Snowy night, before dawn. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At such a night and at such a time, there should have been no living creatures coming out, but in Liucheng, there were people who braved the wind and snow to go out of the city, and some people braved the wind and snow to enter the city.

Those who go out of the city, go north; Those who enter the city, go south.

In the wind and snow, two lines of lonely footprints finally came together.

Of course, it is strange for people to go out of the city and people to enter the city.

The person who went out of the city, wearing a patient's clothes, blue and white stripes, was very thin, but in contrast to the loose and thin hospital gown was the man's eyes, although the cold wind was cold, but his eyes were very bright, his hairstyle was very neat, and the pace of walking in the wind and snow was very brisk, like a patient who had met for the first time with a serious illness, full of joy.

And the oncoming person, even more strange, dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, the same thin, walking in the cold wind, the monk's robe swayed forward, the beige hat, covering the wind and snow, and the crutches in the hand, once and again on the snow-covered street, made a "knock, knock" muffled sound.

In fact, the snow on the ground is thick and should not make such a sound.

Therefore, every time the monk landed, it was very heavy, so heavy that it was directly pestled on the ground under the snow layer, like a blind man, for fear of stepping on the air in the next step.

The wind decreased, but the snow grew.

Two lonely people met on the street north of Liucheng and passed by.

In the snowstorm, both sides just glanced at each other, and then, when they crossed, the footprints passed side by side, like straight lines starting from two endpoints, and becoming two parallel lines after a certain point.

Maybe they are curious about each other, or they are puzzled by each other, but in the dark night full of wind and snow, they all choose to be silent.

The mountain does not return, the road does not turn, and in the blink of an eye, you are not seen.

Leave traces of people in the snow.

In Fengxue Willow City, when one person enters and one person goes out, there are two more pedestrian tracks.

One line is where to go, and one line is on the way to come.

The trail of the two lines of people is like a straight line of the other two, intersecting with the two lonely, parallel footprints.

The wind and snow were still blowing, and the monks saw the footprints, the mourners in the wind and snow, and a team to mourn the mourners themselves.

The sick people who went out of the city saw the same bereavement.

The monk looked at the mourning procession, bowed his head, straightened his eyebrows, and whispered: Amitabha!

When the patient saw the mourning procession, he tilted his head, smiled, and groaned: It turns out that there are people who are even crazier than me.

The two met the mourners almost at the same time, retreated in the wind and snow almost at the same time, and then turned their backs again and passed by.

The monk and the sick meet again.

After walking all the way through the wind and snow, their shoulders were covered with snow, but they returned to the far point.

The monk looked at the wind and snow, looked at the rows of footprints on the ground, folded his hands, and said, "The Buddha purifies all sentient beings, and the world should be a happy land everywhere." ”

The monk sits on the ground, such as the old monk entering the meditation, realizing the Zen machine and the wind and snow.

The patient turned his head to look around, the scenery was his own, and smiled: "I'm a madman, can you be crazier than me?" Besides, the scenery that I have seen once is always a little tired. ”

The patient walked again, following in his previous footsteps, one step at a time, never making a mistake or taking a second footprint.

……

Liucheng, in the conference room on the top floor of the Qingtian Building, Liu Min and Cai Jing saw the scene of the monitor and looked at each other.

Single-clothed in the wind and snow at night, these two people must not be simple, not to mention that one person is known to them.

"Do you need to send someone?"

Cai Jing shook his head slightly and said, "That monk, who do you think is appropriate to send?" ”

Liu Min frowned, right now, among all the candidates, it seems that only Ma Ling is the most suitable, but Ma Ling was also defeated last time.

"Really, an undesirable persona non grata."

Cai Jing shook his head slightly, and said: "Judging from his conversation with Ma Ling, this person will not be from Liangshan, since he is not from Liangshan, then it is possible to become a friend, even if he can't become a friend, he may be a speculator, as long as he is a speculator, he will become our help." ”

Liu Min looked at the monitor, a walking person, a person sitting cross-legged, and said, "They entered the game too early." ”

Cai Jing shook his head slightly and said, "Perhaps, it's just right for them." ”

"Then let them waste a little time in the north of the city."

Cai Jing looked at the footprints left by the monitor, two people, three walks, two lines of footprints, and said in a deep voice: "Perhaps, it's difficult." ”

Liu Min also saw the picture of the monitor, but Wang Qing had spent too much energy to lead Zhu Wu into the field and help Yuan Lang break through the Sancai Formation, and if he did it at this time, the follow-up plan might be weak, so he did not ask Wang Qing to make a move, but watched the movement in Liucheng.

Ponder in your heart, why do those who go out of the city go out of the city, and what will those who enter the city do!

A patient who travels through the wind and snow, an ascetic who meditates.

On the north side of Liucheng, they met again, but the monk entered meditation and the patient was anxious to get out of the besieged city.

In the snowstorm, the monk looked up and saw the happy eyes of the patient.

The patient saw the compassionate eyes of the monks.

In the middle of the two, the mourner came again in the wind and snow.

"Donor, this road may not work."

"Master, the road of life, where can it be smooth everywhere, if this road does not work, then go another way."

The monk bowed his head and shook his head.

The patient stood in the snow, not moving forward, nor stepping over the footprints in front of him.

The mourner walked forward silently, and at the moment when he was about to intersect with the patient, the patient took a step forward, and his footsteps landed on the row of footprints on the snow, and even the direction of his feet was the same as the horizontal footprints.

The moment the bereaved foot's foot fell and the other foot was raised, the patient's foot already occupied that footprint, and then the patient began to walk according to the footprint, and the bereaved person followed him.

He became the leader of the funeral procession.

Walking to the other end of the street, the patient stopped, and the mourner hit him in the back, and then the group of four turned on the spot and walked towards the way they came.

And the patient, just like that, followed behind the funeral procession.

They walked to where the monk was sitting, and the sick man stopped, and then waited for the mourner to walk away before jumping out of the tracks.

The monk looked up, looked at the patient's still smiling face, and said, "Donor, the wisdom is deeply rooted." ”

The patient smiled: "You say that I am deeply rooted? Let me tell you, I'm a madman, do you see it, my clothes are from a psychiatric hospital, where did I escape, you say I have Huigen, haha..."

The monk stood up, patted the snow under him, and said, "Others laugh at me for being too crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it, but the Buddha's eyes are boundless and he can discern all falsehood, so why should you be humble." ”

The patient laughed and said, "Master, it's really a master." ”

The patient turned and walked forward.

The monk bowed his head and followed.

"Donor, where do you want to go?"

The patient turned his head, looked at the monk in the snowstorm, and said, "Deep mountains to the north." ”

The monks joined together and said, "I really have a relationship with the benefactor. ”

The patient smiled and said, "Buddha is destined to be a person, is the master predestined to surpass me?" ”

Monk said: "There is a temple in the north mountain, the name is Hanshan Temple, the poor monk walks here all the way from Tiannan, tonight suddenly feels the Buddha's heart slightly moved, into the fixed view of the micro, only to know that in Liucheng, then the wind and snow into Liucheng, did not expect, the Buddha guided the destined person, is actually the donor. ”

The patient laughed and said, "I escaped from the mental hospital tonight and came all the way north, but I didn't expect that it was the Buddha's will. ”

"Will the donor walk with me?"

The patient smiled and said, "With the guidance of the master, you won't get lost on a snowy night." ”

In the wind and snow, two figures went to the north mountain, where there is a cold mountain and a cold mountain temple.

The mountain is called a cold mountain, thirty-five battles high, and the strange rocks are craggy. Originally, there was no road in the mountains, and later there was a walking monk road to meet this place, see the light of the Oriental Buddha, then raise money, organize the letter of men and women to dig the mountain stone for the path, and built a temple on the top of the mountain, although small, the lecture hall, the almsgiving hall, the meditation room, one should have.

Hanshan Temple is very famous in the local area, many people like to worship a Buddha here, ask for a sign and the like, of course, there is also a very effective saying that spreads.

Cold mountain trails, full of wind and snow.

The ridge head is like a cloud, and the rock is like a snow.

Thousands of peaks, bamboo shoots, stones, thousands of jade, ten thousand trees, pineapples, and ten thousand silver.

At this moment, at this moment, the bird does not fly, the ape does not move!

The monks are in the front, and the sick are in the back.

The monk is like a light shining on the world, leading a lost person back to the world.

The stone path curves to a secluded spot at the top of the mountain.

"Great place, good view."

The monk turned his head, looked at the patient, and said, "This is just a look of the cold mountain, and when you reach the top of the mountain, you can see a different scenery." ”

"I think the master is also an elegant person, otherwise I can only be a monk who doesn't know the true face of Lushan, just because he is a monk in this mountain."

The monk lifts his feet, steps over the steps under his feet, it is a flat land, on the flat ground, there is an incense burner more than two meters high, behind the incense burner is a slanted stone step, after the steps, it is the mountain gate of Hanshan Temple.

"It's almost there."

The patient walked over, knelt down in front of the incense burner, and said, "Unfortunately, I didn't bring incense." ”

The monk smiled and said: "Respect the Buddha and respect the heart, when the heart arrives, it is enough." ”

The patient kowtowed in front of the incense burner, then folded his hands, closed his eyes, said a few words silently, and stood up.

The monk continued to walk towards the temple on the stone steps, and the sick man got up and followed.

Walk up the sloping stone steps to the temple gate. On the right side of the temple gate, there is an ancient pine, with lush branches and leaves, and there is a white snow accumulation on the crown, like silver jade. Under the ancient pine, there is a small pavilion with a one-man bell, and next to the bell is a long log (that is, a stick that rings the bell) hanging from two ropes.

The patient went up the steps, saw Honka, and saw the bell, sighed, and then walked over happily, stretched out his hand, and struck the bell.

The monk turned his head and smiled, the corners of his mouth curled up high under the hat.

Changmu flew towards the bell, and with just one click, the bell would ring on this night, and it was difficult to say whether the passenger ship would arrive in the middle of the night.

However, the bell did not ring, because just as Changmu was about to hit the bell, a cane came sideways and separated Nagamu from the bell.

"That's it."

The smile on the patient's face froze in the cold wind.

"Master, do you really want to cross me?"

The monk nodded and said, "I need a smart head." ”

The patient let go of the long log in his hand and said, "So, guess what, where is my man?" ”

The monk's head was slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth were even more upturned.

"If the bell doesn't ring, your people won't arrive, and even if it does, it won't be possible to save you, because..."

Before the monk finished speaking, the ancient pine above his head shook slightly, and the snow fell in a torrent.

Snowy night, on the cliff, under the ancient pine, in the small pavilion.

A monk, a patient.

And the wind, and the snow, and the others.

Buddha has a fate, but a fateful person is not the person in front of him.