In August on the northwestern border, there is not a trace of moisture in the air. The gust of wind blows, making it feel like you're in an invisible fireball.

In the courtyard of Yao's shopkeeper's house, the leaves of the old elm tree were also roasted by the blazing sun, and they frequently flashed with oily light. A few clever sparrows, hiding in the shade of the trees, nodded and snatched up the insects that could not withstand the roasting of the sun.

Juanzi stubbornly came out of the house, blocked the shopkeeper Yao at the door, and muttered with a face: "Tomorrow is the first day of the new year, I will go to Nanshan Temple to incense my mother." ”

Shopkeeper Yao snorted in his mouth, and then said angrily: "The sun is so big, don't you run around the house." ”

Juanzi shook off the big braid behind her, took a step closer to the shopkeeper Yao, and stomped her feet and shouted with childlike mischievousness: "Just go!" Just go! ”

Shopkeeper Yao shook his head helplessly, first sighed, and then said: "I want to go to catch the fifteenth and then go, it's almost noon today, and I can't get to Nanshan Temple before dark." ”

Juanzi seemed to be determined to go, she reluctantly gave Shopkeeper Yao a charming smile, and said coquettishly: "I don't care!" Even if you are in a hurry to go at night. ”

Xiangzi had just finished feeding the horses, and when he saw the father and daughter arguing, he didn't move forward. When he was about to fold into his house, he was stopped by the shopkeeper Yao: "Xiangzi, come and prepare the horse quickly, and go to Nanshan Temple with Juanzi." Tomorrow I will come back before the sun sets, and I will point you to deliver miles to Miquan. ”

Shopkeeper Yao said, holding his thin body behind his back and walking towards the shop in the front yard.

Shopkeeper Yao knew in his heart that Juanzi was so cold and shouted to go to Nanshan Temple because he was arguing with Peaches in the morning.

For these two women, one is the pearl of their palms, and they are afraid of melting when they are in their mouths, and they are afraid of falling off when they are held in their hands, which is really deep and shallow.

The other is a rare woman in his heart, not to mention that her foxy posture makes people love, just that crisp and boneless body makes him unable to let go.

Fortunately, Juanzi went to private school, and she also knows some of Confucius and Mencius's etiquette. Therefore, although she is very disgusted, in terms of face, she is quite passable, as long as she doesn't mess with her, she is stable.

Just this peach, I don't know a single big word, and I love to say things that don't know the depths. And Shopkeeper Yao didn't dare to control her too strictly. Otherwise, you will have to sleep in the cold bed.

The palms and backs of the hands are full of meat, and it hurts to bite on either side. Since the peach entered the door, the shopkeeper Yao was between the two women, suffering helplessly. This morning, seeing that the two of them were getting louder and louder, they screamed a few times through the door of the house before they were relieved.

Xiangzi and Juanzi rode their horses to the steamed bun shop in the south of the city, bought two steaming baskets of mutton buns, and stepped on the horse to eat while believing that the horse was reined out of the south gate.

Xiangzi seemed comfortable at this time, which led Juanzi to let the horse gallop in the suburbs for a while, and he had just turned the lamp at Nanshan Temple. Shoko handed over the horse to the deacon monk and walked towards the men's dormitory to the west.

Since tomorrow is the first day of the new year, there are many good men and women who come to the temple to make incense and make vows, and there are many good men and women who listen to the scriptures and ask the Dharma, and the bunks in the squatter rooms are almost full. Shoko and the deacon monks finally found an empty shop, so they will live on the spot.

Although the house in the mountain is not as hot as in the city, more than a dozen men gathered in one room, and the smell made Xiangzi not feel sleepy. He simply got up and walked out of the squatter room.

The night of the temple is surprisingly quiet. The surroundings were pitch black, and the faint night was struggling to show the outline of the bell tower of the main hall. A faint candlelight flickered faintly on the windows of the main hall. The occasional crunch of wind chimes will awaken you from the dream-like silence to your sleeping soul.

Looking up, a cold moon tore apart the amorous thin clouds, but it hung quietly on the treetops in front of the slope. It is a poplar tree unique to Xinjiang, its trunk is straight to the sky, the branches are tightly around the main trunk, and it grows into a bunch in one direction, and there is no freedom to escape. The heart-shaped toothed leaves are emerald green on the sunny side and grayish-white on the back.

A cool mountain breeze quietly blew over with a faint fragrance. Shoko knew that Juanzi was also not far away.

Monastic life is regular and hard. At half past three in the morning, the morning bell had already struck. After a hasty and orderly wash, the people rushed to the main hall for morning service before four o'clock.

Nanshan Temple is a Pure Land Dojo, and after the morning class everyone recites the "Buddha Says Amitabha Sutra" with the monks, the deacon monks lead the people around the Buddha, and the end of an hour. At six o'clock, the devotees listen to the presiding monk's teachings, and at ten o'clock, the public can move freely.

Xiangzi used the fast and walked out of the mountain gate. At this time, the sky was blue, and the sun, with a red face, struggled to climb the eastern peak, and shot countless golden rays of light like a rain of swords. It easily penetrated the branches and leaves of the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree next to the mountain gate, and splashed the white pavement into a golden patch.

The afterglow, shining on the carpet-like lawn on the hillside on the left, a few yellow and pink roses, trying to show the flowers of youth. Two playing hares startled a lovelorn pheasant and made a "whoosh" sound. When you follow the prestige, it is already showing its beauty on the cliffside.

The stream below the slope shyly made a crisp sound like a silver bell, mixed with the sound of slight footsteps. Xiangzi knew in his heart that Juanzi was not far away.

*After the solemn entrance ceremony, the presiding monk of Nanshan Temple, Venerable Guangzhi, ascended to sit down and give a lecture.

Perhaps because of the unusually dry climate in the city, there are a lot of people who come to Nanshan Temple, and the small square in front of the main hall is almost full.

When the Master saw that everyone was seated, he raised his voice and said, "Recently, many believers have asked me the same question. Saying that he is always unable to recite the Buddha is not effective. In this regard, Zen Master Zhongfeng replied in this way: Nowadays, the reason why people do not participate in Zen is that they do not regard the impermanence of life and death as a major event. In the same way, the reason why reciting the Buddha does not work is that it does not regard life and death as a major event, and the heart of life and death is not serious. The lack of life and death is a big problem, and most people don't pay attention to it. If the mind of life and death is not revealed, all teachings are just jokes. So, what is the heart of life and death? Let me tell you a heart-to-death story. ”

The mage glanced at everyone compassionately, and said in a calm tone: "Back then, Emperor Wu of Liang invited Bao Zhigong to watch the play. At the end, Emperor Wu of Liang asked the Zen master: Did you perform today's play well? The Zen master replied: I don't know. Asked again: Did you sing well in today's play? The Zen master replied: I don't know. Emperor Wu was very strange, the Zen master was obviously watching the play, how could he not know? The Zen master said, "Your Majesty, you might as well ask for this group of actors tomorrow to make a play." He also chose the criminal who had been sentenced to death and was about to be killed, and ordered him to kneel in front of the stage to watch the play with a plate of water in his hand. And he said to him, "When the play is finished, not a drop of this water will be spilled, and you will be acquitted at once; If spilled, immediately tie up and decapitate.

Emperor Wu didn't know what he meant, but he still complied. The next day, after watching the play, the convict did not spill a drop of water. Bao Zhigong asked the criminal: Is the play good? A: I don't know. Bao Zhigong asked again: Is the play good? A: I don't know. Bao Zhigong asked: You knelt in front of the stage to watch the play and listen to the play, how could you not know? Answer: I can't take care of the water in my heart, how can I still have the heart to watch and listen to the play? When Emperor Wu heard this, he finally understood. If you don't have the heart in the play, you will turn a blind eye to the play and listen to it.

Bao Zhigong's heart is in life and death, not in the play, how can he know the quality of the play? If our mind is on the great event of the past life, then this Buddha name will naturally not be interrupted. Even if people don't let you read it, your heart is still dense, one after another. If you understand this story, you will know how hard you work to recite the Buddha in ordinary times. ”

The mage paused for a moment, and with a deep and wise gaze, he glanced at everyone compassionately. Then, his expression became a little serious and continued: "No matter whether you are a monk at home, you must respect and harmonize, endure what others can't endure, pedestrians can't do, work on behalf of others, the beauty of adults, sit quietly and think about your own mistakes, and don't talk about others." Walking, sitting, lying, dressing and eating, from morning to dusk, a Buddha name is not interrupted, or whispering, or silently, except for chanting the Buddha, do not think otherwise, if there is delusion together, it must be eliminated at the moment. I am always ashamed, and even if I practice, I must realize that my kung fu is very shallow, and I don't boast about myself. Just take care of your own family, don't care about others, only look good, don't look bad, see everyone as a bodhisattva, and only I am an ordinary man. If you can practice according to what I said, you will decide to give birth to the Western Elysium. ”