"Once upon a time there was a mountain. ”

"There's a tree on the mountain. ”

"Under the tree, there is a temple. ”

"Inside the temple, there is an old monk and a little monk. ”

The old monk told the story to the little monk, and the old monk said...... Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a tree on the mountain, and there was a temple under the tree, and there was an old monk and a little monk in the temple, and the old monk told the story to the little monk......"

Jin Tian listened to the scriptures and heard such a story, his eyes moved away from the sea of fire and fell on the old monk who was beside him.

He opened his mouth and said, "The old monk said: Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a tree on the mountain, and there was a temple under the tree, and there was an old monk and a little monk in the temple, and the old monk told the story to the little monk......

"Would you like to be that little monk?" the old monk asked.

"What's so good about being a monk?" Jin Tian disdained.

"What's so bad about being a monk?"

"It's not good anyway, I don't like it. ”

"What if I can't help you?"

"I will resist. ”

"It's useless to resist?"

"I don't know, I'm too lazy to think about it. ”

"So, I don't want to. ”

"What do you mean?"

"I'm too lazy to say it. ”

"You!

"I'm not right either. ”

Jin Tian felt helpless, and felt that the old monk was a scoundrel, even more scoundrel than himself, and he could only be helpless.

"Teach you to recite the scriptures, do you want to learn or not?"

"Can you not learn?"

"I'll read it again, it's up to you whether you learn it or not. ”

"Okay, I'll learn. ”

"Once upon a time there was a mountain. ”

"Once upon a time there was a mountain. ”

"There is a tree on the mountain. ”

"There is a tree on the mountain. ”

"There is a temple under the tree. ”

"There is a temple under the tree. ”

The old monk read this, because the scriptures were written like this, and the scriptures hung in front of them, and there was a sea of fire in front of them.

Jin Tian followed the old monk to recite the scriptures, and only then did he recite three sentences. And the scriptures were finished, and there was no more to them.

"Would you like to be that little monk?"

"Willing...... Hmmm? No......."

"Well, good. ”

Jin Tian's thoughts were not on the scriptures recited by the old monk, and he reacted quickly, but the timing of this reaction was not appropriate, and he wanted to express his true thoughts in his heart. But there was no chance.

The old monk's plain voice seemed to have the vicissitudes and calmness that saw through everything, but when it really came out, a suppressed light accompaniment flew to Jin Tian.

The result of this kind of "you love me willingly" is very willing to be seen by the old monk, and it is even more brutally transformed into reality.

After the word "good" came out, the top of Jin Tian's head began to itch, and he hadn't had time to do anything yet. The black, thick hair fell down one by one, spreading out to the ground in a slow and rapid manner.

Jin Tian turned into a bald head.

"From now on, you are a little monk. The old monk smiled slightly and paused, "Do you have anything to say?"

Jin Tian nodded.

"If you have something you want to say, then you can say it. The old monk said.

Jin Tian shook his head, his eyes swept over the old monk. Fell to the big tree next to the old monk, trying to see everything on the trunk.

"Say what you want. Otherwise, there will be no chance. The old monk was a little puzzled, but he didn't care.

Jin Tian still didn't speak, didn't even move his mouth, his eyes stayed on the trunk of the tree, and carefully stared at the slightly abrupt pieces of brown and red skin that seemed to be arranged in a disorderly and regular manner.

A layer of old skin, some thickness.

The bark of a tree is the same as the face.

"Skin. It's a bit thick. Li Yuchen said.

Jin Tian's gaze shifted and turned to Li Yuchen, the old monk's face showed uncalmness, as if he was surprised, but he didn't look back.

"The skin is not thick. How to withstand the wind and rain. The old monk said.

"The wind may blow, but the rain is different. Li Yuchen smiled lightly.

The dense foliage of the tree can shelter the trunk from wind and rain, although it is not all, but it also makes the trunk much better, and it does not receive the direct beating of the rain...... What's more, this is a temple.

A temple with only three walls can shelter a lot of wind.

"The wind and rain are outside, in the heart. The old monk smiled, raised his right hand, and pointed to the tree casually, "Being blown by the wind and rain is inevitable, and you can only bear it silently." ”

"How about building a wall and not seeing the sea of fire?" Li Yuchen said.

Out of sight and out of mind, within the walls, plus the leaves to cover, there will not be too much wind and rain, it seems to be evasion, and it is not a life choice.

Take a step back, you don't see the fire, you don't worry, and the wind and rain can't blow.

Take a step back and open the sky.

"Forward, forward. The old monk shook his head, "I took a step, and I always wanted to take the next step." ”

There is no way back in life, except for moving forward, you can only move forward, facing the progress of goals and hopes, taking the first step, thinking about taking the second step, urging all the time, wanting to go to the end.

Time is forward, who can go backwards? Who can always go backwards?

The one-way street of life, one road to the dark.

Mountains are still mountains, trees are still trees, temples are still temples, and monks are still monks...... The sea of fire, which has been burning, has burned countless years.

"He won't be a monk. Li Yuchen stared at the sea of fire, and there was fire in his eyes.

"He was destined to be a monk. The old monk's voice was very soft and his attitude was very firm.

"Why?" Jin Tian only felt depressed, "Give me a reason." ”

"Only when you are a monk can you leave, only when you are a monk, can you live, and only when you are a monk can you continue. The old monk smiled, "This temple lacks a little monk." ”

"Why me?"

"There were only two people who came here. ”

"Why me?"

"Because, you're not him. ”

Jin Tian compromised, the old monk still had a lot of things to explain, he just agreed, seemed to accept fate, and acted in accordance with fate.

"He won't be a monk. Li Yuchen said.

"He's a little monk. The old monk smiled and shook his head, "The little monk is not a monk, and it is not so easy to become a monk." ”

Jin Tian's gaze fell on the old monk, wanting to hear his next words and get a reasonable explanation...... If you have the opportunity. There's still a fight.

"It's not that easy...... the old monk let out a very light sigh, his eyes slightly misty.

"Go on, why don't you continue?" Jin Tian looked at the old monk, and his helpless expression seemed to have a feeling of hating iron but not steel.

"Once upon a time there was a mountain. ”

"There's a tree on the mountain. ”

"Under the tree, there is a temple. ”

"Inside the temple. There was an old monk and a little monk. ”

The old monk told the story to the little monk, and the old monk said...... Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a tree on the mountain, and there was a temple under the tree, and there was an old monk and a little monk in the temple, and the old monk told the story to the little monk......"

It's a story.

This is a passage of scripture.

A story written on the scriptures and read by an old monk becomes a scripture.

The empty and mutilated scriptures were added to the later part by the old monk to tell a story that never ends. Tell a story that doesn't end.

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, there was a tree on the mountain, and there was a temple under the tree, and there was an old monk and a little monk in the temple, and the old monk told the story to the little monk...... "Jin Tian followed the old monk and read the so-called scriptures, although he knew what would be behind, but he still followed the old monk's voice and recited lightly.

A mountain, a tree. A temple, an old monk and a little monk...... Now. There is one more Li Yuchen.

Li Yuchen looked at the sea of fire, looked at it for a long time, and really saw it.

A smile of unspeakable happiness or sadness appeared on his lips.

"Once upon a time, there were no mountains, no trees, no temples. There are no old monks and little monks...... Even the Buddha does not exist. He said.

His voice is very soft, like telling a story to a child who is about to sleep, but in simple words, he tells a very important story beyond ordinary people's understanding.

Once upon a time, there were no mountains.

There are no mountains. There would be no trees on the mountain.

Without trees, there would be no temples under trees.

Without a temple, where do monks come from?

Therefore, everything here is false.

"Once upon a time, there were no mountains, trees, temples, monks or anything. The old monk smiled, smiling a little happily, "But what about the past? What about pushing back some time from the front to the back?"

The old monk raised his head with a smile, a vicissitudes of life on his face, and grinned at Jin Tian, who had become bald.

"You look like this, you're very badly beaten!" Jin Tian said suddenly.

"Then you're going to beat me!" the old monk still grinned, his smile was a little uglier than before, a little more hateful, "I'm very badly beaten, especially underbeaten, what can you do with me?"

Jin Tian didn't speak, he didn't deny the old monk's words, and he couldn't even find a chance to deny it, but his two hands were clenched into fists, and his fists were clenched tightly.

He threw a punch and hit the old monk in the face.

There is no need to speak, actual actions are more useful and persuasive than words.

At the moment when the fist fell, there was even a cool feeling in my heart, as if I had abandoned all the unhappy things, and I was only comfortable.

"Honestly, your fists are a little hard, and besides, don't your hands hurt?" the old monk still smiled.

"What do you mean?" Jin Tian wondered.

The old monk just smiled and did not speak.

Suddenly, Jin Tian's face changed, it was like a strange weather, speaking of wind is rain, just now it was a sunny day, and the next moment it was a thunderstorm.

"My hands hurt so much!"

"It's broken!"

"Bleeding!"

"Bones...... It's cracked!"

Wailing one after another, Jin Tian clenched his right hand with his left hand, for fear that anything would happen to his right hand.

"Today, it's a long insight. Li Yuchen smiled slightly and kept staring at the sea of fire.

"If the skin is not thicker, how can it withstand the wind and rain?" the old monk also smiled.

"It's been a lot of vicissitudes. Li Yuchen said.

"I learned this when I was forced to be a monk. The old monk lowered his head and slowly closed his eyes, "Back then, there was really a mountain, on the mountain, there was really a tree, under the tree, there was really a temple, inside the temple, there was really an old monk and a little monk......"

It was a memory, a memory that was once ignorant, and even now that I think about it, my calm heart still doesn't feel calm.

The picture in my memory is that the mountain, the tree, the temple, and the monk that year...... There is also a story that can never be told.

"The old monk's favorite thing to do is to tell stories to the little monks, and each time it has to be told for a long time, and the story is the same every time. ”

"Once upon a time there was a mountain. ”

"There's a tree on the mountain. ”

"Under the tree, there is a temple. ”

"Inside the temple, there is an old monk and a little monk. ”

The old monk told the story to the little monk, and the old monk said...... Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a tree on the mountain, and there was a temple under the tree, and there was an old monk and a little monk in the temple, and the old monk told the story to the little monk......" (To be continued. )

PS: Don't talk about my water, I still have more than 200 words, just to write an artistic conception...... Do you feel it?

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