The riverside, the wharf, the river flows forever, as if time is forever frozen here, but the surrounding cities are undergoing earth-shaking changes, with high-rise buildings rising from the ground and wooden boats changing into motor boats......

And the fastest change is the woman who stands on the pier and does not leave, from a girl to a woman, from a woman to an old woman. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The only thing that remains unchanged is that she will always dress herself up beautifully, every hair will be meticulously combed, put on that cheongsam, and stand by the river to wait. It is not until nightfall, when the last boat docks, that it returns to shore and work.

She served dishes, swept the floor, worked as a nanny, no matter how hard her life was, she never begged, she always raised her chin, even if she did not have a marriage certificate, but she always regarded herself as a military wife, and never lowered her proud head, which was her husband's pride and her pride!

However, with the departure of the old man and the changes in the city, no one knows her story anymore, and more people here regard her as mentally ill and stay away from her or even reject her. She was kicked out of the rental house, the barbershop wouldn't accept her, and the only job was secretly arranged for her by a kind boss......

The only temporary accommodation is also the bench in the owner's shop, and even if it is, it can only be in the middle of the night, when the store is closed, so that you can sneak in and sleep for the night, and you have to come out before dawn, and you can't be seen yet.

Even so, she was not knocked down by life, she always believed that he was far away, just because something could not come back......

On the edge of the dock, the old woman stood there, folded her hands, looked at the east silently, and murmured in a low voice: "If there is really a Buddha in time, can you bless him with safety......?"

When Fang Zheng saw this, he unconsciously shed tears, who would have thought that an old man who was like a madman and was treated like a ghost would have such a touching story behind him? A military wife who has not received a certificate, a military wife who will never bow her head, and a military wife who has spent her life waiting for her lover to return! Could such a person be a ghost? Such a person should be worthy of admiration!

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng's mind moved, came to the old woman, folded his hands and said: "Amitabha, donor, since you just want him to be safe, why do you have to wait here day and night?"

"You?!" Liu Fangfang was stunned, the moment she saw Fangzheng, she remembered many things that she had overlooked, shouldn't she be in the temple? Isn't this the little monk in the temple?

Fang Zheng smiled slightly and said: "The poor monk is the abbot of the temple, the law name, Fangzheng." ”

"Why are you here? You better get out of here, you don't have to worry about my business. After Liu Fangfang finished asking, she glanced vigilantly into the distance, and then drove Fang Zheng away.

Fang Zheng looked back, and there were still many people on the dock, all looking this way, with doubts in their eyes. Fang Zheng smiled: "Is the donor afraid that they will see the poor monk and bring the criticism on you to the poor monk?"

After speaking, Fang Zheng waved his hand, and everyone disappeared, and asked again, "How about this?"

"You...... Who the hell are you?!" Liu Fangfang was startled, and with a wave of her hand, everyone was gone, this ...... It's incredible!

Fang Zheng smiled: "The poor monk is the abbot of the temple, Fangzheng." Donor, do you think he will come back?"

"How do you know about me?" Liu Fangfang was really frightened.

Fang Zheng said: "You told the poor monk." ”

Liu Fangfang looked at Fang Zheng, Fang Zheng looked at Liu Fangfang, the surrounding scenery changed, rubbing her eyes in a trance, she was sitting in the Buddha hall, and there was a white-clothed monk sitting not far in front of her, it was Fang Zheng!

"This ......" Liu Fangfang looked at Fang Zheng incredulously.

Fang Zheng slowly got up and said, "Donor, the poor monk knows that you have a lot of doubts, but these doubts are meaningless, aren't they?"

As he spoke, he walked out of the Buddha hall.

Liu Fangfang subconsciously followed, Fang Zheng put one hand behind his back, looked up at the Bodhi tree in front of him and said: "Donor, this tree was given to Yizhi Temple by a donor a few years ago, but unfortunately, the wood in the south was planted in the north, and the water and soil were not adapted, and it froze to death in winter." ”

"But...... It's alive. Liu Fangfang said.

Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Yes, who would have thought that a tree that would die would still be alive?"

Liu Fangfang's heart trembled and said, "You mean, he's still alive?"

Fang Zheng turned his head, looked at Liu Fangfang and said, "What does the donor think?"

"He ......" Liu Fangfang didn't dare to say, she actually had the answer in her heart, but she always refused to face it, she was afraid. But in the end, Liu Fangfang still asked a question: "Abbot Fangzheng, are there ghosts in this world?"

"Yes, there is hell in the world, there is Elysium. Fang Zheng replied in the affirmative.

Liu Fangfang's heart trembled, and she immediately asked: "Abbot, I know that your Dharma is profound and your magical powers are vast, can you take me to see him......?" I just want to look at him again. ”

"If you see him in the truth, you can see him as long as you want. Fang Zheng looked back at Liu Fangfang with a smile.

Liu Fangfang looked at Fang Zheng, then at the old tree, slowly closed her eyes, thinking about the one in her heart. When she opened her eyes again, the temple was gone, and it was still the pier, but there was one more person on the pier, dressed in military uniform, with a tall look, a little shy in his spirit, and his face was flushed, but he didn't dare to take a step forward.

"You...... Are you back?" Liu Fangfang didn't pounce on, nor did she cry, but stood there quietly watching, smiling quietly.

"Hmm. Yu Guanghua nodded.

"I know you're not him, but I'm happy. Liu Fangfang said with a smile.

A white-clothed monk walked out behind Yu Guanghua, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the donor is wrong, he is him." ”

"Impossible, he went to the front and never came back. Liu Fangfang said.

"He never left, he was always in your heart. This is him, found out from your heart by the poor monk, he has always existed, has been protecting you, and has been smiling at you. It's just that you don't look at him. When Fang Zheng said this, he looked into the distance and said, "The Bodhi Tree should have died, but the wishes of all beings made him live." Yu Guanghua may have died, but he lives in your heart because of your thoughts. His life and death do not lie in the poor monk, but in you. ”

After speaking, Fang Zheng waved his hand and returned to the temple again.

This time, Fang Zheng didn't say anything, waved his sleeves, and walked into the backyard, but the voice came: "Donor, the poor monk has said everything he should say, and the person you want to see has also seen it." Life and death are impermanent, eternal life is in the heart, everything is changing, and the heart is eternal. There is hell in my heart, and there is also a spiritual mountain, where to go, only the heart. ”