After Huineng learned about the incident between his sister, Lin Shanzi and Chen Asi, he was a little sad and disappointed that his sister married Lin Shanzi, but he was more happy that his sister had a good home; As for Chen Asi's retribution, he sighed, sighing that he was so smart, but he was mistaken by being smart. Huineng lamented the impermanence of the world, but still lived a career of collecting firewood in the mountains.

This day is destined to be an unforgettable day.

In the early morning, Lu Huineng went into the mountains to collect firewood with an axe in his waist and a flat shoulder on his shoulders as usual. The slight difference is that he left a little earlier today. Because, Xiaolan's father was sick, and she asked him to go to Tianluguan to ask her father for a peace charm, so he had to walk more mountain roads than before.

The mountains shrouded in morning mist are exceptionally quiet, but today's mountains are too quiet, so quiet that they are suffocating, as if even the air has frozen, making people breathless. What about the chirping birds? What about the insects that are not willing to be lonely? Why are they all gone?

Even, there was no wind, not even a hint of a breeze. Huineng climbed the hillside, the opposite mountain beam is overwhelming, and the Holy Ancestor Peak stands high; In the cloud-shrouded mountainside, under the shade of towering ancient trees, a corner of the hall of blue bricks and black tiles of Tianlu Temple was accidentally revealed.

The ancient view of the deep mountains is hidden, and the dew of the sky cleanses the heart of the Tao. Daoist Tianlu must have danced with those two cranes on the misty platform, right? There was no wind, not even the glow of the sun shining on the Holy Ancestor Peak, and no birds disturbing it. However, in this situation without any warning, all of a sudden, the Holy Ancestor Peak, along with the wide cliff below it, collapsed together!

Loud voice. Really, Hui Neng didn't hear the earth-shattering roar, and although he himself opened his mouth, he didn't let out an exclamation—he was completely stunned, watching the shock wave caused by the collapse of the cliff, pushing away the mist on the mountainside, revealing its last full appearance, and then millions of tons of rocks, boulders, and dirt rolled down......

The ancient Tianlu Temple is like a small mud pill in the hands of a giant, which is gently rubbed and turned into fine dust, gone, gone, smashed, buried, and there is no trace in sight!

"Daoist Tianlu—"

Huineng cried out in a heart-rending manner, and at the same time frantically faced the rocks that were still rolling down, risking being stoned to death, and rushed over desperately......

After a long time, Huineng lost his initial madness, he was exhausted, his clothes were torn by sharp rocks, and his ten fingers were rubbed bloody. All his efforts were in vain, and he didn't find any information about the Heavenly Dew Dao Master, not even a white hair, a piece of clothing, or his Dan furnace, or his dust. It was as if all traces of his life had been annihilated, as if they had never existed.

Yes, compared with the towering mountains, the towering cliffs, and the tall solitary peaks, the human flesh is too small, too insignificant. Although Tianlu Dao Chang has achieved success in cultivation and easily lived to the age of 100, which is a rare birthday star among people, compared with the mountains and rivers and the earth, compared with the Holy Ancestor Peak that took hundreds of millions of years to carve, the so-called life of 100 years is just a flick of a finger. The mountains and rivers are also vicissitudes of life, and they are constantly changing. Isn't it, even the Holy Ancestor Peak, which has many legends attached to it, has collapsed, rolled from the top of the mountain, and fell into rubble!

impermanence, flux, variability, migration...... In the world, nothing is set in stone.

Thinking of this, Huineng no longer feels heart-wrenching regret, no longer despair, no longer sad.

By the time his attention shifted away from the collapse of a mountain, it was already sunset. Before he knew it, he had been searching in the ruins for a whole day. He did not find the Heavenly Dew Daoist, but he found the true meaning of nature - impermanence and mutation.

On this day, he did not get a peace charm for Xiaolan and her father, nor did he get firewood for his home.

Brush - Brush - Brush -

Early in the morning, Huineng's mother, Li, was awakened on time by the sound of her son sharpening a firewood knife. There is such a saying among the wood-beaters: sharpen the knife and do not mistake the woodcutter. The ancients also said: If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. Therefore, over the years, Huineng has developed a habit of carefully sharpening the firewood knife first thing when he gets up every day. And his habit, which was more punctual than the crowing of a rooster, became the mother's timer - it was time to get up and cook.

Lee walked over to the stove in the kitchen and thumped him on the back a few times before bending down to make a fire. However, this inconspicuous detail was still noticed by Huineng.

He stopped what he was doing and asked with concern, "Mother, what's wrong with your waist?" ”

Li said: "Last night, this old problem was committed again. It seems that the weather is going to change today. ”

Huineng said: "However, I see that my mother is more uncomfortable than usual. What's going on? ”

"What's the matter, my mother is old! The older a person gets, the worse his body bones are, and the more serious the old problems are. ”

"Then sit down and rest, and I'll make breakfast."

"You are a big man, you climb the pot and burn the stove, so that people can see the joke."

"Whoever wants to laugh, let him laugh. Laughing off his jaw and smashing the surface of his foot. Hui Neng told jokes to make his mother happy while cooking.

Li, who was sitting on the side, looked at his clumsy appearance, and said with a smile: "Neng'er, my mother is getting older and older, and you are not too young, it's time to find a helper for my mother." ”

Of course, Huineng understood what his mother was saying, but he laughed and said, "Am I not my mother's best helper?" Mother and son are connected, is there anyone who can connect with the mother better than the son? ”

Li Zhengse said: "Don't talk nonsense! Your father died early, so he left us with such a root as you in the Lu family, and if you delay it any longer......"

Huineng said: "Mother, don't worry about it. I'm small, I don't have a room, I don't have a lot of land, who would marry my daughter to a poor firewood boy! ”

"Xiaolan in the isolation house, my mother sees that she likes you......"

"Mother, look where you have gone!" Huineng interrupted her mother's words, "Xiaolan, she was bitten by a poisonous snake last time, and I helped her detoxify, because I was grateful to me, so I often came to play at home." Anyway, I saved her, do you want her to make a promise? ”

After eating, Huineng picked up his tools and was about to go out. Li hurriedly stopped him and said, "Neng'er, don't go up the mountain to fetch firewood today." It's going to be windy and rainy, so don't get you gonorrhea. ”

Huineng looked at the dim sky and said to himself: "Early in the morning, the sky is like this, it seems that there will definitely be a storm in the morning." I'm afraid it's a typhoon. ”

Li said, "Then you can't go out." If there is lightning and thunder in the mountains, and there may be flash floods, it is too dangerous! ”

Huineng said: "The more this weather, the better, the more I have to go out." ”

Li Shi was angry: "You are not a child anymore, you still want to have fun!" ”

Huineng said as he walked out: "Mother, I am going to the mountains and forests to pick up the windy firewood!" ”

In the mountains and forests, trees are metabolized, and many branches have dried up. Whenever there is a strong wind, these dry branches are blown off. The people in the mountains call it "landing firewood". The firewood has already dried up, and it is naturally easy to pick it up the mountain, and it is very labor-saving to pick it up, so whenever the rain is clear, people rush to pick it up. If it's too late, you won't be able to pick it up.

Huineng had already mastered this law, so he entered the mountain in advance and sheltered from the wind and rain in the cave in the mountain first. As soon as the wind and rain pass, you can go into the forest to collect firewood in the shortest time.

Huineng ran against the strong wind, and finally got into the cave before the pouring rain came.

The chessboard is still there, and things are no longer people. A few years ago, the scene of the Tianlu Taoist and the big fat monk playing against him is still vivid, and now the Taoist has returned to the sky with a crane, and the monk is gone. Huineng couldn't help but feel like a world away.

The typhoon came and went quickly, and after a while, although there were still gusts of wind blowing, the torrential rain had stopped. Huineng came out of the cave and came to a dense forest in the valley.

Huineng had seen many dead branches in the towering trees here, and he had already locked this goal in his heart. As expected, as soon as he reached the edge of the forest, he saw a lot of dry branches on the ground. Huineng thought that there might be more dead branches in the depths of the dense forest, so he hurriedly walked to the depths of the forest.

However, the situation here is exactly the opposite of what he imagined, the dead branches still grow well on the trees, and they are rarely broken by the wind and fall to the ground. In the same woods, could it be that the wind only swept over the edges of the woods, and did not blow into the depths of the dense forest?

At this time, he found that the wind in the forest was really much smaller than at the edge of the mountain forest. Could it be that the wind has stopped? He looked up and saw that the highest treetops were still shaking violently, whining in the wind—the wind, which did not stop, was the resistance of the trees, causing the wind in the forest to plummet. The denser the trees, the closer to the middle of the trees, the lower the wind speed, so the less dead branches are blown off the trees.