating." ”

Du Pingping, "Temple Master?"

The little monk, "Yes, after you finish eating, go ahead, there is a good old monk who is him." You can't go wrong. ”

The little monk's words reminded Du Ping of the old monk who swept the floor yesterday, so he nodded. Then he began to sit under the porch next to him and began to eat the simplest meal here. Maybe they should be plain and delicious, but Du Ping really has no appetite, so he can only eat them hastily. But when Du Pingping wanted to clean them himself, the little monk took them.

Little monk, "The temple master is still waiting for you!"

Du Fair, "Okay!"

Du Pingping left this innocent little monk and walked towards the temple, looking for the temple master here, the old monk who swept the floor yesterday that Du Pingping thought. But it turned out that Du Pingping's idea was wrong. Because he did see a good old monk after that, and that kind of old monk was far from being comparable to yesterday's sweeping old monk.

In the beautiful sunshine of the sun, he sat on a straw plate with his back on his back, as if he were sleeping, and his eyelids were closed. This made Du Ping walk over, not knowing if he should wake him up.

Old monk, "You're here?"

The old monk suddenly spoke, which made Du Ping a little surprised. But when he looked up at the old monk and temple master, he found that his eyes were not open at all.

"Don't be surprised! I didn't sleep, but because I was so old that my eyelids drooped, it was like falling asleep." ”

The old monk's immediate Du Ping felt that the action he had just peeped at was too rude!

Du Fair, "I'm sorry!"

Old monk, "It's nothing, many people will make a mistake when they see me for the first time." Besides, the monks don't pay attention to other people's strange eyes. If it had been in ancient times, maybe I would have been a very famous fellow! What is it called, a sleeping old monk or something?"

The old monk's cheerful personality made Du Pingping's gloomy mood much better.

Du Pingping, "You are looking for me?"

The old monk, "Yes, Xiao Senzi said that you are an interesting fellow, and I want to meet you." ”

Du Pingping, "Komoriko?"

Old monk, "It's the young man who pulled you to talk yesterday morning, he always wants to say some strange things, he thinks that if it was in ancient times, he would be a very Taoist monk, but people don't know how to appreciate him now." ”

Du Pingping immediately felt that he was talking about the old monk he had seen yesterday morning. It's just that the young man that this old monk thinks is already an old monk compared to Du Pingping.

So Du Ping immediately thought that this temple was quite interesting.

"I'm here for a funeral. ”

The old monk, "I know that Dharma! It's a pity for a very small child! I went to chant for her." However, I should have fallen asleep later. He was carried out. ”

Du Pingping sincerely thanked, "Thank you!"

Old monk, "Who are you?"

Du Fair, "It should be the father." ”

Old monk, "Are you sad?"

Du Fair, "Yes. ”

"Alas, I'm so old that I'm about to forget what it's like to be sad." ”

At this time, yesterday's sweeping old monk suddenly appeared, first put his hands together in front of Du Pingping, bent down slightly, and bowed. Then he came to the older monk.

Old monk, "You will become a Buddha." ”

Old monk, "Why?"

Old monk, "Doesn't the Buddha want to forget his joys, angers, sorrows?"

Old monk, "I'm old because I'm old! Do you think I like this?"

The old monk still had to argue with the old monk, and the old monk came to Du Ping's side.

Old monk, "Sir, are we meeting again?"

Du Pingping put his hands together and saluted, "Hello! Yes, we meet again." ”

Old monk, "Sir's heart seems to have calmed down. ”

"I guess I've found a way to calm down." ”

Old monk, "The result is never the most important, the most valuable is always the process." Congratulations sir!"

Du Pingping thought that some of the words that this old monk said always seemed to be very reasonable, so he nodded.

Old monk, "Sir can go, there is a car outside the door, saying that it is here to find Sir." ”

Du Fair, "Looking for me?"

The old monk wondered, "We don't have any other guests here." And the people they describe are very similar to you. ”

Du Pingping put his hands together and saluted the old monk and the old monk respectively, "Then I will leave!"

Old monk, "Come often when you have time!"

Du fair, "Okay. ”