The air was filled with a disgusting smell, and I had to stand on tiptoe to cover my nose. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info The old monk didn't seem to see anything, didn't smell anything, and his face was as usual. The little monk was a little disgusted, not only did he not dodge, but also deliberately stepped on it with his feet.

No wonder they look so dirty, these two people really don't know what to say. I can't help the old monk, maybe for him, there is no difference between dirty and clean. The little monk is not disciplined at all, and it is estimated that it will be good to be beaten.

The road soon came to an end. There is a public toilet at the end, and the septic tank of the public toilet is facing the alley......

The septic tank has overflowed, and I have to say that its structure is very reasonable, the toilet is well built, and the contents of the tank can be discharged directly into the alley, but the other end is still clean.

"This must be deliberate, it's really unconscionable!" I already scolded.

The monk did not answer, but continued to walk with me until the main entrance of the public toilet.

"You can go in and have a look. The old monk said.

"Why should I go in?" I asked rhetorically. But as soon as I said that, I realized that I just wanted to go to the toilet. Did he anticipate it, or did he play a trick?

I hurried in and came out for a long time.

"Understood?" asked the monk.

I shook my head. "I don't understand, it's even weirder. The toilet is clean in the front and dirty in the back, the doorway is clean and the inside is dirty. ”

"Humanity, humanity! That's not what I'm supposed to tell you. The monk was about to leave, and I hurried to follow.

One alley leads to another, followed by countless alleys, light or dark, bustling or inaccessible......

Wandering around the mouth of the alley, it seems that there is an infinite world connected there, and the difference between heaven and hell is only one step away. Climb up the three steps, and the sewage can no longer climb up. The path is paved with stone slabs, clean and elegant, refreshing, sweeping away the previous gloom. When I walked out, my eyes suddenly opened up.

It's such a big pond, I really didn't expect there to be such a place in the city of Final Wind. With such a large area, it is a miracle that the building was not filled in. I followed the monk up to the embankment, the water was clear, and there were many swimming fish in it. The most amazing thing is that there are still lotus flowers that have not withered. Now in this season, it is estimated that only chrysanthemums can still be enjoyed, and there are lotus flowers here!

"It's an illusion, isn't it?" I said to the old monk. "Now in this season, the lotus roots in the mud have been dug out, and the time to eat the lotus pod has already passed, how can there be lotus flowers. ”

The old monk: "The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom." ”

I closed my eyes and tried to see the truth by feeling. Without psychics, I can only rely on feelings. "But it's not very high. Besides, this is a lotus flower and not a peach blossom. ”

Old monk: "Everything is vain, and seeing a lotus is a lotus." ”

Strange, isn't he a tantric monk? How can he talk like Zen? And the opening of the mouth is the words in the "Diamond Sutra". I have also read some Buddhist scriptures, but apart from the Diamond Sutra and the Heart Sutra, I can really remember not much. I don't know if this counts as "having a mouth but not a heart".

I had no intention of arguing with the monk, because I couldn't argue and I didn't know what he was trying to say. He wanted to tell me the plain truth, but I just thought that the situation was extremely complicated.

"The land in the city is incomparably precious, and every inch is money. Although Zhongfeng is a poor county, the land is not cheap. With such a location and such an area, the people who live here are either rich or expensive. Otherwise, it would not have been left like this. I sighed. Such a life must only belong to a small number of people, and the alleys where sewage flows are the norm in the world.

"You're wrong. The people here are poor, they work hard, but they don't earn half as much as the people in the sewage alleys. ”

I was surprised. "How can there be such a big difference?"

"It's home, but it's temporary. ”

I reacted immediately. "Stop! You're talking about the harm of the homeless, you don't dare to open it casually, it's easy to be taken advantage of. Although I agree with some of them, I can't say that. My surname is Du, and I have a classmate whose surname is Hua. Their surname is foreign, and the one surnamed Du took pity on them and took them in to live. When he became stronger, he drove the surname Du out. Now there are fights every year, and it is useless for the government to mediate. Although that branch of the surname Du has nothing to do with our family, it is still quite uncomfortable. Not to mention, the surname Hua built dams indiscriminately, and the river water flowed to them, and no other village could grow rice. Even all kinds of public facilities were mostly destroyed by them, after all, they didn't build them themselves, and they didn't feel distressed when other people's things were smashed. If it weren't for the fact that no one had farmed in the countryside in recent years, the surname Hua would have been killed long ago. Now 'Du Jiachong' does not have the surname Du, and they are clamoring all day long to change the name of the village to 'Huajiachong'.

Many out-of-towners are, or will be, like this. I don't know what to say. The land inhabited by our ancestors for generations has been cherished for generations, but it has been wantonly destroyed by outsiders. I know that feeling very well. But if others really suffer, can they really bear to sit idly by?

Now that the whole earth has become a village, where is home and where is not home? It is human nature to want to go to a better place and live a better life. Moreover, the locals do not all love their homes, and most of the outsiders seek to make a living for the construction of the city......"

The monk stroked the lotus flower and smiled at me. There seemed to be a deep meaning in that smile. But I didn't realize anything.

"You're not talking about the principles of cultivation. And people's hearts are unpredictable, so why do you say that there are several kinds of hearts? Turn back, come from the mouth of the alley, go back to the mouth of the alley. With that, the monk prepared to go back.

The stone pavement, the sewage path, the fresh scent of flowers, the rising stench, everything is in stark contrast, like light and darkness, hell and heaven. And this alley is both a connection and a distinction. I wandered on the edge of it all, trying to be a cold bystander.

The streets are wide, the traffic is endless, and the people are in a hurry. The noisy world made me feel a little uncomfortable, and this is probably another contrast. I feel like I've figured something out.

"What you see in front of you is the world of sampa, and the world in the alley is also the world of sampa. The monk sits here, not coming or going. How much do you understand?"

I was puzzled, as if I had gained something but couldn't grasp it, so I had to say, "I don't know what you want me to know? But there are countless sides to this world, and isn't it just the surface in the alley?"

The monk clasped his hands together and said, "The opportunity has not yet arrived, it is useless to talk more, you can go back." ”