The lively girl seemed to have lost her wings, and her bright and carefree eyes gradually became melancholy.

The only thing that can make her happy is that every night the dust will go to the Spiritual Pagoda to light the lamp. Whenever the light blooms, the weeping bell also comes alive with the light. Between that little bit of gold dust, she seemed to return to the young man in the flower who made her heart tremble at a glance when she first saw her.

At that time, Weichen would still blush, be annoyed, and stretch her brows because of her helplessness.

That dust is a person of flesh and blood, but now the dust has become a jade Buddha that can only be looked up to by ordinary people.

It is his wish to take refuge in Buddhism, to be baptized by the Dharma, to benefit the world, and to benefit all sentient beings, right?

Weeping Bell hides her spring in her heart, and she is no longer the girl who will lament that the general does not say "I am happy with you".

"Dust, teach me the Dharma. ”

The young man's eyebrows were wide, more and more elegant and handsome, as beautiful as a crown of jade, a pair of beautiful eyes with a faint doubt looked at her, and the weeping bell only felt in a trance.

But under the gaze of those eyes that seemed to be able to see through all the filth of the world, she felt only sorrow—could these eyes see her mind?

"You want to learn the Dharma, Ah Ling. Dust's voice was gentle, and every time he called her name, it made her heart palpitate. Weeping Ling felt deeply that Dust must have put a spell on her at some point, just to avenge her childhood teasing of him.

And that mantra is her name, this is her heart mantra.

"That's a good thing. If you are born as a spiritual creature and cultivate Buddhahood, you will be able to attain the Great Dao. Dusty was happy, and her eyes were shining with joy.

Weeping Bell smiled and bowed his head. What can I do if I have attained the Tao? You are my way. However, even if it is only for the sake of the brilliance in your eyes at this moment, I am willing to pay ten precepts.

After that, there was one more thing in the daily dust, which was to preach for the weeping bell. At this time, Mochen no longer has to go to the main hall every morning and evening to attend classes like ordinary Shamen, and he has become a teaching-level Acharya, and he can attend morning and evening classes on his own.

The daily evening school time is when the bell can be seen except when the lamp is lit.

"All things are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and they should be viewed as such. "Today just talked about the "Diamond Sutra", the voice of the dust is very good, talking about the boring scriptures like the sound of the piano under the moon around the bamboo, lingering like a love poem of Yuefu.

"What does this Buddha mean?"

To put it simply, every word of the Dharma that the World-Honored One says is our purpose, and everything we do is like a dream, and a dream is as unreal as a bubble in the water, a reflection in the water, as fleeting as the morning dew or the lightning in the clouds. ”

Puzzled: "Doesn't this mean that the World-Honored One denied his Dharma at the end?"

"Yes, all the Dharma in this world that rises and falls, and there is no need to be attached, this is the compassion of the Buddha. Weichen's eyes were gentle, and he was already the compassionate Buddha in his mouth. “

"Is everything empty?"

"No, nothing is empty, dreams are real when you dream, and when illusion exists, illusion is the real world. Dreams are real, but once dreams have passed, they don't exist. As long as we still hold on to ourselves in our dreams and don't cling to our dreams, it doesn't matter if we are empty or not. Whether it's empty or there, if you don't cling, you can not stop it. ”

Hearing this, Phantom Wu sighed: "Actually, at the beginning, the weeping bell told me that all this is a dream, and I didn't understand it enough." ”

Changjue: "Is it because of these four verses?"

"Yes, I already heard these four verses when the Spiritual Pagoda collapsed. She has told me that this life is all a dream, and that I am too persistent. ”

In the meditation room, the weeping bell and the mote still sat and looked at each other. "Ah Ling, is there anything else?"

Weeping Ling hesitated a little and said, "Today is February 15th. ”

"Flower Dynasty Festival, did Ah Ling go to spring to flutter butterflies?" Weichen smiled, a little more fireworks in the world.

"What is there to go to alone...... Weeping Ling lowered his head, but his eyes secretly glanced up at the dust, and saw that he was always smiling, so he mustered up the courage to say: "It's a little later, the flower dynasty will pass, there should be no tourists now, I, I want to go to enjoy the red, can you go with me?"

As a monk, it has been a long time since Weichen has had these mundane festivals. He looked at Weeping Ling's slightly red cheeks, and his eyes were full of anticipation, and suddenly he remembered that when he was a child, he had accompanied her in the backyard to enjoy the red, when they were still young, and Weeping Ling could only barely reach the branches by stepping on his shoulders.

"Okay. ”

"Flowers move the heart of spring towards the moonlit night, who can't bear to see each other", the flower festival admires the flowers and flutters the butterflies, the priest and the god of flowers, people travel in the spring, drink and write poems in the scenery and enjoy the flowers, or plant flowers and pick vegetables, so as to live up to the spring of a city. "Appreciate red" is one of the customs of the Flower Dynasty Festival, the girls will hang the colored paper on the treetops, mostly red and yellow, and write their wishes on the colored paper, so that the flower god can realize his wishes.

At night, there will also be women hanging "flower god lamps" on the flower branches, and the lights of the trees are full of flowers and green trees, which is the most beautiful time in the world.

At this time, the tree lamps were full of branches, and Phantom Wu and Changjue followed the two figures in front of them, one red and one white, walking between the scorching lights, as if overlapping with yesterday.

"What are you thinking?" asked Chang Jue suddenly.

"I think when I first met you, Chinese New Year's Eve, we walked on the long and prosperous streets of the imperial capital, and it was such a prosperous scene...... No, it was more prosperous then than it is now. ”

Changjue's eyes reflected the lights, and then looked at the phantom face, only to feel that the bright halo never left his pupils: "I think it's more beautiful at this time, maybe it's a different mood." ”

"Time is so fast, you were just a child, quiet but sad. But now you're still ...... a child," Phantom turned his head, and he had to raise his face to see the faces of the young man next to him. ”

Chang Jue wanted to refute, but he saw that Phantom Wu was smiling happily, and the words came to his mouth and swallowed again: "Well, I, the 'child', always need you to be by my side, otherwise I am destined to be unable to be happy for the rest of my life." ”

Phantom Wu's face turned red instantly, like the blooming peony, she felt that her fingertips were slightly hot, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

She also wants to sink here, but she still has unfinished business and people to protect. She had resolved to make a piece of silk to keep between the fire and the moths.

Weeping Bell came to the largest locust tree in the town, which was also unknown how old it was, and its branches and foliage were luxuriant, and its thick trunk required about three or four people to enclose it.

Although it is not yet the time for the locust flowers to bloom, this locust tree is already dotted with pale yellow dots, and there is a faint fragrance in the night breeze.

The tree was already covered with ribbons and small wooden signs with wishes written on them.

There was an old man under the tree, and there was a low table in front of the old man, and there were several wooden cards on the table, presumably left over from the day's wishes.

As soon as the old man saw the hanging bell, he handed her the sign: "The little girl is here to make a wish, right? ”

Weeping Ling took the wooden sign, and there was a red silk tied to the wooden sign, which must have been used to hang on the tree. The wooden plaque is only the size of a palm, and it is very delicately made, which is much more durable than ordinary ribbon colored paper: "Uncle, how much is it?"

"Don't want money, don't want money, Uchiko has been sick for a long time, but I love the flower festival the most, I now make a wooden card just to fulfill Uchiko's wish, and it can be regarded as making some merit. The old man waved his hand and rejected the hanging bell with a smile, with a faint melancholy in his tone.

"Thank you," said the weeping bell, adding to the wooden sign, "Mother-in-law's illness will definitely be cured." ”

Weichen stood behind her, her compassionate eyes flashing with indescribable light, birth, old age, sickness and death, love and hatred, as if no matter how hard she tried, it was rare to be satisfied.

It is rare to always have a pure heart of goodness.

Weeping Ling wrote this on the wooden sign alone, and Weichen looked up at the world's wishes full of trees, and bent the branches of this huge tree.

"How do you hang it?" the weeping bell was melancholy, and the slightly low branches could no longer be hung, only the highest branch was still empty. Originally, hanging branches and making wishes was to hang as high as possible, and the higher the hanging, the more the flower goddess could see. But it's really impossible to hang up where it's too high.

If you want to hang it, hang it highest! The weeping bell held the small wooden sign in his mouth, lifted the hem of his skirt and prepared to climb the tree.

"Ah Ling, can I hang it for you?" said Weichen a little worried, and said to the weeping bell.

Weeping Ling couldn't speak, she could only shake her head, but her hands and feet didn't stop, but fortunately, she was restless since she was a child, and climbing trees was not difficult for her.

Soon she was halfway up, and the branches were overlapping so much that she could touch them as soon as she stretched out her hand.

Mote Dust: "Just hang here, don't climb." ”

Weeping Ling heard a rare worry in the sound of the dust, and when she thought that these few waves were for herself, she was like taking a few big tonics, and she just wanted to climb to the top.

The red figure was hidden by dense foliage, and it was no longer visible from below. It was as if he had climbed up to the heavenly palace along this tree and would never come back.

For some reason, a heart "knocked and knocked" and beat very fast, making his breathing a little short.

Half my life in front of the Buddha looked up, but I never had such a feeling. The feeling was strange and surprising, and it unnerved him.

"Ah Ling......" he called her name under the tree, but there was no answer, and the leaves did not shake for half a minute.

Was she really entangled in the branch, or did she really disappear and never come back?

Weichen's heart suddenly emptied, and no amount of Buddha could fill it. The monk's indifference was broken at this moment, and Weichen didn't think about it, and lifted the hem of his clothes and climbed up the giant locust.

The dust is not like the weeping bell always climbs up and down, and the monks are always stupid with their hands and feet, and he only climbed a little half with great difficulty, and beads of sweat have fallen on his smooth face.

For the first time, he felt that "covering the sky and covering the sun" turned out to be such a scene, the vast night sky was not visible at all, and there was only a piece of red, red, green and green in front of him, which seemed to be complicated and could not get rid of the unclear melancholy.

"Ah Ling......" He had no strength, but he still called her name, and he didn't know whether to call it to Chuiling or to himself. This name has become the driving force for him to persist in progress.