In the depths of Changbai Mountain, the bluestone is fine, and the people are inaccessible, but there is such a temple. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There is an old monk in the temple called Qingle, who guards the empty temple alone, I don't know how many years the temple is, and I don't know how old the old monk is. It's just that the temple walls are mottled and the door buckles are covered with patina. The old monk has white temples and white beards over his chest, sitting on a stone bench facing the stone table, an ancient peach tree next to the table, at this time in the spring season, the pink peach blossoms reflect the ancient courtyard.

There are two stone benches next to the stone table, the master sits on one, no one has sat on the stone bench opposite for a long time, the master still wipes it every day, and contemplates the empty stone bench every day, he may be facing nothingness, but it is like facing the whole mountain.

There is no time in the mountains, and Master Qingle has forgotten how long it has been. Maybe a few decades, maybe a hundred years, every inch of land here has been imprinted in my heart. On the bluestone table, a chessboard is deeply played, and the master learns the way of chess here every day, letting the flowers bloom and fall, regardless of winter or spring. Decades are like a day, a hundred years are like a day, ignore the vulgar and elegant, do not attach to the world, a person plays a game of chess, a person guards a mountain, a pure land and a pure land, a little bliss between right and wrong, the master is the world and the earth, and the enlightenment is the truth of Buddhism.

Today there was a child in the temple, probably only five or six years old. Sitting on the stone bench opposite the master, he looked at the master with a smile, and the master also looked at the child with a smile.

The chess on the table has reached the endgame, and the child is already in control, and there is only one chance left to block the enemy's chess path.

The master grabbed the horse with his fingers and took a step back, while limping the child's legs.

The child was in a hurry, he didn't want to drag it out, his big eyes flickered and flickered at the master's commander, always thinking about how to general, his hand touched the car and pushed again, the offensive was obvious, and it worked.

The master took a step back, his kind face was always smiling, and it was interesting to watch the emotional changes on the child's face, after all these years, he seemed to have no memory of what it was like to play chess with others, and today a child suddenly came and made the whole temple look new. Today, the child has won two games, and this third game is also in hand, and the child is very familiar with it.

However, he thought about this step for a long time, and Jiugongqian was a little at a loss, "Which step to take?" ”

The child hesitated, and at this time a spring breeze with residual flowers blew on the child's face, drying the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and the two small eyebrows were twisted together, thinking about the wind and this chess.

The Han realm of the Chu River silently divides two ravines, interpreting the sustenance of thousands of years.

Generation after generation, reincarnated in the two-foot square game, just like the turbulent waterfall and spring water in the mountains, the fallen leaves under the feet return to the roots, and the inheritance of white beards and children's hair. The master twisted his beard, his eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile, pinched the fallen peach blossoms from the chess, and scattered them in the wind.

The child had an idea, and he no longer hesitated to be a general.

"General!" The child's immature voice shouted.

The master then took a step away.

The child suddenly laughed, and the small dimples on his face were sunken: "I'll do it again!" ”

The master took another step back.

"General again! Old monk, you lost! The child looked up and said proudly.

The coach was sealed in the ninth palace, there was no way out, and he lost.

The master nodded, smiling silently.

The kid said why are you so stupid when you play chess, I have won three games against you!

The master packed up the chess pieces, and the stone chess pieces jingled: "Then do you know why you can win me?" ”

"Because I'm smarter than you~" The child said without even opening his mouth.

The master laughed out loud and touched the child's head kindly: "Since you are so smart, can you read the words on the plaque on the door?" ”

The child jumped off the stone bench and ran to the front of the temple to look up at the four words: supreme coolness.

The master waited silently behind him for a long time.

The child stood for a long time.

A few swallows under the eaves are flying murmuring, sometimes flying slightly low, sometimes pulling out the air and high Xuan, the spring breeze blows the swallows squeak twice, the peach blossoms that blow are rolled up in the wind, and then scattered in all corners of the courtyard, the wind in the mountains is mixed with the fog in the clouds, mixed with the water vapor of the mountain stream, lingering in the smoke of the mountain farmers......

The child looked at the four big square words, the font was thick and heavy, the handwriting was just and majestic, but it was uninhibited, quite unrestrained, carefree and carefree, just like a unruly hero drunk and shook the pen.

The child said I couldn't read......

The master did not speak, he wanted to continue listening.

"But I think these four words look so comfortable, and I feel something in my heart...... But I ...... I ....... I wanted to say it but couldn't, I don't know if it's right...... Old monk, I was wrong just now...... I'm not smart at all! The child turned his head and saw that the old monk had been behind him, and his smile did not change.

"Say what you think in your heart, although you can't read, maybe your words are what I want to hear the most."

The child turned around in place, looked at the scenery in the courtyard, and finally faced the four words.

These four words make me think of the swallows, the wind in the mountains, the mountain waterfalls, the springs, the trees, the flowers, and the peach tree, those peach blossoms, and the old monk you, and ...... The chess ...... on the table."

"It makes me so happy, I think...... Let these mountain things stay with me for the rest of my life. ”

The child thinks something in his head and stops talking.

The master sighed: "Only children who have not been in the world, and old men who have seen through the red dust, like these things, it's just that......"

The child said I should go home, old monk.

The master was a little strange: "There are no people in a radius of dozens of miles here, how did you come here?" ”

The child looked at the sun in the west and said, "My mother is seriously ill, and my father can only collect medicine all over the mountain to treat my mother's illness. ”

The master's eyebrows were lowered, and he said regretfully: "A person's life is determined by heaven, and the old monk will burn incense and pray for your mother in front of the Buddha." Do you know what disease your mother is suffering from and what herbs your father is looking for? ”

"No one knows what kind of disease my mother has, the big hospitals have gone, and the home remedies have been tried, but I can't find out, I heard that only the wild black reishi in the mountains can save my mother, my father went to a few mountains, but he didn't find it, but my mother is dying......," the child said, tears rolled in his eyes, and he was about to cry.

"Poor child, is this the number of days...... the master touched the child's head and said, "Child, no one has come here for decades, and today you and I have no treasures in my temple, only these three things can be given to you, come with me, child." ”