About ten miles west of Yuanqi City, there is an unknown hill, and there is a dilapidated temple halfway up this hill.

Most of the courtyard walls around this temple have collapsed, and the houses inside are also in ruins, only the main hall looks better, at least the roof is still there, which can shelter from the wind and rain.

One afternoon in early summer, two men walked halfway up the mountain, through the collapsed courtyard wall, to the main hall.

On the front of the main hall, there are three Buddha statues, but now these three Buddha statues are also incomplete, either missing an arm or a head.

Looking at the main hall from the outside, it is quite complete, but when you enter the inside, you will find that there are still a few holes in the ceiling, and the sunlight shines in along the holes in the ceiling, making the main hall a lot brighter.

The biggest highlight of this main hall is the surrounding walls, which look like they are made of stone, and the inner walls are smooth and flat, extremely hard, and on the walls on the west side of the main hall, dense characters are engraved.

When they arrived at the door, the two of them did not stop, but walked directly in.

Both were bald-headed, wearing patched monk robes and looked like two monks.

One of them was slightly hunched over and looked a little old, with something like a Zen staff in one hand and a broken bowl in the other. Let's call him an old monk.

Next to the old monk was a handsome little monk, this little monk was thin, but he was a little taller than the hunchbacked old monk, and he carried a small basket on his back.

Entering the main hall, the two sat on the straw bunk under one wall.

The little monk took off the basket from his back and took out a roast chicken from it!

He tore a chicken leg and handed it to the old monk.

"Grandpa, you eat. ”

These two monks are really strange, the little monk calls the old monk "grandpa", and he also eats meat!

"Dogdan for you again?" the old monk did not answer, but asked.

"Well, they met a great benevolent man today, gave him a lot of money, and bought a roast chicken for me!"

"Bang!" the old monk gave the little monk a burst of chest.

"Although we are fake monks, we can't lie like this, don't you really see it, today Goudan stole a donor's money bag, and you also helped cover up. The old monk looked a little angry.

"Grandpa, it hurts so much this time!" the little monk touched his head with a hippie smile, "That's not because that fat man is too bad, Xiaocao was begging on the street, and he didn't provoke him, he kicked Xiaocao with one kick, and scolded Xiaocao." ”

"Then you can't steal it, hey!" the old monk sighed, "Those children are also pitiful. ”

"Otherwise, take them all to the temple and become fake monks with us!" the little monk looked very happy.

"Hmph, if you live with them, sooner or later you will become a thief, these children, begging, begging, but still learning to steal things, sooner or later you will go down the wrong path, you will have less contact with them in the future!"

"How could I be a thief, besides, if they all came here, with you watching, they wouldn't go the wrong way, wouldn't they? The little monk said.

"I don't have the energy. ”

"Grandpa, give it to you!" The little monk handed over the chicken leg again, and changed the topic by the way.

"Xiaobei, you can eat, we are monks now, but we can't eat meat. The old monk shook his head and said.

"Grandpa, you really think you are a monk, this chicken is so big, I can't eat it alone, you can eat it." The little monk said, "It's so hot this weather, if you can't eat it today, it's going to be bad." ”

"The people regard food as the sky, and it is a sin to waste food, so I will eat it!" The old monk thought for a while, as if he was very embarrassed, he lifted the broken bowl and asked the little monk to put the chicken legs in the broken bowl.

"Grandpa, I'll give you another piece. The little monk saw that the old monk had finished eating one chicken leg and tore off another chicken leg.

"Xiaobei, you eat this, I'm full. The old monk hurriedly stopped.

"Eat, where did I eat so much. ”

"Then you eat this chicken leg, I'll eat it somewhere else. As he spoke, the old monk tore off a piece of meat from the roast chicken.

Seeing that the old monk didn't eat chicken legs, the little monk had no choice but to eat the chicken legs himself.

Soon the two monks finished eating a roast chicken.

"Grandpa, are we going to stay here all the time?" the little monk asked, satisfied, lying on the grass bunk, looking at the ceiling.

"You don't want to be here anymore?" asked the old monk, "Didn't you just say that you wanted to bring them all the dogs?"

"I want to live here, but I don't want to be this monk anymore, I don't give meat when I go out, and I saved more than half a month to buy a roast chicken. The little monk said, "In the past, when I was a beggar, I was often hungry, but there were also people who gave meat to eat. ”

"Then this place is also stronger than before, when I used to beg, I didn't even have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and I was hungry every day. If it weren't for this uninhabited ruined temple, we would have frozen to death outside the winter before last.

Now we are wearing the remaining broken monk's robes in the broken temple and pretending to be monks, at least we can rely on the fate to fill our stomachs, and we also have a place to shelter from the wind and rain. The old monk said.

"But you can't be this fake monk for the rest of your life. The little monk asked.

The old monk thought for a moment, "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, as long as I can be fed and have warm clothes to wear, I think it's okay. The little monk said.

"Then let's go home, after you go back, you go to get fame, as long as you get fame, you won't have to worry about food and clothing. ”

"But what if I, like you, can't pass the exam from now until I am old?" asked the little monk.

The old monk was silent.

"Actually, I like Buddhist scriptures, but I don't like monks. The little monk said.

"Why don't you like monks?" asked the old monk curiously.

"Because there are too many things to quit, those who quit this and that, they talk about letting go of their obsessions, but they can't let go of them at all. ”

"How do you know that people can't let it go?" the old monk was even more curious.

"I think that whatever they need to quit is the obsession they can't let go, and those who can set so many precepts can't let go of those obsessions that need to be abstained.

But the person who can set the precepts will definitely be a master who can have the final say in Buddhism, and even the high-level figures of Buddhism can't let go, so how can they let others let go of their obsessions!"

"Nonsense!" a voice resounded like thunder in the hall, shaking the hall to dust!

"Who?"

The little monk stood up and shouted, while looking around.

As he looked around, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

The old monk sat motionless, as if he hadn't heard the shout just now, but what shocked the little monk the most was that the surrounding scenes were flashing like water waves, as if the scenery in front of him was reflected in the rippling water.

He walked up to the old monk and found that the old monk didn't seem to be breathing, just fixed there, like a statue.

"Grandpa?"

"Don't call him, he won't hear him. ”

The little monk then remembered that there was another person here, and he began to look for it again, and finally when he looked up, he saw a black mist hanging above the broken Buddha statue, and this voice came from this black mist.

"Who are you, what's wrong with my grandfather?"

"Your grandfather is very normal, what is not normal is you and me, you were pulled into the mood by me, at the moment we are talking in our hearts, the mood is wonderful, for a moment of ten thousand years, although we have been moving here, but the time outside has not moved. ”

The little monk was a little confused, but he knew that his grandfather was fine.

"And who are you?"

"Don't care who I am, you slander the Buddha in the Buddha hall, can you know that it is a sin?" the voice came from the black mist.

"Where did I slander the Buddha?" the little monk asked.

"To slander the precepts of the Buddha is to slander the Buddha!" said Black Mist.

"What I'm saying is the truth, not slandering!" said the little monk, who had been with those little beggars for the past few years, and had not learned anything else, but the oil tone was very slippery.

"Where are the facts?"

"Have you read the Buddhist scriptures?" asked the little monk.

"Yes. ”

"Do you understand?" the little monk continued.

"......" Black Mist did not answer.

"You don't know what to say to me?"

"I understand!" replied the black mist angrily.

"Okay, then who wrote these Buddhist scriptures on the wall?"

"Of course, it was written by the Buddha. ”

"Then let me ask you, the Buddha said that all beings are equal, why are there Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and Arhats to divide ranks, and even there are elders and abbots in the temple, etc. And those precepts to discipline everyone?

And you see this sentence, all appearances are false. The little monk stood up, walked to the west wall, and pointed to a Buddhist scripture carved on the wall.

"What's wrong with that?" asked Black Mist.

"The Buddhist scriptures say that everything you see is fake, and since it is false, what else do you want to abstain from?" the little monk asked.

"Fallacy, I dare to come out of the class to get an axe if I don't know much about the Buddhist scriptures!" said the black-robed man contemptuously.

"So what do you think I'm wrong?"

"The equality of all beings means that all beings have the nature to become Buddhas, and they are equal in this regard, not in terms of status.

And that verse tells us to see through the vanity of the world and see great wisdom. The Dharma is vast, which you can understand as a child. The black-robed man said.

"Even if what you said is right, but if you haven't experienced so many things, how can you see through it, at least you have to see it first, and then you can see through it, right?" the little monk asked, grasping at the last question.

"This ......" Black Mist was actually stopped by the little monk's words.

"As my grandfather told me, even if you can't write poetry, if you chant more poems, you will understand the essence of poetry and you will be able to write.

But this Buddhist person still has some precepts, not letting people do it, how can they see it if they don't do it, and how can they break it if they don't see it.

What the Buddhist scriptures say about great freedom, I think there is no precept, everyone does what they want, and do what they want to do, which is great freedom. And if you have done it, you will understand the essence of this world after experiencing it, and you will get great wisdom!" Although the little monk is not big, this sentence is heard on the ground and resounded in this hall.

The tumbling black mist suddenly stopped, and a moment later, the black mist turned into a vertical oval.

The little monk was standing under the west wall at the moment, and when he said that he was rising, he gestured with his fingers, and he didn't see the appearance of the black-robed man in the sky behind him at all.

"You crooked!" Black Mist paused after saying this, and then suddenly asked, "Then you said that if there are Buddhist disciples who marry wives and have children, right?" Black Mist suddenly asked again.

"According to what the Buddhist scriptures say, then there is nothing right or wrong, isn't it said here, everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, should be viewed as such. The little monk pointed to the four verses on the wall and said.

"Do you understand these four sentences?" the little monk turned his head to look into the air.

"Good!" the black mist replied, but the black mist that paused rolled again.

The little monk felt as if there was a spring breeze blowing, which made his heart warm, and when he looked back, he found that the whole environment had become normal, no longer like water waves, and his grandfather began to move.

"Xiaobei, don't talk nonsense in the future, you will be punished by the Buddha!" The old monk really didn't know what the little monk had experienced just now, and he was still following the little monk's words.

"Hey, Xiaobei, when did you go to the wall. "The old monk remembered that the little monk was obviously by his side, why did he stand by the west wall in the blink of an eye!

A hint of surprise flashed in the little monk's eyes, and he looked up.

"What are you looking at?" the old monk looked up.

"Ahh

"Grandpa, what are you doing?" asked Xiaobei.

"Xiaobei, don't speak, look there, I don't know if it's a human or a demon, don't attract his attention!" the old monk whispered.

Xiao Bei looked up, and he knew that the old monk had seen the black fog in mid-air.

It's just that when he looked up, he was also a little surprised!

The black mist seemed to be a cylindrical shape that was more than a person high, and in this black mist, two golden rays of light flashed from time to time.

Xiaobei felt very strange, at this moment, this black mist looked more like a person, especially the location of the two golden lights, which was more like the position of a person's eyes.

As the black mist rolls, it keeps shrinking upwards, and the color gradually fades in other places.

In this ruined temple, above a broken Buddha statue, a cloud of black gas is constantly rolling, and on the ground, an old man and a young ancestor and grandson look up at this black gas, although the picture is weird, but with some inexplicable harmony!