(a)

The eyes of the old monk and my eyes are cast on you. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And you look at the devastation caused by that explosion with the same kind of amazement.

You look at it for a while, then you look up, you look at the old monk, you look at me again.

You laugh a little overwhelmed. You say, "I, I just feel like something is going to happen, and I don't know how to explain it." ”

I feel that the old monk's eyes on you have become soft and kind. I felt like he was looking at his own son.

He looks you up and down.

You feel a little uncomfortable with him. But what makes you even more uncomfortable is that you vaguely feel that something in your heart is responding to it.

I see that you're trying to get out of this state, you're looking for something to say. But you are disturbed so strongly that the nets you pull up are empty. You can't get a word to say.

I can't help but want to help you. So I said, "Uncle, have you burned your feet?" ”

The old monk's eyes were attracted to me.

I didn't look at you, but I felt your light all of a sudden.

Then, I felt the strong distraction that you felt.

For a moment, I felt like this old monk was like our common relative.

I suddenly felt like I knew that look, those wrinkles.

Under the impact of some emotion, I heard myself cry out again: "Uncle." ”

"Call me uncle?" The old monk said to me with squinted eyes. His tone was unexpectedly kind, like an elder's hand caressing my hair.

The voice made my heart skip a beat, and then there was a contraction.

I looked at him in confusion and felt that this question was on my mind. But I don't know what touched me.

That's when I felt your help.

You say over there, "Xinxin, if you can't call the monk uncle, you should call him Master." ”

I look at you. You've recovered. Your voice is filled with sunshine and vitality again.

You followed my words and said, "Master, did you get burned just now?" Sorry, abrupt. ”

The old monk looks at you again. He shook his head slowly and said, "It's not burning." Thank you, donor. ”

Then he looked at the thermos and he said, "I've been using it for many years." It's like when a person gets old, he may suddenly break it at some point. ”

Then, he found a broom in the boiling water room and prepared to clean up the mess on the floor.

You say, "I'll sweep it for you." You're wearing cloth shoes, and the water on the ground is still hot. ”

As you spoke, you took the broom from the old monk's hand and began to sweep it. And the old monk did not give in, and he allowed you to take the broom from his hand.

He keeps watching you while you're sweeping the floor. When his gaze lands on you, you feel the distraction again.

So you say, "Master, how long have you been living here?" I've heard that the monks here have moved out. ”

"It's been more than two years since I came back," replied the old monk, "and that's where I used to become a monk." It was a long time ago. I was just over 6 years old when I became a monk. When I was in the world, my family was poor, I had many children, and I couldn't support myself, so my parents sent me to the temple and gave it to my master. ”

"I've lived here ever since," he said. Later, the monks were forced to leave, and I was arranged to live with my brother in the area where my hometown was located, and worked as a farmer for a while. My brothers wanted to start a family for me, but I didn't agree. Recently, the policy was reinstated, and the government asked the monks who were willing to come back to come back again, and I came back again. ”

As I listened to you, I suddenly wanted to ask what happened to his master. But after thinking about it, I guess there won't be any happy answers, so, I put up with it for a while and didn't ask.

Strange to say, this old monk seemed to be able to see through what I was thinking. He looked back at me and said, "Little benefactor, you have a good heart." My master didn't want to leave here, so on the eve of the closure of the monastery, he sat down on his own in the meditation room. ”

"Sitting?" I don't understand what those two words mean.

The old monk said: "It means that I have taken the initiative to stop breathing." ”

My face flushed.

At this time, I heard you shake the thermos shell, and you shook all the remaining debris inside and cleaned it up. You sweep all the pieces into a dustpan. Then you say, "The shell is not broken, you can use it again with a bottle." ”

The old monk looked at you again, and he said again, "Thank you." ”

Suddenly, a wordlessness landed among us. The atmosphere began to condense subtly.

On the one hand, I felt something rising in my heart that would bring tears, and on the other hand, I felt that some kind of closure was rapidly frozen.

I feel the same thing happening to you. Even, even, happened to the old monks.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and the glass window of the hot water room moved slightly. A dazzling reflection hits your eyes. You're stabbed and sobered up.

Immediately you realize the present time. You try a little bit and come out of that state again.

You look at me, and you say, "Master, I'll help you bring back another bottle of water." It's getting late, the monastery is closing, and we're going to rush back. ”

The old monk was also brought out of that state by your words.

He smiled at you and said, "No need, thank you for your kindness, although I am old, I can still carry a bottle of water." ”

He said: "The time of the two donors has been delayed. Thank you for your help. ”

The old monk's gaze is still on him. So, again, he kindly says to you, "Let's go." I'm fine. ”

You hesitate for a moment, and then, you say, "Okay, then, we're leaving." Goodbye, Mage. ”

You head out across the courtyard. I said, "Goodbye, Master." ”

Then, I caught up and followed you.

Along the way, I sensed the desire to turn back in your heart. But you have been restraining yourself.

When we were about to reach the exit of the atrium, we suddenly heard an old voice behind us say lovingly: "Donor, if there is a meeting, there will be a parting; Where happiness comes, there will be joy lost; There is life, and there is death. You have to know this truth clearly. Cherish each other's encounters, be together, and do something beneficial. ”

This voice has been drilling into our hearts.

We all turned around.

I saw a yellow-robed figure slowly disappearing into a moon door at the other end of the corridor.

(b)

On that day, when we left the monastery and reboarded the tourist shuttle bus to return to our accommodation, you held the pull tab on the bus and swayed to and fro with the bumps of the car.

I see you burying your head between your arms and looking at the ground.

I'm crowded around you by the crowd.

I watched you silent. I asked, "Are you alright?" ”

You look up at me, and you say, "I don't know what's going on today." It seems to have fallen into some kind of trap. ”

You look out the window and say, "That mage, when he looked at me, my heart was very chaotic and chaotic. ”

I look at you and don't know how I can help you.

When you got out of the car and walked back to your residence, you were still a little reticent.

I thought about it for a moment, and then I thought of a suitable phrase.

I said, "Guidance." ”

You say, "What? ”

I said, "Did you hear what the mage said to us?" ”

He said, "He said, let's be together." ”

You look up at me.

I met your gaze and I said, "He's the first person to say that." ”

I said, "Finally someone says that." ”

A warm current passes through you. It gently rolls you out of that state.

There is a clear light in your eyes. You look at me.

Then you say, "And, do something beneficial." ”

You say, "Yes." Heart, we will cherish the encounter, will be together, and do useful things together. ”

I said, "What is the good thing that the Master said?" ”

You say, "Learn." Learn the truth. Understand. Practical reasoning. ”

You say, "That's what is beneficial." ”

(c)

Many years later, Kaohsiung and I went to that monastery together. It has been renovated and expanded for many years, and it has become quite large. The number of resident monks reached nearly 1,000, and the incense was very vigorous.

Now, of course, all the offices that work in it have moved out.

At the entrance of the temple, the shops selling incense and candles stretch for three streets.

When I went to Kaohsiung and I, I never saw the old monk again, so we went to the guest hall to inquire, and I described the experience of the monk who had been a monk since childhood, and the guest hall said that there were dozens of monks in this situation, and it was still impossible to tell who we wanted to see.

Therefore, I was never able to see the old monk again, and I was never able to explain why when he looked at us, we felt both loving and affectionate and distraught.

So, it ended, like countless trivial things in life, and it just passed.

All the questions were unanswered.

I think that it will be until I become omniscient and omnipotent that all the unclear things in my life will be fully answered. (To be continued.) )