Beijing, western suburbs.

It is 30 kilometers away from the city.

There are people who say: there is Tan Zhe Temple in the west of Shenjing, Zhemu white fruit, green cypress and pine all have their spirits, and thousands of Buddhas are in the world, pouring hundreds of millions of troubles, and sighing endlessly for thousands of eight hundred years! Its greatness, mercy!

At this time, it is the end of spring, it is warm and cold, the mountain is very quiet, and the stone steps leading from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain are full of dead leaves that have fallen for the sake of new shoots, and the footsteps make a very crisp and subtle sound.

Go up along the stone steps, close to the top of the mountain, the mountain behind the Tanzhe Temple, there is a boxy gray brick courtyard, the location is very hidden, it is located in a verdant cypress, a few steps forward, the courtyard door is closed, the door is tied to a pair of beast head copper rings, and then up, it is a piece of gilt plaque that has been washed by wind and rain several times, the traces are mottled, the dark red lacquer surface, and the four big characters are neatly written on it with seal calligraphy.

Wenyang Zen Temple.

Huo Hui stood in front of the door of the Zen Temple, looked up at the plaque, and after a while, he reached out and knocked lightly.

There were three knocks, but no one came, so she stood still and knocked three more times.

After a while, the door finally opened.

First of all, he left a gap in the passage, revealing the face of a young monk, who was not very old, about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a gray-blue monk's robe, and caught a glimpse of a man standing outside, and he gave a salute with one hand.

"Donor, Tanzhe Temple is three miles back to you, here is the place of Qing cultivation, not for pilgrims to visit."

When the young monk finished speaking, he closed the door.

"Master, I'm not going to Tanzhe Temple."

The monk's hand closed the door and stopped.

Huo Hui was still standing outside the door, clasped his hands together, and respectfully returned the salute: "May I ask if Master Huineng still lives here now?" ”

When she folded her hands, she revealed a sandalwood bracelet on her wrist, and the monk asked, "Are the donors and the master old acquaintances?" ”

In the early years of this Wenyang Zen Temple, it was the royal temple of the Eight Classics, in the Kangxi period to the abbot of Tanzhe Temple, Zhi'an Lawyer, to give lectures and visit friends, never open to the outside world, nor do they accept tourists to visit, most of the people who come to visit are either rich or expensive, and the people who can find here to accurately say the name of Master Huineng are even rarer, but I am afraid that they are the guests of this Zen Temple.

The little master opened the courtyard door on the right side and led outsiders in.

The courtyard is not big, across the threshold, there are monks who are sprinkling and sweeping the court, seeing that outsiders are coming, they don't look up, they just concentrate on doing their own things, the monks take Huo Hui through the main hall, salute with several senior brothers one by one, and stand in the wing room behind the main hall.

"Donor, wait a minute, I'll go in and ask what Master means."

Huo Hui nodded: "Okay." ”

But in a minute, the monk opened the door again and came out, making a gesture of invitation to Huo Hui.

The furnishings in the meditation room are the same as before, with carved beams and mahogany, blue and gray square door walls, a hard couch, a low table, two bright yellow futons, and a clay pot and two cups placed on the low table.

On the futon on the left, an old abbot in a gray robe is meditating, with a straight back and a straight sitting posture.

Hearing the sound of the door, the old abbot slowly opened his eyes and smiled kindly.

"Donor, don't come for three years, don't come unharmed."

"Do you remember me?"

The old abbot sighed, stretched out his hand and pointed to the futon opposite, motioning for someone to sit down. "You left me three years ago, and now when you come back, you know that your knot is unresolved."

The water in the clay pot was boiling, two teas, the old abbot picked up one of the cups and handed it over, and Huo Hui took it with his hand.

Those hands, with slender fingers, white and flawless, and distinct palm lines, are the top grade in palmistry.

Huo Hui took the teacup, but her mind was not on drinking tea, she looked at the old monk fixedly: "You told me three years ago that if you want to cross yourself, you must first cross others. ”

The old monk said slowly: "But in the end, I found out that it is difficult to cross others." ”

Huo Hui suddenly raised his eyes to look at the old monk, the old monk smiled detachedly, peaceful and gentle: "If you want to walk and watch the mountains, it is just to let you see more rivers and rivers, know that you are shallow, and ask you to calm down and recognize people, but to let you understand more of the good, beauty and evil in human nature, know the right and wrong in your heart, the road you take, and the people you know, itself is a kind of transformation for yourself." ”

Huo Hui was difficult to be convinced: "But that's a human life." ”

The old monk interrupted her without hesitation: "The most difficult thing in this world to calm down is unintentional mistakes. If you can't let go like this, it is also a kind of restraint for the dead. ”

Huo Hui was at a loss, buried his face deep in his hands, and his voice was hoarse: "Master, what should I do......

"Do what you're doing, do what you want to do. When the heart is knotted, the debt of iniquity is naturally repaid. ”

Huo Hui was silent, silently rubbing the teacup with his hand, his fingers along the rim of the cup, circle by circle, with infinite thoughts in his eyes.

Five years ago, when she first came here, she was followed by a young girl, although she had no faith in her heart, her eyes were still full of awe for the gods and Buddhas. Later, the man left her and walked away alone, leaving her to wander around in this small meditation monastery.

Ignorantly, she turned to the mountain behind the Zen monastery and met a teacher. When the master was a lost pilgrim, she pointed the direction with a smile, she didn't understand anything at that time, only remembered to obey the rules and not to cause trouble, so she timidly learned to salute the master, put her hands together, and the master glanced at it shallowly, and said:

"Girl, your palmistry, you think too much, and it's easy to mess up."

She was pleasantly surprised and a little more pious, and wanted to ask the old monk again, but the other party seemed to see through her mind and still smiled at Cen Cen.

"The eyes are full of heart, and I am afraid that there is no root."

She was completely convinced by the old monk and slowly lowered her head.

has no father and no mother, and after ten years, isn't it destined to have no roots.

"What else do you see?" At that time, she was young, like a naughty child, following the old monk, and she only wanted to get more enlightenment from him.

"The donor is young, he is dissatisfied with three points of work, and he has to think twice before acting, don't be rash and fear the lives of others."

"What do you mean?"

"The kindness of parents, the righteousness of friends."

"I have no father and no mother."

"Everything in the world has the grace of parents, how can you not have it?"

She was annoyed and didn't answer, and the two walked all the way to the main hall of the Zen Temple, her eyes lit up, and she pointed to the person in the distance and asked crisply: "What about marriage?" ”

The old monk twisted a string of sandalwood beads in his hand, looked at the man not far away, and said: "If you don't belong, why force it, the future will be long, and the gains and losses are all providence." ”

The old monk gradually walked away, and she grimaced at him, thinking that it was a deep Taoism, but she was just a charlatan, and she just talked back and forth.

At that time, the spring was in full bloom, and he was young and frivolous.

Now it is a prophecy, and I regret not being at the beginning.

The bell rang outside the meditation room, the tea was cool, and Huo Hui got up to say goodbye.

She got up to open the door, and the old monk's voice sounded behind her again.

"When you go, you want to break off the relationship with right and wrong, and when you return, it means that you have not broken off with right and wrong, and what should come will always come. What should be put down, must also be put down. ”

Huo Hui turned his head and smiled, his expression was very similar to that of the naughty girl back then: "Master, you said that I had some wisdom roots, so why don't you leave me in this mountain and practice together." ”

The old monk smiled kindly and got up to see her off.

"It is easy to enter the mountain gate, just because the Buddhist door is opened for the laity. It is easy to get out of the mountain, just because the Buddha has a fate in the world. ”

The old monk shook off the robe on his body, and walked away with a calm square step: "Although you have Huigen, you have no relationship with me, let's go......"

…………

In mid-March, everything showed signs of warming.

Huo Hui came out of the Zen courtyard, and when the wind blew, he was still so cold that he shivered.

It was already early spring, she was still wearing an ankle-length black down jacket, wrapped herself tightly, a few strands of thick and dense long hair were blown up and scraped on her face, the sun was slanting in the west, and her thin shadow was pulled by the dark golden light, which made people more and more lonely.

She went down the mountain, stood halfway up the mountain, took out a lighter from the pocket of her down jacket, turned her back to the wind, and lit a cigarette for herself.

Huo Huisheng's whiteness, translucent whiteness, and beauty, especially those eyes, the eye sockets are very deep, the eyes are also big, the eyelashes are thick and black curly, her eyes will be empty when she thinks about things, her eyelashes tremble slightly, staring at a place, as if covered with a layer of mist, and when you want to take a closer look, the pair of black and white eyes are so childlike and clear.

She smoked quietly, tilted her head, and unconsciously turned the lighter in her hand, the lighter was a dark brown Valentino, some years old, it was an antique, there were many scratches, the cigarette was a good Su cigarette, alias soft gold sand, she took a hard puff, two full lips held the cigarette holder, and the light white smoke came out lightly, with her characteristic carelessness.

Thinking about what the old monk had said to herself, she stomped her cold hands and feet and touched the phone in her trouser pocket.

When I took it out, it was full of missed calls and messages.

She flicked half of her cigarette into the trash can next to her, and went down the hill while answering the phone, taking a big step and the phone was quickly connected.

There was a very crisp and pleasant female voice on the other end: "Where did you go?" I looked for you for a day. ”

"Up the mountain, just came down, the phone was on mute."

There was indeed a faint sound of wind in the earpiece, Tao Beibei drove the car, and simply asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?" Why don't I pick you up first, and then decide? ”

"You can eat anything." Coming down the mountain in a hurry, Huo Hui was a little panting, and a cloud of white cold air came out of her mouth. "You don't have to pick me up, I'll drive myself."

"!"

Tao Beibei's speaking habits have not changed at all, like a machine gun. "I haven't been back for three years, do you know what Beijing has changed, you! Come by car, I'm afraid you'll get lost before you even drive into the city. ”

"I can't really find me to use the navigation, just send me the address."

"Okay, that's it."

Just about to hang up the phone, Tao Beibei suddenly shouted to her on the other end: "Huo Hui!" ”

"Hey." Huo Hui responded, and quickly put the phone back to his ear: "What's wrong?" ”

After being silent for a long time, Tao Beibei's voice came from the earpiece: "I really miss you." ”

Huo Hui's nose was sour.

Damn, you're so sensational.

She added: "I thought you were never coming back, really, you don't know how happy we were." ”

After speaking, she probably felt that her words were a little sour, Tao Beibei smiled and quickly hung up the phone.

Huo Hui held his mobile phone, stunned in place for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he also hurried down the mountain.

Today on this mountain is indeed different from usual, a little too quiet, the silence is scary. When she came in the morning, she thought it was too early, and the tourists had not arrived, but she didn't expect that when she left, there was only a broken jeep and a black car in the parking lot.

Huo Hui opened the car door, curiosity, and glanced at the car.

The car is not listed, it is a very old red flag, and now there are few cars that can not be seen on the street, there are two people standing under the car, wearing a standard black coat, standing straight, and there are intercom headphones in their ears, looking around from time to time, the other party is keenly aware of Huo Hui's eyes, and glanced back at her.

This battle, including the look and posture that looked at her, Huo Hui was too familiar.

Seeing that Huo Hui's eyes were fixed on this for a long time, the other party was alert and walked towards this side, Huo Hui was stunned, and immediately retracted his head and climbed into the car and left.

Halfway through, Tao Beibei booked a restaurant and sent her a message, choosing Hongbin Building, a time-honored brand in the city, really like she said, in a few years, Beijing has become a little unrecognizable.

Countless ring roads, quietly rising skyscrapers, I don't know when the new landmarks of the city were erected, it was during the evening rush hour, Huo Hui drove his slightly cold car to squeeze at the traffic light post, and only then did he realize it later.

Myself, it's really back.