There is such a mountain called Qingliang Mountain, which is ten thousand feet high, majestic and towering. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The mountain is far away from people, even the nearest town, it is a distance of one hundred and eighty miles, so not many people know about Qingliang Mountain, maybe when asked about the oldest hunter, he will have a vague impression after thinking about it.

So I didn't know that there was a cool view on Qingliang Mountain.

The Taoist temple is built in the middle of the mountainside, hidden in the deep mountains and old forests, facing the flying spring, the scenery is indeed pleasant. It's just that you can only see it if you walk through the layers of trees.

There is a narrow stone step path leading to Qingliangguan, winding and twisting, and I don't know how many bends it takes.

The stone steps pass by the flying spring, standing on the stone steps near the flying spring, you can see the majestic waterfall flowing straight down, smashing in the pool water and splashing misty water, sometimes the smoke and clouds are swirling, as if entering the fairyland.

Every morning, a young monk always comes here to fetch water. The bucket for water is the size of a person hugging each other, half a person high. The young monk brought two buckets and filled them with water at the same height as the buckets, no more and no less. When it was almost over, he lifted his left and right hands lightly, and then walked back to Qingliangguan on the stone steps.

The young monk walked faster and faster, and at first it was normal, but later the soles of his feet seemed to have wind. But it's still going step by step, but the steps can be opened, and this step down, two or three feet away, is like flying. However, the water in the bucket is safe and stable, not even a ripple, how high the bucket is, how high the water surface is, not a drop of splashing.

Qingliangguan was not close to Feiquan, and the road was winding, and there was a lot more distance, but in the monk's opinion, it didn't seem to be very far, because in the blink of an eye, he had already disappeared into the end of the path and disappeared into the layers of branches.

Qingliangguan is a dilapidated Taoist temple, in disrepair, with cracks spreading in many places on the wall, as if it is about to collapse with a gentle push of your hand. To say that the only thing to see is the plaque above the door, although it is also very shabby, but a few big characters are still obvious in the cool view, the pen is swimming in the dragon and snake, obviously not the average person can write, look closely, the ink has penetrated into the wooden plaque, and the surprise can be seen what kind of attainments the person who wrote a few words at the beginning.

Looking down, I saw that the entrance of the hollow and no door, compared with the handwriting on the plaque, was somewhat depressed, obviously extremely mismatched with each other, but together with the entire Taoist temple, I felt that it matched the tattered temperament very well.

The young monk rushed over at this time, hurriedly crossed the threshold, and entered the Taoist temple.

There is an old monk who sits in the Taoist temple drinking tea, with a dignified and peaceful appearance, and has the temperament of a monk.

When the young monk saw the old monk, he put down the bucket and saluted respectfully, "Master, I'm back." ”

The old monk glanced over and said, "Today is much faster than before. ”

The young monk is called Huiyuan.

Hui Yuan said respectfully: "Today's apprentice feels a little different, as if he has inexhaustible strength, so he can't help but speed up his steps. ”

The old monk pondered for a moment, as if he knew something, and nodded: "No wonder, no wonder." He continued: "Tomorrow you don't have to carry any more water." ”

Hui Yuan said: "Yes, master." ”

Pouring the water into the water tank and putting the bucket away, Hui Yuanfu came to the courtyard and came to the old monk's side, always feeling that something seemed to be missing, he thought about it, and finally knew why he felt wrong, so he asked, "Master, where is my uncle?"

When the old monk heard the word uncle, his hand drinking tea inadvertently trembled and trembled slightly, and he was in no mood to drink anything about this sip of tea, so he snorted coldly and put down the teacup and said, "Who knows where that cow's nose went." Then he muttered to himself, "I don't know if I came back early to play with me." ”

Sometimes a sentence can expose a person.

The old monk who looks like a monk is carved like this, where there was still half a point of the temperament of a monk.

It was the depths of winter, and the cold was pressing.

Under a withered tree, which looked a little old, sat an old man of the same age, with a fruit in his hand, looking at the young man sitting on the platform not far away.

The young man was dressed in thin clothes, and his knees were cross-legged and calm, like an old monk.

At this moment, the wind is quiet, the trees are quiet, but they are disturbed by the sound of an inopportune time.

The old man smiled and nibbled on the fruit, chewing loudly consciously or unconsciously, as if he was afraid that no one would know that he was eating, but there was no one but him and the young man.

Despite this, the young man sat steadily.

The old man couldn't help but praise and said, "Good concentration." “

In today's flashy world, it is indeed not easy to be like this.

The old man nibbled on the fruit and said, "What do you see now?"

Young people are silent.

The old man said: "Even if there is nothing without words, since there is nothing in front of you, it means that your heart is very quiet, and this is very good." He continued, "So what do you think of now?"

The young man still didn't speak.

The old man said: "Okay, no words is no thought, since you have no thought in your heart, it means that you have reached the realm." “

"Desirelessness and thoughtlessness is the highest state pursued by man, and when people reach this realm, they see that the flower is no longer a flower, and the tree is no longer a tree, and the mountain is not a mountain, but it is just a floating cloud in front of them, and they will disperse when they pass by. It's really rare that you can realize these things at a young age. “

The old man wanted to say something, but the young man slowly opened his eyes and said, "I remember that there used to be a chirping bird here, and it was chirping when I was practicing, and it was also chirping when I was resting, and it didn't stop calling for several hours. The young man looked at the tree the old man was leaning on: "Yes, the bird used to be on the tree you were leaning on." I saw that it was annoying, and grabbed the bird, plucked its feathers, and poked its eyes, but did not cut its throat, just to see the miserable screams it made when it was tortured. ”

The old man listened to it in his heart, and in a trance he had a feeling of uncertainty and unknownness, and he wanted to grasp it but couldn't grasp it, so he asked, "What do you want to say?"

The young man glanced at the old man, retracted his gaze, and said, "I just want to have a good rest." “

The old man saw the murderous intent from his fleeting glance, and felt tense all over, and immediately did not dare to speak more. He was very smart, and he also heard the young man's metaphorical threat to him: if you talk again, your fate will be the fate of the bird. The old man didn't want to be plucked and poked in the eyes, he still had a lot of fancy worlds to finish.

So his voice was low and low, and he muttered to himself: "Okay, you little conscienceless, I worked hard to teach you all kinds of skills, and I was really blind at the beginning." “

The young man's ears were smart: "How come I don't know that you have worked hard for me?"

The old man jumped to his feet, looking excited, but he still couldn't hide his sense of emptiness: "I, of course I'm very attentive to you, I vomit blood behind your back, you don't know." The more he spoke, the quieter his voice became, and finally he lost his momentum, looked at the gap carefully, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "I have lost several pounds." “

The young man laughed and scolded: "What a shameless old man." “

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