Ye Qingxuan walked slowly by the West Lake, her eyes were confused, and she couldn't help murmuring: "Where am I?"

Immediately, when I saw the scenery of the West Lake, I couldn't help laughing and said, "I forgot! This spring, the scenery of the West Lake is the most beautiful, and I came to see the scenery." How can I be so forgetful, am I old?"

It was early spring, when the spring flowers were blooming.

The breeze by the West Lake is warm, the lotus leaves have emerged in the water, the fish swim in the shallow bottom, and the whole West Lake is shrouded in haze.

Suddenly, I saw someone coming by boat in the distance, and this man shook the oar and sang: "There are a hundred flowers in spring, there is a moon in autumn, there is a cool breeze in summer, and there is snow in winter." If there is nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world. ”

Suddenly it rained in the sky, not too big or small, but just enough to get people wet.

The boat came to the shore, Ye Qingxuan finally saw the appearance of the person who came, this person was wearing monk's clothes, but he had his hair up, his eyebrows were clear, and his eyes were like bright lights. The monk got off the boat, held an umbrella, and walked to Ye Qingxuan's side to shelter her from the wind and rain.

"Why is the female benefactor alone here in the rain?" said the monk.

"Why did the master grow long hair?" Ye Qingxuan didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

"I have a Buddha in my heart, so I don't have to be like those false Buddhists, who are vegetarians, shaved, and abstain from desires. The monk replied.

"It's raining, but there's no rain in my heart. I don't know the master's number?" Ye Qingxuan also replied.

The monk couldn't help but smile and said, "The poor monk's name is Huiming. Although there is no rain in the heart of the female benefactor, it is not good to be drenched and cold. ”

Ye Qingxuan nodded and said, "Then can I lend me your umbrella?"

Huiming said: "I gave it to you, then I will catch a cold." ”

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but laugh and said: "The Buddha said: 'If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell.'" 'The Buddha still cuts meat to feed the eagle, why are you so selfish that you refuse to take care of even my little girl?'

Huiming didn't think twice and said, "That's just a pseudo-Buddha! A real Buddha is not only to save others, but more importantly, to save oneself." What if you go to hell on behalf of others? What about cutting meat and feeding eagles? It is better to keep a sound body and benefit the world. How can a person who can't even save himself save people?"

Ye Qingxuan said: "You are really a strong word!"

Hui Ming said: "Many Buddhist principles in this world are sophistry, and to deal with them, you have to use strong words. ”

Ye Qingxuan listened interestingly and said, "Aren't you a fake monk?"

As long as there is a Buddha in the heart, then why should we read the Buddhist scriptures? As long as there is a Buddha in the heart, then why should we care about so many precepts and rules? As long as there is a Buddha in the heart, then everyone can become a Buddha on the ground. ”

Ye Qingxuan said: "Okay, then there is only one umbrella, but I don't want to go back yet, what do you say?"

Hui Ming said: "Then invite the female donor to get on a boat and swim in the lake, and you can also be less muddy." ”

Ye Qingxuan said: "Okay." ”

Somehow, she felt that the monk was kind, so she agreed to go boating with him on the West Lake.

After getting into the boat, Huiming rowed the oars and looked at the middle of the lake.

The smoke and rain are hazy. And it's not just the hazy south of the Yangtze River? Even the girl's heart is hazy.

On the West Lake, two painting boats suddenly appeared.

The two boats approached slowly, then stopped two or three feet apart. Huiming stopped, took a guqin, sat down cross-legged, and played gently, the sound of the qin is like a mountain flowing water, a long stream of water, not in a hurry, not arrogant or impatient, so that people's hearts are peaceful.

Ye Qingxuan listened attentively, and saw two people coming out of the two painting boats, a man and a woman.

This man and woman are both carrying a sword, but this sword is no longer called an immortal and a juxian immortal. But the names of the two have not changed, they are still called Qi Tian and Ye Bodhi.

"There are two swordsmen there. Ye Qingxuan said.

"I usually throw my harp away when I meet a swordsman. Hui Ming said, but continued to play.

"Then why didn't you throw it away today?"

"Today is different. ”

"What's the difference? Aren't those two people ordinary swordsmen?" Ye Qingxuan said strangely.

"Because ordinary swordsmen will have a murderous aura on their bodies, but the two of them do not have this vulgar murderous aura. So, they are exceptional. Hui Ming smiled slightly, stopped, and no longer played, but stared at the two swordsmen.

The two swordsmen stepped on the surface of the lake like dragonflies, swept up, and passed two or three moves.

Suddenly, Qi Tianyi grabbed Ye Bodhi's arm and threw away the sword in his hand, and Ye Bodhi also threw away the sword in his hand.

"Exchange that floating name for a shallow singing and chanting! Mo Shang flowers bloom, but you can slowly get drunk!" Hui Ming couldn't help laughing.

"What does this mean?" Ye Qingxuan couldn't help asking.

Hui Ming still smiled and said: "They are all first-class swordsmen in the world, the swords of the two are already the swords of the gods, and they are also the gods of the swords!"

Ye Qingxuan said: "So, there is no second martial artist, they want to fight for the title of the first swordsman?"

"Exactly. Where in this world is there a truth that there are two sword gods? There can only be one true sword god. But unexpectedly, the two fell in love with each other in the fight. This time, although it is said that there is a decisive battle in West Lake, it is still difficult to escape the shackles of love after all. You see, in this world, there is no sword god anymore, only an ordinary and ordinary couple. Hui Ming looked at the two sharp swords that slowly sank to the bottom of the lake.

"They gave up their sword path for love, what is this for?" Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but ask.

"Probably to settle the regrets of my last life. Hui Ming smiled.

Ye Qingxuan saw the man hugging the woman into his arms, leaning over and bowing his head, kissing deeply......

"Ruthless and affectionate!" Hui Ming folded his hands and said.

Ye Qingxuan also sighed leisurely and said, "Then where is my love?"

Her eyes flickered, as if she remembered something.

- On that day, I saw you burning incense in the Buddha hall and reciting a mantra, as if we had seen it in a previous life.

- That month, I shook all the prayer barrels for you, not for excess, but for your warmth.

——That year, I did not hesitate to travel 108,000 miles to Lingshan to ask the Buddha to let me see you again......

That day, that month, that year...... They were all imprinted into Ye Qingxuan's eyes.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but jump up, pointed at Huiming, and exclaimed, "It's you?!"

Hui Ming couldn't help but smile slightly, I don't know when, the monk's robe on his body has turned into a plain white robe, he smiled: "It's me!"

Ye Qingxuan said: "You're not dead?"

Huiming nodded and said, "You asked me from the Buddha, but the Buddha's condition is to make you forget all the memories about me. I've traveled 108,000 miles to wake you up. He stepped forward and held Ye Qingxuan's jade hands, his smile was shallow and calm, as if a lotus flower was blooming, "Thank you." In this life, we are not separated. ”

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing, tears flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, silence is better than sound at this time.

It is said that the reunion is joyful, but there is a kind of reunion that is indescribable, and you can only hold hands and look at each other with tears in your eyes, speechless and choking.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but throw himself into his arms, leaned on his chest, and said, "I see! ”

In the distance, the swordsman named Qi Tian and Ye Bodhi couldn't help laughing.

Qi Tian pointed to a couple here and said, "Look there." ”

Ye Bodhi smiled slightly and said, "Isn't that Master Huiming?" He said that he came from the western sky to find his lover. He also told me that I would find it too. ”

Qi Tian also said: "He also told me that I will find it too." ”

Ye Bodhi snuggled in Qi Tian's arms, picked up the wine gourd from his waist, took a sip, and suddenly a very good-looking red glow rose on his face, Qi Tian took the wine gourd, and also drank a big gulp. The two of them laughed loudly while drinking, and no one knew what they were laughing at.

Is it the freedom after laughing and throwing away the sword?

Is it the disturbance of the rivers and lakes that laugh away?

Is it laughing at each other that we can finally be together?

Or is there some incredible emotion in laughing at this paragraph?

No one knows the way, just laugh and laugh, why bother to pursue so many reasons?

"Where are we going?" Ye Bo asked, letting Qi Tian pick himself up and walk into the painting boat.

"Go to a place where no one else can find. Qi Tian smiled.

"Where can others not find it?" Ye Bodhi asked again.

"It is rumored that there is a place called Tianzhu Mountain, and that mountain is towering into the sky. The two of us have profound skills, and we can borrow each other's strength to climb Tianzhu Mountain with light skills. When we get there, no one will be able to find us anymore!" Qi Tiandao.

"Okay, I'll go wherever you go. Ye Bodhi closed his eyes slightly, as quiet as water.

So, they went to Tianzhu Mountain, and settled there, and never saw anyone but each other.

When each other's hair was gray, they fell asleep hand in hand on the flat stone bed, looked at each other, and then laughed again, still not knowing what they were laughing at. Then, slowly, they closed their eyes.

What about Ye Qingxuan and Huiming?

They are also plain, although they have a dull life, but there is always a warmth flowing in their hearts, which lasts for a long time until they turn into loess.

The six-color turntable, gently turned, has passed a lifetime......