The mountainside is circling, twisting and turning, and the rocks are towering and majestic. Above and below the mountain, there are dense green trees, and from the sparse foliage of the trees, it is a thick green in the near distance, and a pale black in the distance. And the rattans of this big tree are intertwined with each other, like a large net covered with layers, very much like the dark green seabed, and not a trace of sunlight can penetrate it.

Deep in the mountains and old forests, a monk sat on the ground and meditated on Zen. A few meters away, there was an unpleasant smell like salted fish. Lying beside him was a wooden staff with three forks and some simple bags.

The monk's face was no longer visible, only the eyes were slightly recognizable, and the messy hair and long beard were intertwined, blurring the boundaries and only a part of it was haphazardly coiled on the head. ** On the body, the skin is covered with black things, and the whole body is only surrounded by a strip of rotten cloth that can no longer see the color around the waist, which is full of dust.

"Is it really Changchuan?" Looking at him, he must have not bathed for a long time, and the smell was so bad that I had to cover my mouth and nose.

Bai Chen's expression did not change, he bowed respectfully, and said unhurriedly: "Master, in the next Bai Chen, the second two are friends in the next place, and today they are really helpless to offend Tang Abruptly." I hope that the master will have mercy and save the three of us, and I will be grateful in the future. ”

The monk ignored it, and as the minutes passed, the two sides confronted each other as if they had stood still. The wind blows through the fallen leaves, the spring water drips on the stones, and everything seems so quiet. The heart has no material desires, that is, the autumn sky and the sea; sitting on the piano book, it will become a stone room Danqiu.

One hour, two hours......

The night is thick, and the sunset finally can't withstand the wear and tear of time, falling down, and the mountain top swallows up the last afterglow. A long, dark night ensued.

I sat down by the fire and rubbed my hands together in the warmth of the burning. Every night, when the temperature in the mountains dropped rapidly, Bai Chen picked up a few thick trees and some twigs and lit a fire for me.

The night wind wanders in this darkness, cooling to the bone marrow. Not to mention that he was thinly dressed, Changchuan did not cover his body, and he did not eat or drink, and he sat in a posture for so long, and he looked worried.

"How long is he going to sit?" I took a breath and shook my head.

Ren Erqiu frost invades sideburns, I have never been an ascetic. Bai Chen's eyes were full of admiration and a hint of helplessness.

It's strange to say, in the past, Yi Kong was the most impatient one, but today he is so peaceful. See him sitting quietly under a large vine tree, his left leg bent, one hand on his lap, and the other hand rubbing the leaves. The cold moonlight sprinkled down, like a light veil over him.

He is quiet, a little more elegant than Bai Chen.

Looking back on this period of time, although Yi Kong said how hateful he was, he actually didn't necessarily hurt others. Sometimes, there is a faint hint of Buddha nature.

"Brother Bai, what does that poem mean?"

"Asceticism lies in this word of suffering. Lying on the nail bed, walking in the fire, refusing to eat and drink, all kinds of tempering, hoping for the right fruit, washing away iniquity, and getting out of the sea of suffering. ”

This remark is somewhat controversial.

The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically. If the body is a stinking skin, a vehicle for sin, then such torture can be said to be a spiritual relief.

Changchuan is so persistent, he must use this as a shortcut.

Nothing happened overnight.

Changchuan is still meditating and meditating, closing his eyes tightly and not hearing his ears. I, on the other hand, couldn't sit still, I don't know if he was strong-willed or pedantic.

"Master Changchuan, even if you are tempered in a thousand ways, I guess you will not attain the Dao. Seeing that he was unmoved, I continued: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. Master is suffering from such cultivation, how can he cultivate himself and correct the Dharma and attain Buddhahood?"

After speaking, Changchuan opened his eyes and moved slowly, perhaps because the long-term meditation made him numb. I thought he was moved by what I said, but I saw him clasp his hands together, lean over and kowtow, kneel in five steps, and buckle in ten steps.

In an instant, I don't know where I got the courage, I stopped in front of Changchuan and blocked the way.

"Donor, why are you persistent. Nagawa's voice was slightly hoarse and slightly slurred, as if he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time.

For a while, I didn't know how to answer.

At this time, Yi Kong took out a notebook out of nowhere, it should have been some years.

Changchuan looked dull and stunned as if he had been filled with lead. The hair blocked his face, and only those eyes showed surprise, and it wasn't until Yikong shoved the notebook into his hand that he slowly reacted.

"The sufferings of life, birth, old age, sickness and death, unwanted, resentful, love and parting. It's easier said than done. If you really concentrate on cultivating Buddhism, you will not be confused by half of the notes. ”

Yi Kong's three words caused Changchuan to shed tears, one turbid tear, two sorrows.

"Doing asceticism on the outer path, doing all kinds of unhelpful and extreme suffering because of self-attachment and greed for the happiness of the world, this is a lowly karma, not the Dharma, not the holy way. Bai Chen also said.

These two people are like singing a double reed, but it sounds quite reasonable. I saw Changchuan open the note with his dirty hands and read it carefully.

"Let's go. Yi Kong stretched and said.

"But Nagagawa ......"

"He's agreed, don't worry. Bai Chen replied, his fair face full of smiles.

I wondered, these two still tacitly started a dumb riddle. Some time ago, I didn't know what it was like, and no one paid attention to anyone. As the saying goes, breaking bones and connecting tendons, these two people have such a tacit understanding, they may have something to do.

The foot of Genting Mountain.

Small huts.

Changchuan faded away from the past, and the whole person was extremely refreshed, and the woman had been waiting for a long time, and seemed to have known that this trip would be successful.

In an instant, the mountains bloom all over the mountain, and the poplars spit green. The mud melts the swallow, and the bamboo newspaper has three branches. The spring is clear, and the fish jumps into the pool. The loess of the past is full of sky, the wind and sand are flying, and infinite vitality is revealed everywhere.

Before leaving, I asked Changchuan why he suddenly figured it out, and Changchuan only replied:

The golden mean, half red dust, half Buddhism.

Life doesn't matter about disputes, it will be empty in the end. The cycle of yin and yang, over and over again, there is nothing to stay, just be happy and relaxed.

This trip is quite insightful, watching Yikong pour Changchuan water with immortal peach seeds, my heart is also a little more stable.

Yi Kong was dressed in a red dress today, with dark cloud sleeves, and his long dark black hair did not fall down his shoulders, but was tied with a crown, which added to his spirit.

"Today, you've changed your appearance. "Yikong is a head taller than me, and he has to lean his neck to look at him.

Yi Kong smiled faintly and said, "That's not it, but how can you have such a good attitude today." ”

"I'm so grateful. Actually, I want to know, where did you get that notebook, and how do you know how to convince Nagagawa?"

"How can I have such a great ability to preach, before leaving, the thatched hut woman handed me the notebook, only saying that Changchuan will understand when he sees the contents inside. ”

It suddenly dawned on me that what I saw that day was this notebook. It's just that what is written in this note that can make such a stubborn person lose his way?

End of chapter.