A few people stood behind the narrow shelves, there was still a lot of dust in it, they tossed it all the way, everyone was discouraged, Wan Qian fanned the dust with her hands, and retreated out.

"Let's go out and talk, what the hell is going on? How did you end up tied up here? Who did it? ”

"Who did it? Hum. The woman snorted coldly through her nose, "We don't fucking know who did it." A madman. The woman finally came to a conclusion, but Wan Qian guessed that it was fake. However, everyone has privacy, and she is just a passer-by of hers, and Wan Qian is not used to snooping on other people's secrets. The day will break, there will be no fog in the morning, the sun will rise, the mountains will respond, the trees will be green, and the birds will be in full swing. In addition, it is an endless and vast almost empty endless field, mountain road, sparse and deserted people, there is no cooking smoke, even in such a place, people rarely burn wood for cooking, and it is good to use earthen stoves.

The woman had already dusted off her body, but there was no way to hide the wound on her face, and she also went to look in the mirror, and when she looked in the mirror, Wan Qian noticed that the woman's mouth. Her lips were slightly purified, and she was definitely not singing a hymn, she was scolding. But who to scold? She didn't know. Maybe a woman stole another woman's husband, and the two of them are incognito here, not wanting to be found by the eldest wife in the end. Maybe the man stole the woman, and the woman's man came to the door and gave the pair of outlaw mandarin ducks a little color. Anything is possible.

But the only thing she knew for sure was that the man was very good, at least, he didn't drag her into the water.

The woman cleaned up, but lost the interest in making breakfast. Wan Qian remembered that she had a good time with herself last night, and kept her for a few more days, and said that she would get up early the next day to cook a few good dishes for her, Wan Qian thought that she was blessed, but she never expected things to change suddenly.

It was inconvenient for her to stay longer because of the cramped things that had happened in this house, so she got up and said goodbye.

The woman's eyes clearly read, "It's okay to say goodbye." ”

There was no retention.

Wan Qian understands, not to mention that she is just a passerby. Life is in a hurry, sometimes everything really needs to be seen by yourself, and there are actually traces of gain and loss, and there must be a source. Seeing through this layer, if you don't move, it is not unexpected.

Wan Qian put her bags on her back, and went on the road alone, she took a deep breath when she went out, the road ahead was long, and she didn't know where the end would be. Maybe the next stop, maybe it's always the end. But what is forever? She tightened her gear, took a step, and looked up, the sun rose a little higher, and the distant trees were steaming and mist, and from a distance it looked like smoke. When she first went deep into the hinterland of Sichuan and Tibet, she really thought that there was smoke coming out of the mountain, similar to cooking smoke, or some forest fire somewhere. Later, a local told her that it was not smoke. The forest is steaming and looks cloudy, and of course outsiders can't understand these landscapes.

There are some customs in life, and it can be seen how important it is to understand.

When I went out far, I came across another small shop, similar to a hostel. The façade is not big, and there are no rich people inside, all of them are excited, and they are mixed with one

Face tiredness. This is another skill that Wan Qian has practiced since she went on the road, she likes to look at the faces of all kinds of people, guess the destination and purpose of their trip, at first she always guessed wrong, for example, she once saw a girl, also hiking alone, Wan Qian guessed that she must have been emotionally traumatized, but she did not expect that she went to Tibet to become a monk.

The girl is very beautiful, she is tall, with a long figure, and there is material on her chest, in such a way, her skin is still remarkable, her eyes are big, her eyelashes are very long, curved like a crescent moon, and those eyes are just like a clear spring, the bridge of her nose is high, and her lips are red. No matter how you look at it, this should be left in the world, bringing disaster to the country and the people, and turning all beings upside down. No, she wants to become a nun.

"Why?" Wan Qian was very curious.

She thought, there must be a reason, think about it, in addition to having something to do with a man, either love but not love, two by two; Either you get it but don't love it, and you hurt it in twos and twos. In addition, she really couldn't think of a girl as good as her, why would she clear the lantern and die like the ancient Buddha?

The girl said that life is like a dream. During the day, I am dreaming, and at night I am dreaming. A big dream, she is the one who wakes up.

So we're all in a dream?

Wan Qian looked at her with a smile. The girl looked at her with a smile. She smiled so beautifully, Wan Qian thought, I am a woman, I am a woman, such a woman is a monk, the loss of a man in the world.

Wan Qian asked, your parents agree?

The girl replied, and her parents agreed. Then my father went up to Mount Wutai, and my mother climbed the Golden Dome of Emei, saying that Mount Wutai is the dojo of Manjushri Bodhisattva, and the Golden Dome of Emei is the holy place of Fuxian Bodhisattva. What about her? She went to Tibet alone, first to worship the Potala Palace, and then settled in the Five Ming Buddhist Academy.

The girl told her about the eight hardships of life and what it was.

"That's what the hell is it." Wan Qian thought, in fact, everything the girl said seemed to be understood, which sentence was inexplicable, and which sentence made her in a trance inexplicably. She looked at the girl and burst into tears. Reach out and hold her hand, soft as milk, hair like silk. There is a beautiful woman lost in the world, but there is another monk in other places. According to what the girl said, the great virtue of the monk feels the world and can transform one side. Wan Qian suddenly wanted to tell her, take me with me, and wash my dirty heart in the mortal world in the highest place in the world. Oh no, maybe my heart isn't dirty, but my hands aren't clean after all.

The girl left her the address and contact information.

Of course, there was a small episode during the period, Li shaved his head and caught up, and he listened to the girl talk about Buddhism for a long time. But he didn't say a word, and then Li Shaved his head and said goodbye first, and the girl tilted her head, looking a little strange, and said: This person is similar to your magnetic field.

Wan Qian looked at her and smiled, she had only met him a few times on the road, but she hadn't even greeted each other, that person hadn't looked at Wan Qian, and Wan Qian hadn't looked at him directly. Just like strangers passing us by in the vast sea of people, for a second, we forget each other's faces, only know that there are people, what is the surname, who is the name, and what is the origin of the person, is not what we care about.

"Will you regret it?" Before parting, Wan Qian asked the girl.

The girl smiled, "Regret what?" Besides, regretting it or not is a matter of the future. People have to live in the moment. ”

But Buddhism allows people to cultivate future lives.

"It's not." The girl bowed her head and packed her things. "Buddhism is about liberation. Liberation from this life and the next life is not a problem. There is no liberation, and this life and the next life are all reincarnation. ”

Samsara is bitter.

The girl said that reincarnation is suffering. But once she happened to meet a small temple on the Sichuan-Tibet line, went into it and walked around, and saw countless people praying for wealth, health, and prosperity, and no one prayed for good weather. We are all in the pit of desire to be pure and have few desires, to show ourselves and to the Bodhisattva.

Thinking of this, Wan Qian smiled. No wonder the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, maybe the greed on the face of mortals is really unbearable to read.

She turned around and walked out of the temple, and began to wonder if there was a true god in this world who could really give her some degree of salvation, even if it was somehow possible.

Wan Qian also walked with people in three steps and one head, but also met by chance on the road, met a few Tibetan fellows, they wore wooden planks or something, kowtowed to the long head, three steps and a head, walked three steps, crawled on the ground, walked three steps, and then crawled on the ground, according to them, the whole people in Tibet believe in Buddhism, and the Potala Palace is a holy place for countless Tibetans, how to go to worship once in their lives, life is complete.

People have faith and are always worthy of respect.

Wan Qian believed in herself. Later, Li Shaved his head and told her that it was also a kind of faith, some people believed in God, some people believed in Buddhism, and some people believed in Christ Jesus, why can't they believe in themselves?

"But I'm an ordinary person."

Wan Qian said at the time.

"Then be your own god."

Li Shaved his head replied at the time.

At that hostel, Wan Qian met Li Shaved Head. Li shaved his head and came out of the curtain, looking like he had just woken up, the two looked at each other, the man shifted his gaze, and Wan Qian had no reason to waste more time on his face, not to mention that there was no friendship or intersection in the first place. Wan Qian asked for a bowl of noodles, noodles are not cheap, a little more expensive than the first-tier cities in the north, it is said that in the past two years, there have been more people who believe in Buddhism, and there are more people who worship, but the prices on this route have been raised.

Fortunately, the price is not in the particularly outrageous category, although Wan Qian is not a rapid march from morning to now, but it is not easy, not to mention that she didn't eat breakfast, she only relied on compressed biscuits to wrap her stomach, and a bowl of hot noodles was enough to comfort her hunger. Li Shatou sat diagonally opposite him, asked for a plate of cut beef, a bowl of noodles, Wan Qian paid attention to him and did not want to spill, he ate very quickly, did not wait for Wan Qian to finish eating, settled the bill, the two sat like that, and then a few young people came in, it seemed that they were walking together, the hostel place was not generous, and the innkeeper came to ask Li Shatou if he would check out for a while.

Li shaved his head and nodded, and the innkeeper asked him if he could move his luggage out now. Li shaved his head and glanced at the young men, turned around and entered the room.

After a while, the things were packed up, and Wan Qian saw Li shaving his head and carrying his bags and settling the bill at the counter. What made Wan Qian feel most strange was that the unknown man in front of her was silent the whole time, even when ordering

Say nothing, and the same goes for checkout. There weren't too many people who interested Wan Qian, and for the first time in many days, she glanced at the man, who had no expression on his face, and didn't meet her gaze.

So Wan Qian was able to calmly watch the man go out of the door.

After a while she was on the road, but she felt tired that day, as if she hadn't slept enough, but she had slept well in the hospitable eldest sister's house the night before.

I don't know about personnel!

Wan Qian is not stupid. There was a sudden flash of lightning in her head, and Wan Qian had never slept so calmly in the past few days, no matter how tired she was. How did you do it last night? She began to recall, and soon her back was covered with beads of sweat, the sun was a little poisonous, and it shone directly on her skin, Wan Qian raised her head and found that the sun could really emit a colorful halo around her, and the sun pierced her eyelids.

Wan Qian found that her chest was a little stuffy, and she was still a little out of breath.

She squinted her eyes as she looked up, took water out of her backpack with her backhand, opened the lid, and took a sip, water is a good thing, it is said that 80% of the human body is liquid.

People are parallel goods, hahaha, Wan Qian thought.

The water ran down her throat and soon reached his stomach, and the cool sensation ironed her down the passage, and the moment the bottle fell, she remembered the last scene before she fell asleep drinking with the woman.

A woman's smiling face, and her eyes. Wan Qian felt that her eyelids were heavy and she couldn't lift them, she wanted to stand up, but found that her whole body was soft.

(End of chapter)