A cluster of flames rises. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The dark cave lit up a little in an instant, hitting people's faces, dark and inexplicable.

Her eyes were fixed on the center of the cavern, which turned out to be a tombstone.

As if she didn't feel the horror of this place at all, she took out a silk silk from her sleeve with a blank expression, half-squatted next to the tombstone, and carefully wiped the dust on it, as if this was the most important thing for her at the moment.

Outside, the tide crashed against the reef, the waves rolled up, the wind roared, and the whole mountain wall seemed to make a whimpering sound, some of which slipped through the thorns, and blew the girl's hair, making it even more petite.

The girl did not have a trace of expression on her face, no sadness, no joy, no anger and no resentment, holding the silk tightly and watching quietly like this, looking at ......

A big wave hit, and the clear sound of water sprinkled overwhelmingly on the mountain wall, and the spiritual power maintained a weak flame, which flickered for a moment and then was extinguished.

The girl's eyelashes moved, like a pale sculpture suddenly infused with a hint of life.

Moment.

In the darkness, a pure voice sounded slowly.

"The Buddha said, great compassion without tears, great enlightenment without words, laughter without sound. ”

"The Buddha said that all things that have a way of doing things are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such. ”

……

The girl's voice was subdued, but low and clear, as if she had memorized it by heart, whether it was the content or the tone, it seemed to have been.

"The Buddha said, "Those who come have nowhere to come and nowhere to go, so they are as they come." ”

"The Buddha Says ......"

Suddenly, the girl's body stiffened, her expression was stunned, as if she was choked by her throat, she couldn't speak, she was slightly hunched up, as if her heart was in pain, and her whole body trembled slightly, she supported the ground with one hand, and clenched her fist against her chest with the other hand, until a long time, she eased up, and her voice was dumb and imperceptible pathos.

"The Buddha said that life in the world is like being in a forest of thorns, if the heart does not move, people will not move, and if they do not move, they will not be hurt. She paused, as if she exhaled deeply, and said in a deep voice, "If the heart moves, people move recklessly, and they hurt their bodies and bones, so they experience all kinds of pain in the world." ”

The last four words were bitten very hard by her, and after these words, as if she had exhausted all her strength, the girl sat down on the ground and did not continue, her eyes were tightly closed, her slender and slightly curly eyelashes were a little wet, like ink splashing, she bit her whitened lips stubbornly, and her whole little face was bloodless, as if she was suffering pain that she could not bear......

Outside the cave, the wind whimpered and wept, and darkness seemed to envelop everything.

Here, it's just her, and nothing else.

There was no ancestor who expected her, no companion who cared for her or despised her, and no stranger who sneered or was indifferent to her.

At this moment, it seemed that she could suddenly unload everything she had been carrying since she woke up.

She doesn't have to endure all the grievances, endure all the unwillingness, and keep whipping herself rationally and calmly.

She doesn't have to pretend to be cold, she doesn't have to pretend that everything is on her mind.

She could.

Here, she can let herself go.

In the darkness of this single person, she would not feel afraid, she would not feel fear, she would only feel the peace of mind that she had rarely felt.

No matter how big the world is, this is the only place to have peace of mind.

It's ridiculous.

She smiled lightly and opened her eyes, there was still a vague mist in her eyes, but there was no trace of tears on her smooth and white face.

As if on the blank rice paper, dyed with ink, in the dark, the girl's originally stiff expression slowly, slowly, little by little, became vivid. She got up and sat next to the well-dressed mound, leaning lazily, like an ignorant child, leaning on her elders to be coquettish.

"Master Minghui. ”

The girl pursed her lips, her voice was coquettish and soft, "I haven't come to see you for more than ten years, have you almost forgotten me." ”

"Ruan Er is so close to here, there must be a good look at you, do you like him and don't like me anymore. The girl snorted coquettishly, a little resentful, "He has always liked to say those good things, don't let him fool you." He is not a good person, of course, that Jinrong is not a good person, I am dead, and he will not let me go with his poisonous mouth. ”

The girl's voice suddenly lowered, "Master Minghui, you said that if the heart does not move, people will not move, but in this mortal world, can feelings also be regarded as delusional?"

"Huh. The girl laughed to herself, "I'm afraid that in his eyes, I'm really delusional." How can an orphan girl be able to marry the An family of that famous family. ”

"But. The girl gritted her teeth and hated, "Obviously, he provoked me first, but in the end, he walked in style." ”

seemed to be full of grievances, the girl's voice softened inexplicably, and her voice was crying, "I let him go, he really left, and in the end I died of pain, and he didn't know one or two." ”

The girl couldn't help but sob, as if she had opened a valve, like a wronged child, holding this well-dressed mound and crying loudly, the voice was aggrieved and miserable, as if she wanted to vent the pain buried in the bone marrow that the girl in the prime of her life that day was still holding back when she was dying.

Outside, the tide ebbed and flowed, the wind whimpered, and the girl's cry resounded in the darkness.

Alas.

Like dew rolling over blades of grass, and like a breeze blowing across water.

A sigh, like a feather, sounded softly behind her.

"Liluoluo, it's really you. ”

The girl looked in a panic, only to see a man in red and black hair in the bright candle flame, looking at her, a pair of eyes, deep and shallow, full of too many emotions.

……

The west street of the deserted city is mostly inhabited by secular people.

The buildings are high, the bricks and red tiles are blue, the streets are lively, and people come and go.

Noisy, noisy, ordinary, and short-lived, it may be exactly what the land of cultivating immortals that is dedicated to the Tao does not exist.

"Zhang Xiaosi, why did you take two more buns!" a middle-aged man in front of the paver crossed his waist with one hand and pointed to the basket of steamed buns in front of him and scolded angrily.

"Uncle Wang, I'm hungry, hehe, this bun will be made up for you tomorrow!" The young man who had already run away turned around with a smile, holding the bun in his hand, and waved it in the air, so angry that he looked at the straight feet of the shop.

In the compartment on the second floor of the teahouse, he crossed the wood-carved window, supported his chin and looked at the farce below with a faint expression.

The man in red on the opposite side looked at her side face, and when he saw her like this, he sighed faintly. Simply narrowed his eyes, lifted the Ziyun pot that had been boiled and simmered on the charcoal stove on the side, washed the tea, boiled the cup, and then poured it into the tea cup in a smooth arc, and finally put the pot back on the tea tray.