In addition to helping her grandmother with housework, Ansu often sat with a book for a long time, and the book did not turn a page. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

An Su also practiced drawing, but as soon as he lifted the pen, he always thought of Jingming sitting at the table practicing calligraphy, and then fell into memories, recalling various scenes when the two of them studied at the Lotus Society. In the faint fragrance of pear blossoms in that room, the little monk with a clear expression occasionally raised his head to give her a light smile. When she woke up from her memories, where was the figure of the little monk, there was no pear blossom fragrance, some were just the old mulberry tree above her head, the end of the brush in her hand was still dignified, the ink on the inkstone had long since dried up, and the paper was still blank.

The winter vacation that I didn't spend at Myohoji Temple turned out to be so long.

Every winter and summer vacation, various TV stations always broadcast "Journey to the West", and it is no exception. It gives people the illusion that there is no holiday if "Journey to the West" is not broadcast on TV, or as soon as you see "Journey to the West" on TV, you know that the holiday is coming. For "Journey to the West", An Su has watched it countless times, and she has watched it with relish every time, she never gets tired of watching it, she is very familiar with the plot of each episode, not only can sing the songs in the play, but also the dialogue in the play is also easy.

On the first two nights of Chinese New Year's Eve, I don't know whose TV was turned on loudly, and when I heard it, "Journey to the West" was playing again. At that time, An Su was drying clothes in the yard, and a familiar melody came, which turned out to be the episode "Daughter's Love" in the episode of Daughter Country.

Mandarin ducks and amphibious butterflies fly together, and the spring color in the garden is intoxicating.

Quietly ask the holy monk,

Whether the daughter is beautiful or not, whether the daughter is beautiful or not.

What do you say about royal power and wealth,

What precepts are you afraid of?

May the days last forever,

Closely follow the person I want.

Love love Yi, love love Yi,

May this growth be with you, and may this growth be with you.

An Su's hand pulling at his clothes froze in the air, and tears fell from his eyes. The sound of "May this life grow together" pierced her heart.

When I saw this episode when I was a child, I only thought that the king of the daughter country was very beautiful, but Tang Seng still had to learn from the scriptures. Otherwise, the rest of the story is gone. Later, when I looked at it again, I felt that although the king of the daughter country was very beautiful, Tang Seng was originally going to the west to learn scriptures, so he would not stay. When I grew up and looked at it a little more, I began to wonder, the king of the daughter country has beauty, power, and wealth, and Tang Seng is obviously also tempted, why is he unwilling to stay? Now, she still wondered why he didn't want to stay.

At that moment, she could understand the pain in her heart when the king of her daughter country looked at the firm back of Tang Seng going west.

Ansu had no sleep all night.

At dawn the next day, she quietly went up the mountain. No why, just to sneak a glance at the little monk.

On the way, Ansu met a monk who came down the mountain to buy. After greeting each other with their hands folded, Jingwen told her that tomorrow was Chinese New Year's Eve, and the temple began to hold the ceremony. Yes, it lasts until the seventh day of the first month, and the items needed are insufficient, so you need to go down the mountain to buy. At the end, he also told her that Jingming was cleaning the mountain gate.

Don't go to the senior brother, Ansu almost ran up the mountain. She stopped when she ran to the top of the hill out of breath and saw the majestic gate in the distance. She saw the thin figure on the eighty-one steps, now holding a big broom, one by one, cleaning extremely seriously.

Who is that figure if it is not Jingming?

That was the little monk she had been thinking about for a long time.

Is he sweeping the floor or is he sweeping his own heart?

Is the practice that good?

Is he not nostalgic at all?

Her little monk put on his gray monk's robe again, and she always thought he looked good in it, but this time, she hoped that he would take it off. From then on, take it off for her.

Is it possible?

Even Ansu himself shook his head negatively.

Can it be said that the little monk has no love?

No, the little monk has love, and his love is great love, life and death, detachment from greed, nirvana, and purification of sentient beings. Does he want his own life and death, from his own greed, to cross himself and others to the other side?

Doesn't he have her in his heart?

Yes, he has her in his heart, but she is one of the many beings in his heart.

An Su suddenly remembered the scene of the chat between the two many years ago.

"Little monk, I must make a lot of money when I grow up, and then cure you."

"I'm not a monk, not even a novice. I haven't shaved yet. ”

"The top of your head is bare, and you still haven't shaved it?"

"I'm bald, but I haven't been shaved, I'm not ordained. Monk is an honorific title, and only those who have certain qualifications to be able to be a teacher can be called a monk, not everyone can be called a monk. ”

"No matter, you're my little monk anyway."

"Then will you shave your degree in the future and become a real monk?"

……

Thinking of this, Ansu couldn't help but shed tears again. Because at that time, Jingming nodded firmly.

It turned out that he had told her many years ago.

It turned out that he had never been a little monk for her alone.

An Su watched from a distance for a long time, watching him finish cleaning the mountain gate and slowly walk back to the temple. Then, in despair, she descended the mountain.

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, my grandmother asked An Su to get up and go up the mountain to worship the Buddha. Ansu refused to get up.

Grandma scolded: "Every year on the first day of the new year, you have to go up the mountain to pay New Year's greetings to your master, have you forgotten? You're getting bigger and more unruly. ”

That's right, no matter what, I have to pay New Year's greetings to Master. Ansu got up, dressed neatly, and followed her grandmother up the mountain after breakfast.

On this day, the temple was very lively. In the morning, there is an endless stream of people who come to pray for incense, and some of those who go early have finished worshipping the incense and descended the mountain. The mountain road is very lively. It is said that some dignitaries and nobles even went to the temple at 12 o'clock last night to compete for the first pillar of incense.

When the grandparents and grandchildren arrived at the temple, the law. The meeting has already begun. Without exception, every time big. Law. The meetings were presided over by Gen-la Chi Shin.

An Su accompanied her grandmother to the palaces to burn incense, but her eyes couldn't control her eyes searching for the familiar figure everywhere. Gray monk's robes can be seen everywhere, she knows everyone who wears monk's robes, but none of them are the people she wants to see, and she can't help but sigh again.

An Su waited outside the main hall, listening to the low chanting sound coming from inside, and the sound of wooden fish, mixed with the crisp impact of magic weapons, as if the aftermath was lingering around the main hall. In the past, she heard such Sanskrit sounds, and she always felt like washing her soul. But at this time, she was trapped in love, but she couldn't listen to it. She couldn't help but smile bitterly, it turned out that without him by her side, the so-called Sanskrit sound was not so pleasant.

Finally waited for the law. There is a break in between. At this time of year, Ansu always walks towards his mentor with great reverence and gratitude, and respectfully kneels and kowtows. Master not only taught painting skills, but also integrated the Dharma into her while teaching the arts, and taught her at the same time. It's just that the young An Su still can't understand.

With his hands folded, his head bowed, his eyes slightly closed, Venerable Zhishan silently recited a scripture for An Su, and lovingly said to her, "May the Buddha bless you!" ”

After paying New Year's greetings to the master, An Su left the main hall. As soon as I got out of the hall, I saw my grandmother looking around.

"Grandma, what are you looking for?"

"Looking for Jingming, I haven't seen him all the time. I've got to give him the New Year's money! ”

Hearing Jingming's name, An Su couldn't help but sigh in her heart. Hasn't she been looking for it too? At this time in previous years, he should have been in the main hall!

Did you know she was going to come and hide?

Is she a viper and beast?

Thinking of this, I felt sad again. She was not reconciled, thought about it, and knew where to find him. She told her grandmother to go home first, and she ran towards the back door of the monastery by herself.

Sure enough, I found Jingming under the Bodhi tree in the back mountain.

She looked at Jingming, who was sitting cross-legged under the tree, with her back straight, facing square, her eyes closed, her hands folded and her meditation seal, placed in front of her abdomen. She remembered the song "Daughter's Love" again and sang it quietly.

"Mandarin ducks and amphibious butterflies fly together, and the spring color in the garden is intoxicating. Quietly asked the holy monk, is the daughter beautiful, is the daughter beautiful......"

After the song was sung, the people sitting at the bottom of the tree still had their eyes closed.

An Su walked over slowly, knelt in front of him, and looked at the face that he had been thinking about day and night, his eyelashes fluttering slightly, knowing that he must have heard the song he had just sung. She asked faintly, "Can't you hear when you close your eyes?" ”

Jingming's eyes were still closed.

Ansu couldn't help but reach out and touch his face.

Jingming's body trembled, but his eyes were still closed.

The person who haunted him was in front of him, but he would rather face the darkness than open his eyes to her, and An Su couldn't help but burst into tears. She trembled and stroked his face and pleaded, "Will you open your eyes and see me?" ”

Jingming still closed his eyes, but he was no longer unresponsive, and he shook his head slightly.

Seeing him shaking his head gently, An Su hugged him tightly and buried her face deep in his neck socket, as if she was the only one in her life, and she had to use all her strength. "In your heart, I'm the demon hindering your cultivation?"

Maybe he was hugged too tightly by Ansu, or maybe he felt the cold and wet feeling in his neck, Jingming slowly opened his eyes. Ansu's sobs reached his ears one by one, making him stare blankly ahead.

An Su held on to the last glimmer of hope, "Downstairs in the dormitory that day, you came to help me carry my things, right?" Besides, she couldn't think of why he was downstairs in the girls' dormitory.

Jingming did not deny it.

An Su pleaded in a low voice: "Didn't you say that there is reincarnation?" Then there is an afterlife, right? Is it possible to practice again in a future life? ”

Jingming gently pushed An Su away, looked at her, and said with a sign language: "If there is an afterlife....."

Ansu shook her head violently, hugged him, and pressed her face against his. "No, I just want this life."

Tang Seng once said to the king of his daughter's country, "If there is an afterlife", but he finally obtained the true scriptures and achieved positive results. An Su doesn't want the next life, she just wants this life, if she lets him practice in this life to the other side, where will she go to find him in the next life?

In the face of An Su's bitter pleading, Jingming was silent for a long time, and finally lowered his head lightly and slowly made a sign language: "You go back!" ”

Ansu got up from the ground in despair, crying and laughing at him as he was so determined.

"Practice? Pudu sentient beings? But who will save me? Ha ha...... Haha......."

Jingming looked at Ansu's departing back, left two lines of tears, and slowly closed his eyes.