Zhan Zhizhan glanced at Zheng Yushuang, who was wearing a raincoat, sighed, and whispered the word "Qinyuan Spring" written by Nalan Rongruo: "Fleeting life, thin life is like this, how can you forget it?" Remember the embroidery couch when it is idle and blows red rain; The carving is bent, and the sun is leaning on the same side. The dream is so hard to stay, the poem is not continued, and it wins a deeper cry. The remains are there, only a turn of spirit, not allowed to look at it. Re-looking for the blue is vast, the material is short, and there will be frost in the future. In the heavens on earth, the edge of the dust is not broken; Spring flowers and autumn moons, touching and hurting. If you want to take precautions, turn over and shake down, and reduce the fragrance of Xunyi yesterday. It's really helpless, the sound of the flute is next to the flute, and the ileum is composed. ”

Zheng Yushuang was silent for a moment, and chanted a famous five-law poem by Cui Hu, a talented son of Boling in the early years of Tang Dezongzhen's first year: "Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. ”

Zhan Zhizhan's heartstrings were touched by Zheng Yushuang, and he sighed again and stood up.

"Big brother, don't do this. I really...... I'm really scared......" Zheng Yushuang walked over and hugged Zhan Zhizhan's waist, silently snuggling Zhen Shou in Zhan Zhizhan's arms. Zhan Zhizhan sighed, hugged Zheng Yushuang's slender waist, turned around and walked slowly towards the gate of the cemetery.

When he walked to the front of the plain cement room of the caretaker of the cemetery, Zhan Zhizhan stopped, thought about it, and walked straight in. The old man guarding the cemetery was preparing to eat a cold nest head and a small plate of pickles. He suddenly looked up and saw Zhan Zhizhan, an uninvited guest with a gloomy face, and a beautiful girl breaking in, and he couldn't help but be taken aback, and the nest head in his hand almost fell to the ground. Then, he was very surprised. Zhan Zhizhan didn't say much, he took a shabby stool and sat down, and at the same time nodded to the old man who looked to be in his sixties, signaling him to leave him alone.

The old man didn't have much flesh on his body, and he was so thin that it was like a gust of wind that could blow him into the air. But those pair of deep-set eyes were particularly bright, which made a deep impression on Zhan Zhizhan. He seemed a little frightened, didn't say anything, and ate on his own. The old man gradually calmed down. Maybe he has been guarding this cemetery for many, many years, and it is difficult for him to tell how many years, he has seen enough things about life and death in this world, and he doesn't need to ask to know that Zhan Zhizhan is a sad person again.

The old man took a bite of the head of the nest and chewed it slowly. The back of his hand was as rough as the bark of an old pine tree, cracked one after another, and a few thick calluses were worn out on the palms of his hands, and the flowing years mercilessly carved deep wrinkles on his purple face. The old man ate very slowly, a small nest head and head for half an hour, after eating the old man sighed for some reason, and his red face looked extremely satisfied. This old man can't be the legendary worldly master, right?

Zhan Zhizhan didn't think about why the old man sighed, but looked around the old man's house, saw a copy of the "Diamond Sutra" on the table, picked it up, turned to a page casually, and looked at it intently: "The Buddha told Subodhi, 'Bodhisattvas, great bodhisattvas, should eliminate the interference of evil thoughts like this. Everything that is alive, such as oviparous, viviparous, rotting out of damp places, other things that are transfigured, tangible, intangible, thoughtless, thoughtless, undistracted, undistracted, We have caused them to perish and enter the state of nirvana. Although I have destroyed immeasurable, innumerable, boundless beings, in essence I have not destroyed them. ’”

"That's not what you should see, young man." The old man said suddenly, his voice as powerful as a bell.

Seeing that Zhan Zhizhan was a little puzzled, the old man continued to explain: "The things in this are too mysterious for you young people to see!" ”

Zhan Zhizhan raised the book in his hand and asked, "What about it...... What do you think, uncle? ”

The old man smiled and did not speak. The more the old man was like this, the more Zhan Zhizhan's curiosity became, and he felt that this old man was by no means an ordinary tomb watcher, which was very interesting, and asked, "Uncle, isn't it just a Buddhist scripture?" I don't see what's going on. ”

"The Diamond Sutra runs through the heavens and the earth, and the life and death of all things are all in it. The Buddha said in the Diamond Sutra that 'there is no self, no one, no sentient beings, and no longevity', which is the highest state of our practice. The old man smiled again.

"Oh...... Uncle, what do you mean by 'selfless, no-man, sentient beings, and lifeless'? Zhan Zhizhan had heard of this famous saying of Buddhism for a long time, so he didn't think that the old man was playing tricks, but became more and more interested.

The old man's eyes were slightly closed, like an old monk in a trance, and he slowly squinted his eyes for a while and said, "King Goli said to the Buddha, 'If I cut you into several pieces, will you hate me?' The Buddha said, 'No.' So King Gori cut the Buddha into pieces. But after a while, the Buddha recovered and came back to life. The Buddha turned into a ball of light, a ball of Buddha light, a ball of golden light, spiritual light, rui light, and auspicious light. ”

Zhan Zhizhan understood that the old man was persuading him to get rid of life and death, and he had no worries or worries. This reminded Zhan Zhizhan of the scriptures recited by the Ming Sect before his death in Uncle Jin Yong's "Heaven and Dragon Slayer". He blurted out: "Burn my body, the flames are blazing, what is the joy of life, and why is it bitter to die?" For the sake of good and evil, only the light is the cause. Joy and sorrow are dust. Have mercy on me, there are many sorrows! ”

The old man hadn't read Uncle Jin Yongjin's "Heaven and Dragon Slayer", so he naturally didn't know what Zhan Zhizhan said. He was very surprised that Zhan Zhizhan was so young, and he didn't know the "Buddhist scriptures" he was chanting. Of course, he never dreamed that Zhan Zhizhan's casual chant was made up by Uncle Jin Yong and Jin in the novel. The old man frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and realized that what Zhan Zhizhan said was that people should have the kind of great benevolence and courage that does not think of their own death, but has compassion for everyone's worries and sufferings. The old man's eyes opened slightly, and the cloudy old eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he said, "Young man, you have a lot of wisdom, and if you can study the Dharma intensively, you will definitely be able to achieve a generation of merits." The Buddha said that there are 'eight sufferings' in life, which are the eight kinds of suffering fruits that sentient beings suffer from the six realms of reincarnation. ”

"The eight bitter fruits of the six realms of reincarnation of sentient beings?" Zhan Zhizhan became more and more afraid to underestimate the old man in front of him, and asked very humbly: "Uncle, please give your old man guidance, which 'eight sufferings' are they?" Is there any way not to be tormented by these 'eight sufferings'? ”

"Huh...... Young man, man himself came into the world to endure suffering. If you can't avoid it, how can you avoid the 'eight sufferings'? Amitabha ......" The old man smiled and shook his head.

Zhan Zhizhan never expected that this gray-haired, wrinkled face full of vicissitudes, looked no different from an ordinary peasant who was "facing the loess with his back to the sky", but he could tell such a profound truth unbelievably. Although Zhan Zhizhan had studied classical Chinese in high school, he had never studied Buddhism, and the "eight sufferings" that the old man also said, he was naturally like a duck listening to thunder, and he didn't know what to say, and he couldn't understand it at all.

The identity of the old man aroused Zhan Zhizhan's strong interest. He couldn't help it, broke the casserole and asked, "Uncle, your old man is very knowledgeable, which makes me very admired, what did your old man do?" ”

The old man did not show his dissatisfaction with Zhan Zhizhan's stubbornness. He didn't speak, just looked Zhan Zhizhan up and down carefully, and said slowly: "Young man, you are too persistent!" What to do? What if you don't do anything? It's all the same, and what you can't let go of will never be able to let go, which only adds to your troubles. Alright, alright! I'm going to wander around the garden. ”

After finishing speaking, the old man stood up, obviously going out, and asked Zhan Zhizhan and Zheng Yushuang to go out as well. Zhan Zhizhan came up with strength, shook his body, stopped in front of the old man, and said, "Uncle, what is the 'Five Aggregates of Suffering' talking about?" Please advise. ”

The old man shook his head and stopped, as if he was a little helpless about Zhan Zhizhan's attachment, and he said patiently: "Young man, the five aggregates are color, receiving, thinking, acting, and knowing. Sheng, blazing, tolerant, etc., refers to the gathering of all sufferings such as previous life, old age, sickness and death, so it is called 'five aggregates of suffering', which is the five elements that make up the body of sentient beings as described by the Buddha. Including color, receiving, thinking, acting, and knowing, color refers to the body, and receiving thinking and acting refers to the mind, and the five aggregates are the body and mind of the person. Hehe...... Young man, he graduated from Manchukuo University in his early years, and was once the presiding officer of the Jile Temple. ”

After speaking, the old man walked out of the door without looking back. Zhan Zhizhan was stunned, then got up and chased out without thinking, and stuffed a roll of "Great Unity" into the old man's hand, the old man stopped, looked at the twenty or thirty sheets of "Great Unity" in his hand, and looked back at Zhan Zhizhan suspiciously.

"Don't get me wrong, uncle, I don't mean anything else. I just want to ask your old man to take care of my wife, the tomb of Lin Ziwei and Zhuang Jianhong. Thank you! Zhan Zhizhan bowed respectfully and pleaded.

"It's not a big man, and it's two wives!" The old man honestly and unceremoniously put the money in his pocket, nodded to Zhan Zhizhan, and walked towards the cemetery.

Zheng Yushuang saw that Zhan Zhizhan was still looking at the back of the old man with a slightly hunched back, as if she was fascinated by the soul, she took Zhan Zhizhan's hand and shook it, and said softly: "Big brother, this old man looks inconspicuous, but he is so knowledgeable." Graduated from 'Manchukuo University'? The host of Kek Lok Temple? Hehe...... Isn't that a typical 'land-rich anti-bad-right' element! ”

Zhan Zhizhan looked at Zheng Yushuang, displeased with her words, and said coldly: "Where are there so many 'rich and anti-bad' elements." I have heard of the 'Manchukuo University' that those who could be admitted to the university were all top young people in their studies, and most of the graduates of this university later became the backbone of various departments of 'Manchukuo'. Of course, these people are also the elite of our Chinese. ”

Zheng Yushuang said happily: "Big brother, I don't believe in Buddhism, and I don't care if 'Manchukuo' is not 'Manchukuo'. As long as you're in a good mood, I'm happier than any baby. Hehe...... You just scolded me, and I was happy. ”

Zheng Yushuang's words made Zhan Zhizhan stunned, he was very moved by this Nizi's infatuation, one hand gently hugged her fleshy waist, the other hand gently stroked her hair, and said affectionately: "Silly Nizi, big brother doesn't know how many lifetimes of virtue, let you care so much?" Alas...... Look at you, what's the matter? Covered in mud and dirt, she lives like a grandmother of the stove king. Where did you get here? ”

Zheng Yushuang pursed her sexy, red little mouth, her big eyes that could talk were moist, she stared at Zhan Zhizhan and said pitifully: "People...... People are afraid that you won't be able to open it, so ride ...... Coming by bike. I guess you're at Sister Ziwei's grave......"

"Oh my God...... More than 30 kilometers from the school to the cemetery, Zheng Yushuang, a delicate girl, rode a bicycle to brave the wind and rain to travel so far, what kind of belief drove her to work so hard? Alas...... Needless to say, that's the power of love, it's really hard for her! Zhan Zhizhan was extremely excited in his heart, and hugged Zheng Yushuang in his arms. Zhan Zhizhan was sad for a long time before he said, "Sister Shuang, don't be stupid in the future." The big brother won't be unable to think about it, and he won't commit suicide, but there are too many things that have happened in the past few days, and the big brother is entangled in his heart, come and see Ziwei and Xiaohong, and it will be better to chatter. ”

Zheng Yushuang's jade arm around Zhan Zhizhan's waist tightened, Zhenshou snuggled tightly in his arms, and said softly: "Big brother, I don't know what's going on, people...... People just don't worry. So...... That's why I'm chasing it! ”

Zhan Zhizhan endured the hot pain of the wound, grinned and hugged Zheng Yushuang, and said with tenderness: "Shuang big sister, the big brother can't say anything if he is clumsy, and the big brother is also buried all over his body, let's go to 'Balala' to take a bath, so that the white and tender Shuang big sister is clean and clean!" ”