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"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. ”

Good poetry, good poetry.

I stood in the middle of the ice and snow, looking at the silvery white mountain scenery with overlapping dead branches and scattered silence, and I had words on my lips.

Ye Dingxi was wearing a gray-black knee-length windbreaker, with a long body, fine short hair flying in the wind, and his dark pupils reflecting the silver mountain and snow trees, which became a beautiful scenery in his own right.

I looked at him, and then at myself, and I couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved.

"Big brother, I finally came to the world, what did you do to wrap me into a ball?"

At this moment, I was wrapped from head to toe in a tight, plush hat, a thick and heavy padded jacket, a scarf and a mask covering most of my face, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and a pair of snow boots appeared, and I felt that I didn't have to walk at all.

The instigator swept over and said with a faint smile: "Aren't you afraid of the cold?"

I know, this guy must have done it on purpose!

"Are you afraid that the little monk on the mountain will be overwhelmed by my beauty?"

"Who can see you but me?"

“......”

Sure enough, it's a bad taste of all evil!

I was so proud that I turned my head to leave, but suddenly I caught a glimpse of a small black dot looming on an icy lake not far away.

"Lonely Boat!"

I was excited to point to the black dots.

Ye Dingxi looked at it and saw it again and again, and then tapped his chin for a while, "Go over and take a look." ”

Crossing a glacial lake is an extremely difficult process.

My boots were bulky, and my whole body was even more constrained, so I couldn't let go of my steps, and I fell down in a dog-like posture several times, and I was able to roll around my bones or two.

"Phew!"

I spit out a mouth full of snow ballast, pulled off my scarf and mask, and stuffed it into Ye Dingxi's arms.

"To you, to you, all to you!"

I threw two more pieces of clothing in a row, leaving only a white turtleneck sweater, and I immediately felt refreshed.

"Isn't it cold?" Ye Dingxi asked, holding his arms full of cold equipment.

I gritted my teeth that couldn't stop chattering, and looked resolute: "It's not cold!"

What is the temperature, the demeanor is the most important!

I'm going up the mountain to see the good-looking little monk, what does it look like to climb with a roll!

"That's good. ”

Ye Dingxi didn't say much, sorted out the clothes in his arms, and put the red cashmere scarf around his neck by the way.

Not to mention, this man can afford this color, very good-looking!

"Let's go!" he said, gesturing in the direction of Demoiselle.

I nodded, glanced at the scarf with a nostalgic look, and then turned away.

When we walked to the side of the Demoiselle, we realized that it was an old monk with a wrinkled face and a gray beard.

In the ice and snow, the monk only wore a thin coat, a hat on his head, a cloak on his body, and closed his eyes to fish.

"He's fishing. ”

I pointed to a small hole in the ice that had been carved out.

It was about the size of four fists, and I don't know what it was used to cut through, and the shape was very irregular, and a light yellow slender bamboo pole was tied with a fishing line and hung over the ice hole.

Ye Dingxi didn't speak, and looked quietly for a while, as if he didn't want to disturb the monk.

"You see he's in a basket, and he doesn't have a single fish, do you know what it's called?"

I deliberately sold it.

Ye Dingxi didn't speak, and his eyes motioned for me to continue.

I squinted, shook my head and said: "He is contemplating Buddhism, Buddhism has clouds: sitting and Zen, walking and Zen, a flower and a world, a leaf and a come, this fishing seems to be fishing, but in fact it is not fishing, but a very deep practice!"

Before he could finish speaking, Demoiselle suddenly turned his face to look at me.

"This benefactor, the poor monk is fishing. ”

Ahh?!!!h

My eyes were about to fall out, and I took two steps forward and shook my head in front of him.

"Master, can you see me?!"

"The donor came from the other side of the ice lake, slipped and fell thirteen times, knocked down three times, and rolled 3,927 times. ”

Hiss!

A breath of cold air poured into my stomach, and I was instantly clear.

"Master, you're too inattentive to fishing, no wonder you haven't caught a single fish!"

"Huh. ”

The old monk laughed three times and said: "If the fish does not take the bait, it is the will of the fish, and the poor monk fishes is the will of the poor monk, and the two are not related and do not conflict." ”

Belch?

This monk is really interesting.

I rolled my eyes and asked, "If you can see me, do you know who I am?"

"I don't know. ”

"I really don't know?!"

"Monks don't speak. ”

The old monk looked at me with a smile.

Why do you know that I am a ghost, but you can see me?

I was puzzled, and then pointed at Ye Dingxi and asked, "What about him?"

"The poor monk had a relationship with this benefactor. The old monk smiled and nodded.

Ye Dingxi clasped his hands together, bowed, and said with a smile: "Master Desheng, don't come to harm." ”

"After a long time, the donor is as happy as the first time, which is rare. ”

Master Desheng is meaningful.

As first seen?

I didn't understand what I heard, and I vaguely felt that Master Desheng had something to say, but it was difficult to ask.

On the side, Ye Dingxi said first: "Master, we want to go to a Zen temple, I don't know if we can lead the way?"

Master Desheng bowed his head, retracted the fishing rod, lifted the basket, and walked straight in one direction.

We followed him, clearly setting off together, but we were quickly thrown away for some distance, two or three times in between, and although Master Desheng did not look back, he stopped and waited for a moment.

"The ice and snow roads are slippery, how can he walk on the ground?"

I couldn't help but ask.

Ye Dingxi changed the scarf to my neck, smiled and shook his head: "Maybe I'm used to it." ”

"Do you guess how old Master Sheng is?" I shrank half of my face into the softness that lingered in the warmth.

"It should be younger than you. ”

“......”

I almost fell on my head.

Ahead, Master Desheng suddenly stopped, looked back at us and smiled: "What Master Ye said is extremely true. ”

Boom!

Lean east, hit the street!

After a lot of hardships, we finally came to the mountain gate.

The winding staircase was swept clean, and several worshippers walked down with each other's support.

When they saw Master Desheng, they stopped and saluted, both men and women, young and old, with an extremely pious and deferential attitude.

Master Desheng is always smiling and patiently listening to everyone's incurable problems and answering their questions.

One of the women was holding the baby in her arms, and for some reason she couldn't stop crying, but Master Desheng took it and hugged it, and touched the child's head, and the little one burst into tears and laughed, and the woman's family bowed and thanked them.

Master Desheng is still the same light and breezy appearance.

I watched from the side for a moment, and secretly poked the people around me with my elbow.

"Look, Master Desheng is very popular!"

"He is the abbot of a Zen temple. ”

"No wonder. ”

I muttered thoughtfully, "But it's snowing heavily, why do you all seem to be in a good mood?"