Aquarius has always liked to divide the north and south by Guanhu Academy.

There are many barbarians in the north, and all in the south are indoctrinated.

It is a matter of course for the southerners to look down on the northerners, even if it is the great Sui writer in the north, in the face of the scholars of the Nanjian country, they all have to consider themselves dwarfs. Therefore, the southern family is ashamed to marry into the north.

Approaching the end of the year, in a noisy market in the south, a barefoot middle-aged monk walked slowly with a square and resolute face.

Some jugglers did their best to win bursts of applause, and the monk saw a small monkey tied to a wooden stake, so that his eyes were very large.

The monk squatted down, took out half a piece of raw dry cake, broke it a little, put it in the palm of his hand, and stretched it out to the thin little monkey.

But it was frightened by the monk's kindness, and fled backwards in panic, the chain was straightened in an instant, and a rebound, and the little monkey covered with whip marks suddenly fell to the ground, curled up, and whimpered.

The monk gently placed the broken dry cake near the wooden stake, broke the remaining half of the dry cake in half, scattered it on the ground, and then put down the iron bowl again, then got up and stepped back, and finally sat cross-legged three or four steps away from the wooden stake, began to close his eyes, his lips moved slightly, and silently recited the sutra precepts.

Walking and practicing, sitting and practicing, thousands of miles away, has been ascetic.

The little monkey who was hungry and cold was really hungry, after the monk sat down, he looked at him timidly for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to grab a piece of broken bread, retreated to the place and bowed his head to gnaw it off, seeing that the monk was indifferent, he became more and more bold, and then stole a piece, so repeatedly, he accidentally found that there was some water in the iron bowl, so he went to drink, in the middle of winter, the water in the bowl was actually a little warm, which made the little monkey a little comfortable, and he was not afraid of the monk, and the big eyes looked at the barefoot and bald guy, as if full of incomprehension.

When the monk had finished reciting a verse, he opened his eyes and got up, and the little monkey ducked again, and the monk just bent down to take back the bowl and departed.

The little monkey held on to the stake, looked at the monk's back, and soon disappeared into the crowd.

It burped lightly, reached out and scratched its thin, fleshless cheeks, and blinked wide.

The barefoot monk walked in the crowd with his head bowed, even if he was hit on the shoulder by a passerby, he never looked up, but saluted with his right hand on his chest, nodded slightly, and continued to walk.

There was a crazy old man in the bazaar, his eyebrows were knotted, sloppy, and his clothes were ragged, as long as he met a child, whether the children's elders were rich or poor, he had to come over and ask the same question, most of the people were not surprised by this, most of them took the children and quickened their pace to leave, some would laugh and scold a few words, some young men who were not very good-tempered, and would push and shove the old madman a few times, from beginning to end, the old madman just repeated the strange question.

"Has your child been named?"

There was a group of young prodigals who knew the old man well, and he blocked the old man, and one of them asked with a wicked smile: "I have a child in my family who has not yet been named, what do you want?"

The old man suddenly smiled, danced with joy, and said, "I'll take it, I'll take it, I'll choose a good name this time......

"Take your uncle!" the old man was kicked in the abdomen by the young man, kicked back and fell to the ground, and the old man rolled on the ground holding his stomach.

A dervish monk squatted down and helped the old man to his feet, and the group of prodigals laughed and left.

After the old man was helped up, he reached out and grabbed the monk's arm, and still asked the monk that extremely disrespectful question, "Has your child been named?"

The middle-aged monk looked at the demented old man, shook his head, and helped the old man pat off the dust, and then continued to move forward.

The old man still begged for his own hardships in the bazaar, and suffered countless blank eyes and abuse.

When the sun sets, the monks beg for food, and after the seven households, they no longer turn into fate, and there is little food in the iron bowl, and it is difficult to have food and clothing.

The monk enters the city from the north, goes out of the city from the south, the pedestrians on the road are like weaving, the monk bows his head and walks, if he encounters a small insect, he picks it up and puts it in a no-man's place beside the road.

Finally, I saw an ancient temple that had been abandoned for a long time, and the monk bowed with one hand outside the door and slowly walked in.

In the corridor under the eaves outside the main hall, after eating the food in the bowl, the monks began to sit cross-legged and continue their practice.

In the twilight, the old madman staggered back, and without looking at the monks, went straight to the main hall, fell on a pile of thatch, rolled up a thin and broken bedding, covered his hands and feet as much as possible, and fell asleep.

Nothing happened overnight.

The bad old man, who liked to give people names, woke up at noon, and when he woke up, he left the ruined temple and went to the people in the city, and the old man turned a blind eye to the middle-aged monk. At first, no one speculated whether the old madman would be a strange man with a strange temperament, but later he found out that he was simply an old waste, who couldn't fight back and scolded and didn't return his mouth, and he would cry when he was beaten, and he would bleed when he was beaten, and in the end, only some idle prodigals were willing to make fun of the old man.

The old man has lived in this ruined temple for many years.

For the next half a year, day after day, the monks stayed here temporarily, occasionally going to the city with the old man to make a bowl, and occasionally going out of the city with the old man and returning to his residence. The two of them had no verbal communication, and even made very little eye contact, and every time the old madman saw the monk, he was at a loss and couldn't remember anything.

It was a night of heavy rain and thunder.

In the midst of the storm, it is estimated that even the shouts that are close at hand cannot be heard.

The old man who shrunk on the thatched shop, every time the thunder sounded, he would tremble in fright, and the old man who was asleep, I don't know if he remembered something sad, or had a nightmare, his hands clenched into fists, his body tensed, and he kept repeating and muttering: "It's grandpa who has a bad name, it's grandpa who has hurt you, it's grandpa who has hurt you." ”

That withered and old face no longer had any tears to flow, but it looked particularly heartbreaking.

As the rapid thunder became intermittent, although the rain was still dense and terrifying, the old man's self-talk had faded.

But just as the old man fell into a deep sleep, the monk bent his fingers and tapped lightly.

Boom!

The sound of wooden fish resounded throughout the ancient temple.

Like spring thunder sounded under the corridor.

The old man was excited, sat up suddenly, looked around, first dazed, then relieved, and finally sad, stood up, and walked outside the main hall. It's just that although the momentum is amazing, the old man's physique is still extremely weak.

The tiger will not fall.

The old man walked out of the temple, looked up, was silent for a long time, and finally only looked stunned.

The monk said softly: "All feelings are bitter. ”

The old man didn't look at the monk, and sneered: "What kind of bitterness! Lao Tzu is happy! When an immortal who has no desire for nothing, how can he be free? The immortal and long-sighted bullshit is high up one by one, only remembering the immortals and forgetting the people...... Haha, the common people forget to be a man and want the sky to thunder, and the gods forget that they are really immortals, ridiculous and ridiculous......"

The middle-aged monk said, "All living beings are suffering. ”

The old man was silent, sat cross-legged, his fists clenched on his knees, and laughed at himself: "It's like a different world." ”

At dawn, the old man, who had fallen asleep at some point, suddenly woke up, his eyes cloudy again, and then continued his muddy day.

In this way, more than a month has passed, and on a full moon night in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the old man finally regained consciousness, but this time the spirit of the whole person is not as good as before, and he is dying.

He sat in the corridor under the eaves with the monks, looking at the bright moon, the old man said to himself, "My grandson is very smart, he is the smartest reading seed in the world, but it's a pity that the surname is Cui, it's unfortunate, it's even more unfortunate to meet a grandfather like me, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this......"

The middle-aged monk was silent.

Someone once said in Cui's family in Aquarius: There is a temple without monks sweeping the floor, and there is incense without fire and the moon is lit.

After the winter, the heavy snow, the old man slept in the temple, his teeth were fighting, his face was blue, as if he was going to survive this cold winter, the monk entered the dervishes, handed the old man a warm dry cake, the old man took it in a daze, suddenly threw it on the ground, his eyes recovered a little clear, and then looked at the monk who picked up the dry cake again, and reached out again to hand over the dry cake, the old man shook his head and said: "I only want to see my grandson when I live, otherwise I will not be blind, I can't swallow this breath, I can't break it! I want to say sorry to him, it's grandpa who is sorry for him...... I can't be crazy, I want to be sober, monk, you save me!"

The old man clenched the monk's arm tightly, "Monk, as long as you let me see my grandson soberly, I will be a cow and a horse for you...... I'm going to kowtow to you, I'm going to be your apprentice! Yes, yes, you're a monk with great powers, and you can definitely help me get out of the sea of suffering......

This time, the old man who came to his senses had withered his spiritual energy like rotten wood, and there were signs of running out of oil and lamps, and his consciousness was no longer clear.

The monk said indifferently: "Why can't you let go of your obsession? Even if you see him, what can you do?"

The old man looked sad, "How can I let it go?" It's not my business alone, I can't let it go, I can't let it go in this life. ”

The middle-aged monk thought for a while, "Since you can't put it down, let's pick it up first." ”

The old man asked stupidly, "How to take it?"

The monk replied, "Go to Dali." ”

The old man nodded and said, "Yes, my grandson is in Dali." ”

The monk shook his head and said, "Your grandson is in Dasui, but your grandson's husband is in Dali Longquan County." ”

The old man fell into panic, his body retreated, against the wall, and shook his head vigorously: "I don't want to see Wen Sheng......"

After a while, the old man suddenly became furious, "If you want to harm me, kill me, if you want to harm my grandson, I will smash your golden body with one punch!"

When the words landed, the old man struggled to stand up, and his momentum was so strong and majestic, he was actually the two pure martial artists who did not lose to the Lizhu Cave Tianzhong.

But that's just a bit of bluff left.

The monk's face was calm, and he stared down at the iron bowl in his hand, and there was clear water in the bowl, "A bowl of water in the Buddha's view, 84,000 insects." ”

The old man frowned and said, "Bald donkey, don't fight with the old man!"

The monk turned his head and lifted the iron bowl slightly, "This is the most interesting thing about your grandson, he saw the 'small', and the poor monk thought he could talk to his husband." ”

The old man's eyes were resolute, "Monk, what you have planned is very big, and the old man will never agree to you." ”

The monk sighed, "Rootless grass." ”

The monk just got up and left.

The old man seized the time to sit cross-legged and began to breathe and breathe, and his original dead skin slowly shone with golden light.

Then he carved the five words "Dali Longquan County" with his fingers in the palm of his hand, the flesh and blood were blurred, and he kept telling himself, "To go here, you must go here, just look and don't say, don't ask and don't do", the heart lake is stirring, and the heart is engraved.

The old man returned to the temple and fell asleep.

The heavy snow outside the temple intensified, but as soon as the cold air approached the temple gate, it automatically melted.