"Dreaming of trees?"

"I don't know, but I always think there must be some axe marks on it. ”

Looking at the group of people who were gradually moving away, Ye Qingmian shook his head, "Don't think about it, they are all far away, let's catch up." ”

Hua Weaving nodded and walked away with Ye Qingmian.

Once one night, in the West Lake, a flower boat flashed with bright candles, there were bursts of laughter, on the shore, an old monk held an axe in both hands, wielding it at all costs, cutting down the weeping willows on the shore.

"This old monk is crazy. The people around him said the same thing, pointing and pointing.

"Hurry up to the official mansion, this great West Lake has ruined the scenery of a stinky monk. Someone in the crowd suggested that.

Three women traveling together made their way through the crowd and approached the old monk.

"Monk, why are you cutting down trees here?" asked a woman in Tsing Yi curiously.

"Passing through this place, seeing the fairyland of the world, attracting people to linger and want to destroy it. The old monk didn't stop, and said while chopping.

"But why did you do that?" asked the woman in red.

"To save the world. The monk said very seriously.

"What an unreasonable crazy monk, it's just some nonsense, don't stop it quickly. The woman in white couldn't help but shout.

"He won't stop, I've advised him a long time ago. Then a young man spoke, and the crowd realized that he was on the back side of the tree, as if he had never been found there.

"The little gentleman is polite. The woman in Tsing Yi bowed slightly, "This crazy monk seems to be ferocious, very weird, and Mr. is afraid of danger behind the tree." ”

"No, he keeps cutting down the tree. The young man said conclusively.

"Why is that?" asked the woman in red.

"Because this tree is the direction of all living beings, people do not wake up, and dreams are continuous, how can the scene in this dream be destroyed!" the old monk roared and shouted, but he did not see his hand stop.

"Old monk, what are you talking about?" the woman in white was impatient.

"All living beings say that they are blissful and want to live forever. As everyone knows, this is the powerful man who spreads the sky as a lock, paints the ground as a prison, and leads all living beings to dream and desire for all things in the fairyland, wanting to cut off the reincarnation of eternal life and never wake up. The old monk's hands trembled, and two lines of old tears flowed.

"Oh my God, this old monk is really crazy. Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"Hurry up and report to the official, I'm afraid someone will be killed by this crazy monk if it's too late. Someone left in a hurry, shouting as they ran.

The three women closest to the old monk were slightly stunned in the angry shouting, as if there were endless Sanskrit sounds singing.

"Three, can you tell the old man Fang's name. ”

"How dare you, a monk, be so unreasonable?" the woman in white reprimanded.

"Ji empty love, Qingcheng rainy day, white drops. The young man behind the tree spoke again, revealing the names of the three women.

"You, why do you know that the three of me..."

The young man ignored the three women and said to the old monk, "Your sorrow is not in your inability to save, but in the fact that the person you want to save does not believe in you." Even if you plant the seeds of awakening in the hearts of the three of them, what can you do, and how can the world believe in them? You want to live in the doubts of these beings for the rest of your life? Do you want to live forever and watch the people you want to save sink into the sea of misery?"

"Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha. The old monk's eyes were slightly closed, and when he opened them again, he was full of determination.

"Monk, according to your words, is this world hell?" asked the woman in red softly.

"The prison of the mortal world is a small deterrent, and those who enter it think about their mistakes, repent of their deeds, and change them when their sentences are completed. However, this world is a terrible prison, imprisoned and trapped by immortals, lured by the Jiangshan Society, confused by flowers and red sleeves, bound by the three outlines and five constants, and bound by the reason of humanity. There is no way to think about it, there is no way to repent, even if there are all kinds of mistakes, I don't know what it is, even if I have the way to wake up from a dream and I don't want to leave, leading people to fall into it and be content. The old monk was very sad and put down the axe in his hand, "When I closed my eyes, the red dust was colorful and the neon was shining. When I opened my eyes, the ground was long, and there were corpses for thousands of miles. ”

"Monk, don't be sensational. The three women were a little panicked, what the monk said was too scary.

"What the monk said is true. The young man behind the tree said.

"Little sir, why are you crazy?" the woman in red frowned.

"Hahahaha, monk, have you seen it? Take a closer look, even if I say it, no one will believe you. The young man suddenly laughed arrogantly, the old monk looked bitter, and his old face was full of bitterness, which made people feel distressed. Suddenly, the old monk's eyes widened and he glanced at the three women in front of him.

"The old man wishes to close his eyes, and reincarnate forever and never wake up again. With the remnants of the body into hundreds of billions of bright clouds, may you and the other three of you attain the three bodhisattvas in the next life, and with immeasurable and boundless wisdom, they will penetrate the emptiness of the five aggregates, stay away from the upside-down dreams, jump out of the red dust of the Three Realms, and lead all beings to open their eyes! Look at the red moon and look at the bloody earth!"

The old monk's crazy words frightened many people, but the three women closest to him suddenly felt light, as if they were vaguely about to grasp something, but they slipped through their fingers like flowing water.

"Remember the man behind the tree, and remember the dead. The old monk pointed to the young man behind the big tree and roared.

"The seed of awakening from a dream, conceived and nurtured by the body, germinated in the next life, awakened in three lives, not bad. The young man looked at the three women, nodded slightly, and then smiled contemptuously, "But what? I want this world to reincarnate and sleep forever, who dares to wake up!"

"Little sir, don't scare us, who are you?" The woman in Tsing Yi was frightened by tonight's scene, and was a little cautious.

"My name is Xuan Gaffina. ”

"I hate it, I hate it!" the old monk shouted madly.

"Hurry up, someone from the yamen is coming, everyone let me go, let people take this crazy monk away. ”

Looking at the shouting and rushing to catch the fast, the old monk suddenly laughed, bent over with laughter, and laughed out of tears, "I'd rather fall into the dream of red dust than wake up from reincarnation." I want people to live, and all beings want me to die. ”

The monk was taken away, but his words were deeply imprinted in the hearts of the three women. When the three of them looked behind the tree again, the young man was gone.

Time flies, spring goes to autumn, and in the depths of the dimly lit prison, in a prison room engraved with scriptures, an old man with a cloak sits quietly in meditation, chanting the ancient Buddha name. The old man slowly opened his eyes and called out to the passing cell boss.

"I don't have to give Lao Gu food today. ”

"You crazy monk, I remember that you were here when I was a child, and I don't know how many years you lived, how much food you wasted, why don't you want steamed buns today?" the old man shouted.

"Today is the day of the old man's death. ”

"Hahahaha, okay, come on, add two steamed buns to this old guy, and then two vegetarian dishes. The cell boss yelled at his subordinates, and then looked at the old monk, "Don't say that I don't take care of you, but if you don't die today, I will beat you tomorrow, hmph, crazy monk." ”

Not long after, when the food was served, the cell boss found that the mad monk was cleaning the cell, tidying up the scattered grass and carefully sweeping the dust on the ground with his sleeves.

"Crazy monk, what are you doing?"

"There will be a visit tonight. ”

"Hahahaha, you crazy monk is getting more and more interesting, I'm afraid you've been in this prison for fifty or sixty years, even if your grandson is afraid that he won't survive at this time, there are still people who come to see you, I think you're really crazy. The cell boss watched with interest as the old monk tidied up the room, but saw his subordinates running in a panic and beckoning to him.

"What's the frizz?" displeased the cell boss.

"Emperor, Emperor Lin, fellow traveler Bai Xiang, Qingcheng National Teacher. The little soldier said with a dry throat and a shudder.

"Are you serious?!" the cell boss glared angrily, grabbed the man and asked.

"There is no lie. ”

The cell leader's legs were weak, and he almost fell to the ground, and the big man who couldn't think of it in his life came, coming to the cell?

"Help me out and kneel down to greet me. ”

"No need!" said a mighty soldier in battle armor in a loud voice, "Hurry down." ”

After a stick of incense, there were three more old women and four chairs in the old monk's cell.

"Muddy life, did not check the master's proverbs, old and dying, Fang Wu Master West Lake's actions, I hope the master will forgive me. The old woman in the middle of the three bowed slightly, and then sat down slowly.

"I've seen the master. The rest of the two old women all bowed solemnly.

"Stand up!" the old monk didn't know where he got the strength to burst out. Hearing this, the soldiers guarding in the distance trembled.

The three old women had been in high positions for many years, and no one dared to scold them like this, and just when everyone thought that these three big men were going to be angry, the three of them stood up with each other and motioned for their subordinates to take away the chairs.

"Why sit?" said the old monk.

"The three of us are past the age of one..."

"Old age and decay, if you don't sit, you will get tired, you will become sick for a long time, you will die of illness, but life is not the beginning, death is not the end, the red dust is a dream, everything is empty, you still can't see through it?"

"Master forgiveness. ”

"The three of us know that our time is short, and we have been repeatedly caught in terrible dreams in recent nights, and when we get together, we find that the three of us have seen the same thing in our dreams. Recalling the words of the master on the shore of the West Lake, I seem to have an understanding, but I don't understand its meaning. ”

"All living beings say that they are blissful and want to live forever. As everyone knows, this is the mighty man who spreads the sky as a lock, paints the ground as a prison, and leads all living beings to dream of a fairyland. The old monk repeated what he had said.

This once crazy talk sounded to the three old women again, but it was deeply reasonable.

"The Master has woken up. ”

"The old man never dreamed. ”

"So many years ago, why did the master say that he wanted to close his eyes?"

"Just so that more people can wake up, waiting is one of them, and it is the hope of all beings to wake up. ”

"The master knows that we will be visiting today?"

"The old man has been waiting for many years. I want to give a gift to three of you. ”

"Why didn't the master give it to me back then?"

"If you don't enter the red dust, how can you be detached? If you don't experience dreams, how can you talk about waking up! Today, the old man will wait for this life as a kind to lead the three of you to wake up!"

Soon after, the old monk sat down and closed his eyes peacefully in the gloomy prison.

But at the moment when the old monk left, the three old ladies reversed time and gradually regained their youth, as if returning to the night of the West Lake decades ago. When the youth returned, the red face was still the same, and everyone in the prison regarded it as a miracle and kowtowed and chanted.

"I will light a lotus lantern on the shore of the West Lake to lead you back to the next life. Ji Konglian knelt down in front of the old monk reverently and said slowly. "In this world, we already know that the two younger sisters, their respective paths, have been decided?"

Qingcheng rainy day and white drops solemnly looked at the sky.

The sound of Buddha surrounds the wall,

It's hard to get rid of,

Lust is subject to the desire to know what to do.

I still stay after all living beings,

Can't see through,

A wisp of Bodhi.

Frowning and crunching,

Red dust is wrong,

He Yue whispered softly.

Sleep forever and become a demon,

Seemingly uninterrupted,

Reincarnation hell.

Ye Qingmian turned his head slightly, looked at the old tree that Hua Zhi said, and for some reason had a creepy feeling, and faintly felt that there seemed to be an axe mark there.