With the help and care of the villagers, Huineng mother and son quickly settled down at home. Li is still farming and weaving at home, while Huineng goes up to the mountains every day to collect firewood, and sometimes, his childhood friends such as Shi Gou, Zihui, and Shrimp will join him in collecting firewood.

The life of going up the mountain to collect firewood, in the eyes of the stone dogs, seems lonely, lonely and lonely. However, in Huineng I feel extremely rich and fulfilling. What's more, a few years ago, he unintentionally realized the wonderful use of the heart in the process of collecting firewood in the mountains. Therefore, he thinks that the days in the mountains are strangely exciting:

The storm comes unexpectedly, just like the vagaries of life; The road is bumpy, the mountains and rivers are heavy, like the cycle of fate drifting; Witness the brilliant stars and harvest the essence of the Heavenly Dao; Hear the birds and apes crying, and feel the charm of the earth...... Birds and animals are his relatives and friends, and flowers and trees are his companions......

In the early morning, there is a trace of distant mountains on the horizon, like a poetic and picturesque dream; At dusk, a few wisps of cooking smoke under the mountain awaken the soul to find a way home.

There is poetry in the early morning, and there is painting in the evening. Ah, "I want to ask the smoke of cooking, where are you going......" Huineng saw the smoke of his hometown again, and the most annoying memory rose in his heart like this smoke.

Smoke, the spirit of a village, she is ancient, the Holy Spirit, wonderful.? In the years that Huineng and his mother have been wandering abroad, every time they see cooking smoke in other places, they can't help but think of the cooking smoke in their hometown, which is in their hearts? Smoke.

Cooking smoke is the most primitive and quaint scenery in the countryside, she was born because of the village, and the village is beautiful because of her. A village with cooking smoke has vitality and aura.

In the early morning, the mist and the morning light, the countryside is quiet, when the morning glow dyes the red sky, the roosters and birds sing, the clear and ethereal, it is the heavenly sound, like the morning song, cutting through the silent village, awakening the people who are working, at this moment, every household almost at the same time rises the smoke of cooking. The faint curling smoke of the cooking, like ribbons hanging, is gently blown by the wind, and then the bits and pieces of tidbits drift away, slowly disappearing with the wind. Well-intentioned smoke! In the oldest way, you bless the industrious people with new harvests and good moods on a new day;

In the evening, as night falls, wisps of cooking smoke slowly rise over the village, what a kind of extreme and quiet beauty! Look at the posture: the smoke is pieced, sectional, bunched, clumped, different shapes, staggered and blended, water rhyme and ink chapters, and the shades are appropriate. Look at the color: it is the kind of transparent cyan, under the action of the breeze, some like a light blue satin undulating with the wind, and some like a colored cloud fluttering leisurely.

The smoke of cooking is separated from the farmhouse, rising in the air, drifting away with the wind, and disappearing without a trace, which is the most primitive state of life and the final destination of the cooking smoke in the village. This cooking smoke, like smoke but not smoke, like fog not fog, like a dream not a dream, how many years have been floating, how many heart sails are swaying, and how many dreams are created.

The low house is the support of the cooking smoke, the narrow sky is the home of the cooking smoke, the green trees and bushes are the clothes of the cooking smoke, and the small river extends the longing of the cooking smoke. Cooking smoke, villages, green trees, and small rivers are such elements of life, which naturally outline a simple and distant rural landscape painting. Savoring this picture scroll is like tasting your life, although the spiritual journey has to go through some ups and downs, experience some ups and downs, but life will eventually go to tranquility, plainness and peace, this is fate. Life is like this quiet and beautiful rural picture, when the prosperity is gone, in addition to loneliness and indifference.

The smoke of the cooking quietly hit his heart when Huineng was tired of the glitzy loneliness of the city, giving him charm and excitement; The smoke of the cooking gently drifted into Huineng's heart when he enjoyed the smile of his hometown alone, giving him fulfillment and joy.

This smoke is so quiet, so warm, whenever I see this scene, Huineng remembers what Boss Tan of Guangzhou City did...... Too many businessmen like Boss Tan, utilitarian right and wrong, have created the confusion and demonization of the city, how can the boiling fireworks in the city be compared to the quiet and beautiful cooking smoke in the village, and how can the glitz of the city be comparable to the tranquility of the village?

Cooking smoke is the direction of home, the call of mothers. I remember when I was in my hometown, every time Huineng came home after selling firewood and buying some rice, she would see the smoke rising from the house at home from a distance, as if she saw the busy figure of her mother, saw the steaming meal, and saw the expectation revealed in her mother's faint eyes. He knew that it was his mother's concern, that was his mother's waiting, and at this moment, his heart was so quiet and down-to-earth.

Looking at the smoke that had gone with the wind, he quickened his pace home. Walking on the way home, there was an inexplicable feeling that hit his soul, and suddenly he seemed to understand something - cooking smoke is a kind of warmth, a kind of warmth, a kind of happiness, a kind of happiness, this may be his initial life perception, and since then he has begun to know how to remember.

Cooking smoke is not only a landscape, she is also an ancient story, a song of time. Appreciating it, we can appreciate the simplicity and truth of life; Reading it carefully, we can breed many flavors of life.

The smoke, faintly enchanting, floated in the sky of memory, pulling his thoughts. So that no matter where he goes in the future, the light and ethereal smoke of his hometown will always be with him in his heart, accompanying him on the road to Buddhahood. She will be a splendid picture that will never change, fixed in his heart, never fade, never fade.

It was another fresh morning, and Huineng was going to Tianlu Mountain, which was deeper in the mountains, to harvest a wild peach tree for a restaurant to make barbecue firewood. It is said that this kind of peach wood roasted rice has a unique aroma.

When he climbed a mountain beam, when he looked up, he suddenly saw a huge figure standing on the opposite mountain peak, in the midst of clouds and mist—

It stands on a high peak, standing on the top of the sky, looking up at the stars of the nine heavens, overlooking the smoke of the earth; Laugh at the changes of the wind and clouds, and listen to the flow of the rivers...... The morning sun was about to burst out, and a ray of light burst out of the clouds, which happened to shine on its tall and upright body, so it was shrouded in a layer of hazy and erratic red light, which seemed particularly abrupt and lonely. It, upward, seems to be able to rise into the clouds and fall into the clouds; Going down, it seems to be able to pierce the heart of the earth through the yellow spring. Moreover, it is constantly changing, one moment like an optimus pillar, the other like a pine in the wind......

Actually, it was just a tall rock, a mountain formed by a steep rock. Nature's magic crafts it to lifelike, like an immortal standing in the wind, as if it may be feathered into the sky at any moment. For this reason, people call it the Holy Ancestral Peak; Therefore, there are many wonderful legends surrounding it; Therefore, there is an ancient Taoist temple under the peak...... Therefore, there is a wonderful fairy music that comes with the wind.

No, what Huineng hears is not the ethereal fairy music, but the cry of the crane. He saw two white cranes hovering down from the clouds and landing on the platform in front of the Taoist temple, dancing. At the same time, a Taoist leader with fluttering clothes and white beard floated out of the door, and danced with the two cranes, leaping, and spinning......

Huineng knows this Taoist with white beard, white eyebrows, and white hair, and the people in this area all know this Tianlu Taoist Chief. Elderly people who are dozens of miles away from the mountains say that when he was a child, he had this white beard. Some people say that he drinks dew in the morning, eats in the breeze at night, and never eats the fireworks in the world. Some people say that he can soar through the clouds and mist, and he has already cultivated into an immortal......

Becoming an immortal or not becoming an immortal can not be known, but people and cranes can be so close, so harmonious, play and dance together, and know each other, which is definitely not an ordinary realm.

Huineng was so fascinated that he sat down on a stone unconsciously, and naturally thought about it......