The smoke willow paints the bridge, and the wind curtain is green. Three autumn laurels, ten miles of lotus. The sound of the phoenix flute moved, and the light of the jade pot turned. The bead wheel is a car, drunk and noisy.

Changchuan saw such a scene, and he was pleasantly surprised. Secretly thought: I have only heard the fight between the world for a long time, and the wails are constant, but I didn't think that it was such a lively place, which was eye-opening. On the first day alone, I played all the food and drink, and I had long forgotten about the practice of becoming a Buddha. He thought that there was no happiest thing in the world than this.

On the second day, Changchuan stood on the street and looked at the end of the alley, at this time the sky was slightly exposed to the white of the fish belly, and the sun gradually rose, painted with a faint layer of vermilion. Hawkers around the street also began to get busy, tables and chairs collided, gossip, and birdsong broke the silence before dawn.

From silence to hustle and bustle, Changchuan suddenly remembered that this time he came to the world in order to break the crime through disasters and enter and exit the red dust, and it was only one day, and he couldn't withstand the temptation like this.

"Buns, buns, freshly out of the cage. ”

The strong aroma of oily meat stimulated Changchuan's sense of taste, and when he went to find it, there was an old man with a rickety figure and a gray beard, kneading the dough with one hand and controlling the firewood with the other, and selling it from time to time in his mouth.

"Childe, don't you have a mouthful of steamed buns, it's fragrant, you can't forget it after taking a bite and keeping it!" the old man looked at Changchuan and made a 'please' gesture.

Changchuan didn't refuse, thinking that after eating this meat bun, he would go back to Genting Mountain. Even though the world is prosperous, there are only a few places to play, and there is no interest in just one day.

"Uncle, how old have you lived?" Chang Chuan asked curiously, looking at the old man's hands that had been through vicissitudes like dead wood.

"I don't remember, how many years have I lived alone, I haven't counted the years. However, there is a 10,000-year-old tree at the east entrance of the city, and every Chinese New Year's Eve, I hang a red stripe on the tree. Later, I hung up a lot, and I couldn't count them. The old man replied, and placed the oily and fragrant meat bun in front of Changchuan.

"Then you have lived for a long time, although life is only a few decades, but this delicious food, rare entertainment, is not enough for such a long pastime. ”

At this time, two more guests came, drunk, staggered, and sat down with their chests hooked. The old man didn't care about agreeing to Changchuan, and supported the two, one on the left and one on the right, wearing an embroidered green robe and a silver hibiscus satin coat respectively, and the one who was slightly sober ordered the old man to make two bowls of sobering tea.

It's the first time I've seen people drunk, and I've only heard that wine is the first thing to cheer up, and drinking it can make people forget their troubles. I secretly tasted two bites yesterday, only to feel a bitterness, not to mention any pleasure.

Then he asked with interest: "Two eldest brothers, this wine is astringent, and it is so uncomfortable to enter the stomach, why do people in the world still use it as a good prescription?"

Hearing this, the drunken men all laughed, and when they had laughed enough, the man in the green robe replied: "Don't drink stuffy wine, don't drink stuffy wine, this fragrant car is matched with BMW, and good wine must be matched with beautiful women." ”

At the mention of the word 'beauty', the two looked at each other and laughed again, full of lustful meaning.

Changchuan no longer paid attention to the two of them, although he pretended to be decent, in fact, his heart was already churning all over the world. Gentle township, beautiful jade, red tent warm, who doesn't want to have someone to spend a good night with them.

The drunken man's words were like a pebble, causing ripples in the heart lake of Changchuan. He thought that since he had entered the WTO, he had to experience it well and finish this experience.

......

Speaking of this, the woman paused, picked up the teacup, and took a sip gently.

"As the saying goes, heroes are sad to pass the beauty pass, I think this Changchuan should have met a good fate. I guessed.

The woman put down the teacup and continued:

Xu has his own arrangement in the dark, and it is also destined by fate, Changchuan really met a woman. Although that woman is not a natural and unparalleled woman, she is also gentle and generous, Chu Chu is moving, quite beautiful, and only one side makes Changchuan's heart move. Similarly, when the woman saw that Changchuan was extraordinary, kind-hearted, it was love at first sight.

There were no unnecessary ups and downs, and the two agreed to get married under the old tree at the east entrance of the city and tie the knot. Changchuan understands in his heart that the things of ten thousand years have long been cultivated, and he is the same, how can he let a mortal preside over his wedding. And the old man who sold meat buns said that every year he hung a red stripe, but you have to see with your own eyes if it is as many as he said.

On that day, Changchuan led the woman to the east entrance of the city. Contrary to what I imagined, there is only one old tree here, with a tall trunk and a large crown, which has an eternal tranquility. However, there was no red stripe on the tree.

Isn't this old man a liar?

Although Changchuan had doubts in his heart, he didn't care so much. Under the witness of the old tree, the two of them became husband and wife, promising to never be separated for the rest of their lives. As the days passed, the two also gave birth to a daughter, named Yongqing. The family is harmonious and beautiful, and lives a carefree life.

But how can things be as good as they should be, although the couple lived peacefully in the past few years, but the years are not forgiving, the woman looks at her face that is getting older day by day, and her sorrow doubles. And Changchuan is still so high-spirited, and the years have no effect on him.

At first, the woman just thought: Xu is overworked in the past few years, and men are already older than women, and it will be fine in a few years. With such a mentality, several years have passed, compared to the prosperity of Changchuan, the woman is already old, and the leaves are thin and the flowers are crippled.

Changchuan is stupid, how can he not know his wife's thoughts, he really has more than enough heart but not enough strength, the two love each other and accommodate each other. And the woman looks at her old state every day and listens to the gossip of others, after all, she becomes depressed.

The concubine was not sorry for this increasingly ugly appearance, but worried about the few years left. The concubine died, no one admired the moon with the king, played the piano to the poems, only wished that in the next life, do not give birth to me as a human being, give me the method of eternal life, and accompany you to live forever. ”

After the woman finished speaking, she died.

......

The wind and sand blew away a layer of grass from the hut.

"How many infatuated lovers in the world can't die well. Bai Chen seemed to have a feeling.

"The story doesn't end there. ”

After the woman's death, Changchuan has been depressed since then, drunk every night, and wandering the world like a lonely ghost. One day, Changchuan met the old man who sold meat buns again.

"Childe, do you want a bun?"

When Changchuan saw the old man, he instantly sobered up, burped, and said inarticulately, "You bad old man, what do you say about the old tree in the east of the city, a red stripe every year, it's all nonsense." ”

The old man handed Changchuan a meat bun and said with a smile: "Dependent arising emptiness, the four major sufferings in the world: birth, old age, sickness and death, unwanted, resentful, and love and parting." Let's go to the east of the city. "When he said that, he continued to sell.

"Buns, buns!"

Changchuan's eyes were straight, staring at the meat bun in his hand tightly, as if he had thought of something, and ran all the way towards the old tree at the east entrance of the city.

The east entrance of the city, old trees, lush.

There was a bright red in front of him, and strips of red cloth hung on the tips.

Dependent origin and extinction eventually become empty, both in and out, are neither increased nor reduced, neither born nor destroyed, not dirty and impure.

After this day, Changchuan passed away and returned to Genting to foster eternal love at the foot of the mountain.

The Buddha said: The four are empty.

Although Changchuan devoted himself to cultivation day and night, he still did not attain enlightenment......

End of chapter.