Grandpa stroked the silk and sighed: "There are some things you can't find, and some things you can't hide." If it's going to come, let it come. ”

Later, my grandfather found that she was afraid of fire, so he burned a piece of fishing line that made a fishing rod and often took millet to the old river to fish.

Miss Iron stayed in Thrush Village for a few days before leaving. She still has ghost fighting arenas to take care of.

During that time, my father was ready to wait for the arrival of the weak king. Although the silk is only the size of a silkworm chrysalis, because it is extremely small, the winding silk is particularly long. Grandpa made a fishing net out of silk and used this special fishing net to catch it when the weak king appeared.

But after waiting for more than a month, the weak king did not appear, but waited for a strange monk.

It was sunset, and the sun was orange. Thrush Village is peaceful.

Grandpa returned from fishing in the old river, carrying a small wooden bucket with several small fish that were no longer than the palm of his hand. The water in the old river is flowing water, and the fish are renewed in all seasons, so it is not big. The fish that was too small was caught and put on again. Grandpa found that the silk is very good for fishing, not to mention that it is very well concealed, not to mention that the line will not break, and it seems to have a magic power to attract fish to take the bait.

Millet followed behind her grandfather, holding a bamboo fishing rod with excellent elasticity ■The bamboo of the fishing rod was chopped behind the Ma family's old house. Daddy likes bamboo very much, and the place where he lives must have bamboo. Later, the Ma family's old house could no longer live, so my grandfather and grandfather moved to a newly built mud house, and my grandfather planted a lot of bamboo behind the mud house and surrounded it into a vegetable garden. It is in response to the sentence "It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo".

When he was about to arrive at the door of the house, my father saw a monk standing on the side of the road in front of him, looking left and right, as if he was lost.

The monk looks about the same age as his grandfather, and the top of his head with a perm scar is like a layer of gold plated under the golden light, and at first glance I thought it was the golden-bodied Bodhisattva of a temple who ran out wearing ordinary monk's clothes. The soles of the feet are a pair of blue-gray cloth shoes. Holding a long string of Buddhist beads in his hand.

When the monk saw his grandfather, he folded his hands and asked, "Donor, do you know where Ma Xiucai's house is?" ”

Daddy replied, "I am." ”

Grandpa thought he was an ordinary monk, so he said to him, "You come with me." "In those days, some monks would go door-to-door, but they didn't charge money, they only took rice ∵ to someone's door, and the owner only needed to scoop a teacup of rice from the rice jar and pour it into a cloth bag for the relationship.

The rice that the monk asked for was called "Baijia Rice".

It is said that this rice has special effects when eaten. If a child is unwell, in addition to the normal treatment, the parents will go to the monk to ask for 100 rice to cook for the child to eat, in order to pray for blessings.

In addition, if an elderly person dies in anyone's family, if the day does not "hit seven", the family of the deceased will also ask for "100 family rice" to eat.

"Hitting seven" is to start counting from the day the old man dies, and push back seven days to see if it can hit the day with seven characters, such as the seventh day of the first month, seventeenth, and twenty-seventh. If it doesn't hit, push it back another seven days and keep counting. If you don't hit seven or seven times until seven or forty-nine days, it will be very unlucky, and your children and grandchildren will encounter a catastrophe. The only way to save is for the children and grandchildren to eat "100 family rice" to rush away.

After liberation, due to various reasons, many temples were abandoned or destroyed, and there were few monks. It's not so easy to eat "100 family rice". But this tradition has not been lost. If there are children in the family who are unwell, and there are deceased people who do not hit seven, the family members will generally go door to door to ask for rice, ask for 100 families, and make up "100 family rice".

Grandpa took the monk to the door of the house, handed the small wooden bucket to Millet, asked Millet to send it to the kitchen, and then asked the monk to wait at the door, Daddy went to the rice bowl and scooped a bowl of rice, and then returned to the door.

Grandpa held a bowl of rice and said to the monk, "Where is your rice bag?" ”

The monk was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically, "What are you doing here?" ”

Grandpa said, "Aren't you here to beg for rice?" ”

The monk was not annoyed, but smiled and said, "I'm not here to make a fortune." I'm here to talk about fate. ”

"Talking about fate?" Daddy didn't understand what he meant.

The monk folded his hands again, bowed slightly, and said: "The poor monk is called San'en, I heard that Ma Xiucai is well versed in his ways, so he came to ask for advice." ”

Grandpa thought to himself, could it be that these three monks know about me and Xiaomi, and they want to enlighten me?

Grandpa recalled that he once discussed fate with Jiuyi. Ninety-one chief thinks that there is no fate in the world, only points.

So, my grandfather said: "There is no fate in the world, only points." How can we talk about this without it? ”

During that time, there were still many people who came to Thrush Village to ask their father for help, and there were also many people who came here to talk to their father. Daddy is tired of it. Most of the people who come to ask for their father's help are for fortune-telling or luck, which has no real meaning. The people who came to talk to my grandfather were even more miscellaneous, and as soon as they opened their mouths, they asked, "What is the Tao?" Or, "What is yin?" What is yang? What are the Five Elements? Or, "Do you believe in Buddhism or Taoism?" "The list goes on and on.

My grandfather used to say before his death: "People who are obsessed with fortune-telling often do not have a good life, and those who are obsessed with the Tao often do not understand the Tao." "The fortune teller is okay, and the few words that can't wipe off the face are passed, and those who can't be seen are avoided. It's very troublesome to talk about the Tao, and Dad wanted to talk about it well at the beginning, but at the beginning of the topic, Dad couldn't understand what the other party was saying. The other party actually doesn't understand anything, but he has to put on the appearance of hiding all the truths in the world. They thought it was vassal elegance, but in fact they were smiling and generous. After Grandpa was kind enough to talk to people, after leaving Thrush Village, he had to pretend to be disdainful and said, "Actually, Ma Xiucai doesn't understand the Tao." In order to show that he has learned deeply and is highly talented.

Therefore, when the monk Sanen said that he wanted to ask his grandfather for advice, his father was eager to send him away immediately.

Monk Sanen knew what his grandfather meant, he was not angry, and replied: "The word fate can't be seen, touched, smelled, and it's something that doesn't exist in the world." ”

Grandpa was unmoved, and took the bowl of rice to go back to the house.

Monk San'en said: "What I think is not in the world, only those who have touched it will suddenly realize that it exists, and those who have never touched it will think that there is no one until death." Between having and not being, the boundary lies in whether or not there is an encounter. ”

Daddy stopped.

"For those who think there is, it has. For those who think there isn't, it doesn't. There is nothing wrong with either type of person. It's like they're in two worlds. Monk Sanen said.

Daddy turned around.

"The world we see is the place where we live together. But each of us has a world of its own. Some people's world is simply hell, some people's world is simply heaven, some people's world is cloudy and rainy, and some people's world is full of Buddha light. But we're actually in the same world. Monk Sam En continued, his fingers twisting the long beads, as if transforming the worlds.

"Come in." Daddy put down the bowl in his hand.

"Thank you." Monk San'en hung the Buddha beads around his neck and walked in.

Grandpa called Yu Youyang, told her to boil hot water, make good tea, and then bring it into the house.

When Yu Youyang put the tea in front of his father, he looked suspicious. When I went out of the house, I frequently looked back at my grandfather.

The tea set was set up, and the two sat opposite each other.

Grandpa poured a cup of tea for Monk San'en, and then asked, "Who asked you to come?" ”

Monk Sanen said: "It's me." ”

The steaming of the tea made Grandpa suddenly unable to see the face of Monk San'en clearly.

"Didn't anyone talk to you about me? You found it yourself? Daddy asked. In the past, people who found this place came only after hearing others talk about their father. When a stranger comes here, someone should give you a hint before he comes, right?

But Monk San'en nodded and said unhurriedly: "The monks don't speak. I found it myself. I want to come and see you, see the people around you, see the house you live in, and the surrounding environment. ”

"Want to see me?" Grandpa's heart was confused.

"yes. A person can only live for a lifetime, always thinking about whether there will be a completely different life if he hadn't done what he has done in this life. Monk Sanen said.

This sentence touched my father's heart. Daddy's gaze crossed the San'en monk, looked at the front of the void, and said: "Nearly twenty years ago, I entrusted a few ghost actors to bring a message to a person in Hongjiaduan, not far from here. At the end of the poem, 'Returning the pearl to tears, hating not to meet when you are not married'. ”

Monk San'en said: "So when Millet came back from your wedding, you didn't resent the others, but thought that this poem foreshadowed what would happen earlier?" ”

When Grandpa saw him talk about millet, he was slightly surprised and nodded, "Yes." I often wonder if if the situation would have been completely different if I hadn't said that sentence in the first place. ”

Monk San'en said: "Life is full of signs. Looking at the face and counting the eight characters, they all want to peek into the sky and get a foreshadowing. The divination lottery is also to get a foreshadowing. The subtle appearances of everyday life are foreshadowing. Physiognomy, palmistry, bone physiognomy, bazi, turtle shells, bamboo sticks, etc. are just a few of the categories that people have found. ”

"So what I said is also a kind of foreshadowing?" Daddy asked.

Monk Sanen waved his hand at the heat above the tea, and the heat swayed. Monk San'en asked, "Fate is this tea, and the foreshadowing is this heat." The foreshadowing is dependent on fate, and it is not because I just waved my hand to affect the hot air dynamics, and the tea has changed. Fate is also a kind of foreshadowing, whether the two can meet and know each other is a given. However, people like to call meeting and knowing each other as fate, and calling not meeting and knowing each other as no fate. This is actually an afterthought, and it makes no sense. ”

"You mean, whether I say that or not, I'm going to end up where I am today?" Grandpa seems to have understood.

Grandpa actually knew what Monk Sanen said, and he knew it before he came. It's just that many people understand the truth, but they can only use it to comfort others and untie the knots in others' hearts, but it doesn't work for themselves.

When talking to Monk San'en, Grandpa felt that he was talking to himself. The more I talked to him, the stronger my father's feelings became.