Eight white doves flew in circles over the village. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Pigeon whistle is like the wind passing through the sky. Pedestrians look up sharply and are dazzled by the shining flight. They circled for half an hour, and then they fell, and the notes landed on the roof of a house, and they danced gently among the green tiles, like eight moving lotus flowers, and then they floated down in the middle of the courtyard like petals.

Even more beautiful than the white doves are their owners. When Bai Lian saw her little cuties flying back, she walked between them from the house and played with them with a smile. The white doves flew onto Bai Lian's shoulders and arms, and Bai Lian's long black hair also fluttered out.

Bailian has loved pigeons since she was a child, and since she was eight years old, her parents have raised pigeons for her. It started with one, and slowly became two and three. After graduating from high school, she wanted to go out to work, but her parents were not at ease and resolutely refused to let her go out, so she stayed in the village, stayed in the yard, and added a few more pigeons to raise to have fun and relieve her boredom. So Bai Lian usually doesn't go out much, unless there is something particularly prosperous in the village, Bai Lian takes her mother to the street. For example, whose family is holding a funeral, others look at how well the paper is made, how the suona is blown, and how the filial sons cry; But Bai Lian always stared at the coffin. She looked at the heavy, solemn, and frightening rectangular wooden box, and a sorrow heavier than the coffin arose in her heart: Why do people have to die? Why do the living have to cry to death? Why do dead people have to be buried in the ground? Why are there so many suffering and pitiful people? Why does it cost so much money to do a white thing? Why can't all the people in the world live the same rich, the same joy, the same happiness? Why can't the Western Elysium, as people say, be seen by the living? Every time she returned home after reading it, she hid in her bedroom, knelt down, and prayed silently. The portrait of Guanyin Bodhisattva on the wall is kind and kind-eyed, as if listening to her heart. Mom and Dad don't bother her, they think that it is good for their daughter to believe in Buddhism, not to cause trouble, and to worry about it, but they don't understand the great sorrow in the depths of their daughter's soul.

Bai Lian had not read a single book on Buddhism. She had seen Wanjin read all kinds of religious books, but she had never borrowed them because she didn't want to study them literally. There was a group of men and women in the village who believed in Buddhism, and she did not follow the chanting. She thought that it was enough for her to have a kind heart. She likes the Buddhist music of Guzheng the most, and once bought a cassette tape from the county seat, and came back to listen to it in the small tape recorder she bought when she was in high school, and she must play this music every time she burns incense and prays. She listened as she prayed, feeling her whole body and soul melt into the tranquil sound. Bai Lian also likes ancient poetry, there is a Tang poem and a Song poem on her bed, she likes Wang Wei and Li Qingzhao the most, of course, these two books are also borrowed from Wanjin.

She remembered the Book of the Flying Pigeon. At this time, she looked at the eight pigeons, and suddenly closed her eyes, as if a pigeon flew up, carrying the secret she wrote and flew to Wanjin's house, which was a sentence: Wanjin, let's get engaged! The sun shines on her face like a dream, and her smile is like the sunshine in a dream.

In broad daylight, she really had a dream, but it wasn't Wanjin who received the flying pigeon message. In the dream, the world became an ocean, and the flood on the earth was terrible, and the flood swept away the people and livestock, and the bitter cry was heartbreaking. She stood at the top of a high mountain and looked up at the sky, where a crack was opened, and the rain poured down. She got it. She had to soar into the thick clouds and plug the rift with her own hands. Even if she has to sacrifice herself, she must stop the human tragedy. As soon as she strained her arms, a pair of wings grew. She flapped her wings and flew. She flew under the rift and stretched out her hands to block the rain. Suddenly, several wyverns appeared, pounced on her, bitten her, spewed water and fire at her, and she had no choice but to fight to the death. Suddenly, her hair suddenly spread out, turning into countless fine, seamless arrows, blocking both the fire and the dragon's teeth and claws. As soon as she thought of the concrete sand in her mind, a large patch of concrete rushed from nothingness, blocking the gap. At this time, the rain stopped, the dragon disappeared, the sky cleared all of a sudden, and the flood on the earth disappeared in an instant.

As soon as she was excited, she realized that she was daydreaming, and fine sweat was oozing from her forehead. She was timid, but she was not afraid of such nightmares. She laughed, she thought the inexplicable dream was too ridiculous. She thought that maybe it was the sudden rainstorm at noon some time ago that had left a shadow on her.

Bai Lian touched the eight white pigeons one by one with her hands, and picked up one more and kissed them. She looked at the sky, and it was still blue; She looked at the earth, and it was still dry; She looked into the distance, and it was still green, and I don't know whose rooster crowed a few times.

She returned to her bedroom and stood in front of the statue of Guanyin, clasped her hands together and prayed silently. She lit three more sticks of incense, knelt down, and prayed. She actually heard her own prayer that was different from the past, and it was this prayer that came out: May my father, elders, and fellow villagers be safe and auspicious! May my fathers and fellow villagers be safe and auspicious! May my fathers and fellow villagers be safe and auspicious! And this voice is like the auspicious voice of Guanyin Bodhisattva in the TV series "Journey to the West".

Bai Lian raised her head in surprise and looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva, she never expected that the portrait of Guanyin Bodhisattva would be as real as it was, looking at her with a smile! The white lotus seems to have arrived in a dream again, and she is a flower bathed in the glory of the Bodhisattva, blessed by the Bodhisattva! The white lotus smelled bursts of strange fragrance permeating the room, just like the fragrance of lotus flowers.

Maybe it's still a dream, right? Bai Lian didn't think much about it. She took a bar of soap, a washboard, and went to the house of a blind old woman in the village to wash her clothes. Once a month, she has been doing it for three years, and her parents are happy about it.

Several young people are digging a pit in the courtyard of the blind old woman's house, they are digging treasures for the old woman's son, the only unfilial son who has become a family living at the entrance of the village and does not care whether the old woman lives or dies. The unfilial son heard from a fortune teller that there were gold and silver treasures under the old house, so he hired a few people from the village to dig them. Several people took shovels and pouted their heads and dug for more than two hours, digging a big pit in the west corner of the yard. While digging, people were stunned: sure enough, a large string of copper coins had been hooked out!

"Oops!" They exclaimed in unison.

As soon as Bai Lian stepped through the door, she was startled by their strange screams.