Once upon a time there was a mountain.

Mountains are high mountains, hidden among the clouds, far away from the world.

There is a temple on the hill.

The temple is a small temple dedicated to the Bodhisattva and worships the Buddha.

There were no monks in the temple, but there was a girl living there.

The girl looked young, but she was very gentle.

Wearing a white dress, which hung straight to the ground, it was very simple and clean, just like her delicate face.

With a bun on his head and a hosta diagonally inserted, he was not luxurious, but monotonous, but more attractive and gentle.

Her eyes are not big, nor small, they can only be said to be just right. The eyes are very calm, with clarity, and occasionally look outside the temple, as if waiting for someone to return.

At this moment, the breeze is slow, blowing the mountain breeze, blowing up the fallen leaves, and flying between the heavens and the earth.

The sun shines in the sky, piercing through the mountain mist and sprinkling over this small temple, like a god.

The girl in the temple was holding a white cloth and carefully wiping the Buddha statue, until the corner of the Bodhisattva's mouth showed a smile and the Buddha's eyebrows began to shine, she smiled gently, walked to the backyard of the temple to wash the white cloth, and then dried it.

She was very attentive throughout the whole process, never perfunctory, and very religious.

After doing these things, she walked to a Buddhist hall and sat down in front of a Buddha statue to prostrate as a daily prayer.

Then he picked up a scripture book and read it carefully, but he didn't make a sound, but the eyebrows were clean, without distraction, and it was very peaceful.

She looked at it all day.

Until, the sunlight gradually faded, and a residual red appeared outside the temple.

Sunset.

The girl put down the scriptures, placed them carefully, knelt down and bowed again, then got up, took a step, walked to the outside of the temple, stood on the stone steps that were not high or low, and looked at the front of the mountain in the wind.

The red light fell, covering her body.

The complexion is calm and infinitely gentle.

There is a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he has seen through the red dust.

The two halos in his eyes are like the moon bending.

She stood alone, like a female Bodhisattva in the temple, not shocked or disturbed, warming the whole world.

The mountain is high, but not steep.

There is very little gravel in the mountains, all of them are lumps of soil, piled up and mosaic from the bottom up, and have experienced many years of growth, and have experienced a mountain in the wind and rain.

The mountain is full of vitality, and there are many birds and animals, hidden in the lush forests, predatory and resting, frolicking and playing, very lively.

Even at dusk, you can still see the edge of the distant sky, a line of flying geese drifting by, just blocking the fading sun, forming a scenery of its own.

Occasionally, the roar of a wild beast comes from one part of the mountain, and the birds in another place chirp softly.

This small temple is not at the foot of the mountain, not at the top of the mountain, only silent in the middle of the mountain.

On the sky, down to the world, there is no voice to accompany each other, only the scenery is accompanied, it seems to be a hidden place outside the world.

The girl in the temple saw the flying geese and heard the roar of the beast and the birdsong, but she was not moved at all, as if such a day had been with her for a long time, and she had long been accustomed to it.

She just looked ahead, and there was a mountain road.

The road is not wide or steep, but it is very winding and leads to the bottom of the mountain.

At this moment, three figures were coming from the mountain road.

It's not fast, it's very calm.

The former is wise, wearing a cloak and a ruler, with a peaceful and harmonious face, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and although his eyebrows and eyes are full of years and frost, he hides infinite wisdom.

The latter was silent, walking around in the sunset, his palms laid down and hanging from his waist, not looking at the beautiful mountain scenery along the way, ignoring the mildness of the sunset, just walking quietly without saying a word.

fell into the girl's eyes, and suddenly smiled gently.

These two people are the old master and Tang Qing.

They set out from the wasteland outside Kunlun City, without stopping for a moment, just on the way.

The little donkey followed behind, shaking his head and shaking his head very happily, as if he knew that he had gone home.

They entered the mountain, walked into the mountain road, and saw the temple in the middle of the mountain far away.

Of course, I also saw the girl in front of the temple.

Tang Qing looked at the past, he didn't feel amazing, he didn't smell the dust, he only felt at ease.

The girl stood there, smiling, very strange.

But when her eyes fell and sprinkled on the young man, it was like a breeze caressing, very comfortable, reminding him of the tenderness when his mother bowed her head and kissed him in those days more than ten years ago.

The old master quickly walked to the front of the temple with the ring ruler, and climbed the stairs with a blue halo step by step, with a smile on his face.

Just in the middle of the mountain breeze, he smiled: "Little Crescent has been hard these days, so many housework for you to do, I think it's very tiring." ”

Tang Qing stood behind the old master, glanced at the girl again, and thought to himself that her name was Crescent Moon, as bright as the moon, but it was a good match.

The crescent moon greeted him, smiled and bowed his head and said, "The Buddha statues have been wiped clean, but fortunately they are not contaminated with dust." The front and back of the temple are cleaned, and it is very neat. I also do my homework every day, and I dare not be negligent. The teacher is out today, and it will be harder to come, so it is better to go back and rest early. ”

Her voice is very soft, very delicate, and her words are clear, with the gentleness and calmness of a mountain breeze, but it is not pretentious.

It's like starting from the heart, and it's very natural.

Tang Qing couldn't help but glance at her again, only to find that the crescent moon was also looking at him, with a smile in her eyes and a meaningful look.

The young man's heart tightened, and the side of his face was slightly red.

I couldn't help but turn my head away.

The old master's voice came again: "With you at home, I am naturally relieved." ”

He suddenly turned around, stretched out the ring ruler and gently tapped Tang Qing's arm, and said calmly: "This is your junior brother, I may be very busy in the next few days, you teach him well for me." ”

Crescent Moon smiled and nodded.

Tang Qing lowered his head and said in a condensed voice: "Senior sister, I will give more advice in the future." ”

This sentence is very concise, but it is full of officialdom.

The crescent moon couldn't help but laugh, the voice was small and sounded very comfortable.

"Teachers are very busy and go out a lot," she says. Over the years, I have been reading scriptures in the temple in the mountains, wiping the Buddha statues, cleaning the front door and backyard, I have long been used to being alone, but it is inevitable that I am a little lonely. ”

The old master interjected with a ring ruler: "You are of the same age, but you are not afraid that you will not be able to talk together." ”

He glanced at Tang Qing and continued: "Little Crescent is super dusty by nature and has extraordinary wisdom, but since she was a child, she has lived in seclusion in the mountains, and she is almost ignorant about the rules of the world. If she goes out in the future, she will be deceived, and she is kind-hearted and can't bear to be wicked, so she must be deceived and deceived. It just so happened that you also taught her the rhetoric of the world. ”

Tang Qing nodded in agreement.

But he never thought that he also knew half of the truth in the world.

The crescent moon glanced up at the sky and said, "Go back and rest, I'll go boil water, I've cleaned up my junior brother's room, just live in." ”

The old master nodded, and walked into the small temple in silence.

He put the ring ruler in his left hand and swayed it, like a teacher.

The little donkey twisted his butt and quickly followed.

Tang Qing followed the crescent moon in a muffled voice, and occasionally the girl asked, he replied intently, these few short steps have also given up a lot of the confusion when they first met.

Tang Qing closed the temple door and raised his eyes to look outside for the last time.

The setting sun sinks, obscuring the red light.

The night struck, hidden in this ancient mountain, hiding the hearts of many people.

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