Autumn has sunset, and the bleak wind is dewed.

The vines and grasses are no longer prosperous, and the garden trees are empty and withered.

The clear air is clear, and the heavenly realm is high.

The mourning cicadas did not leave a sound, and the geese whined in the sky.

Thousands of transformations are deduced, and life is not tired.

There are no things since ancient times, and the center of the thought is scorched.

Where to bury the heart, the smoke and rain bridge.

Let's say that after Feng Ziying left the Xu Mansion, she was at a loss, coupled with her extremely weak body, her legs and feet were also infiltrated by the damp and cold air, and she trembled and ached, so she had to move slowly.

Although the Xu Mansion is big, it can't tolerate a strange girl, Feng Ziying saw clearly that day, Xu Xianglin and his father Xu Zhao seem to have a discord, if she stays any longer, maybe there will be some mess, but before she can leave, she was kicked out by Xu Zhaoqiang, what she never expected was that Master Xu accidentally knocked Xu Xianglin unconscious.

Although the sky is pitiful and gives her Luoyang flowers on a frosty autumn night, Feng Ziying is still worried about Xu Xianglin's safety along the way, after all, this matter started because of her, as long as Xu Gongzi is safe and sound, her heart can be steady.

Feng Ziying wanted to leave Wushu County, but she didn't want to leave at this time, she was doing it, but her heart was staying, and before she knew it, she didn't even know where she was going.

Looking up, it is also fate, Feng Ziying actually walked to the mountain forest again, the autumn wind is whining, the jackdaw is no more, and the residual leaves are falling like rain.

She came back to her senses, and then she suddenly felt pain in her legs and feet, and sat down leaning on an arbor, wrapped in her coat, and cannibalized herself with stove cakes, perhaps too sleepy, and she gradually fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how many hours later, Feng Ziying vaguely felt that someone was talking to her, patting her on the shoulder, she woke up from her sleep, and suddenly found an old man standing in front of her, holding a wine gourd in one hand, stroking his beard and laughing.

"Little lady, why are you here?" The old man took a sip of wine as he spoke, staggered, but also stood firmly, "Look at your pale face and purple lips, what is your illness?" Feng Ziying didn't speak, and the old man looked at it for a moment and asked.

"The little girl passed by here, leaning on the tree to rest under fatigue, but unexpectedly blocked Ah Weng's way, I hope to forgive me."

"Why did the little lady say this, in this barren mountain and wilderness, where is there a way, where is there a road."

"Why is Aung here?"

"I, the sky is the cover, the earth is the house, the idle clouds and wild cranes are the companions, the wine is the food, there is no concern, but I am a comfortable idler!" Feng Ziying's eyes were lonely, and she said: "If you can be as carefree as Ah Weng, it can be regarded as a great blessing in life." As soon as she said that, her leg stabbed violently, and she was about to fall, but the old man hurriedly stepped forward to help her.

"The little lady is very familiar, as if she has seen it somewhere."

"Ah Weng Mo wants to laugh, you and I met for the first time, how could we have met?"

The old man's eyes were in a trance, he shook his head, looked at it carefully for a long time, and said with a smile: "Oh, aren't you the girl who lived in Xu Mansion a few days ago~"

Feng Ziying was stunned for a moment, coughing in her throat: "Ah Weng... How do you know? The old man took over: "The son of the Xu family is kind and benevolent, it was he who asked me to go to the house to diagnose and prescribe a prescription for you, so that I could save my life, if it is a few hours later, I am afraid that now you and I will not have the opportunity to speak." ”

Feng Ziying listened, her eyes were full of tears, and she turned her back and sobbed in a low voice: "It turns out that Ah Weng is Liang Gong, the grace of saving his life, and he will definitely return the grass, but because of me, Xiang Lin he... His fate is uncertain..."

Liang Yong heard that he was half awake from the wine, thinking about how this Xu Gongzi was fine a few days ago, why he was going to live and die now, and under interrogation, Feng Ziying told Liang Yong the ins and outs of the matter.

"Fortunately, Luoyang anthers, according to what you said, Xu Gongzi is still saved, so I will rush to Xu's mansion." Liang Yong was in a hurry, just took a few steps, turned around and patted his head: "Little lady, this barren mountain and wilderness should not stay for a long time, follow this path to the end, there is a big road, go to the northwest, it will take less than half an hour to arrive at Jinling, there is a Shuanglin Temple there, or you can settle down." ”

"The little lady is not healed and needs to recuperate urgently, when I see that Xu Gongzi is fine, I will go to Shuanglin Temple to find you." Liang Yong muttered and sighed in his mouth and rushed to Xu's mansion.

Feng Ziying watched Liang Yong go away, so she wrapped her clothes and went to Shuanglin Temple, but now, there is nowhere to go, she seems to be used to this kind of wandering days.

There is a mountain in the northwest direction of Jinling in Wushu County, the name is Yunhuang Mountain, Shuanglin Temple is built on the mountainside of Yunhuang Mountain, there is a relics pagoda on the top of the mountain, towering into the clouds, the sky is alone, being in the Buddha hall, you can see the spire of the relics pagoda from afar, pointing to the vastness.

Feng Ziying asked Xie passers-by, limped up Yunhuang Mountain, the mountain is steep, during which the stone road is twisted and turned, she walked and rested, and it took a lot of effort to climb halfway up the mountainside, the damp and cold air between the mountainside was even stronger, only to feel that the chest was dull, and it was difficult to breathe.

The day is foggy, the whole Yunhuang Mountain is full of clouds and mist, just like a fairyland, Shuanglin Temple plays in the clouds and mist, looming, ethereal nothingness, it can really be said that the grass is ruined and the flowers are Xie Huangqiu Temple, and the clouds and fog dream east fence.

"Donor, but do you want to go to the temple to worship the Buddha?" Feng Ziying climbed many mountain roads, and saw that the temple gate was in front of her, but this leg and foot did not obey the call, and at this time, a little monk and nun walked out of the temple gate, cleaned the courtyard gate, and inadvertently found her.

"This is Shuanglin Temple?"

"Exactly." The little monk hugged Feng Ziying and entered the temple gate, "Where did the donor come from?" Why is this the case? Feng Ziying looked at the majestic and magnificent main hall and said: "From the heart, from the heart." ”

"Wait for the donor to worship my Buddha and invite the hall to rest." Feng Ziying knelt nine times and kowtowed, burned incense and prayed, and after the salute, he went to the guest hall with the little monk to rest.

Feng Ziying had eaten fast, groomed in the mirror, she looked at herself in the mirror, like a begging flower child, with a dirty face, ragged clothes, red and swollen eyes were confused and dim, the corners of her mouth trembled, she wanted to cry but still held back.

Feng Ziying was born innocent and spiritual, although her appearance cannot be called a country and a city, but her simple, innocent, good and smart eyes are enough to attract people's hearts and attract people's admiration.

The next day, at about the hour of touching, before dawn, I heard bursts of chanting from the main hall of the temple, Feng Ziying was so worried that he was not sleepy, and this noise was even more difficult to sleep.

She got up and put on her clothes and walked out of the guest hall, hiding outside the door of the main hall, only to see a hundred and ten monks sitting in the hall, chanting Buddhist scriptures, one Buddha and one person, one recitation and one cultivation, Feng Ziying deeply felt a pure heart and pure Dharma atmosphere.

"Donor, I'll send you some vegetarian soup." It was the little monk from yesterday again, born white and intelligent, full of kindness, Feng Ziying slept and wanted to go out to breathe, and just happened to bump into him.

"When I first came to your temple, there was a lot of trouble."

"Where, yesterday I saw the donor, and told Uncle Vena the reason, it was Uncle Wei who ordered the little monk to stay here, you can recuperate with peace of mind, wait for your body to be better, and go and stay by the donor."

"Dare to ask what Master is called?"

"The little monk's surname is Fu Mingxi, the word Xuanfeng, the number is good and wise, and he was enlightened by the ancestor of Bodhidharma in the morning, and he devoted himself to cultivating Buddhism, escaped into the empty door, and then came to this temple to enlighten and participate in Zen."

"I see, Shuanglin Temple is quiet and quiet, the master does more good thoughts, stays here, and gives away food and tea, so if it continues, it will be a positive result."

"My Buddha is compassionate... Why is the benefactor's face full of sorrow and his eyes full of sorrow? ”

Feng Ziying got up slowly and approached the window, it was noon, and the warm sun shone into the guest hall: "The warm sun has light, but there is no light in my heart, and I am sad and miserable." ”

"If the heart is peaceful, you can give birth to lotus step by step, the heart is clear and all is clear, the heart is turbid and all dark, the heart is obsessed with all the confusion, and the heart understands all Zen. Only by letting go of ignorance and attachment, resentment and hatred, can the benefactor be liberated and become Bodhi. ”

"I am a female guest in the world, how can I be as enlightened as Master."

"The Dharma returns to the heart, originates from the heart, and ends in the heart."

Above the guest hall, the little monks and nuns talked to Feng Ziying, talking about the way of Buddhism, Feng Ziying was deeply affected, and temporarily put down the distracting thoughts in his heart, and participated in Zen and enlightenment every day, and the days were much cleaner.

One day, the little monks and nuns brought a meal as usual, but they saw a few lines of poetry on the wall of the guest hall inexplicably, saying: The fate of acquaintance is determined, and Er'er is ambitious. Please come in to the corridor to welcome you, and see you when the morning bell is dusk.

"The poem on the wall was written by the benefactor?"

"Master must not blame, there is nowhere to say the words of our daughter's feelings, so I write a poem on the wall, if this is a loss of Buddhist etiquette, my daughter will erase this shallow and crooked poem."

"It's okay, the little monk reads this poem, but he feels that the donor's heart is not pure, and there are also distracting thoughts, but fortunately, the heart is out, or you can empty everything and meditate on your nature."

"Thank you, Master, for your enlightenment."

Feng Ziying was reading the Buddhist scriptures on her mouth, but she still couldn't let go of Xu Xianglin in her heart, several days passed, and she still didn't hear his news, and she didn't see Liang Yong come to tell her, Feng Ziying was anxious, and wandered in front of the temple every day, but every time she returned depressed.