"Later ......" the abbot narrowed his eyes, as if he had forgotten what had happened later, and it was very difficult to remember it again. It seems that that past was also a dream she had.

"That's right. How did you end up here? Millet asked.

"Later our affair was found out by my husband. I don't know if it was my husband who coerced him, or if he was scared himself. He told me that he didn't like me when he was with me before, he was just acting on the spot. I didn't believe him, and I wanted to go with him. But he left me and never came to me again. He deliberately avoided me, and I never found him again. My husband is very tolerant of me and I know that my husband is someone who truly loves me. My husband wanted to forgive me for keeping me, but my father's father insisted on sweeping me away. So, my husband gave me a decent sum of money and let me go back to my parents' home. I used the money to build this nunnery in Xiangyan Mountain and practice here. When you first came here. When I say, 'Birth is to save oneself, and joining the world is to save others,' and I am not only talking about you, but also myself. But I still haven't been able to purify myself in my life. And you have been transcendentally liberated, and your cultivation is far above mine, and I can't think of a second person for the heavy responsibility of this abbot except for you. The abbot said.

There was a stick of sandalwood burning next to the abbot's bed, and as soon as he finished speaking, the sandalwood had just burned out.

"Now...... Can you promise me? The abbot asked, glancing at the extinguished, but the ash still stubbornly retained its original shape.

Millet nodded.

A smile spread across the abbot's face, as if a dull sandalwood had been ignited. But it quickly dimmed again, and the smile was gone, and its face was covered with a layer of dust.

The sandalwood ash next to the bed suddenly fell to the ground and fell into powder.

The abbot passed away.

Since then, Millet has become the abbot of Mt. Kogan.

Millet was the abbot of Xiangyan Mountain for the fifth year, and when his grandfather went to Xiangyan Mountain again, Millet didn't know his grandfather very well. Because Xiaomi's soul has taken away most of the memories before, her memory of her grandfather is not very deep, if she hadn't met before becoming a monk, Xiaomi wouldn't have recognized who her grandfather was. My grandfather talked about how he came from Thrush Village and how he had met in Xiaomi's house before. The abbot of Xiangyan Mountain let out an "oh".

My grandfather remembered the scene when he came here to congratulate Millet when he first became the abbot, and remembered what Millet said at that time. Grandpa thought to himself, maybe for the current abbot Xiaomi, those past events have gradually faded into an ethereal dream.

Xiaomi said apologetically to her grandfather: "I am so devoted to reciting Buddha that I have almost forgotten the previous things, so please don't be surprised." ”

Grandpa hurriedly said, "No, no." ”

Xiaomi's fingers twisted the Buddha beads, blinked, and asked, "You said that you are from Thrush Village, I met a couple not long ago, and they said that they are also from Thrush Village." The couple was an old wife and a young husband, the old wife seemed to be in her eighties, and the young husband was only thirty or forty years old. It's weird! I don't know if you know each other? ”

My grandfather thought that there was no such a huge age gap between the old wives and young husbands in Thrush Village, so he said, "Are you mistaken? We have never had such old wives and young husbands in Thrush Village. ”

Xiaomi didn't believe it and said, "They won't lie to me, will they?" What's the use of lying to me? But I also thought it was strange that the man said that his surname was Luo, and asked me if I remembered him as you asked me just now. You and I can remember, but he couldn't remember it after thinking about it for a long time. ”

"He said his surname was Luo?" Grandpa asked.

Millet said: "Yes." ”

The grandfather said, "Won't it?" The people of our Thrush Village are all surnamed Ma. As soon as he finished saying this, my grandfather was stunned!

Seeing that his grandfather was stunned, Xiaomi hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Old wife and young husband...... Could it be ...... grandfather's scalp is numb. He thought of Rob Zhai. My grandfather had heard my grandfather tell me something about Luo Bu Zhai, knew the friendship between Luo Bu Zhai and my father, and knew that he was outside.

"An acquaintance you've forgotten?" Xiaomi asked.

What about acquaintances? It's simply a loved one. But my grandfather didn't want to say this in front of Xiaomi, lest the things she had forgotten so hard would be remembered again.

Grandpa hurriedly asked Xiaomi how he met the old wife and young husband.

Xiao Dao, she was copying the Heart Sutra in the meditation room that day, and suddenly a couple walked in. The temple of Xiangyan Mountain is not big, but there are many pilgrims, so there are many cases of sudden intrusions, and Xiaomi has become accustomed to it.

At first, Xiaomi thought that it was an old mother who brought her son to worship the Buddha here, but when she looked at the intimate appearance and eyes, she had a bit of a taste of love.

The man who looked to be in his thirties and forties saw Millet and whispered to the woman who looked to be about eighty: "Millet is copying scriptures, let's come back later." ”

After Millet went up the mountain, except for the relatives who were very familiar with her before, everyone else called her "master", and no one called her Millet. Although millet has a law name, people here are not used to calling out the law name of their family.

Mi felt a little strange when they heard them say her name like a relative, so she put down the pen in her hand and asked, "Did you know me before?" ”

The old wife and young husband glanced at each other, a little surprised and a little surprised. The young man whispered, "It seems that she really forgot." ”

The old wife said, "That's fine." ”

Xiaomi thought about it and couldn't remember seeing them there, but there was an inexplicable sense of closeness. Millet remembered what the former abbot said before his death, and the feeling of a flower blooming quietly in his heart. She felt something in her heart about to break through the ground.

But she felt that the thing that was going to come out of her heart was not a flower, but a demon. Once it breaks through the ground, it can be extremely destructive.

Millet closed her eyes and chanted the Buddha again and again. The place in her heart was calm again.

"We are from Thrush Village, and my surname is Luo." The young man said.

"Oh. What do you ask for when you come to the temple? Xiaomi replied simply.

The young man said, "I don't ask for anything, I just want to see if my old friend is doing well." ”

When the young man said this, the old wife couldn't hold back anymore, walked up to Xiaomi with staggering steps, grabbed Xiaomi's hand tightly, and stared at Xiaomi's face with a pair of eyes, as if looking at her own child who had been separated for a long time. After watching it for a while, the old wife actually burst into tears.

Seeing her so emotional, Xiaomi actually felt a little sad. Xiaomi itself doesn't know why she feels this sadness.

Seeing this, the young man hurriedly pulled his old wife out, and said as he walked, "Didn't you say it all before you came?" Don't get too excited, don't shed tears, just look and go. Isn't she pretty good now, what tears do you shed? ”

Xiaomi remembers that the sun was good that day. She watched as the couple stepped out of her meditation room and out into the sunlight outside. She suddenly felt a feeling of reluctance in her heart, and she couldn't help but chase after her from behind, and stopped when she reached the door. Because she didn't know what she was chasing after her. Obviously someone I don't know.

She stood in the doorway and watched the couple walk farther and farther away, when she suddenly noticed that the shadow of the couple falling to the ground was of different shades. The shadow of the old wife was normal, and the shadow of the young man was a little shallow, faint like a watermark about to be steamed.

"He's not supposed to be human." Xiaomi said this to his grandfather.

After the couple left, the nuns in the temple discussed for days, speculating about why the couple had such a big age gap and fantasizing about the story behind them.

After listening to Xiaomi, my grandfather couldn't help but open out of Xiaomi's meditation room, as if he could break the boundaries of time and see the backs of the couple.

Grandpa knew in his heart that the young man was not a real human body, and perhaps the speed of aging was very slow, while the old wife was an ordinary person, and time urged people to grow old. The young man did not lie to Xiaomi, he was indeed from Thrush Village, and his surname was indeed Luo. But Xiaomi underestimated his actual age.

"Perhaps, as the previous abbot said, they are people I have seen in my previous life, right? They remember my past life, but I don't remember them anymore. Xiaomi said.

That was the last time my grandfather heard the news of Luo Bu Zhai.

After another three years, a young and temperamental girl came to Xiangyan Mountain, found Xiaomi, and said that she wanted to become a monk.

Over the years, there have been many people who want to come here to become monks, but Millet refuses to accept them like the previous abbot.

The girl was clinging to millet like kraft candy, and she had to stay here. She offered to help with the work, helping the nuns with their laundry and sweeping the floor early in the morning.

One morning, when Millet saw her sweeping the leaves at the temple gate, she remembered that she knelt on the stone steps here and begged the abbot to take her in, so her heart moved, and she took the initiative to ask the girl, "Why do you have to go home?" ”

The girl said, "It was a dream that led me here." ”

"Dreams? I also have dreams, but I don't think they can give me any guidance. Xiaomi said. She did have dreams, and dreamed of many things, but those dreams were like the leaves that had been blown off by the wind last night, and when she woke up in the morning, she was swept away with a broom by the person in charge of cleaning, and when she went out, the stone steps were clean, as if nothing had happened last night. But when I saw that the leaves on the trees next to the stone steps were not as dense as yesterday, I felt that something was missing.

"My dreams are different."

The girl was about to sweep away the last fallen leaf from the stone steps, but Millet stopped her, and then bent down to pick up the broken leaf. The leaf had been eaten by insects, but it was still veined like a monster's claw.

Millet looked at the rotten leaf and said, "There are no two leaves in the world that are the same." Dreams too. Everyone's dreams are different, and it's not just yours that are different. "Zongmu is looking for talents.

Millet let go of her hand, and the rotten leaf seemed to fall from the tree again.