The north wind is howling, and the frost is cold and snowy.

Heavy snow fell one after another, and when it was blown by this north wind, it blew out a snow all over the world!

It's another cold winter, and another heavy snow that has not been seen in many years, and at this moment, there is only one color left between heaven and earth: cold!

In the wilderness, the snow is especially cold.

The howling of the cold wind is like the roar of a beast, blowing on this vast land, so that the world has lost its voice since then, and all things have been silent since then.

The elephant is invisible, and the sound is loud!

But in the silent wilderness, there were bursts of Taoist songs, the sound of Taoist ballads was small, but it was far away, even the sound of heaven and earth could not cover it up, and it became the second voice between heaven and earth, and it was against the sound of heaven and earth.

"Everyone in the world knows that immortals are good, and immortality is infinitely wonderful, but I say that mortals are good, and they are free to be free. The fairy road was originally a single-plank bridge, and the world is Yangguan Road, you come to fight, he comes to rob, it's ridiculous to squeeze your head, it's ridiculous. As everyone knows, the drunken dream of red dust is the right way in the world, hehehe, everyone laughs at me: I'm not an idiot but too crazy!"

I saw a person from the east humming a Taoist song, wearing a white and gray Taoist robe accompanied by the wind and snow, with a slender figure, combing a Taoist bun, half black and half white, there is a wisp of gray in the middle, wandering into the form of a wreck, walking on the song, holding a wine bag in one hand, holding a flag in the other, the flag reads: 500 years in the past, 500 years in the future; One step three swaying, stumbling.

Covered in mud, it seems that I don't know how many times I have stumbled along the way, his face is flushed, and his body is full of alcohol, although this person has entered middle age, even if he is in a down-and-out shape, his face has a sense of vicissitudes, but he can still see that his bearing is extraordinary.

The Taoist dragged a Taoist robe and walked leisurely in the wind and snow, looking at the dim sky, he poured down a sip of spirits, and shouted at the flying snow: "What a heavy snow! What a murder without blood!"

Then he fell to the ground, with a sad look on his face, muttering to himself, not knowing what to say again, and after a while, he fell asleep soundly in this ice and snow, fearless of the cold and freezing dripping into ice, using the ground as a bed and the wind and snow as a quilt.

The cold wind howling is the sound of slaughter, instead of the heavens and the earth, the silence and emptiness are broken by this crazy Taoist, how can he be tolerated!

The cold within a radius of three hundred miles all gathered, slowly accumulating above the crazy Taoist, with the cold as the meaning, with the snow as the shape, and gradually formed a hundred-zhang snow beast, the snow beast stepped into the air, mixed with the wind and snow whistling, all the way to the sloppy Taoist, roaring and roaring, deafening, provoking the avalanche of the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and countless avalanches began to roll down from the mountains.

"Who is shouting? Is it Ah Xin of Jiuhua Pavilion, or Siniang who is drunk with the spring breeze?" The crazy Taoist didn't pay attention, brushed his robe, and continued to sleep soundly.

"Why is your voice so loud, don't you know that the most important thing in being a man is to be reasonable?

Seeing that the Dao man was unmoved, the snow beast jumped down, crushed the sloppy Dao man under his feet, and spewed out countless flying snow in an instant, intending to freeze the Dao man into ice and turn it into a part of the icy and snowy land.

The earth shook and the mountains shook, and seeing that this Dao person was about to be buried alive by the snow, the Dao felt the abnormal movement, and when his eyes opened, he saw that the monstrous snow beast was roaring at himself with its huge mouth open.

"I'll just say that Ah Si Niang's tone is not so fishy, it turns out that you are a beast disturbing my dreams, and you won't let me disperse, pro. ”

The mad Taoist shouted in a low voice, and the sound was even more powerful than the sound of the snow beast, and at once the body of the hundred-foot high snow beast was scattered, turning into countless snowflakes, floating all over the sky, and the snow-capped mountains also stopped collapsing under this low shout, and the snow returned to the top of the mountain, as if the earth-shattering avalanche had not happened before.

Once you drink the wind and snow, it's gone!

"I said a long time ago that it's useless to have a loud voice, you still have to be reasonable. The wind was light and the clouds were light, and the crazy Taoist dusted off the wind and snow on his body and continued to walk west.

Before I went far, I found that there was a teahouse in this sparsely populated mountain, this teahouse was born abruptly, as if it was made out of nothing, wafting out bursts of tea fragrance, refreshing people's hearts, the tea fragrance overflowed, I don't know how many miles floated out, the chill between heaven and earth was dispelled a lot by this tea fragrance.

The tea house is dilapidated and simple, but a tent is simply erected, in which three or two round tables are placed, four or five square stools, and a flagpole stands in front of the door with the book: The four are empty, sit for a moment and have no distinction between you and me;

There is only an old man in the teahouse to cook tea in front of the stove, the old man is already full of flowers, time is like a knife on his face carved wantonly, leaving traces of the years, if it is not for the eyes from time to time to exude a fine light, looking at the tea soup in the furnace, others are afraid that the old man has been sitting in this snowstorm.

At this moment, the old man sat in front of the stove, gently shook the fan, fanned the wind and lit the fire, his movements were calm but not disproportionate, grasping the fire, only a piece of green wood burned in the fire, and there was only a green leaf in the furnace, floating in the water.

The fire in the furnace is getting stronger and stronger, and the wind and snow outside the tea house are getting stronger and stronger.

The mad Taoist slowly walked outside the teahouse, glanced at the couplet outside the teahouse, stopped, pondered, and at this moment, the old man's words came from the teahouse: "Daoist, why don't you come in and drink a cup of hot tea, talk about three or two truths, and drive away the cold on your body." ”

"Okay" The Taoist glanced sideways at the couplet on the flagpole, strode into the teahouse, sat casually, and asked the old man, "Is there any wine?"

"Nope. ”

"Is there meat?"

"No, there isn't. ”

"And what do you have here?"

"A cup of turbid tea. ”

At this time, the green wood in the fire had burned out a third, and the tea soup in the furnace was slightly sound, and the water was already boiling, the old man took out three tea bowls, made a bowl of tea and brought it to the crazy Taoist.

The crazy Taoist looked at the tea soup in front of him, didn't take it for a long time, and silently calculated in his heart.

"Wine can be intoxicating, tea can awaken the mind, the Taoist pushes tea and asks for wine, I don't know what the picture is?"

"Haha, it's ridiculous that the world is ignorant, drinking and wanting to get a dream, and being poor but getting drunk just wants to be confused. ”

"Oh, isn't the Taoist confused enough? Heaven and earth are yellow, the universe is desolate, the cold comes and goes, the autumn harvest and winter hide, the Taoist likes to be reasonable, how can he not understand the reason, but he is still running back and forth on this avenue on a cold day?"

"Just because the poor road is idle and occasionally gets a hexagram, seeking to get the shock and the next Lei Ze to return to the sister hexagram, there is a disaster and a blame, there is no beginning and no end, the poor road wants to come out to see what is going on, and find a whole time. ”

"Anyway, always, Daoist, there's something that has been bothering the old man for a long, long time, I wonder if the elder can solve my confusion?"

"Oh, what's the matter, but it doesn't hurt to say it. ”

"Dare to ask Dao Chief, on this road to heaven, under the path of reincarnation, who is innocent? Who can be innocent?"

As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and it immediately messed up the mind of the crazy Taoist, and the fingers in his hand were even more hexagram-shaped, and after half a ring, he laughed and said: "It turned out to be you old boy!"

Looking at the old man's old face, the crazy Taoist's face gradually returned to normal, and he smiled and said, "I didn't expect that you, an old boy, would be old?"

"If there is love in the sky, and the sky is old, that person will die, why won't I get old?"

The old man pushed the tea soup in front of the madman again.

The mad Taoist did not refuse this time, smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, took it with one hand, picked up the tea bowl, sniffed the fragrance of tea, stared at the old man with his eyes, and said slowly: "With you making tea for me, I think this tea is more intoxicating and more murderous than wine." ”

"The old man's blood is exhausted, and he can't hear the word murder, and now he is just waiting for the old people on the edge of the wilderness, making them a cup of turbid tea and drinking a cup together. The old man continued to control the heat, looked at the tea soup and said to himself, at this time the water was already boiling, and the old man made a second bowl of tea.

The crazy Taoist looked at the tea soup carefully: "The water in the sky, the wood in the ground, the leaves in the world, plus you brewed tea with your own hands, am I mistaken?"

"What do you remember wrong?"

"If you're mistaken, you never ask for help. ”

The old man smiled dumbly: "Since you already knew before but still took this cup of tea, you agreed." ”

The crazy Taoist shook his head and smiled: "I'm just curious, who do you leave this third bowl of tea to? There are only six people in this world who can help you, one can't ask for it, one can't see through it, one can't wake up from a dream, one is not obsessed, and one can't let go, as for this last one...... He had been dead for years. ”

"Dao Yan is still that Dao Yan, he knows everything in an instant!"

The mad Taoist continued: "And besides me, among the four people who can help you, one does not want to come, and two others cannot come, and only one and a half can come, am I right?"

The old man continued to make tea, silent, as if he was caught by this person's words.

The mad Taoist sighed, put the tea bowl back on the table, turned around and wanted to leave, "Since there is no wine to drink here, then I should look elsewhere for wine." ”

Just when the crazy Taoist had already stepped out of the tea house, the old man in front of the stove suddenly put down the pu fan, looked at the tea leaves in the stove and said softly: "Dao Yan, do you know that even you will make a mistake!"

"The person who miscalculated me is dead!" the mad Taoist stopped when he heard these two words, and most of his face disappeared unruly, as if these two words reminded him of a past.

"Do you dare to gamble with me?" the old man asked.

"Bet on what?"

As soon as he heard the word gambling, the crazy Taoist suddenly became interested.

"In your opinion, how many people will come next?"

The corners of the crazy Taoist's mouth rose, and he said without thinking: "Three people." ”

"Okay, then it's limited to the third cup of tea, if it's not three people who come, you have to do one thing for me, if it's three people, then what if you drink this tea. ”

"Why are you so bothered, why do you need to gamble knowing that you are losing?"

"Because I can't lose anymore. ”

The crazy Taoist looked at the old man's already old face, sat back in front of the old man, and said, "Okay, the poor Dao will wait for a result with you." ”

Outside the tea house, the wind and snow are getting heavier, the sky is getting darker and darker, and there is another person who is not afraid of the wind and snow from the west, and it turns out to be a young monk, standing in one hand, eighteen prayer beads in the other hand turning, his eyes are closed, his face can not see joy and sorrow, and the dim yellow monk's robe on his body has long been dyed white by the wind and snow.

The monk walked unusually slowly, and looking back at the footprints along the way, he realized that it was not one person, but two people.

I saw a wriggling under the monk's robe, and a little novice broke free from the wide monk's robe, and the young monk wanted to stop it, but after all, it was too late, and the first snow had already fallen on the little novice's robe.

The little novice is long and white, dressed in a small moon-white monk's robe, although he is young, he has begun to show his treasure, and his eyes are clear.

Little Shami is only eight or nine years old, and he still loves to see snow, looking at the white snow falling in the sky, he can't help but cheer, "Senior brother, senior brother, look, what a big snow!"

The young monk remained silent, just quietly watching the heavy snow between heaven and earth, but the gaze in the monk's eyes seemed to be colder than the snow.

The little monk stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake, quietly looked at the snowflake in his hand, and was stunned for a while, so he settled down in the wind and snow.

The snow was still falling, and the young monk on the side propped up his monk's robe to shield the little novice from the wind and snow, so as not to let a trace of wind and snow fall on the little monk's body again.

I don't know how long it took, the little monk's smile slowly disappeared, and gradually turned into a sad appearance, closed his eyes, and said to himself: "Yes, it's a big snow, Ruixue is a good year, and it has to look like a year, but I don't know how many creatures can't survive this winter, and suffer from snow and cold." ”

When the young monk heard this, he opened his eyes and said slowly: "In the world, in love, people live and die alone, go and come alone, they should do the most fun, the land of bitterness and happiness, and the body deserves it, and there is no substitute. Human beings are born to suffer, to cry when they are born, to cry when they die, to cry bitterly, to cry bitterly, to cry for death, to cry for parting, to cry for everything they ask for, this is their cause and effect, and only when they have cultivated the right results can they be liberated. ”

"Senior brother, if sentient beings can't get the right result, can there be other ways to liberate themselves?"

"There is no other way, and you can't solve this suffering unless you get the Tao. ”

After hearing the silence for a while, the little novice slowly opened his eyes and said, "What if I am willing to bear the fruit for them and remove their suffering?"

"If that's the case, you'll regret it!"

"No complaints, no regrets. ”

"Even if you fall into the Infernal Hell, there will never be a day?"

"Even if you fall into the Infernal Hell, there will never be a day!"

One word at a time, no regrets!

The young monk, who had always had no joy or sorrow on his face, showed his anger and took out a ring ruler with nine blood-colored marks on it, and was about to hit the little novice on the head.

The little novice did not dodge, but spread out his palm and faced the young monk, but before the ruler fell, a tear already flowed from the corner of his eye.

A faint voice came out of the mouth of the novice again.

"Senior brother, this snow ...... He's dead. ”

I saw that the palm of the little novice was empty, and the snowflake from before had dissipated.

For a moment, the four sides stood still, and the ruler finally stopped three feet above the head of the little novice.

The young monk looked at the eyes of the little novice, but finally put away the ring ruler, sighed lightly, frowned slightly, and his eyes flashed for a moment with unbearability, reluctance, and unwillingness.

Then he bent down, wiped away the tears for the little novice, regained his expression of joy and sorrow, and said, "It's time for us to go back?"

"Why?"

"I brought you out to do asceticism, just to let you see the appearance of sentient beings, gain a bodhisattva heart, and understand the true meaning of the scriptures, but now that you have no scriptures to read, no Zen to participate in, it is time to teach you the method of removing the suffering of sentient beings. ”

The young monk saw clearly, this little novice was not a bystander in his eyes, it was clearly compassion, and it was clearly compassion.

Reciting thousands of volumes of scriptures, but asking for mercy in the heart, the person who wrote the scriptures may not have compassion in his heart, but now that the little novice has compassion in his eyes, what do you do with him?

"Great monk, why do you have to leave in such a hurry and not come in for a cup of hot tea?" In the tea house, the crazy Taoist shook the tea bowl at the young monk, and the fragrance of tea in the bowl naturally drifted to the young monk.

"Senior brother, this tea is so fragrant, let's drink a bowl and go." The little novice smelled the fragrance of the tea, and the wind and snow were cold, so he naturally wanted to go in and drink a bowl to warm his body.

The young monk glanced at the mad Taoist, nodded, and sat down with the little monk in the teahouse.

Seeing the young monk enter the teahouse, the crazy Taoist seemed to see an acquaintance, and stepped forward and said: "There is only one kind of person who is still running outside in such a cold cold, and the person who earns his life for himself, isn't it the great monk who also believes in his fate? ”

When the young monk heard this, he paused, looked sideways, and said, "Who is with you? You go from east to west, talking nonsense; I come from west to east, enlightening the world, the same road is different, after all, it is a stranger." ”

With that, he sat down in front of the old man with the little novice.

The old man immediately put the second bowl of tea he had just brewed in front of the little novice, who sniffed the tea and couldn't help but praise: "What a mellow tea, old donor, what is the name of this tea?"

"Taste all the flavors of the world, only then do you know the taste of the world, my tea is called the taste of the world, but I don't know what kind of taste you can drink now?" The old man looked at the little novice with a smile on his face.

"What is the taste of the world?" the little novice listened to and hurriedly drank half a bowl of tea.

Half a bowl of tea in the stomach, "Huh, this tea is bitter." Little Shami exclaimed.

"Little Master, you are much better than your senior brother, no matter how good the tea is, I am afraid that he can only drink the taste of water. The crazy Taoist on the side said leisurely.

The young monk ignored the mad Taoist and drank the remaining half bowl of tea.

The crazy Taoist watched the young monk drink all the remaining half bowls of tea from the little monk, and quipped: "It is said that the bodhisattva is afraid of the cause, and all beings are afraid of the consequences, but I think you are fearless." ”

The young monk said slowly: "A bodhisattva is a bodhisattva, sentient beings are sentient beings, and I am the only one in the world who is like this, so I naturally have no fear. But my junior brother is really better than me, and he is three points better than you, and he can still drink the taste of this tea, while you and I can't. ”

"Can't or don't want to?" the old man suddenly spoke aside, but no one in the teahouse answered.

The mad Taoist wanted to argue, but after listening to the old man's words, he closed his eyes, and the young monk also closed his eyes and turned the Buddhist beads in his hand.

Both of them seemed to be waiting for something.

The whole teahouse was suddenly quiet and terrible, and the little novice was affected by this atmosphere, and also settled down, sitting on the side, reminiscing about the taste of tea.

The chariot and the horse Xiao Xiao.

The wind and snow outside the teahouse reached its peak, and it was not yet night, the sky was already dark, and there seemed to be a vicious beast crawling above the nine heavens, wantonly peeping at the small broken teahouse.

A bell broke the silence, and outside the teahouse, a carriage came out of nowhere, not a donkey cart.

It was a big black donkey, unusually strong, with well-defined muscles, and at this moment he walked outside the teahouse and stopped, Tatar pulled his eyes, looked very unenergetic, and kept chewing hay in his mouth.

A girl dressed in white jumped out of the donkey cart, this girl's bright eyes are good, ice muscles and jade bones, her complexion is whiter than this snow, and a smile in the corner of her eyes is even more cold, and the most eye-catching thing is a little cinnabar mole on the girl's forehead, which is the finishing touch.

"Okay, you little black, you know how to eat all day long, you can't pull a car well, and I won't give you food when I go back tonight. The girl patted the big black donkey and said.

The big black donkey seemed to understand people's words, and the donkey's face suddenly pulled the elder, and a few tears began to roll in his eyes.

The girl's heart softened and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I'll give you more food, after all, you have contributed a lot today." ”

The big black donkey was close to the demon, and suddenly returned to the listless appearance just now, chewing the grass in his mouth leisurely.

The girl was not angry when she saw it, but she was helpless.

"Li'er, don't come in yet. The old man called softly, his eyes full of love.

"Grandpa, there are so many people in the teahouse today, and I haven't seen anyone come to drink tea for a long time. ”

"Yes, there are a lot of people here today. The old man said.

At this time, the green wood in the fire had burned out, the water had boiled three times, and the old man finally made the last bowl of tea.

"Time, fate, and luck, it seems that you have failed to achieve your wish after all. The mad Taoist looked at the old man and said.

Now that the third bowl of tea has come out, the girl entered the tea house alone, which is exactly the number of three people, no more, no less, it is the old man who loses.

But a trace of loneliness flashed in the eyes of the crazy Taoist, yes, how could I lose? The person who could make me lose was already dead, turned to ashes, and there was nothing left.

And now that I am willing to wait in the tea house, isn't it just waiting for someone who makes me miscalculate?

After all, it didn't work out.

The crazy Taoist put down the tea bowl, stood up, and once again showed a free and easy appearance on his face, humming a ballad in his mouth while packing up his things, and preparing to leave: "Everyone in the world knows that immortals are good, and immortality and immortality are infinitely wonderful, but I say that mortals are good, and they are free to be free." The fairy road was originally a single-plank bridge, and the world is Yangguan Road, you come to fight, he comes to rob, it's ridiculous to squeeze your head, it's ridiculous. As everyone knows, the drunken dream of red dust is the right way in the world, and the right way in the world......"

The crazy Taoist was about to go out humming a song, but somehow, a young man in a green shirt jumped down from the donkey cart.

The young man walked into the teahouse on his own and passed by this crazy Taoist.

This young man's black hair is scattered behind his head, his body is thin, and looking at his clothes, it is hard to imagine how the young man is trudging in this icy and snowy day.

But if you look closely, you will find an extremely strange thing, the snow in the sky does not fall on the young man's body, even if the snow is like goose feathers at this moment, like a pour, there is not a single snowflake falling on the young man's body.

The young man is only eight or nine years old, with a clean face, which can be regarded as clear eyebrows, but those eyes are a little different.

See his god outside his eyes, and see his heart inside.

Looking at a person's eyes can see the true thoughts of the person's heart, and a person's truth and falsehood can be distinguished at a glance.

But the eyes of this young man are more like four people than a living person, not only lost his soul, but also seem to be ...... Lost heart.

The young man walked straight into the teahouse, looked at the third bowl of tea, picked it up, put it down, and drank it, but after drinking the tea for only three breaths, he couldn't afford to fall to the ground.

The girl named Li'er saw the boy fall to the ground, and immediately went to take care of it, and found that the boy was breathing evenly, and his pulse was calm and strong, so she sighed and said: "Ah Gong, this is a person I picked up on the way here, I saw him fall in the snow and rescued him to the donkey cart, but I forgot that there was such a person for a while." ”

When the old man saw the young man, he seemed to have known that the young man was back, and he was not surprised, so he pointed at the young man and said to the crazy Taoist: "Dao Yan, this is an innocent person. ”

The crazy Taoist looked at the young man's heart and shook suddenly, and he was busy calculating, but he didn't know that it was impossible to calculate!

Glancing at the girl on the side again, her face suddenly clouded and uncertain, she turned to look at the young monk and the little novice, and for a moment she knew in her heart: "What a bald donkey, I actually entered that world with him, I said, how can you drink this tea so happily!"

When the young monk heard this, his face was still blank, and he was silent and did not respond.

The old man on the side sneered: "When people are old, they can only bring back three leaves." ”

"It seems that it is really poor. The mad Taoist looked back at the tea in the bowl.

At this time, for some reason, after drinking half a bowl of tea soup, reminiscing about the taste of the tea, he became dizzy, his feet were unsteady, he stood up slowly, walked around the tea, as if he was drunk, wiped his eyes from time to time, and said, "Senior brother, the old donor and the Taoist chief, how have your appearances changed, how did this female benefactor become a lotus? And this donor, how can this benefactor ...... It's ...... like this."

The little novice walked up to the young man in the green shirt, and before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep like a young man.

The young monk walked to the side of the little novice, gently picked up the little novice, left the rosary in his hand on the table, then got up and left, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly looked back at the crazy Taoist: "Dao Yan, I am different from you, I believe in fate or not, why don't you let me fight?"

With that, there was a howl of wind, and he disappeared into the wind and snow with the little novice in his arms.

At this time, the crazy Taoist stood outside the teahouse, looking at himself who was already covered in wind and snow, and looked at the young man in the teahouse, shook his head and sighed: "That's it, I am no longer an innocent person. ”

He immediately walked back to the teahouse and drank the first cup of tea, but he sighed loudly: "Good wine!"

After drinking tea and throwing away the bowl, the crazy Taoist smiled lightly: "Involved in cause and effect, pulled fate, I want to see what you want me to do?"

I saw that the old man who was making tea was sitting precariously, put down the pu fan, raised his old face, looked around, slowly raised his right hand, pointed to the sky, his white hair scattered, and suddenly exuded momentum, so that this extremely dim sky suddenly clarified, his eyes looked at the crazy Taoist, and only after a long time did he spit out a sentence from his chapped lips: "I want you to fight for me again!"

Suddenly, the incomparably dim heaven and earth fell a thunderbolt, and the entire teahouse disappeared into the vast wind and snow.

......

"Shake, shake, shake to the Nai He Bridge, who is on the Nai He Bridge? A grandmother sells soup, and the two of them are snuggling up to each other. However, the bridge sighed helplessly, Sansheng Shibian regretted Sansheng, I don't know that my heart is rotten when I buy wood, it is easy to choose a brother, the water is in the intestines, what about my brother?

In the wind and snow, a group of three people hurried on a donkey cart.

The bell is clear, and the song is crisp.

The young man in the green shirt woke up slowly, and a girl in white was on one side, it was Li'er.

"Are you awake?"

"What's your name? Why did you fall in the snow? Why don't you speak, aren't you a dumb ?......?"

Li'er asked a series of questions, but the young man still didn't speak, just stared at the girl tightly, and his eyes were confused.

"It seems that you are not only a mute, but also a nerd. ”

"If you don't speak, I'll call you dumb. ”

The young man didn't know what he was thinking, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Huang Chen." ”

"I'm Bai Lian, Huang Chen, Huang Chen, this name, huh...... , I'll call you dumb. ”

"Dumb?"

"Yes, it's dumb. ”

The girl in the snow smiled slightly.