There is a man in a cloak fishing alone in the clear water, there is a fishing basket around him, the fish caught quite a lot in it, the angler is addicted to alcohol, the cramped space on the boat is neatly stacked with seven or eight altars, the bearded guest occasionally scoops up an altar, pats open the mud at will, the whale sucks the siphon drink, the wine splashes everywhere, the empty altar is left in a moment, and it is thrown into the rolling river water recklessly.

When the excitement comes, you must sing with emotion.

Egret flies in front of Mount Meru,

Mandarin fish fat.

Green hats, green lily clothes,

The slanting wind and drizzle do not have to return.

The boat is free of pennies and automatic, and it goes up the river along the Mangdang River.

Under the Bodhi tree, the old monk still closed his eyes, and his thin fingertips twisted a chess piece, swaying carefully.

"You're intrigued. The old monk spoke slowly.

"If the heart dwells, it is not dwelling. It should have no place to live and its heart should be born. ”

"Today's Hanging Temple is a bit lively. The ghostly voice sounded from the other side. "Those who should have come have come, and those who should not have come have come. ”

The old monk put the chess pieces in his hand back into the chess jar, picked up the rosary in his hand and gently stirred it up. "You haven't let go. ”

"I painted the ground as a prison, imprisoned myself for many years, listening to your preaching of the Buddha day and night, even Zhixiang has begun to understand, but I still haven't been able to penetrate it, I am really ashamed of your good intentions. ”

The voice was a little tired.

"The past, the troubles and hatreds, are all karma for me, and living for a while is a painful moment, or it is okay that what should come will eventually come, and it is not a relief for me. ”

"Obsession is wrong, and so are they. The old monk sighed slightly. "There is no end to the sea of suffering, and turning back is the shore. ”

"As you say, it is wrong to be stubborn, then let's talk about it, in order to get all sentient beings out of hardship, although I was a royal family, I tried to change the heavens and the earth, and in the fall of the Gale Dynasty, I spared no effort, and my hands were stained with the blood of my Shura people, what was the result? I am the only one left, and I will be in a state of panic for the rest of my life, and you will tell me, how to let go?"

The old monk couldn't bear it, but shook his head helplessly.

"You are also wrong, if you had been a spectator from the wall, let me fend for myself, and did not help, there would have been no such karmic entanglement, and you would not have been trapped in this place for a long time. ”

"Nan Sheng, the old monk knows that after all, this life can't live for you. The old monk did not regret the choice he made back then, and he couldn't bear it and couldn't stand by. ”

mentioned the past, and felt sad without appearance, and even the ravines on his face were a little deeper.

"The old monk has always felt guilty, and when he learned the news, it was too late to go. ”

"My obsession has no solution in this life, unless I die. ”

"Although the old monk is powerless to do the old things, he will definitely protect you with all his strength now. ”

"Master Wuxiang, I still have a question. ”

The voice was fierce and calmed down.

"Nan Sheng, please speak. The old monk put down the rosary, still closed his eyes and looked at the opposite side of the chessboard, his face solemn. The old monk knew everything. ”

"The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to the common people?"

"Amitabha, the old monk has no solution. ”

Wuxiang showed compassion on his face, shook his head and sighed bitterly.

"If love is not heavy, it will not give birth to a woman, and if you don't think of one, you will not give birth to a pure land. ”

The voice was silent and no longer sounded.

The small pond is full of water, and the sky is full of lotus shadows.

There is a cave at the bottom of the pool, which is a natural grotto with a radius of more than ten zhang, and there are traces of artificial expansion around it. In the center of the tree is a huge tree root, which makes the originally spacious space cramped and oppressive.

There is a man in a dress who sits on a thick tree root with bent legs, black hair like a waterfall, dressed in white, the material of the cloud shirt is light and soft, natural fit, and the figure outlined is thin and weak.

At this time, he lowered his eyebrows and pondered, he couldn't see his eyebrows clearly, his right arm was missing, and an empty sleeve hung down at his side, piling up like a cloud. The slender pale middle finger and index finger of the left hand hang from this wine jar, and the empty jar is stacked with chaos at the feet.

The man was entrenched between the roots of the tree and the wine jar, and his figure was unusually lonely.

Two objects flew out of Arashiyama's cuffs and slowly unfurled three feet and a half in front of him.

There are two picture scrolls, a white painting scroll, and a beautiful woman lying on her side on the stone.

The woman's face is delicate, not necessarily so colorful, but it belongs to the kind of face that is becoming more and more attractive, with her eyes slightly closed, a touch of drunken blush floating on her face, a fan painted with birds, fish and insects in her hand, lightly placed on her chest, and the placket is scattered with red incense.

Surrounded by flowers, the sleeping woman is clustered, and Fluttershy flies are shuttling. I don't know what kind of magical power, but the people in the painting are dressed in fluttering clothes, the fans occasionally rise and fall, the flowers are swaying, and Fluttershy is fluttering her wings, as if she were moving on paper.

There is an inscription: Light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies, drunk and sleeping in the flowers, the handwriting is immature, it is Nan Sheng played with Jinse Garden when he was a child, and did it by chance.

Nan Sheng's eyes were sad, the wine jar slipped from his fingertips, with a crisp snap, he fell to his feet, and his left hand stretched out forward trembled slightly, gently touching the portrait on the painting, cautiously, like a treasure.

"Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.

Living together for a long time, the two have no suspicion. ”

The other is obviously sparse painting skills, the lines are simple, but there is also some simple childlike fun, the high part of the painting scroll three or two strokes of the line undulating, it becomes a mountain peak, occasionally interspersed with a few small group of ink, think it is a tree, there is a small Zhou painted in the low place, the boat travels between the mountains and rivers, the two stand on the bow of the boat, one high and one short two figures, the man's long hair flutters, the short figure is embellished with two pigtails.

There are three or two swimming fish under the boat, and the painting is quite vivid, but the size of the swimming fish is slightly larger than that of the small boat, which looks quite funny. The inscription next to it is written crookedly, the ends of the world, travel with you.

Nan Sheng's eyes were gentle, "Xiao Qi." He muttered softly, "I'm sure we'll see you soon." ”

After a long silence, he sipped silently.

"The world is safe and perfect, and I don't live up to the people, I don't want to live up to the people, why should I be afraid of the people?"

Nan Sheng muttered softly, looking up at the sky-high dome above his head, revealing a handsome face and a pair of eyes that flashed with a strange red light in the dark.

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs. The old monk's voice rang out in the air.

"Wuxiang, I want to go out and have a look. ”

"Didn't Zhixiang borrow you a pair of discerning eyes?"

"I said I wanted to go out and see. ”

"Is there a difference?"

"There is a difference. ”

"What's the difference?"

"I'm the one who is watching!"

"Who am I?"

"I am me. ”

"No, I'm a sentient being. ”

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"Well, when I get out, I'm going to beat you up. ”

"Good. ”

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