I quickly stood up, the water sticking to my pants wet, and the crotch of my pants was black. I was so annoyed that I took off my pants and rummaged around the house for a long time, and finally found a rag under the windowsill and wiped all the water clean, but my pants could not be worn, so I had to dry them first.

As soon as this matter was tossed, the novelty of the previous arrival became gone.

I sat cross-legged in front of the window, looking out at the scenery, and there was not a sound around me, and the silence began to spread like a swamp.

After staying for a long time, I felt extremely uncomfortable, first of all, I didn't have a mobile phone to play. Nowadays, people can't get away from their mobile phones at all, and if they don't hold it to do something, they will feel uncomfortable. I'm like that, I don't have the heart to copy any scriptures, my mind is full of thinking about how nice it would be if I used my phone to watch the news, read the headlines, play a game or something.

What day of the week is today, and I'm wondering if it's time for some news, and if it's time to go online for something. My mind was so slippery, I was thinking about things, time passed quickly, and when I came back to my senses, it was already dark outside.

That's when I saw a very bizarre scene through the window.

Someone walked into the courtyard from outside, the night was so dark that it was impossible to see who it was, it was just a shadow. He carried a shining lantern, the lantern emitted a soft and white light, swaying, this scene in the dark night is very charming.

I leaned down the window and looked down, and some practitioners came out of the building one after another, and they gathered in front of the lantern. In the light, I saw a large wooden box on the back of the visitor, like a bookbox used by ancient scholars to enter Beijing to take the exam. He placed the wooden box on the ground and opened it layer by layer, containing the food.

I suddenly realized that this person was a food deliverer. I took the test, and it was so emotional.

I'm anxious, I don't know how many cultivators there are in this courtyard, you catch these people, I'll catch them, there is only a lot of food in total, and I don't have to let them eat them all.

I hurried out of the house, and when I felt my legs cold in the hallway, I remembered that I didn't have pants on. The corridor was dim, and people came out of the room one after another, and the big fat man who had slept before was next to me, and he saw me with bare legs, smiling like crescent moons, and gave me a thumbs up.

I didn't know what he meant, so I hurried back to the house and put on my pants and came out again. By the time I got downstairs, most of the people had dispersed, and the wooden box had been opened to the bottom floor.

I hurried over and stretched out my hand to eat, and it was not Wu Shouxiang who delivered the food, but an elderly woman, like a canteen aunt. Under the light of the lantern, I saw that the food in the box was just a small steamed bun. The steamed bun is not as big as a child's palm, and I am so hungry that I can eat ten of these steamed buns in one go.

I reached in and grabbed four or five at once, and before I could retract it, suddenly there was a huge pain in the back of my hand, and I shivered in pain, and the steamed buns fell to the ground.

The girl who delivered the meal held a ring ruler in her hand, looked at me viciously, and made a gesture to "1". I blinked and understood, what she meant, one person can only take one.

I had a bitter face, so I had to reach out and take it again. She hit her again, I saw it but couldn't dodge, and the speed of pumping was extremely fast. The lady who delivered the meal pointed to a few steamed buns on the ground, and then pointed to me, indicating that this was for me to eat.

I had no choice, squatted on the ground, picked up these steamed buns, and walked back upstairs in my arms.

The ground was full of dirt, so I went to the bathroom first, rinsed all the steamed buns with water, and then took them to the house to eat. Looking at the steamed buns stained with water, I lost my appetite for a while.

At this moment, a person came in from outside the house, and it was the big fat man next door. The fat man sat in front of my bookcase with a big grin, pointing to the steamed buns on the table, his eyes shining. I knew he wanted to eat it, and waved his hand to signal that it was okay to eat. He's really unkind, pick it up and fill it in his mouth, I feel distressed when I see this, but fortunately, this person still has a conscience, so he left me two.

He wiped his mouth, patted me on the shoulder, picked up the brush on the table, and wrote a few words on clean rice paper, I looked down and looked, and what he wrote was: Little brother, I have remembered the kindness of this meal, and I will repay it in the future.

I smiled and waved my hand, meaning I didn't have to take it to heart.

He nodded in satisfaction, stood up and walked back, I suddenly remembered something, picked up the lampstand on the table, and motioned if he could help me light it.

The big fat man led me to his room, where there was a pack of matches on the table, and he lit one and helped me light the lampstand. I smiled, pointed at him and at me, signaling that our accounts were cleared.

Don't look so fat when you are a big fat man, but you are extremely smart, and you will laugh right away.

I didn't want to disturb him, so I cautiously returned to my room with the lampstand in my hand. I ate two small steamed buns, and after eating, I felt almost the same as if I hadn't eaten at all, and I was even hungrier. Looking at my watch, it was only six o'clock in the night, and I usually didn't sleep until the second half of the night.

I simply sat cross-legged against the wall, looking at the wall and began to imagine the delicacies I had eaten before, what kind of chicken stewed mushrooms, big bowl of mutton soup and mutton, delicious crucian carp and crab. Thinking about the stomach rumbling, the mouth is full of saliva, thinking for a long time, retracting the thoughts, looking at the watch has only passed forty minutes. It's boring.

I lay on the ground and wanted to sleep, but I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to sleep at night after sleeping too much, and it would be uncomfortable to toss and turn.

There is no sound in this hellish place, and there is no entertainment, and the only thing you can do is to be in a daze and copy scriptures. But I saw the long scroll of scripture on the bookcase, one head and two large, and I had no desire to touch it.

After staying for a while, I couldn't stay still, so I went next door with the lampstand in my hand, wanting to talk to the fat man with a pen. When he went out of the house to his room, he saw that the fat man was concentrating on copying the scriptures with a brush. I didn't expect a person like him to have such a focused side.

I was embarrassed to disturb him, and turned to leave, when the fat man suddenly looked up and saw me and beckoned. I walked in and sat across from him. The fat man turned out a clean piece of rice paper, and Long Feifeng Wu wrote: The first day of coming, it's very difficult.

I smiled awkwardly and nodded.

The fat man wrote: I have been here for half a month to retreat.

I was taken aback and gave him a thumbs up to show that you were awesome.

The fat man smiled proudly and continued to write: Every year I come here for retreat, if it weren't for the family, wife and children, and a lot of people to support, maybe I would have become a monk.

I didn't know what to say, I just looked at the words he wrote and was stunned, and the fat man's small block in his hand was extremely beautiful.

The fat man wrote: You just came from the hustle and bustle of the city, you can't let go of something, you have to get used to quiet, you have to learn to get along with silence.

My heart was pounding, the flames were burning, I couldn't describe the feeling at this moment, and the face of Sister Er Ya seemed to appear in the flames. To my heartache, I felt her getting farther and farther away from me.

I make a gesture and the fat man hands me the pen. I thought about it and wrote on the paper: Isn't letting go of not thinking about it, is that numbness, is it avoiding reality?

The fat man pondered for a moment and wrote: Letting go is the letting go of the mentality, not letting you let go of things. Don't let things go, emotions will only interfere with the normal resolution of the incident. Peace of mind, take your time, and the heat will naturally become successful. Before the heat arrives, forcibly interfere, even if it comes out of the pot soon, it will become a sandwich, and the result may not be your wish to start.

I took the pen and wrote: "Big brother, what is the most difficult thing you have encountered?

The fat man smiled and wrote word by word: The family is ruined.

I stared at the words on the rice paper, my heart became inexplicably heavy, I made an apologetic gesture, and took the lampstand to go back. The fat man stopped me and wrote on the paper: I will teach you a set of meditation exercises, you first let the dregs of this glass of water in your heart calm down, and slowly fall to the bottom of the cup, so that you can feel the clearest self.

This sentence shocked me greatly, like an electric current rushing to the top of my brain. I clasped my hands together and thanked him.

The fat man wrote some words on a piece of paper and told me how to meditate and take stillness, which is very simple, when meditating, put your hands on your knees, observe the breathing of your nostrils, and distracting thoughts come and go, ignore them and don't forcibly restrain them, because stopping thoughts is a distracting thought in itself.

I'm so grateful, not that I don't think it's useful, but that I have something new to kill time.

I returned to my room with the lampstand, and sighed in my heart, this fat man is also a tall man.

I sat cross-legged in front of the wall, folded my hands, closed my eyes slightly, and began to observe the breathing of my nostrils. At first, it was very quiet, and chaotic thoughts swarmed in, and the second sister got into the thief car, the irritable and rude Duan Lao Geng, the fool Xiao Wu'er, Cheng Shi's old face, the cigarette bag pot of the mother-in-law of the wind eye, and the statue of the nine-tailed spirit fox...... The more I remembered the incident, the more I began to breathe, and I quickly stabilized my mind so that I could not let my mind run away from distracting thoughts, and I focused all my attention on breathing.

In this way, I give birth to thoughts, tell myself not to follow them, and to observe the breath...... Again and again, it was so tormented, and then I don't know when, my heart was clear.

I felt a peace that I had never felt before, my mind was absolutely clear, there were no distractions, and I was as clear as a glass of water. But this state is extremely unstable, like walking a tightrope, crumbling. I could see countless thoughts isolated from the stillness of this moment, ready to stir, and perhaps swarming in at any moment. I was trying my best to maintain this fragile state like spider's silk, and suddenly my mind wandered, and I thought about the question, could this state of tranquility also be a kind of distraction?

As soon as my strength was relaxed, all kinds of distracting thoughts rushed in, I couldn't sit still any longer, took a deep breath, and opened my eyes.

All around is the silence of the night.