"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info relics, color is not different from empty, empty is not different color, color is empty, empty is color......" The little monk quietly chanted in the room.

Forgetting to wander over, looking at the figure of the little monk who was seriously participating in Zen, his eyes flashed with pity.

"Zhan Yi, how is the Buddhist scripture reciting?" Many years have passed, and Forget Yu is no longer the immature child, but now he has an old complexion, a long white beard, and looks quite immortal.

Zhan Yi smiled back and bowed: "The abbot is here, and the disciple happens to have an unknown place." ”

Forgot to be stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and said, "You come to listen." ”

"There is a saying in Prajnaparamita that overcomes all suffering, but there are thousands of thorns in time, and there is another saying: Life in the world is like being in the midst of thorns, the heart does not move, people do not move, and if they do not move, they do not hurt. ”

"If the heart moves, people move recklessly, hurt their bodies and hurt their bones, and then experience all kinds of pain in the world. ”

Zhan Yi's eyes were confused, but at the age of eleven or twelve, he looked quite smart and smart: "Then isn't this a conflict?"

Forgetting to speak for a long time, the past was as vivid as he remembered, making him close his eyes and sigh.

Can't put it down......

After so many years, no one has forgotten that person.

Zhan Yi frowned, his small body was dressed in a Taoist robe, and he looked very cute: "Abbot...... What are you thinking?"

Forgetting to come back to his senses, he smiled lightly: "There is no way that the old man has not answered you." ”

Zhan Yi wrinkled his face when he heard this: "Isn't Zhan Yi unbreakable all the time?"

Forget Yu shook his head and touched Zhanyi's head: "Although Lao Wei can't give you an answer, you can ask someone." ”

Zhan Yiyi's eyes lit up when he heard it: "Who is it?"

"Your uncle, a high monk. Forget to slowly lower her eyes, a hint of complexity flashed in her eyes.

"Ahh

Forget nodded and pointed to the west side of the chanting hall: "He's in the wing room there, you can go!"

"Oh yes. Zhan Yi ran out briskly, and halfway through the run, he remembered that he had not yet said goodbye to Forgotten Words, and looked back with a sly smile.

Forgetting to shake his head, he held his bodhicitta in his hand: "Amitabha." ”

This child has a bright heart, just like her.

I hope that in the last moment, I can give you some comfort.

Zhan Yi cautiously entered the West Chamber, but could not find anyone left and right, and the corners were overgrown with weeds, like a place that had been abandoned for a long time.

However, the central place was clean and dust-free, and I looked up.

A tree that grows extremely luxuriantly and bushily with small red fruits on top of it.

He didn't know what it was, but the tree was beautiful, with countless red fruits in the green leaves.

"Isn't it beautiful?" The clear voice behind him made Zhan Yi turn his head sharply, looking at the picturesque person, completely losing his voice.

The man's face is handsome, his face is like a carving, his facial features are distinct, his black eyebrows are light, his eyebrows are elegant, and his face is like a painting.

A pair of dark eyes are like a thin veil, bright and gorgeous, but clearly with a rich depth, dizzying and fascinating, immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.

Zhanyi's gaze touched those eyes, and he quickly lowered his head.

Shiyi smiled lightly: "Why don't you answer me?"

"Are you the Zhan Yi God and Buddha?" asked Zhan Yi with his hands clenched and plucked up his courage.

It is said that the lonely one is the senior brother who forgets to speak, his uncle, but his appearance has not changed for many years, as before.

And the master is already old......

"If you think I am, I am, and if you think no, I am not. Silence's eyes fell on the acacia tree, and his eyebrows and eyes were boundless.

"Do you know what this tree is called?" Silent raised his hand, his fingertips were slender, and he didn't look like an old man at all.

"Zhan Yi doesn't know. Zhan Yi shook his head.

"Acacia. Silence lowered his eyes and smiled lightly: "It's called Acacia." ”

"It's such a beautiful tree, but it's sad to look at. Zhanyi's gaze also fell on the acacia tree, frowning.

"Probably influenced by me!" "The tree is also aura, and after following me for a long time, I probably miss its owner!"

The slanting sun shines through the leaves, dappling the shadows of the trees.

Silent didn't want to talk more, and asked softly, "You came here to find me something?"

Forget nodded and asked his question.

But when he raised his eyes again and looked at Lonely One, he found that the other party's face was stunned, as if he had fallen into a memory.

Zhan Yi stretched out his hand and grabbed his robe and tugged at it: "Uncle Shi~"

Silent and stunned, looking at the position of the corner of the clothes, and the familiar technique, suddenly burst into tears.

Zhan Yi's eyes were round, and he was very surprised: "Is it ...... Zhan Yi asked what he shouldn't have asked. ”

"It is the Buddha who speaks of all suffering, and all the words that follow are those who struggle in the ups and downs of the world. Silence felt a heart clenched by something in an instant: "So, you understand." ”

"Why is Uncle Shi crying?" Zhan Yi nodded and told Lin Yi to understand.

Because the master suddenly remembered that Buddhas are also human beings, and they also have sad things. Shirichi smiled softly.

Why did the uncle suddenly laugh again? ”

"Because ......" Shanyi didn't open his mouth after all, and his eyes fell on the acacia tree again: "Zhanyi, can you promise Uncle Shi a thing?"

Zhan nodded, his face full of seriousness: "Uncle Shi said yes." ”

"When I pass away, you take care of this acacia tree for me. ”

Zhan Yi always felt that there was a story in this, but he didn't dare to ask: "Yes, Zhan Yi knows." ”

"And the white porcelain vase in my room, after I passed away, you cremated me, put my ashes in it, and buried it under this acacia tree. ”

The voice of the silent one was ethereal, and the wind blew lightly, raising his robe, revealing the tinkling of red bells.

Zhan Yi suddenly felt an indescribable sadness: "Why is Uncle Shi so sad. ”

"Zen ignorance and worldly feelings, she only wants to be by my side, the Buddha said that the five aggregates and six poisons are delusional, and the cause and effect are all obstacles. ”

Silence laughed slowly, but there were tears in his eyes, falling from the corners of his eyes, dripping into the corners of his clothes and disappearing.

But those rules and precepts, those meditation practices, he can't bear to go against the master's long-cherished wishes, and he doesn't dare to confront those people who are terrible and the world.

So she was far away in front of him for many years, and the temperature of her fingers became colder and colder.

The world has the law of both, and it lives up to its promise.

Zhan Yi pursed his lips: "Who is Uncle Shi waiting for?"

Such a detached sorrow, is it not that man......

Silence slowly opened his eyes, and touched the red bell on his fingertips: "I didn't wait for anyone, and no one will come." ”

"Because she's right here, I don't have to wait. ”

Where the old man goes, where to find.

Once in love, the two depended on each other.

When you come, the end of the world is boundless, and you will leave a trace of soul in time and space.

I'm going to find you after all......