After crossing the city in the rain, I don't know why, I haven't turned the book for a long time, but I don't want to worry about what the sages want to tell me, only the words.

I thought about it before, I couldn't do it before, but now I can do it.

A heavy snow flooded the road to the north, and among the mountains, a man and a donkey climbed hard.

Finally arrived at the peak of a small mountain, when going down the mountain, Leng Buding saw the village under the mountain cooking smoke everywhere, and then look, there was cooking smoke everywhere, and there was no trace on the road.

Presumably at this time in the village, most of the families are heating the kang head with their wives and children.

Someone's beard has grown old and is getting scruffier. It's not that I'm obsessed with not using aura, but I just don't want to wash my face.

Since you don't want to, then don't wash it.

When I arrived in the village, there were footprints on the road.

Some homes sweep the snow from the door to the main road. In front of some people's homes, there are three layers of snow, and there are many footprints in front of the door.

Children are used to heavy snow, and they don't know how to do boring things like building snowmen. Some of the children took a basket from their home, swept up a patch of snow and sprinkled it with grain, making a simple trap to catch sparrows.

Liu Jingxun said in his heart that in the past in Middle-earth, there was a dynasty that caught sparrows and was exiled.

Seeing that a flock of sparrows was attracted to him, right in the middle of the road, and before the children could pull the rope, he led the donkey to a halt and did not hurry over.

After a few moments, a child in a heavy cotton jacket pulled the string, and the basket fell immediately, but it was empty, and dozens of sparrows failed to catch a single one.

But the children were not discouraged, ran over to clean up the traps, and started all over again!

Liu Jingxun took off the wine gourd and poured a sip of wine, once upon a time, he was not afraid of the bamboo basket to fetch water, at this time, then repair the bamboo basket, and the bamboo basket was used as a bucket to fetch water.

Liu Jingxun smiled and said to the children, "This won't work, instead of this, it's better to make a bow and shoot sparrows."

Bow?

The children turned their heads in unison, not afraid of life: "Will you do it?"

Liu Jingxun nodded, "Of course, when I was a child, I made it myself, where there is a peach tree, cut a few branches, and it is easy to make a small bow that can shoot more than ten steps."

One of the children said, "Wait."

As soon as the words fell, the girl ran out, and after a while, she came back with a peach tree the thickness of a thumb.

This kid is really good, what you want, let's do it.

Liu Jingxun was also unambiguous, commanding a group of children to build a fire at the entrance of the village, roasting the peach wood with the fire, and using their ropes, he quickly made a bow.

Then he found a stone, cut it with his knife in the shape of an arrow, and made another arrow, but it had no feathers.

I tried it, and it was indeed the same as when I was a child, it was not bad, but the accuracy was not high, and it depended on luck if I wanted to shoot.

It was only at this time that Liu Jingxuan asked, "Do you want to eat sparrow meat?"

The children shook their heads in unison, and the child who went to fetch the peach tree said, "I just want to catch it, and we don't know what to do with it, and we haven't thought about it yet."

Liu Jingxun was stunned again, and suddenly thought that he was nearly fifty years old all the way, as if since thirty years ago, he no longer did what he wanted to do, but more to do it for what he wanted, and if he didn't get what he wanted after doing it, he would be disappointed.

On the other hand, the child in front of him does not ask for anything else, he just wants to do it.

The sloppy young man smiled, handed the bow to the child, turned and walked to lead the donkey, and continued north.

It seems that unconsciously, I have regained the feeling that there is a teacher everywhere in the world.

He didn't even notice it, and before he knew it, his steps were so much easier that even the donkey didn't think he was any heavier.

After another mountain, it was getting late.

I thought it was another night in the forest, but I never thought that there was a small temple in the depths of the forest, and the candlelight was weak.

In the past, Liu Jingxun would not have walked into the Buddhist temple, but this time he led the donkey, went straight to the temple gate, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Without him, you can go if you want to.

The paint peeling door creaked open

, the person who opened the door was a thin monk.

Before Liu Jingxun could speak, the monk said, "Donor, please come in."

Liu Jingxuan still hesitated slightly, and asked, "I have killed too many evils, and I am afraid of colliding with the Buddha."

The monk nodded, turned his head and shouted at the courtyard, "My Buddha let me."

Turning around, the monk said to Liu Jingxun, "I can enter now."

Liu Jingxun smiled dumbly, hugged his fist at the old monk, and said with a smile, "Thank you, master."

After entering the door, Liu Jingxuan asked an extremely unreasonable question: "Does the master eat meat?"

The monk was not annoyed, but smiled and said, "The entrance of cattle and sheep can be vegetarian, and the weeds can also taste the taste of meat.

Boy! Liu Jingxuan clenched his fists again, and said sincerely: "Monk!"

As a result, the monk just smiled slightly, shook his head, and said, "The donor thinks it is tall because the donor is squatting and standing up is not high. Isn't it also a place where your feet are on the ground and your head is on the sky."

Almost the words gave Liu Jingxun a whole suit.

He asked, "Does the master drink?"

The monk went inside, took out a bowl, and smiled, "I'm just thirsty."

The two sat down in a daze, the monk drank in the bowl, and the young man drank in the gourd.

After a few bowls of wine, it was not a wine gourd that could be filled, and the monk was not surprised to see it, but Liu Jingxunzai looked at it carefully several times, this is indeed a lay monk in his seventies.

The old monk took the initiative to ask, "What is the donor looking for?"

Liu Jingxun smiled and nodded: "Master Insight, I'm looking for me."

The monk shook his head and smiled, picked up Liu Jingxun's wine gourd, filled the wine bowl, and then put down the wine gourd and pushed the bowl in front of Liu Jingxun.

"The donor bows his head."

Liu Jingxun slowly lowered his head, he hadn't seen me for a long time, and he was suddenly stunned.

The young man laughed, "It's nearly fifty years old, and it's the first time I've grown so far."

The old monk smiled and asked, "But the donor?"

Liu Jingxuan took another sip of wine and said softly, "Like."

The monk shook his head, pulled back the wine bowl and drank it all, and then filled it again, and then asked, "Look at the appearance of the donor, he has read a lot, so what does the donor think of the word Rulai?"

Liu Jingxun shook his head and said, "The truth hurts, so I still don't say it."

As a result, the monk turned his head and said, "Don't listen if you come."

Liu Jingxun laughed and obeyed the monk in front of him.

He said, "If you come, as if you are coming."

The monk pushed the bowl over again and smiled, "The donor looks down again."

Liu Jingxun lowered his head again, it was clear that there was no difference, but the feeling was different.

Only then did the monk say, "If you come, it seems to have come, but in fact you have not come, so there is no other person in the bowl. The donor looks for himself, the person in the bowl looks like you, you think it's not, but you're here."

The monk asked again, "Has the benefactor read the Buddhist scriptures?"

Liu Jingxun raised his head and replied, "After turning a few pages, I don't know much about it."

The monk smiled and said, "The ancient mirror is the stage, the Buddha comes to the Buddha, and the people come to appear. If the donor doesn't stand down, where can he find himself? Isn't it necessary to leave a shave?"

Liu Jingxun hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't dare."

The old monk smiled, got up and pointed to the wing room in the distance, and said softly, "Let's rest for the night, the people stand down and rest, and the donkeys also rest."

The old monk made a bed, the sloppy young man made a bed, and the two slept head to head.

It's just that Liu Jingxun has always been unable to sleep, and he is still thinking about the conversation.

Half an hour later, the old monk suddenly got up, walked to the table and picked up the mallet, without knocking the wooden fish and knocking people's heads.

With a blow on the head, Liu Jingxun was stunned.

One more drop, and the young man's mind went blank.

The three sticks fell, and the monk asked, "What is the donor thinking?"

Liu Jingxun said, "I don't know."

The monk nodded, "Then go to sleep."

I don't know, I don't know.

Thinking about it, the young man has fallen into a deep sleep.

A moment later, a dream came to me.

It was the monk who led the donkey, and the young man was on the back of the donkey, and neither side was speechless.

I don't know how long it has been, in short, thousands of mountains and rivers are at the feet, and the snow is flying all the way, and no one is stopping it.

It wasn't until dawn in the dream that the monk asked, "What is the difference between sincerity and righteousness, Taoism and nature, and talking to you and me?"

The young man shook his head, "It doesn't make much difference."

Or he asked, "What's the same?"

The young man blurted out, "It's not the same."

The monk looked up, "Oh?"

The young man smiled and said, "I don't think about it first, let's see if I want to see if I want to."

The monk smiled and let go of the reins and said softly, "Did you find it?"

The young man said a big thing: "I don't look for it, but I have found the way."

As soon as the words fell, Liu Jingxun opened his eyes suddenly.

The man is still on the back of a donkey, but the donkey is in the first snow city.

Liu Jingxun shook his head with a smile and jumped off the back of the donkey, the sky was not yet bright.

Walking to the foot of Qike Mountain, and then looking at the two sentences hanging at the mountain gate, it seems to be different.

"There are no elegant guests in the mountains, all of them are worldly."

tied the donkey in front of the gatehouse where Yang Laohan was in the past, and suddenly remembered the conversation between the two back then.

Someone asked, "Three years of mountain riders, two years of snowman, the boy is no longer a teenager, is the spirit still sharp?"

Someone replied, "When you go up the mountain and climb the stairs, you used to be on the shoulders of others, and after that you are yourself." The boy is still the same, and the sword is still simple."

Liu Jingxuan muttered, "I broke my promise, I'm here again."

Sharp is still no, I don't know, see if you want to see if you want to.

Luo Jian simply no, I don't know, I don't know, I don't want to think about it.

The young man took a broom, got up from his feet, and swept the snow up the mountain.

As a result, after only a few steps, someone came running with a broom.

The young student muttered, "I got up so early, and I haven't grabbed it yet, where are you from, why haven't I seen you before?"

Liu Jingxun smiled, "Me? I have lived in the mountains for two years, swept snow for two years, and left for more than 20 years.

The young man nodded, "That's Senior Brother, can't you look at it?" How did you get so stumbling? Why don't you come back when you visit your family?"

Liu Jingxuan shook his head and said, "I don't want to, maybe I'll think about it tomorrow."

Sweeping snow all the way, there was one more person from time to time, and when he was about to reach the top of the mountain, Liu Jingxun couldn't grab it, so he had to carry a broom and follow at the end.

Approaching the top of the mountain, the two scholars stood one after the other, and a group of snow-sweeping students hurriedly respectfully respected, respecting the mountain chief and Mr. Sun.

As a result, the mountain chief in the high place smiled and smiled, and everyone reacted, and turned around together, only to see a sloppy young man smiling and clenching his fists.

Sun Li smiled: "One-armed, don't look at the ceremony. Did Mr. Liu find his soul?"

Liu Jingxun shook his head and said softly, "Don't look for it, there is not much time left in the Communist Party, and it would be too hypocritical to dwell on these things again."

The three of them moved to the bottom of the three-character pagoda at the same time, Sun Li laughed and said, "A few of them have gone west to the Lingchun Dynasty, what about you?"

Liu Jingxun smiled, "Then I have to hurry up."

After pouring a sip of wine, Liu Jingxun said softly: "Annoying Qiao Shanchang to send a message to Shuangyue, let her publish the Di newspaper, and write Liu Jingxun, the son of Ji Qiao, to ask Jian Xuanyuan City on the third day of the ninth month, please wait for the old thief who smells the whale."

Qiao Zhengli raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Really? Got it in mind?"

Liu Jingxuan nodded and said, "Seriously. It doesn't matter if you want to be good or not, it doesn't matter if you can fight or not, the important thing is that you want to go, and I have to trouble Mr. Qiao to take me back and forth, and I still have to go to Yuzhuzhou."

Qiao Zhengli nodded and said, "It's a trivial matter, Niu Nose won't say anything. But you, why don't you go in and have a look?"

Liu Jingxun nodded and said, "Let's take a look when you come."

Walking into the three-character pagoda, Liu Jingxun took a deep breath and asked, "Are you there?"

In his own world, in the thatched cottage on the shore of Lei Ze, a young man walked out with a smile.

"It's always there, you don't see it."