In the northwest of the capital, there is a city in Beijing. To tell the truth, the first emperor Wu Jiandi spent four years to build this city, and he would never have imagined that it would develop to such a grand situation now, and it became the second capital.

Originally, it was just to prevent the bad thing of no more backyard fires, so he built this military town similar to a barracks in the same proportion of the capital, which was reduced by more than ten times, and sat in the northwest of the capital to defend the capital.

Unexpectedly, after twenty or thirty years of development, it has become a small city, and the prosperity is no less than that of Chang'an, Kyoto, which is only separated by a wall.

It is said that the land in the capital is expensive, and the housing prices in Beijing are low, but the vermilion seals on the official identity examination are all stamped

The word "Chang'an" - of course, it was still covered a month ago

"Xi'an". At present, in addition to the behemoth-like building in the north of Beijing, it has been transformed into an urn city to garrison soldiers, from houses to streets and alleys to rivers, completely imitating the layout planning of Chang'an, but it is to rename the capital one hundred and eight squares

"Okay", but the name has not been changed, just to distinguish it. In the early morning of this day, a sloppy middle-aged man in cloth clothes, with a rather eye-catching unkempt white hair, walked into the city gate with a palm-sized wine gourd.

And he drank like this in the morning, and he was not a drunkard. The sloppy man looked at the pedestrians who were avoiding him, smiled, lifted the wine gourd and took another sip, and then as if he wanted to find a step for himself, he snorted his tongue at the passers-by, and said: "As the saying goes, wine is the essence of food, and the moon is the hometown of Ming. As he spoke, he shook the wine gourd at the passers-by quite generously and said, "Do you want to taste it?" Regardless of whether the other party answered or not, he took another sip of the wine gourd, smacked, indescribable enjoyment, and tasted: "This cheapest Roselle syrup is the most gluttonous." As he spoke, he ignored the eyes of the people around him and let them mumble

"Crazy man", Quan didn't hear it, and staggered westward. After touching the kung fu of half a stick of incense, it has arrived under the city wall in the west of the city, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians, and then you will come to a nunnery, and the name of the nunnery is Jingxin.

There were no pilgrims in the early morning, and the drunken cloudiness in the sloppy man's eyes receded, and he shook his head, which was still a little muddy, and shook himself forward.

Ignoring the few nuns who gave gifts to him along the way, he walked straight through the main hall, bypassed the Buddha statue, and walked to the abbot's room, without knocking on the door, and pushed the door directly into it without any rules.

The room is facing the door to enshrine the meaning of disaster relief, auspicious and peaceful, a female nun kneeling on the ground knocking on the wooden fish grinding the prayer beads, hearing the sound of the door, do not ask who it is, even if they have not seen each other for several years, but can be in the meditation nunnery without being blocked and can come in directly without etiquette, there is only one.

The nun still took care of herself and knocked on the wooden fish to grind the prayer beads and recited the Buddhist scriptures, but did not pay attention.

"What are you doing, I won't come out to greet me when I come." Say hello like a street scoundrel, with some rudeness in his tone, and the sloppy man smiles and speaks.

The nun was not angry, but she did not pay attention. The sloppy man was bored, muttering about why it was so boring, but the woman's hand movements stopped, and she said: "The donor only shows up every time he needs the poor nun, how interesting is the poor nun?" There are too many things that are boring for the poor nuns, and now they have to chant sutras every day to reduce their sins. What else does the donor want? The sloppy man leaned against the door frame, poured a sip of wine, smiled, and said, "If you commit another hate, add it again." Obviously, there is no benefit from such a person, so the nun kept silent and continued to chant.

The sloppy man stopped teasing the nun and asked, "What about the purple shirt?" The nun didn't look back, but still rhythmically knocked on the wooden fish, and said, "Chant in the side room." "Sloppy man

"Oh", he didn't close the door for the nun, turned around and walked to the side again. The nun sighed, as if she was helpless against him, and she was used to his temperament, and whispered

"Sin", got up and went to close the door. Walking to the side door, the sloppy man raised his hand and knocked on the door this time.

After waiting for a few breaths, the door opened, and it was opened by a nun in a short-sleeved purple dress, even if she was bald, she could not hide her beautiful appearance.

It's just that it's not a nondescript dress, but it really doesn't look like a robe.

"Master." The purple-clothed nun was slightly surprised when she saw the sloppy man in front of her, and shouted. Unlike the other people's tones, this one bites the vocal range very accurately, and is voiced rather than soft.

This nondescript title, I'm afraid that others will be a little surprised when they hear it. Sloppy man

"Hmm" said yes, and asked, "Nothing has happened lately?" The nun in purple gave way and wanted the sloppy man to enter the house, but the sloppy man leaned against the door frame and had no intention of entering the house.

The purple-clothed nun said, "No, Master." The scruffy man stopped talking, looked up and took a sip of wine. The purple-clothed nun said again: "Why does Master have time to go down the mountain today?" Is there not enough wine? ”

"No, no." The sloppy man waved his hand, turned around and walked to the opposite side of the door, squatted on the edge of the corridor on his knees, picked up a piece of dry grass under the corridor, put it to his mouth, and said, "How much wine did you drink when you went to the mountains at the beginning of the month?" "The nun in purple

"Oh", I don't know what to say. The sloppy man said again: "Pack up your things today, talk to the Prajna nun, and go to your mother tomorrow." ”

"Yes, Master." The purple-clothed nun clasped her hands together and gave a salute, and she didn't ask why she suddenly let herself go home, just like she didn't ask the master why she didn't go down the mountain for three years why she went down the mountain today.

She felt that she shouldn't ask, and she didn't need to ask, as if she was afraid that if she asked, she would break her Zen of thirty years of enlightenment, and it was taboo to say more.

This little nun didn't know who her parents were for as long as she could remember, so she wandered the world by herself and begged for a living.

I have eaten other people's leftovers, seen other people's cold eyes, grabbed a bowl of soup with a dog, and fought with a boy who is several years older than me for a steamed bun, been beaten and scolded, and gritted my teeth and told myself that I had to live in a single coat that was frozen unconscious in the cold winter of Sanjiu.

She thought that she couldn't die, and that she should find her father and ask why she had left her alone.

She didn't wait for her own father, but waited for a drunk, sloppy man. That night, the man stood at the base of the wall and threw up a mess, and she fell asleep in the base of the wall, which unfortunately caused the drunk man to vomit all over.

The man seemed to sober up instantly, apologizing and wiping the filth he spit out on her body without being dirty.

She was dirty, and the more she wiped it, the dirtier it became, and in the end, even the sloppy man was dirty in her hand, which caused the man to laugh.

So the man sat down beside her that night, and sat down on the filth that smelled of wine, and told her a lot.

He said, "I'm very happy today, so I've drunk a lot of wine, and I think I've been drinking it since I opened my eyes in the morning."

He said, ah, he went to a place where the sword was particularly powerful in the rivers and lakes, and won the sword formation that they were proud of, and after a while he could marry the most beautiful woman in the world.

He said, this little girl of hers is also a beautiful embryo, and she has grown up to charm all men in the world, but she is still not as good as his daughter-in-law who is fast to pass the door.

He said, ah, he has thought of all the names of the children, one, two, three, four, five, and it is better to have nine children, because ninety-nine is concentric.

He also said: "Otherwise, you will be my daughter, let me pass the addiction of being a father first." Add you exactly ten children, perfect. "There are such people in the world who name their children like a drinking order.

Before she could react, the sloppy man raised his dirty hand and scratched his messy hair, and said, "No, no, my daughter-in-law would be angry if she knew that I had a daughter, what if she didn't marry me." The sloppy man thought about it for a long time, and thought that she, the one who asked for food, fell asleep on him, and didn't hear the man speak.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already dawn, and the man was still beside her, unkempt and unkempt.

The first thing she heard when she opened her eyes was, "Either I'll be your master." It's the Master, not the Master. "The flat range bites very accurately.

It's a voiceless, not a soft voice. It was the first thing she woke up to hear, and the first thing she said about the turning point in her life.

From then on, she followed the scruffy drunken man back home, the large, large yard built on the mountain.

It didn't take long to see the woman she thought in her heart should be the most beautiful woman in the world. She shouted uncontrollably

"Mother", called a big girl who hadn't passed the door yet

"Mother". Everyone who came to Daoxi wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and they all wanted to see how this woman who came out of the most powerful place in the martial arts could deal with it.

It wasn't until she grew up that she understood the three virtues of women and the four virtues that she understood that the woman said yes and then said

How much courage it takes to "shout again". After that, the abbot of the White Horse Temple, who was too old to be old, said that she was born with relics, and it didn't take long for her to be taken into the empty door.

Every time the mother, who she herself thinks is a hundred times more beautiful than herself, gives birth, the sloppy man will take her home and tell her that this is her sister, this is her brother.

The mother coaxed the child and said, "This is your sister." Since then, she has thought that she can't die, and she has to protect these younger brothers and sisters, as well as this mother who is better looking than herself.

But she still didn't make it. Let's just say that the latest in her eyes, she can lead the heavenly tribulation to break through the cultivation to return to the great consummation, and she and the master fought at the foot of the mountain for a night, causing the wind to howl, the clouds crushing the thousands of mountains, the thunder rolling, and the thunder opened the sky, and she failed to go up the mountain to see the old man and ask a word that was pressed in her heart, and ask the old man why he forced his children and grandchildren to do things he didn't like.

She felt that she hadn't done a good job, and that she hadn't protected her brother and sister as an older sister.

In a fit of rage, she smashed the entire Buddhist hall, and the sloppy man just came to her and told her: "The time has not come, you need to shape the golden body again." At that time, she didn't know what the timing was, so she didn't say anything when she asked Master, she just asked her to recite the sutra.

The nuns in the temple asked her to memorize the Diamond Sutra 3,000 times to atone for her sins. The sloppy man said that 3,000 times was not enough, and that he had to recite 60,000 times.

Then carry it, as long as you can offset the regret in your heart that you didn't go to the 60 rods for your master, as long as you can offset your regret for not helping your sister and brother share your worries, don't say it 60,000 times, even if you carry it to death.

She really memorized it 60,000 times, and then she drew a line on the wall until the yellow wall revealed gray bricks. Besides, in the eyes of others, the abbot of Xi'an White Horse Temple was born with relics in her mouth, regardless of the monks in the temple to break the door and go out of the south of the Yangtze River, blocking the Bai family in the south of the Yangtze River for 300 miles and not going north.

She felt that she hadn't done enough, because she couldn't protect her mother as a daughter, and she didn't share it for her father.

After breaking the killing ring and copying the Heart Sutra three thousand times, it can't calm the hatred in front of the grave. Especially when she passed in the morning in Qingming cold clothes, she saw that no matter the wind or rain, the master slept on the stele, she felt even more useless.

It's better to replace the sword yourself. She thought about it often, so she read the last verse of each verse

"I hate to kill all the Bai family and open the way for my mother", the back of the paper can't calm the regret in her heart. She hated herself for years.

She feels that the so-called chance is nothing more than that. Until this sloppy man, who has not gone down the mountain for three years, and has not entered Beijing for three years, she now feels that the time should come.

"Master, I'll leave now." The purple-clothed nun spoke.

"Wait, wait." The sloppy man turned around and muttered, "When my sister and brother come back, you have to go clean and catch the wind." The nun named Zi Xiang was still with her hands folded and bowed slightly, and she shouted a Buddha name.

At that time, some people in Beijing said that the Jingxin Nunnery in the west of the city has a dazzling golden light.