On the cliff wall of Heng Mountain, in the hanging temple, the little monk slowly walked out of the temple with a wheelchair. He looked at the emaciated old monk in the wheelchair and said, "Master, where are we going?" ”

"North and South, up the mountain."

"Oh, oh." The little monk is not tall, not much taller than a wheelchair.

"Stop."

"Master, what's wrong?"

Seeing that there was still some flesh on the old monk's body, the withered hand stretched out, touched the withered rock formation, and said, "North and South, wait for you to take a good look." ”

"What are you looking at, Master?" The plank road is a little narrow, only one person can see the width, and if you take a step outside, it is a cliff. However, the little monk went down and up the mountain, and he was used to carrying water and cooking, so he didn't have such worries. He was even more curious about what the old monk said.

The rock wall began to tremble slightly, and then, with a bang, the rock formation began to fall off. The little monk's pupils shrank, and he wanted to push the old monk back into the temple. "Master, run, the mountain is about to collapse."

"Don't move, just watch." The old monk's voice was a little weak.

This crack is beginning to fall off. Slowly, like the sunrise, the mountains burst into golden light. The little monk wittily put his head on the wheelchair, covered his eyes with his hands, and shouted, "Master, I can't open my eyes." ”

The golden light gradually dimmed. After a while, he opened his eyes under the reminder of the old monk. On the plank road, looking along the way, there are stone monuments, which are carved on the edge of the mountain.

The little monk retracted his eyes, was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Master, let me look at the stone tablet?" The old monk's robe was covered with a layer of lime, and he nodded weakly. "Go ahead." You can watch as much as you can. ”

"Oh." The little monk picked up two stones and put them on the back of the wheelchair. lest as soon as you let go, the wheelchair will fall. But. The question comes again, the monument is in front, he is still behind the wheelchair, how to get there. The plank road didn't have enough width for him to go around. "Oh, Master, you can't cross the north and south."

The old monk sighed and said, "Stupid." Aren't you going to push the teacher to the front and come back to see it yourself? ”

"yes, Nanbei is too stupid." The little monk took five or six steps forward. He stuck two more stones under the wheels, and grinned: "In this way, Master retreats, and the north and south can still help Master carry it, it's good." ”

The old monk waved the Buddha beads in his hand, shook his head and sighed again, "Look at it." ”

"Oh."

The little monk took a few steps back, very close to the stele.

"North, South, you have to look carefully. Otherwise, you won't be able to do it. If you don't have the skills, you should never think about things that you don't deserve. ”

The stupid Nanbei asked again: "Master, what is undeserved?" His face became more respectful.

"What you don't deserve is something that you don't have to think about by your ability." The old monk scolded very seriously.

"And what if the east and west are important to the north and the south?" This was the first time he asked the old monk rhetorically.

The old monk turned his back to the little monk. He was stunned for a moment, then sighed, and looked a little decadently at the sky in the distance where only red glow remained. said: "Then hide it in the bottom of your heart forever, and go when you have the ability." ”

The evening breeze blows lightly. The little monk sat down. He was ready to feel the inscription. Those things, for him. Something important. This is what his master told him.

"At the beginning of autumn, I watched the leaves fall, green and yellow. This meaning is desolate, I look at it and feel it, so I engrave the tablet and record it. ”

Nanbei stood up and said a little sadly: "Master, I don't want to look at them slowly piece by piece, can I finish reading them." ”

"Whatever you want."

The little monk pushed the wheelchair and walked slowly to the front.

"One day, I will be like a bird, soaring into the sky, and I will record it."

"Meeting with friends in Hanhai, reminiscing about the past, it has been a hundred years, and life can be several hundred years."

……

"It's been more than 200 years. The path to the great consummation of the Tao is long, how difficult it is! ”

"The light of the Buddha reappears, I look at it. A pinch of loess, the morning hears the road, and the evening can die! Xi can die too! ”

The little monk saw the monument and felt a little depressed.

"Master, Nanbei doesn't want to see it."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I'm a little sad."

"If you're sad, cry out and keep watching!"

What is recorded above may be a record of the state of mind of a certain powerful person when he preached. The north and south can feel the Top Gun of that person from the stone stele. And just after that, there was a slight change in the mood of the burned text, and I began to sigh a little and feel a little powerless.

This stele is the process of this predecessor's preaching.

Although it was only a few words, the north and the south concluded that more than 200 years of preaching ended up in a sad and miserable end. For some reason, the north and the south wept, like old friends meeting each other, and they were already separated by yin and yang, and they wept.

There is also the last stone stele, but the steps of the north and south can't be taken anywhere. He was waiting, waiting for himself to take that step. He wanted to see whether the last monument was a regret left by the old man, or whether it would be a long time to break through the wind and waves, and it would be the end of the clouds and sails. But I don't want to watch it, I'm afraid that it will end up with a tragic ending, and I can't stand it.

This is a mystery left by the old man to posterity, and it is also his own final destination. It's just that the north and the south are thinking, why should this inscription be left for people to see?

He pressed the wheelchair against the stone again, turned his head to himself, and returned to the first stone tablet, and then slowly looked up again.

"At the beginning of autumn, I watched the leaves fall, green and yellow. This meaning is desolate, I look at it and feel it, so I engrave the tablet and record it. ”

"One day, I will be like a bird, soaring into the sky, and I will record it."

"Meeting with friends in Hanhai, reminiscing about the past, it has been a hundred years, and life can be several hundred years."

……

"It's been more than 200 years. The path to the great consummation of the Tao is long, how difficult it is! ”

"The light of the Buddha reappears, I look at it. A pinch of loess, the morning hears the road, and the evening can die! Xi can die too! ”

The north and south finally stopped over there, looking at the last sentence carefully, maybe the old man had already anticipated his end, and in the face of the mysterious Buddha light, he sent out the last sigh and sustenance.

Wandering north and south in front of the last monument, a little hesitant, as if it was difficult to take that step. He suddenly remembered what the old monk had said to him. If you can't get it, don't think about it, hide it in your heart.

He sat down, but after a while, he walked back again. The sky was getting dark, but he still didn't dare to look at the last stone tablet. The sky gradually darkened, and Nanbei whispered a few times to the master, but the old monk seemed to be in a state of mind and did not pay attention to him. Motionless in a wheelchair. (To be continued......)