Along the bluestone road in the backyard of the ancient temple, climb to the top of the mountain, you will see a middle-aged monk in a tattered robe, knotted on the seat, closed his eyes and clouds, opened his eyes and scattered, as if the red dust under the mountain is just for him to see.

The monks sat here twenty years ago. At that time, he was just a small monk, rubbing over the top, receiving ordination, wearing a yellow robe, and often going to the bottom of the mountain to make fate. On a snowy night, he knocked on the door of the Qinglou, opened the door, and in the vermilion building, the women all brushed and looked over, and then covered their mouths and snickered.

Gradually, women who had gone through the wind and moon began to come, their eyes flowed, and they were full of laughter, and when they were at a loss, the sound of the pipa stopped, and people turned around to see a girl holding the pipa, she passed through the crowd, her eyes widened, and she said: It's really you.

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That day, the girl gave some broken silver, said something, and when she left, she said: Since you have entered the Buddha Gate, the place of wind and dust, do not come in the future.

After that, she lowered her head, and said that when the old people meet, it is fate, and this song will be sent to you, and the right should be practiced.

Snowflakes are falling, the cold moon is shawl, the little monk is standing on the snow outside the door of the Qinglou, inside is the sheng song and night dance, and a girl with light makeup at the door is gently playing the pipa.

One pluck, one pluck, all the heartstrings are vibrating.

After saying goodbye, he walked barefoot in the snow and returned to the temple. Seeing the abbot with a heavy heart, he asked: Master, what should I do, I found that I was not over.

Master said, "Tell me."

He said, "I remember that when I was wandering, there was a girl who wandered with me. At that time, I always divided most of the food I begged for her, and I remember saying that she wanted me to marry her when she grew up, and I said yes, and gave her a hairpin made of wood as a token of engagement. Later, she learned the piano, I worshipped the Buddha, we each have a place to go, and today we meet again, one is in the Qinglou, and the other is in the temple. Master, on the day I worshipped the Buddha, I said that the red dust is rolling, and the dust is over. But I remember.

When the master heard this, he shook his head: It has nothing to do with the Qinglou Temple, it's just a matter between you and her. Don't be afraid of rumors, you can see if you want, but do you want to worship the church, or do you want to worship the Buddha? The groom, the yellow robe, you have to think about it.

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The girl was overjoyed to see the little monk again, and the head of the Qinglou also felt strange, so he didn't stop him, and let him come every day.

The two are separated by the door, the girl talks about the pipa Qinglou, the wind and dust, he talks about the Buddha Ganges, the life of the Buddha.

In any case, there is a door.

The girl was distressed when she saw him standing outside, and she also invited him into the building, but the little monk said: Step in, and the Buddha's heart will be scattered.

The girl frowned and asked rhetorically: Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, isn't it right?

After the little monk was silent, he folded his hands and said goodbye: But my heart is not empty.

The women in the building knew that the girl liked the little monk, so they all complained about him. Until one day, the head of the matter pulled away the girl, crossed his waist and pointed to the little monk's nose and asked: "You turn into a fate every day, which family have you turned into?" This can have a fart good fate!

She pushed the girl in front of her again: Do you like my girl or not? If you dare to say you like it, I will dare to set her free, if you don't dare, don't come back in the future! Why do you make people sad for you?

In front of everyone's eyes, the little monk moved his mouth, and finally closed his eyes, and only said: The sea of suffering is boundless.

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The little monk wandered until late, returned to the temple, and found that a lot of tea bowls had been smashed in the courtyard, and the abbot was cleaning up while muttering: Fuck, what are the old ladies making trouble with me?

The little monk saw the abbot scolding for the first time, and after asking the reason, he realized that the head of the Qinglou was actually the abbot's sister, who came to make a big fuss because of the girl's affairs, and said that the little monk was only given three days to go to the Qinglou to receive people.

The little monk first asked curiously: How did Master become a monk?

Master shook his head and smiled: I am different from you, I was a wanderer in the first 20 years, and I have also broken a woman's heart and received a woman's slap, but how can I hurt my body and be sad? When he was deeply sinner, he came to become a monk.

"And what did you realize?"

Master sighed: "Being a monk cannot atone for your sins.

Master glanced at it and asked, "What about you, don't you regret it?"

The little monk thought about it, and said: The sea of bitterness is boundless.

So the master sent the little monk to the top of the mountain, saying that this is the place where the successive abbots have crossed the sea of suffering and sat down to become a Buddha, and since you have sat here, you are never allowed to go down the mountain again.

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On the top of the mountain, he closed his eyes, he opened his eyes, the clouds dispersed, and he saw a woman in the green building in the distance, she was happily putting on makeup, her makeup was thick, she wiped it off, re-makeup, the second time, faded, wiped it off again, patted the table angrily, and then quieted down in front of the dresser, looked at herself in the mirror, and began to smirk.

The makeup was finally painted, but the people who were waiting didn't come. Outside the Qinglou, she stood from morning to night, and the women felt sorry for her, scolding the man while sending her back to the boudoir.

Three days later, the girl cried and put on her makeup, and tears flowed down the lute.

The full moon hung high, and she didn't wait for a result.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again, the girl had changed her appearance, her face was like frost, and she was a famous Qingqi person in the south of the Yangtze River. Merry talents, naughty girls, all came to listen to her play a pipa, and everyone who heard it cried. At this time, talented people, young masters, and high-ranking officials came to propose marriage, but they were all rejected one by one. No one knew why, but someone had heard that she was waiting for someone.

He sighed.

After opening her eyes again, the clouds and mist dissipated, and the girl of that year was already in her twilight years. The people who visited her have long since changed from admiration to art, and in the past ten years, she has taught countless girls, and when she listens to the girl's heart, she only comforts and says that "the fate is deep and the shallow are the fate". There is still no one who knows what wonderful Fengyue Field this woman with gray temples has seen, and how she has become alone now.

When he saw this scene, which he had been sitting for 20 years, his heart was turbulent, and he was forcibly pressed down. When I opened my eyes again, the Qinglou was dilapidated, and in the Xiao Suo building, only the old woman who was about to die was left, and occasionally students came to visit and sent gold, silver and jewelry, which she returned one by one.

She was still alone when she died. On the day she knew her destiny, she trembled and moved out of a wooden box that she treasured under the dresser. Take out something and lie back on the bed.

Outside the window, the sky was full of wind and snow, and in the deserted boudoir, an old man held a simple hairpin made of wood in his arms, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and fell into a deep sleep forever.

The monk looked at the hairpin, and finally couldn't help it, and on the top of the mountain, he cried loudly.

Decades ago, there were two homeless children, and the boy took out the hairpin that had been polished for a long time from behind and handed it to the surprised girl.

"Hey. I made this hairpin myself, are we engaged? ”

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Two lines of turbid tears, dripping between the clouds and mist, vanished, and then looked, the mountains and rivers were gone.

Outside the clouds, a Buddhist voice came and asked: Have you figured it out?

The monk said, "Yes."

"Do you regret it?"

Then the monk said, "Yes."

Only when he said this word did he realize that he was still the voice of a teenager. He looked down, neatly dressed and white.

The Master came from behind and said, "But the sea of suffering is boundless."

He bowed down, kowtowed, then got up, looked at the bottom of the mountain, and said slowly: Master, the sea of suffering is boundless, but there is love. I haven't seen the other side for 20 years, only that she is the most dazzling fireworks above the bitter sea. I like her, and the disciple doesn't want to miss it anymore.

Master received his kowtow and said, "The vast majority of people do not have the opportunity to regret it." You have to cherish.

He bowed his head and said, "I am a Buddha with compassion."

In the early morning, the streets and alleys were silent, and the little monk changed his yellow robe, wore a white robe, and knocked on the door of the green building. The women who had been waiting for the news early opened the door, hugged the girl, and stared at the little monk outside the door, suddenly feeling that he seemed to be much more mature.

They asked: Are you ready to decide?

"It's done." The little monk nodded, clasped his hands together, but still said as usual: Turning into a relationship.

The woman's face changed, and the girl with light makeup turned even pale. The boss said angrily, "Bah! Then he slammed the door shut.

The door squeaked open again.

The little monk who had never stepped into the Qinglou stepped in.

He walked through the puzzled women, walked towards the girl, and stayed in front of him, and in the girl's surprised eyes, he firmly took her hand, held it tightly, and smiled softly.

"I'm married."

Selected from the author of Zhihu, greatly ------ swallowing tea and chewing flowers