The little monk was afraid of offending the Buddha and Bodhisattva in the room, so he knelt in front of the Buddha statue and kowtowed respectfully. The young man who was aroused by the interest was not good to inquire again. However, since he has woken up, he naturally has to investigate the situation he is in.

The young man has never believed in the spirits of the mountains, but the hardships along the way have also made him understand a profound truth, there are many unknowns in this world, and few are known. Lest he disturb the magical spirits here, and the young man also learned to kneel in front of the Buddha in the appearance of a little monk, holding incense and bowing down to show his sincerity.

After all, no matter whether there are really Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the world, most people are willing to bend their bodies, add incense, and do things that they are willing to do.

When the young man finished adding incense, and the green smoke spread over the roof with the young man's shallow wish, and the distracting thoughts in his heart were swept away, the young man with a sigh on his face raised his head and looked at the figure that stood upright with some unknown surprise.

"Think it's strange?" the young man laughed and patted the dust off his hands.

Yunse was silent, still looking at the young man in a daze.

The young man did not pretend to be clever, he turned around and said softly: "Sir often says that he is silent and strange, but there are people in the world who are doing it, and the sky is watching it." Now I am destitute and miserable, and I don't know where to go. The power should accumulate good karma, and it is good to rush the evil spirit contaminated on the body. ”

The young man glanced at the board, took the incense candle lit in his hand and gradually approached the incense case in the center, and inserted it on the candlestick.

The little monk was stunned when he heard this, and he only felt crooked.

"When I was a child, I became a monk, and I offered incense with countless sincerity, and every time I made incense, it was empty, not asking the Buddha to explain the law, but only to be able to atone for the sins of the past life. Like the donor, he only came here for blessings and merits, so even if the Dharma is immeasurable, all living beings in this world are like constant sand, how can the Buddha be able to save them all. ”

The young man was depressed in his heart, and he didn't back down, he said softly: "But if you ask God to worship the Buddha and don't seek merit or glory, then what do you ask for." What people in the world want is nothing more than fame and fortune, and what they ask for is also something they can't do. ”

"If you can't do it yourself, the Buddha can't do it. Yunse looked up and glared.

The young man smiled gently, walked back to the crumpled futon and stretched out his hand to smooth the futon, and said, "Sir said that if you have a heart, you will have a spirit." ”

The little monk helplessly held his forehead, a little speechless. At this time, there are some people who want to say but can't say it.

Zhao Qingrou straddled the beauty horse and galloped all the way. Touching the ordinary mound, the girl did not dodge and dodge, but let the horse under her step directly. So much so that the short old man who was pulling the girl's collar sometimes babbled, covering his eyes, for fear that he would accidentally hit the rocks and trees along the way.

"How's it going? "The girl urged the horse to be self-conscious, quite a posture of galloping across the world. The old man did not reply, but watched coldly, carefully observing the wind and grass around him all the way.

Seeing that the old man did not answer, the little girl who was proud of the horse became more and more proud. She grabbed the reins, grabbed the horse's head, and jumped straight over the shallow pothole in front of her.

The spirits who have practiced for a hundred years have long known that there are spirits in the low-lying places of Mizusawa. Watching the girl gallop on horseback, she didn't say anything to stop her. Instead, he let the wind blow by, and simply didn't ask. As for what he had in mind. Naturally, only you know.

The little girl was in high spirits, and paid no attention to the old man's unusual quietness. Instead, he wanted to show his extraordinary horsemanship, so that the carp, who had always chattered, could leave a small impression in his heart, so as to leave a foreshadowing for finding the boy.

The old man naturally didn't know what the girl was thinking, and he didn't have any other plans for it. In his heart, he really wanted to help this little girl who had made him suffer so much. It seems quite unbelievable, but the carp, who has tasted all kinds of loneliness in the world, really likes this little girl who bullies him when he meets.

This kind of liking has nothing to do with Fengyue, only the joy of not fighting his own ideas for the first time after a hundred years of loneliness.

Zhao Qingrou galloped on her horse, and did not pay much attention to the old man's unusual behavior. Just with the anger and joy in his heart, he galloped in, hoping to see the white clothes, hoping to see the shy, timid and kind-hearted young man.

The horses galloped, swift as the wind. All the way across the potholes of the mountains and rivers, all the way to the boy.

The little master Yunse was in a dilemma at this time. It is not only a question for the young man, but also for his light but seemingly heavy words.

"If you have a heart, you have a spirit. The little monk muttered, constantly thinking about the reason.

The young man didn't bother, but turned to look at the majestic and compassionate Buddha statue, and it was difficult to see what was going on in his deep eyes.

With a bang, the little monk patted the top of his head vigorously, and there were bursts of aftersound in the quiet Buddha hall.

The young man retracted his gaze when he heard the sound and looked at the color in front of him again.

"Little master, what's the matter?" the young man laughed, walked over to the monk with a bitter face, and looked at the corners of his brows that were quietly furrowed.

The little monk didn't answer with a bitter face, and only after the young man turned around did the little monk raise his eyes and say with a smile: "What the donor said is not wrong. It's just that I'm a monk and have already become a monk and practiced, but the donor, you, are still in the dust, and you're tired from running around in the world, and what you see and feel is naturally very different from that of a young monk. It's not that the donor said it wrong, and it's not that the little monk said it wrong. But between you and me, there is a way apart, so some winds and horses and cows are not related. ”

The little monk smiled softly and bowed to the young man.

The young man was noncommittal, and after pondering for a moment, those clear eyes suddenly became extremely complicated. It seems that my heart has felt something.

Yunse has lived in the mountain gate for a long time, and the only understanding of things under the mountain is to listen to pilgrims and a few good teachers and nephews. At this time, seeing the young man's face suddenly changing countless emotions, the little monk didn't know what to do. He hesitated for a moment, waited until he had an answer in his heart, and then took the step that he had hesitated for a long time and stood behind the young man.

"The master said, in this world, there are thousands of dust, thousands of laws, thousands of people, and thousands of voices. Donor, you say that if you have a heart, you will have a spirit, and it will be fine. But in Buddhism, there is nothing more than picking up and putting down the four words. There are many people who think that if they cut off all their troubles, they can get out of the house safely. Correct the results here. But I think that if you are in the way, not to mention being bald, you will cut all your hair, and in the end you will be a man outside the door, and you will not be able to achieve the right result after all. Yun Se talked eloquently, and there was no longer the slightest cramped and oppressive.

The young man was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't say anything. The so-called stones of other mountains can attack jade, which is nothing more than this reason.

Ordinary people see the Buddha and Bodhisattva manifesting their spirits, or they see the ghosts and fires cold and quiet, and the mountains and fields are lonely. Then you will recite the Bodhisattva's blessing, Amitabha. If the spring breeze is proud, and the fame is exhausted, then the only bend in the heart is just something that can be discarded when you look up and turn around. From this, it is not a big deal to see what the little monk said. But the young man has always believed in sincerity and spirit, and as for whether it was for a while or in his life, he never thought about it, and at this time, listening to his sworn words, the young man didn't know how to decide. It's just that with the righteousness in my heart to wait for a truth that is not big or small.

As for whether it was right or wrong, he really didn't think about it that much.

On the great river of the famous state and county, there are countless splashes. If Liu Zenghui hadn't understood the reason, I'm afraid no one would have dared to believe that there were still people who were lawless to this point, daring to risk their lives and come to this unknown place to see this person who deserves to die.

"Master said that the affairs of the world are broken in the world, and they have nothing to do with ghosts and gods. But there are too many grievances and grievances between you and me, love and love. Although the monk and I have long been pure, there is still a little entanglement between me and the donor. Today, thanks to Master's teachings, Zenghui went and returned, and only asked the donor to let go. The man whispered softly and took out a black wooden box from his bosom.

The river was still flowing, and no one was heard. Only the splash that was set off from time to time seemed to tell the resentment and injustice in the woman's heart.

The man's face was gloomy, looking at the wooden box in his hand, and there were some inexplicable thoughts on his calm face. Or guilt, or resentment and injustice.

After thinking for a long time, he finally put down the black wooden box he had clutched in his hand and threw it into the endless waves of water.

There are verses in the Pingzhang Sutra, half of the edge of the Tao, half of the life is full of suffering, the moon is half cloudy and sunny, and the moon is half full. There are a lot of Buddhism high and profound recitation of the immeasurable temple treasure temple to tie a temple power and do not say, hard study for half a life, the young man boiled the sideburns, full of the stomach into the old-fashioned Buddha, but the name of this unknown scripture can not explain its meaning. There are also literary and elegant moral celebrities who keep silent every time they mention this scripture, and they can't say it. And the inconspicuous monk standing here today made a grand wish to the famous mountains and rivers as early as 20 years ago, and told a truth to all beings in heaven and earth.

At that time, it was a young and handsome scholar, drinking spirits with a long box on his back, and traveling to the thirty states in the north and south of Great Chu with a beat.

The south of the Yangtze River is good, the best is to fold the willows, and the north of the Yangtze River is pretty, and the most beautiful is the beauty.

"Over the years, I have read books from the south to the north and south, and I have also seen countless mountains and rivers. There is only one sentence, Zenghui has always been puzzled. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, how to win the world is innumerable. Now that I think about it, I finally understand it in my heart. The man laughed, took the liquor from his waist, and poured it into the river.

That year, he also wore a red dress and danced, and he also sang a song in a long-sleeved shirt.

On the Spiegel stage, a smiling woman took off her long skirt and changed into a gorgeous wedding dress that had been dusty for a long time. She smiled and picked up the green silk hanging from her forehead, and drank the glass of spirits that had been sealed for twenty years.

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Zhao Qingrou urged the horse to go straight, just to go quickly. Although she was tired all the way and her back was bitter, the little girl who was walking fast all the way still felt that the horse was weak, and she still urged the beautiful horse hard.

The beauty horse was originally obtained by Zhao Hengtong in the north, and the foot strength is incomparable with the southern horse close to the border stopper. Not to mention the strength of the feet, the strength of the horses alone is completely superior to the level of the southern horse. Not to mention that this beautiful horse has grown since it was smaller than the grassland, and has not been tamed, and its wild foot strength is much better than that of the horses belonging to the ordinary cavalry of the Northlands. At this time, under the situation that the little girl repeatedly urged the horse, the span of the beautiful horse was naturally more than usual.

A man, a demon and a horse walked in the vastness, listening to the night rain and the bell breaking, and finally after a long time of asceticism, he saw the lights in the distance and heard the bell in the distance stop.

"Little girl, slow down. The extremely active old man was a little listless at this time. He lowered his head and reached out to pat his chest that was still heaving.

Zhao Qingrou turned a deaf ear, and just looked at the vague scene in the distance in a daze.

The beauty and horse have been satisfied, seeing that the little girl has not been wrapped in the belly of the horse, nor has she stepped forward, but just walked slowly around the hoof of Fang Inch, as if she was still unsatisfied.

In a solemn temple, the young man and the little monk Yunse also stopped the endless argument. Two teenagers of the same age looked at each other, scratching their ears and cheeks, but they never came up with a reason to convince each other.

"Hey, little master, do you say that there is really a marriage in this world?" the young man suddenly raised his eyes, and his pretended calm face was a little panicked that could not be concealed.

Yun Se was dumbfounded, obviously not expecting the young man who had been thinking hard for a long time to ask such a question. He was accustomed to reaching out and grabbing his head, but after a moment, he smiled and put his hand down.

"What are you laughing at?" the boy wondered.

"It's okay, it's okay! It's just learning from the donor to scratch his ears and cheeks, in order to find a solution. But I have already been ordained as a monk, and the three thousand troubles have returned to dust, which is why I think it is funny. The little monk blushed and put down his right hand that had been quietly raised.

The young man laughed loudly, "Can you really stop worrying when you cut off the thread of trouble?" He seemed to be asking himself, and he seemed to be asking the monk in front of him.

Yun Se frowned slightly, but did not answer. After having a plausible answer in his heart, the little monk raised his head, looked at the young man levelly, and said seriously: "Still can't." ”

The young man smiled and nodded.

The two of them asked and answered, and what they said were ordinary words, which was naturally very different from the previous tension. After speaking, the bored teenager gradually talked about his sad and difficult past, and talked about the ups and downs that were difficult for ordinary people to speak.

Yunse did not bother, but supported his head to listen carefully, when he encountered the young man's incomprehension, the little monk would use his own hard work to read the Buddhist scriptures for a long time to answer, although the two are separated from the north and south, but the truth in the world is similar, and the two often have mutual corroboration. Although it is easy to see, it is not a bad thing in terms of the avenue. After all, there are thousands of truths in the world, and most of them are nothing more than deep thinking and prudence.

"Donor, you and I hit it off at first sight. It's just a pity that the monk and I are a monk, and I can't learn to say something like life and death with the heroes of the rivers and lakes. But although the knowledge is ugly, there is also a word to give. Yunse quietly raised her head, and a slight flush crept up on her delicate little face.

The young man smiled lightly, spread his hands, and gestured that it was okay.

"Love is deep and longevity, and wisdom will hurt. The little monk lifted the corners of his lips lightly, although there was still a slight crimson on his face, but his tone was completely unquestionable.

The young man smiled and quipped: "Most of the proverbs spoken by Buddhist monks are implicit but not revealed, and only when something happens, will the heart be enlightened." Now Master, you are easy to understand, I don't know if it's correct. ”

Yun Se's face was slightly angry, he approached the young man a little, and said word by word again: "Love is deep and longevity, and wisdom will be hurt." ”

"Donor, don't think that Yunse is just laughing. Ordinary people seek incense from the Buddha for their own name. But I waited for the monks, some of them worshiped the Buddha with flowers, and some of them only wanted to break through the wall and participate in the dry Zen Heavenly Book. But the little monk is different, the little monk ......" Yun Se said here, not continuing to speak.

The young man who was aroused by interest answered, "What about you?"

Yunse turned around silently, learning to be a Buddha and Bodhisattva of various methods, silent. When the boy came over curiously, he found that Yunse had already fallen asleep with his eyes closed.

The young man retreated speechlessly, but he didn't notice that the little monk Yunse quietly changed his gestures, his hands were stretched down, his fingers were drooping, his palms were outward, and his face was compassionate.

Buddhism has a seal name and wishes, and the fearless seal complements each other, and can hold a spell to subdue demons and suppress demons. It's just that today's little monk doesn't want to hold the mantra and make a great wish to purify all sentient beings, and just wants this young man who is familiar at first sight to be smooth sailing and safe.

Outside, the rain had slowed down a lot, and the abnormal scene of the autumn wind destroying the city and destroying the house was long gone. Only the wind that blows and rises from time to time slowly adds to the chill.

The young man was still wearing a white robe, and he still felt cold when he stood on the steps at the beginning of the night rain. But for some reason, the young man had an intuition in his heart that made him stay for a long time and look into the distance.

It's like that warm and sunny afternoon, a young man who doesn't know anything about the world goes up the mountain to pick peaches. At that time, who could have known that looking back was thin in yellow clothes, and looking back was the sea of this life.

Due to the muddy and slippery road ahead, Zhao Qingrou had jumped off the horse, only grabbed the reins of the horse in her hand at this time, and walked on the muddy path step by step.

"How far is this? The little girl was tired for half a night, and with the bumps along the way, she no longer had the vigor to go out.

The old man floating in front of him ignored him, and just hurried away in a muffled voice.

Zhao Qingrou has always been in a good state of mind, but seeing that she still doesn't know where to go back ahead, the girl who has been ascetic for a long time gradually can't suppress the anger in her heart. She lowered her eyelids and said silently in her heart: "Li Zhiyu, don't let this girl find you." ”

But before the words were finished, the little girl shook her head again, and only comforted herself in her heart: "Find someone first, everything is easy to say." ”

The footsteps of the line are leisurely, from far to near.

Such a turn was seen by the eight-faced old man, and his eyes were completely different. He couldn't help muttering in his heart whether he wanted to continue on the road ahead.

The line is getting closer, with eagerness, with the shallow hope in the bottom of my heart.

The young man stood outside speechlessly, immersed in sleep with doubts. The two do not interfere with each other, and there seems to be an inextricable connection.

In the Wang family's mansion, Wang Zhiran stood on the long fence for half the night and did not sleep until the sky was slightly bright, and the old man who was happy took off his long shirt that was half-soaked by the wind and rain.

"Ye Ye thunder and lightning, restless"

In Qi'an County, the dark-faced man also tossed and turned. He looked at the dawn and couldn't sleep with some anger. He rose from the soft couch again, hoarse and sang a ballad that he had forgotten for a long time.

"The swallows surround the beam, and the rice wine is fragrant. Whose black pot has a white bottom, whose new swallow pecks the spring mud. ”

"Guanshan is scattered, and the rain is beginning to fall. How can I be like a fluttering body, and I have no one to rely on. ”

The man's face turned from joy to sadness, and his rough voice turned desolate and gloomy, he swallowed his saliva and continued to sing: "I also expressed my nostalgia in the middle of the night, begging for rain and wind." I also used to hang my head, how could I report that the picture was not prosperous......"

Men lead and sing, and all tastes are present.

At the foot of the Lingming Temple, a group of uninvited guests came at this time. I saw a man with five big and three thick men leading the way in front of him, followed by a soft and weak little girl. If it weren't for the sound of horses' hooves from time to time, I am afraid that no one would have been able to see that the half-crushed donkey behind him was actually a vigorous horse.

The sound of horses' hooves is crisp, from far to near.

The temple is dim, although there are lights on for a long time, but the middle of the night has passed, and the magnificent scene of the bell ringing in the leaky room is naturally gone, except for the juvenile Ai Ai who leans on the long column alone, the eyes are relied on, I am afraid that no one repeats again.

"Hey, you didn't have to lie to me. He's really here. Zhao Qingrou suppressed her voice and asked the short old man next to her.

The old man didn't care, but straightened his back, carried a verdant short bamboo pole on his back, hummed a little song, and rarely stiffened himself in front of the little girl.

"He's really here. The little girl asked again.

The old man still didn't answer. Instead, he took the bamboo pole and knocked it east and west, reciting the words. Like the picture painted in the scriptures, it is magical and simple and reverent, but it is also daunting.

When the little girl saw the old man, she did not answer, nor did she ask questions. It was rare to follow honestly and slowly go up the mountain with the footsteps of the old man.