When the old monk had not disappeared, the young monk asked him why he had to live in the deep mountains and wild temples when there was a lot of land in the world. I don't know tens of thousands of words for good-looking articles in the world, why do you have to bury your head in the scriptures every day?

The old monk said that when reciting the Buddha, the heart is pure, and the meditation on the Buddha can be listened to.

The little monk asked again, what else can you listen to in the mountains besides mosquito bites and jackals and tiger roars?

The old monk did not answer, but found a brand-new bamboo and rattan knitted prayer basket from under the moth-eaten bed, filled it with scriptures, stuffed it into the little monk's arms, and said to Wu Yu, who had just grown fluff at the corner of his lips: "Your heart is not quiet, and all you can hear is the howling of jackals!" Walking is also practice, you go! ”

The little monk was full of joy, because he could finally leave this barren mountain and wild temple, and he still remembered that when he left, the old monk had no waves in his eyes, and he did not have half a point to stay.

The barren mountain is very deep, from sunrise to moonset, straw sandals are worn out, and the soles of the feet are blistered, but in the eye, there are still endless mountains and endless trees.

Young people are always like this, the first expectation in life is the most easily impacted fragmented, no vain began to feel bitter, although the temple is broken, although only chanting and chanting Buddha all day long, but it is extremely comfortable.

Regret gave up this comfort to ask for a long time to ask for hardship without hesitation, and finally depressed return, when I went back, the old monk was no longer there, only the remnants of the broken temple that were burned, the bluestone was written on the words left by the old monk: into the world, the world can break through the world and the world, and the true Zen of pure enlightenment!

He stood in front of the stone and looked at it for a long time, and then went away with shame on his face.

Wu Yu persistently thinks that when he really cultivates his mind, it is the end of his walk, but today, Wu Yu finds that the farther he goes, the more difficult it is for his heart to be at peace! Therefore, Wufu relied more and more on the scriptures in the scriptures, in order to find a few words from them to solve the confusion in his heart.

When Miss Buxi was crying and looking for her brother, she had to put down the scriptures and look down to sort out the prayer basket that was kicked over by Buxi.

The conductor coaxed Bu Xi with a smile, but his eyes were full of impatience, and the smile seemed to be torn out by someone's hand.

The men in the car watched very interestingly, and the girl who came out of the village would inadvertently show her waist when she was crying and wanted to get out of the car.

Wufu blushed, but he was dazed, but fortunately, when he finally arrived at the first stop, he couldn't think of asking where this was, so he pulled Bu Xi and got out of the car.

After getting out of the car, Wu Yu walked sullenly, if women are so unreasonable, then there is no harm in chanting Buddha, so thinking, Wu Yu turned back and subconsciously looked at Bu Xi.

Bu Xi didn't leave, he stood still, there were not too many diners in the hot food shop set up by the plastic shed nearby, the man in charge of the spoon stirred twice in the steaming pot on the coal stove, and he picked up the gnocchi, and the sound of the dough pieces falling into the hot pot with the knives piece by piece was very good.

Bu Xi's eyes were shining brightly, and the cheeks around his mouth seemed to be swollen from crying.

The little monk cowardly came to the bottom of the shed, the man in charge of the spoon glanced at Wuyu, and the beef pieces were thrown into his mouth and chewed, and after a few chews, the beef bones fell under the feet of Wuyu.

As soon as Wu Yu closed his palms, he didn't have time to recite a Buddha name, and the man swallowed it like a donkey, but handed over a large bowl in his hand, on which a few slices of beef were pressed red.

When the girl with red eyes was eating, her mouth was also red, and then she remembered that she was innocent.

With great difficulty, he removed his eyes from the soup bowl floating with butter, moved his body, picked up the prayer basket, and left silently with his head down.

When she was full, she was not so sad, and Miss Buxi stood still and said, "Little monk, I want to go back!" ”

He said sincerely, "I can only send you home!"

Miss Buxi was a little angry: "You are very annoying, I just told you, who said that you were going to send it!" ”

Seeing that Bu Xi turned around and lifted the rope on his shoulder, he really couldn't figure it out, this Bu Xi girl, it was she who stuck to him at the beginning, and now she is also annoying to herself, she is just practicing Buddhism!

The same object, from like to hate, always seems to find a corresponding reason! Wu fuss his brain, still thinking hard to no avail.

When Wuyu touched the root of the hair on his bare head, Wuyu quickly shifted his attention, no wonder he has always been unquiet recently, it turned out that this annoying troublesome silk secretly drilled out again, and he had to shave it quickly!

By the time she had thought about it, Miss Busch was gone.

The razor is something to be carried, and when Wufu first came out of the mountain, he deliberately brought a small mirror, but when he shaved his head, he was seen and beaten in exchange.

After those people beat him, they still spat and said when they left: "Little Fourth Old, if it weren't for your young age, I would definitely arrest you and fight hard!" ”

After that, the little monk cried all night with the prayer basket, and the people outside the temple turned out to be so unreasonable! After reflecting for a long time, Wu Yu resolutely believes that it is the small mirror that is causing the trouble, the Buddhist book says, all appearances, are false, since the Buddha said so, then it must be the Buddha who saw himself looking in the mirror and sent someone to punish himself, the monk stinky and beautiful look in the mirror, people don't beat you to beat whom!

Since then, Wufu threw away the mirror, and sure enough, he was never beaten again, but often scraped his scalp to bleed.

Waiting on the spot for a while, Bu Xi didn't see this girl come back, and he turned around and left without any loss, and the master said, Buddha has a fate, and the same is true for helping people, you can't force it! It's just that I don't know how to explain when I see Bu Xihuaiwen in the future.

In the past, the Japanese always liked to build the train station in a relatively remote place, so the aimless Wufu left the station and walked for more than half an hour, basically no one could be seen, which made Wufu completely cut off the idea of staying overnight.

Living by the water and building a city around the water is a habit left by people since ancient times, and they lit a fire by the long river, and by the light of the fire, they can vaguely see the outline of their own skull and razor from the river.

When I was a child, when the old monk shaved his head, he would always read: "The golden knife shas the mother's hair, except for the dust and impurity, the round-necked and square-robed monk appears, and I have a grandson under the Buddha's seat!" ”

The old monk shaves his head very gently, and he will not scratch the scalp, so when the little monk still shaves his head through the water, when the blood flows, the old monk is particularly nostalgic at this moment, although the Buddhism breaks the seven emotions and six desires, but the old monk never thinks about the old monk into the seven emotions and six desires of this world.

When he grinned and pouted his ass and buried his head in the cold water to wash away the blood, the coldness and tingling made the scalp a little numb and dizzy.

The bloodstains did not melt into the water, but faintly glowing gold in the night, under the river, the coffin lid that was faintly about to open, as if touching the fire, silently closed, earthworm-like blood, along the river upstream, was attracted to the general rapid disappearance, in the vain jumping to wipe the monk's robe to wipe the bald head, the river surface has no abnormality.

And along the river a hundred and ten miles upstream, the river there, black and red, every three forks and five times, there will be broken arms swirling on the surface of the river, and then the faces of the people who suddenly come out of the river open their mouths and bite and sink.

Further up, in the strange woods, the Taoist priests in Taoist robes were pale and shrunk in fear, their eyes full of dead silence and despair.

And Yuan Yu was staring blankly at Leng Qi, who was looking at the small coffin, and didn't know whether to wake him up.