---- wrote a short story "There Are Fish in the North" that I wrote before-----

1.

Cold.

The second brother took me to swim in the sea, and our boat capsized. This blames me, when I stood at the bow of the boat, I watched a big bird fly by, and I couldn't help jumping excitedly, the boat capsized, and my second brother was already in the sea when I fell into the water.

Ugin sinks in the west, and the ice mist surges.

The second brother said that we were stepping on a fish.

I wrung out my clothes with my claws, and glanced at the vast wilderness in the north wind. Oh, there's a fish at your feet, and I don't believe it.

I shuddered, remembering something. So I took out the wooden slingshot in my arms that was ready to shoot birds, and asked the second brother to sharpen it for me.

He recited the trick several times, but the cold wind blew it away, and it was half an hour before he could easily sharpen the slingshot and hand it to me with immortal magic.

"What are you going to do?" He rubbed his hands together and asked me.

I happily squatted down, found a dry place from under my feet, erected the wood, and said, "Drill wood for fire." ”

The second brother shook the palm of hatred against iron according to my brain: "Can't you just let me use magic to get you a fire!" ”

I was stunned and felt that what the second brother said was right, but the tip of the wood had been screwed into the ground by me-

Then the earth shook and the mountains shook, and the waves were monstrous!

My second brother and I were knocked back into the sea on the ground that had been turned up.

The second brother didn't forget to twist my ears and yell while struggling-

"Did I just tell you he's a fish?!"

Me: "Said ......"

The big fish's tail stirred up thousands of miles of huge waves and approached the middle of the sky, I climbed on the top of the waves hand in hand with the second brother, the second brother was already trembling, I patted him on the shoulder without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and comforted: "It's okay second brother, this wave is a little higher, maybe it can send us back to the sky." ”

The second brother burst into tears and howled sadly: "Send it back to the West Heaven?" ”

"Ah, I don't want to be a monk with the Buddha." I worried.

The second brother touched a handful of tears: "Don't worry, if the Buddha doesn't accept you, he will send you to the Netherworld to prevent future troubles." You go to the West Heaven but go through the motions. ”

"Oh, then I'm relieved."

2.

Unexpectedly, just when my second brother and I were about to touch the edge of the western sky, the big fish vigilantly closed its tail. The waves rolled and sank.

Immediately after that, the big fish that was thousands of miles wide sank to the bottom of the sea, stirring up a blue whirlpool and spreading to the heavens and the earth in an instant.

The second brother was dumbfounded, as if he could stuff an ostrich egg in his mouth. The same is true of me in the eyes of my second brother.

The heavens and the earth were silent for a few seconds.

Suddenly, in the blue whirlpool, thousands of golden flames erupted, and the boiling mist and thunderbolts were bursting. I wiped my face, but I saw that in the reckless mist evoked by the golden fire, a giant bird flapped its wings, its neck was a thousand feet on its back, its eyes were red and its beak was ochre, and its golden claws were clear.

I subconsciously touched into my arms, "Where's my slingshot......"

The second brother kicked me: "If you have the opportunity to knock this Dapeng down, I will follow your surname for the rest of my life!" ”

But...... He seems to have the same surname as me.

The big bird circled majestically around the sky above the North Underworld, and the waves on which my second brother and I stood have already subsided. Just as we were holding hands and preparing to fall into the water again, the big bird hissed and leaned down, and before I could react, I found myself on the bird's back.

I grabbed my side, but I didn't catch the second brother.

In a hurry, I lay down and took a look-

The second brother was in the cold seawater, looking at me with some sadness and indignation in his eyes.

I'm a little desperate - the second brother probably won't take me out to play again in his life. But this big bird chose to fly with me, and it was not something I could control.

At this moment, the cool male voice carried the sassy sea breeze into my ears-

"Fuyao, you're really alive."

I jerked my head back.

3·

There was no one behind me, and when I turned around, I saw the big bird carrying me, with its feathers stretched and shining with golden light.

The clouds are uninhibited, and the wandering is far away. I rubbed my sleeves, and my skirt had been blown dry by the wind, only to realize that it was flying in this direction—about the western sky.

I crawled to the top of his head, hugged a crown feather and stood firmly, only to see the golden light of the Western Heavenly Brahma Realm becoming more and more brilliant, and I panicked: "If the Buddha has to let me be a monk, I will roll under his lotus golden throne to show him!" ”

The big bird trembled, thanks to me holding the crown feather steadily, otherwise it would be worse than the second brother if I fell down.

The cool male voice entered the ears again, with undisguised cheerfulness: "Fuyao, you are still alive, I see you again, the Buddha will not deceive me." ”

I looked around and it was empty.

Suddenly bowed his head, under the crown feathers, the big bird's red eyes were distinct, and tears were rolling.

The wind gathers, and the sea of clouds is reckless. It was as if the eyes had been peeled back from a gray old dream.

Ninety thousand miles in the sky, the sound of Buddha is ethereal and ethereal.

When I came back to my senses, the big bird had already carried me to the Buddha.

I obviously saw the Buddha for the first time, but subconsciously I felt that the Buddha was still the same Buddha as before, with a solemn appearance, but also gentle and compassionate.

Many old dreams struck, and I panicked for a moment and blurted out-

"If you let me be a monk! I'm not going to die! ”

4.

The Buddha smiled, and the Buddha's hand stood solemnly.

I saw the Buddha's light coming from behind him, and suddenly I was a little frightened, and I subconsciously retreated.

Hit the person behind you.

The man's face was white, and his eyes were red. Only the rolling mist of tears, quietly surging.

I grabbed his golden armor and yelled, "You're the big bird?!" ”

He held my hand, and his voice was cool and rhymed: "I am Kunming...... Fuyao, in front of the Buddha, cannot be exceeded. ”

Panic and fear devour his heart, and above his armor, the golden light is dazzling. I struggled and yelled: "I'm going to find my second brother, you let me go!" I don't want to be a monk! ”

The voice of the Buddha is like a Buddhist bell, and the people of the town are inspired: "Fuyao-"

The sound almost brought me to tears.

Thousands of old dreams tore and squeezed through the Netherworld Forbidden Technique, and entered this golden reality.

I broke free of Kunming's shackles, and almost climbed up to the golden throne of the lotus, he was high up, overlooking the Six Realms and Three Beings.

I knelt down on his knees and held a piece of his clothes tightly, and I could only hold this corner of my clothes: "The Buddha is merciful, and the compassion is all living beings, yes or no?" ”

He looked solemn and replied: "People, gods, demons, ghosts, flowers, insects, birds and beasts."

"Generalized, unbiased and selfless, yes and no?"

"Bodhi has no tree, compassion has a crossing."

I burst into tears: "Fuyao is the daughter of Xuanzhi Zhenjun, can she bear your mercy?" Can she get into your Bodhi? ”

Kun Ming hugged me from behind and pulled my fingers away from the corners of my clothes one by one, "Fuyao, stop!" ”

But I grabbed it again, clenching it so tightly that the flesh and blood in my palm were blurred, staining his Buddhist clothes and getting fishy.

"Fuyao - can I bear your mercy? Can you get into your Bodhi? "Today, the fish is dead and the net is broken, I haven't cried or been bitter for many years, I just want to be sober today, begging for a result.

Whether this fruit is good or evil, whether it is white or humiliating, but it is judged by heaven.

5.

He looked down on me with a gentle eyebrow. I don't want to see him look at me with the same compassion he has for thousands of living beings.

The Buddha's hand was still standing solemnly, and the light was shining between his fingers, and I couldn't tell whether it was good karma or evil obstacles between his fingers.

The lotus petals on the golden throne reflect a tearful me, I hold the Buddha robe, crawling through life and death, just want to take a step forward.

Behind him, Kun Ming stopped me and hugged me, pulling me away from the Lotus Golden Throne. His voice fluctuated: "Fuyao, if the Buddha had not been merciful to you, you would have been trapped in the netherworld, and you and I would never have met again in this life." ”

I turned to look at him, and his eyes were as red as blood.

Desolation surged up from the bottom of my heart, and all that sounded in the Golden Palace was my mockery: "Kunming, I have never taken a fancy to you. You are just an envoy at his beckon, he makes you a bird, you are a bird, he punishes you to be a fish, you are a fish. ”

Kunming was stunned. I grabbed his arm and turned to get closer to the Buddha.

To this day, in the light of the Buddha, his face is still the usual compassion.

"You abandoned me and became a monk." Do you know that I was mentally incomplete, but I was still most afraid of becoming a monk?

The Buddha was silent.

"You said that compassion has a crossing, and if you cross me, you can be a Buddha." I know that I have paved the way for you to become a Buddha, how much regret can you have for not doing it in the first place?

The Buddha was silent.

"What do you think Bodhi is? What do you think is compassion? "Do you know if she is willing, do you know if she is reluctant?

Buddha, silent.

I finally stepped onto the golden throne of the lotus, clutched his solemn Buddha's hand, and tears welled up in a trance, this fact I already knew, but when I said it, it still pierced my heart-

"I am your seventh-level floating Buddha, and if you have mercy on me, you can be this high Buddha. You didn't listen to my crying and pleading, forcibly saved me, extracted my love for you, trapped in the darkness of the North Sea, the evil obstacle was removed, Bodhi was born, you finished the floating slaughter, and the Buddha industry was established...... Yes and no? Brother Chuiyun?

Buddha.

Silent.

6.

Kun Ming Huo Ran rushed forward and tore away the hand I was holding the Buddha. I saw him with a furious face, golden feathers erected, and his red eyes stained with blood.

"Fuyao!"

I laughed exaggeratedly, but the tears became more and more fierce: "What are you doing to stop me, am I not right?" ”

Kunming squeezed my shoulders and roared, "Don't you know, if he had selfish desires to save you, how could he inherit the mantle of the Buddha?" How can it be made to become a seventh-level Buddha karma in Futu?! ”

I was stunned.

"Why doesn't he want to be with you?! Why does he bother with this Buddha's position?! At the beginning, you were trapped in the darkness of the North Sea, and your soul was almost gone. You are his seventh-level floating slaughter, and this evil obstacle is destined in this life. As long as he doesn't save you, he won't be able to build a seventh-level stupa, and he won't have to be a monk who abstains from lust and compassion! But he had to save it, just because it was you! ”

I looked back in pain, tears pouring down my face, "Brother Chuiyun, Kun Ming said...... Yes and no? ”

He smiled slightly: "The Dharma is boundless. ”

"But I don't want you to ...... I became a monk because of me."

He smiled slightly: "There is no obsession in my heart." ”

I knelt at his knees. Don't dare to shake his hand again. Bow your head deeply, and the lotus petals are my tearful appearance.

7.

"I've been ...... all these years Stupid, stupid, but carefree. Brother Chuiyun, just like back then, you will clean up today's troublesome thread for Fuyao. I said.

Kun Ming called me from afar.

The Buddha held the Buddha's light in his hand, stopped on the center of my eyebrows, and said compassionately: "But Kunming, in order to protect your soul, under the cold ice of the northern underworld, endure for 16,000 years." Do you want to stay in this case? ”

I was slightly stunned. When he turned around, he saw him in golden armor, blushing and bowing his head.

I smiled and said, "Stay."

The Buddha's light is in sight. The old dreams were withdrawn one after another, and even the bloody traces were washed away.

There are fish in the north of the underworld, thousands of miles wide, the back is like Mount Tai, and the wings are like hanging clouds; Shake the sheep's horns and go up 90,000 miles. For a moment, I could barely tell the two people in front of Fuyao, who was Chuiyun and who was Kunming.

Eight thousand years is spring, and eight thousand years is autumn. The fate comes and goes, and the fate is rebuilt at the end.

Buddha, in the end, is compassionate.

8.

Kunming was pulled out of the hall by me. The clouds in the western sky are far away.

"Fuyao ......" The cool voice was faintly worried.

I grabbed him and said urgently: "Take me to the North Hell!" My second brother fell into the sea and probably hasn't swam out yet! That's your second uncle in the future! ”

9.

"Buddha, why are you crying?"

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