When the old madman woke up, Li Shuishan had already rolled up his robe and rushed away, and after a while, he came to Chunfeng to sort out the remaining missing legacy, but it caused the toad spirit who came to the mountain stream to sneer: "You still dare to come, I am a spirit who doesn't even dare to fight the yellow-clothed man in Chunfeng, don't look at me handsome, but I don't want to eat." But handsome is also a kind of wisdom, and it will always fascinate some girls who can't help but wander and want to flatter me. ”

"I haven't forgotten what happened yesterday, you better get out of here early. The man who was cleaning the previous one seemed to have fallen into the flowers because he was a nymphomaniac, and was seen by the man in yellow and left to clean the fallen leaves. You're okay, did you take the initiative to come? You've almost cleaned the place, so you can go. ”

Li Shuishan frowned and kicked him into the mountain stream.

Heart-wrenching greetings echoed.

Now the ladder clouds fall on the perimeter of the stone tower, as if I heard the woman pull up a clear name: 'Kui'an Ladder', the purpose is that the clouds on it will hang down, and it will also cause some rain to flow down, soaking from the cloud ladder one by one, forming a small area of rainwater.

However, there will not be too much, and there will not be less than enough women holding the Dharma holding a thin string similar to a kite in their hands, and flying into the sky like a funnel.

The rain that pokes down, like morning dew condensed into raindrops, slips through the funnel and falls on the ladder, and then the place where there is no water will receive a little or two delicate irrigation.

It is evident that the outside of the stone tower needs to be moistened by rainwater, and plants resembling creepers are coiled around its surface. A white flower blooms, the stems and leaves are green, but the spring peak is yellow, and it is not surprising that the green is too much, and the color is too much to hide the monotonous atmosphere.

The wasp enters, the yellow bird rises, the yellow flower falls, the yellow cloud comes, the loess is buried, the yellow smoke rises, and the yellow clothes are numerous.

This statement has become a cover. But it covers up a green call of the spring breeze, there is green for spring, maybe the first time you pass by this peak, you see the real side.

In the spring peak, there is also a saying in spring, summer, autumn and winter, there will also be plants that grow old, sick and die, and the leaves fall and wither. However, the fallen leaves are green, and the yellow meaning of the ground recedes and turns black, and the yellow meaning represents death here, and it makes sense to say that the withered yellow is still true.

But you can't use it from yellow leaves, think about it carefully, isn't it yellow to green?

The uniform yellow meaning they wear may be the love of the old decay, or it is very likely to come from a sense of spring. This kind of perception is not the autumn of mortal dust, it is completely integrated into the monk's thoughts, but the essence has not changed.

This may be a kind of integration and sublimation of mortal dust.

No wonder the people of Zhufeng come from mortal children.

A monastic disciple should be very imaginative of all kinds of things, and even if he carries a few fruits under the tree in his pocket, some people will point out that it is wrong because it is not shared, and tell everyone that what has fallen on the ground should be found by its owner, and who lost it?

Maybe it's a tree, maybe it's a sky.

However, children who are quite understanding will not be too constrained to a little bit wherever they go, some are better, some are worse, and some are not bad, because of timidity.

The thin strings of the two kites are erected on the side of the ladder, as if it is a fence on both sides, and the yellow-haired bird chirps and picks up the wooden stick and wants to hand it to the ladder as a foreshadowing, and the moment it loosens its mouth, it falls to the ground, which looks extremely lost, and makes the women laugh.

The sound of the wind of the rice came, brushing together, touching the thin line on the side, and the two women pulled one side and slowly

Removed, is it because Li Shuishan did not observe carefully? Today, there is an extra yellow rice field.

Especially on the peak of Chunfeng, some seeds were planted, and the warm light of the branches that grew out made Li Shuishan's body weak, and he wanted to take a good sleep, but he was a little fascinated by the kite on the horizon, and the woman flying the kite was so natural and unrestrained, and there was no more rouge to paint.

This kind of wild willow discourse from the mountains and rivers is so natural.

The crisp sound of stone cracking, the chirping of birds, but no one came to the stone platform to meditate quietly.

Li Shuishan took small steps, climbed up, and found a piece of shade under the tree, which could only cover his eyes, revealing a slightly protruding forehead, and greasy hair, hanging down, the branches of the tree were nine points, and there was a shortage of inches, and the green-skinned caterpillars picked up the contacts and stuck to the cortex, and the most edible was the loss of the sun and the moon.

The sun and the moon fall together, and the leaves stretch out.

The caterpillar stood up on the stone platform, standing upright, as if meditating and resting, this scene fell in the eyes of Li Shuishan, who tilted his head to look at it, and felt very surprised, raised his palm to wake it up, and asked it how to do it.

But the caterpillar opened its mouth and said, "If you don't touch me, my state of mind is about to have a perfect sign, and turning into a butterfly is just around the corner." ”

Li Shuishan hurriedly sat up, crossed his knees, swallowed his saliva, and replied, "Do caterpillars turn silkworms into butterflies?"

Nearby, a multicolored butterfly instigated its wings, the wind was rapid, and when it landed nearby, it caused a short condensation, and when the wings of the multicolored butterfly were raised, time stopped, and the thinking in his heart did not stop, and he noticed a few breaths, but he came to his senses and did not pass a breath.

This sense of control was felt for the second time, the first time was in Qingshui City, when he raised his feet and ran to Langfu, the rain in the sky fell, and his running body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and his body suddenly weakened, as if he was choked by the neck.

And this time, different.

The wind of the butterfly's wings seems to be clearly visible, and every texture of his wings, including its pores and filaments, especially his mouthparts, is so clear that it seems to be presented in front of his eyes.

That little bit of dust was pulled in front of him, and every particle of dust condensed in that instant, as if time froze, and everything never escaped.

But Li Shuishan's eyes blinked, and then returned to normal, the colorful butterfly flew to the side, sneering at its wings, and the caterpillar that looked at the cocoon instantly swelled up, and said loudly in his mouth: "The spring breeze leads to rain, and the strong wind blows the face." Rice flowers are hanging clouds, and millet is good. The sun and the moon are together, I read the twilight of heaven and earth, my heart dies outside, I read it and the inside, simplifying it into complexity, turning silkworms into butterflies, turning soil into mud, turning dust into sand..."

"I am enlightened in yellow clothes, and I am given three lives and one life, yesterday for life, today for death, tomorrow for ...", it could not say the next word, and fell into thought.

Li Shuishan didn't know if it understood the words he said, there were so many things or there were no surprises, even if he didn't know, in such a place of cultivation, insects and beasts could condense their thinking into a feeling, sitting on the stone platform of the woman's meditation, there were still some people who imitated their thoughts transcendentally.

This thought is a little scary.

Waiting for the caterpillar to speak, but it was silent, its fleshy feet were aimed at the stone hall, and it did not make a single act of prayer.

With a sigh, a green leaf only the size of a knuckle flew out of the hall, with a clear texture on it, as if it was wet by the clear water of heaven and earth, and was copied by the yellow meaning on the sun

circle, and landed on the stone platform.

The vision on the stone platform rushed out, an ancient tree grew out of the soil, fine buds drilled through the soil, butterflies fluttered, the drizzle was majestic, the fish swam on the top of the mountain, the top of the mountain grew, everything was the opposite.

The clouds are tilted, wandering at the foot of the mountain in a paper boat, the roots of this barley seedling are facing up, the fruit is facing down, and the growth is delicious, and the most real is the weeping willow, but at this time it is the opposite of the water above, the shadow stands upside down into a tree, and the tree becomes a shadow.

The only weeping pine that grew at the foot of the mountain got up and became a green pine tree.

A wild goose flew upside down and slipped away from him, a drop of water was originally pointed down but up, the facial features of the figure were distorted, the eyes looked at people fiercely for joy, sorrow for joy, surprise for quiet, green for moist, joy for crying, longing for forgetting, life for life, bald hair, hands and feet...

Mountain streams, water and land apes chirp from the ears into the mouth.

The floral dust mud is a dry firewood crack.

Hand touch the flat stone for the watery wet.

A little clear and flat like a water wave, hanging up for the tree, the reflection into the leaf marks.

The clear spring flows into three pools, and no one knows it.

This falls with the green leaves of the stone platform, becoming a sad song, but I don't know how to compose it.

First of all, he sang the mountains and clouds from his mouth, or the stomach under the wine, and gently kneaded the mud to form an uproar.

The little child who was happy with it, dragging a crisp pipa in his hand, tasted the salty taste, and said with a smile: "The Qingquan Stone is upstream, and the Qingye Stone is downstream." ”

A pair of big hands dragged him out, and what he saw was a small fluff that had turned into a ball, and there was a caterpillar that had just left a green leaf, and now it had already secretly become an enlightened insect beast, but a young man with a puzzled and subversive face was left sitting on the stone platform, what did he see?

He stretched out his palm and touched the small fluff, which was as heavy as a leaf, but it was not like a cocoon turned into a butterfly, but it was the same way. But wait until it breaks through the cocoon before asking: What did you say in the last unfinished human language?

Li Shuishan had a bitter face, put away the insect cocoon, who only had not moved, pulled it into his sleeve with a whoosh, and a vague layer of open water vapor appeared, blowing it out, so he touched the smooth countertop, raised his head and thought about it, but he couldn't settle down, so he went back to study it again.

At this time, the forehead was raised, and the ladder dissipated, and the kite was retracted. Someone pinched a thin line, and the person who chased the kite was a sassy childlike woman, laughing loudly, "Chasing the wind. The kite flying in the sky is like my boy, I don't know when it will come, I must hold on to his heart. ”

And the woman who was cooking below wrapped her sleeves, showed a satisfied smile, and said clearly: "If you want to capture the boy's heart, you must grab the boy's stomach." ”

A woman who grabbed the rice said lightly: "If you want to capture the boy's heart, you have to catch his... Rest assured, yours will never run away. ”

A burst of laughter ensued.

Soon, the fragrance of cooked rice wafted in, and the greedy Li Shuishan had a great appetite in his heart, but he had rested for a long time, and there was still a little sundries left on the ground, sighing.

"One side and two holes, I don't know if it's true or not. I've seen too much myself, and I still can't tell what's what?"

The crisp sound echoed, the birds flew in, and the woman pulled up a yellow robe and asked, "Do you want to eat together?"

Li Shuishan was at a loss.