All this Ye Yu has been lost, and what people miss is always what has been lost and can never be recovered.

He has no relatives, no friends, only the past, no future.

It's been ten years, and even if he can really find Xiaomu, maybe he has long forgotten how to face it.

In the past ten years, he wandered, he recalled, he was in pain, and only when he reunited with Xiaomu in a drunken dream, his soul got a moment of peace.

For ten years, in the land of the country, he was caught by passing troops, deceived by charlatans, and fled with homeless people.

In the face of all kinds of suffering, the only favor of the gods for him is to let him live, at a very painful price.

He also fell in the wilderness from time to time, to the towns, to the river, coughing incessantly, and vomiting incessantly.

Every time he felt like he was going to cough to death, but he miraculously lived.

The last green leaves on the branches are beginning to wither, and the autumn colors have enveloped the land, and winter is approaching.

The thinly dressed people were trembling in the wind, and Ye Yu was also trembling.

He was used to the cold, as he was to hunger.

There were hundreds of people in this group of homeless people, and Ye Yu in the crowd was no different from others except that his eyes were slightly sharper.

The displaced people who fled the famine followed the road to the south, and they may not know what was in front of them, but everyone knew that one or two hundred miles behind them were the soldiers and horses of Xu Guo, so they walked very fast, hoping that after walking for a few more days, they would be able to find a place to stay.

Tree bark, wild vegetables, and young grass are all food for their hunger, and those who carry dry food on them will find a place where others cannot see and eat secretly.

When this majestic city appeared in front of people's eyes, the number of people who had been walking for more than ten days was reduced from five or six hundred to less than four hundred.

Some of them went to other places halfway, and many more died of starvation or disease.

Now that the painful journey is over, the crowd cheers at the city in front of them, and life is just around the corner.

But it soon became clear that the gates were closed, and no one was allowed to enter or let out.

Of course, Ye Yu knew why, and the crowd only found out the reason later.

It was a general who told them why the city gate was closed, and the general stood at the head of the city and looked down at the homeless people in front of him, and said with full anger: "Xu Guo's soldiers and horses are in front, and my purpose is to defend this city, in order to prevent the entry of fine works, the city gate is not opened, and you cannot enter or exit, and those who violate the order will be killed." ”

Some men who were already hungry and red-eyed did not listen to the advice, they rushed to the city gates, knocked wildly, scolded wildly, they wanted to enter the city.

After an hour, there were several more corpses in front of the city gate, which had been shot by the archers on the tower, and no one dared to knock on the door again.

Some people went around the city and continued to move forward, while more people chose to rest under the city wall because of their physical exhaustion, Ye Yu belonged to the physically exhausted people.

This rest lasted for several days, and people continued to die of disease and starvation under the walls, and new displaced people continued to arrive here.

Some well-meaning soldiers on the city tower couldn't bear it, so they took the risk of disobeying the military order and secretly threw food under the city walls.

Ye Yu was in a daze under the city wall for several days, waking him up with hunger and driving him to sleep with tiredness.

In the continuous influx of homeless people, Ye Yu saw an old man coming from a distance.

Ten years later, he still wears the blue-gray monk's robe from ten years ago, full of patches. His beard was whiter than ever, and the porcelain bowl of the Rim had a broken hole.

Compared with ten years ago, the old monk's eyes seem to see through cause and effect, life and death.

He walked slower than he used to, could collapse at any moment, and his back was hunched than it had been ten years ago.

From his figure, it can be seen that he walked very hard along the way, and he bent down to perform Buddhist prayers when he saw Ye Yu in the distance. If Ye Yu hadn't supported him in time, maybe he would really have fallen.

The old monk still recognizes Ye Yu, and Ye Yu also recognizes the old monk.

Ye Yu helped the old monk to sit down on the ground, looked at each other, and was speechless for a long time.

After a long time, Ye Yu asked, "It's been ten years since I said goodbye to the master." ”

The old monk looked him up and down, Ye Yu was emaciated, the years left marks on his face like a carving knife, and time turned into a prickly beard left on Ye Yu's cheeks.

The old monk said: "Ten years, in a snap of a finger." ”

Ye Yu said: "Master, have you ever found your junior brother?"

The old monk turned the rosary and asked, "What about you?"

Ye Yu said gloomily: "I haven't found it." ”

The old monk said, "Have you opened your cloth bag?"

Ye Yu said: "It's opened, it's burned." ”

The old monk smiled and said, "Now that I have understood, fate has its own time to gather." ”

Ye Yu said: "What about the fate with your junior brother, have you ever gathered?"

The old monk said: "Amitabha, it has not yet gathered, and I believe that all the arrangements in the underworld have their own reason. ”

The two looked at each other again, but they couldn't find the person in their hearts, and being able to meet the old man in the vast sea of people is also a kind of fate, and it is also a kind of motivation to continue searching.

Ye Yu took out the last piece of vegetarian cake on his body, handed it to the old monk, and said, "The master must be hungry, I still have a lot of dry food here, you use it first, this is a vegetarian cake, no meat." ”

The old monk took the cake and said, "Whisper, this is obviously your last dry food." ”

After being seen through by him, Ye Yu lowered his head at a loss.

The old monk said: "You are a good person, you can't bear to eat alone, if you push it back, you definitely don't want to." As he spoke, the old monk broke the cake into two pieces, put half of it in the bowl of his own fate, and handed half it back to Ye Yu: "This cake is related to you and me." ”

Without waiting for Ye Yu to agree, the old monk stuffed half of the cake back to Ye Yu.

Then he got up from the ground, broke half of his bread into two pieces, and gave it to the two hungry and dying children beside him.

The old monk sat cross-legged on the ground again, and in troubled times, he still maintained his meditation and meditation on the practice of Buddhism.

Ye Yu said: "People in troubled times are not happy, and it is rare to have a person like the master who still maintains a good heart. ”

The old monk said: "The Buddha saves me, I save the Buddha, I save all sentient beings, and all sent beings save me." ”

Hunger is everywhere, sentient beings don't know when they will be able to attain Pudu, some people believe it, some people don't believe it, and the old monks believe it.

The old monk's eyes full of Buddha nature became warm, and in the tone of an old friend, sincere and loyal, he gently asked Ye Yu: "How have you been doing in the past ten years?"

The majesty of the man does not allow tears, but Ye Yu's eyes are moist: "I am lonely." ”

It had been ten years, and he couldn't find anyone who would like to hear him say the word lonely. He thought he would be relieved by saying it, but it wasn't until he told an old friend about his past that he found himself more lonely and miserable.

The cold wind quickly dried Ye Yu's tears, and he also asked the old monk, "What about you?"

The old monk smiled, there was no complaint in his smile, no pain: "All things in heaven and earth, the sun, moon and stars, and all living beings are all accompanying me all the way, and I am not alone." ”

Ye Yu said: "The beings in your eyes are waiting for Pudu, but the beings around me often want to harm me. ”

He thought of the people he had killed, those who should have been killed and those who should not have been killed, those who regretted or did not regret after killing.

The old monk said: "Life is the life of the body, death is the awakening of the soul, after every life awakens, good and evil, grievances and grievances, have become a cloud of the past." ”

Ye Yu has not yet seen through the good and evil of human nature, but the old monk has already understood.

Xu Guo's pursuers approached day by day, and the people under the city walls gradually dispersed, and those who remained in place were either living people who were dying or already dead.

The old monk was reluctant to leave, and his belief in Buddhism allowed him to stay, he held the cold hands of the deceased, and silently recited the transcendent scriptures.

It doesn't matter whether the hands of the deceased are clean or not, it doesn't matter whether the hands of the deceased are bleeding or wet.

Ye Yu asked him, "Is it possible that after reciting the transcendent scriptures, they will be able to go to Elysium?"

The old monk said: "Those who are destined will go, and those who are not destined will not be able to go ten times of the scriptures." ”

Ye Yu said: "In that case, why do you want to go over for them?"

The old monk said: "They should not die, the scriptures are so that they are not lonely on the Huangquan Road, read to them, and also read to myself." ”

For a whole day and a night, the old monk kept shuttling back and forth between the lying corpses, his lips were dry and cracked, and he had no intention of stopping.

Ye Yu could imagine that in the past ten years, the Buddhist scriptures that the old monk had recited the most times were the scriptures of excess.

The Sanskrit scriptures are fast and peaceful, the people who recite the scriptures have no resentment or hatred, Ye Yu can't understand the meaning of the scriptures, and it must contain the Buddha's most compassionate compassion in the world.

The old monk passed away peacefully, sitting cross-legged on a clean ground, very peaceful, without a little pain, and even with a kind smile on his face.

He finished reading the scriptures to every deceased person here, and understood life and death, and he had no regrets.

It wasn't until the sun was rising that Ye Yu, who woke up dimly, to find that the old monk had passed away.

In an instant, it seemed that all the old people in the world had left him. He looked at the old monk's Buddha body and wanted to cry loudly, but a loneliness that went deep into the bone marrow came to his heart, and he didn't make a sound of grief at all.

When the old monk was surrounded by flames, he still maintained a sitting position, and along with him cremated, there was also a lotus flower found by Ye Yu, which was Ye Yu's last blessing to him.

He dedicated all his life to the world, God didn't give him anything back, not even his junior brother, but Ye Yu knew that the path he took was chosen by himself, even if he lived again, the old monk was still willing to give everything he had for the sake of ignorant sentient beings, without asking for anything in return.

Although no one recited for him the scriptures he had recited countless times for others during his lifetime, Ye Yu kowtowed to the ground for him, and the lotus flower that had turned into ashes in the flames.

No life, no death, no complaints, no regrets. There is no bliss, no hell.

Before Ye Yu left the city with the crowd, he buried the ashes of the old monk in the soil, like an unknown grave that can be seen everywhere in troubled times.

Decades later, on the grave of the old monk, a huge tree grew, which was his monument, and the lush young leaves on the tree were his epitaph.