In the depths of the mountain range behind Fanyin Temple, the sound of bells echoes in a long way.

The morning sun rises, a small halo peeks out from the eastern sky, passes through the heavy air that shrouds the sky, and sprinkles the faint sunlight to the world, and the morning mist in the mountains will not disperse, lingering and drifting, with a moist and moist wind, blowing gently.

The figure of a young man walked slowly among the mountains and mountains silently, looking at the once familiar land and place, breathing in the air with the fragrance of leaves, and his eyes were a little confused.

Compared with the majestic and majestic mountains around the small Sumeru Mountain at the mountain gate of Fanyin Temple, the towers overlap, the back mountains of Fanyin Temple are all over the verdant mountain forests, hidden behind those endless limelight, silent and quiet in the time of this group of mountains, it seems strange quiet and quiet.

Except for those who have long been out of the world and devoted themselves to the Buddha in the temple, the disciples of the general Fanyin Temple will rarely go to the back mountain, the rugged and winding mountain road, accumulated a lot of ancient trees towards the falling branches and leaves, one foot to step on, walking on those curly and yellowed fallen leaves and dead branches, from time to time there is a low voice, in this quiet and quiet land swept away.

The young man walked quietly through the mountains and forests, the breeze blowing from afar, and the expression on his face seemed to have an indescribable faint sadness when looking at this homeland that could not see much change.

In the distance, at the end of the deep mountain, there is an indescribable desolate old temple that looks like a long time ago, located there, like an old man who is lonely and poor in the years, and spends his life quietly, silently watching the years of this world go by.

This mountain path is winding, leading to the deep mountain, the young man looked at it from a distance, in the ancient temple, a few faint fires flickered in the dimness, it seems that the ever-bright lights inside are still on, it is hard to imagine that there are still incense offerings in the barren mountains and ancient temples in such a lonely place.

The misty mountain lan gently spread out beside the boy and closed quietly behind him, and he walked quietly through the confusion, all the way forward, without looking backwards.

The wind blows the fallen leaves, and there is a bit of silence.

Finally, he walked to the door of the old temple, stood still, looked up, stared, looked at the plaque "everything is like life" a few ancient and solemn words, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, as if he was silently reading, and his pupils shrank slightly.

He took a deep breath and slowly walked away, about to enter the temple.

"Rustle, rustle..."

But at this moment, not far from the eaves on the side of the ancient temple, the lotus pond that had long dried up, suddenly came a thin sound, it seemed that someone was cleaning the fallen leaves, gently melodious, slowly, the young man was stunned, stopped his steps, and stood silently listening to this vaguely familiar sound, but he was a little distracted, as if the years were in time, it turned out to be in this fine and orderly sound, quietly echoing ripples.

Many years ago, there were people waiting in this place, watching the snowflakes fly, watching the lotus flowers bloom, watching the wind and frost of the world, turning all the prayer wheels, kowtowing and embracing the dust, year after year, day after day.

The cold in the early morning, the tired birds have not risen, and the wind blowing from nowhere has swept through the heavens and the earth, and there is a faint smell of desolation.

With a soft thud, the slight rustling sound suddenly stopped, and the silent atmosphere seemed to freeze in an instant.

The young man woke up from his trance, and the faint mist beside him seemed to shake slightly, and he raised his eyes to see that at the corner of the eaves, a young monk wearing a moon-white robe and holding a dilapidated broom was looking at him with some consternation, obviously not expecting to see a stranger arriving in this place at this time.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the young monk quickly came back to his senses, swept the fallen leaves aside, stepped forward, and said with a smile: "Little monk Jingchen, I have seen the senior brother, I don't know which senior brother this senior brother is?"

The young man's eyes stared at his face for a moment, but he saw that this person's face was calm, and he didn't seem to have any other intentions, the young man was silent for a moment, and said with a smile indifferently: "My name is Lianxin." ”

Jingchen was stunned for a moment, but he didn't have any impression of this name, there are many disciples in Fanyin Temple, although he can't know them all, but most of the disciples know him, just look at the indifferent expression of the person in front of him, it seems that he really doesn't know him, isn't this person a disciple of Fanyin Temple?

The young man fell, but he didn't say anything, Jingchen couldn't help but look at him, but when he saw this person, who looked even younger than him, was looking at the ancient temple, there seemed to be an inexplicable sadness in his eyes.

This made him even more surprised, you know, this is the important place of the Fanyin Temple, people who know the existence of this Zen temple, except for the older generation of people in the temple, not many people among the disciples know, not to mention that they can find this place in the huge deep mountains and clouds, to say that he happened to come here, look at his expression, it is not like this.

Seeing Jingchen's thoughtful appearance, the young man showed a smile on his face and said, "What doubts do you have?"

Jingchen recited a Buddha name in a low voice, and said, "I don't know where the donor came from?"

Hearing his ordinary words, for some reason, the young man's body shook slightly, his eyes flashed a trace of amazement, and then he glanced at him, and said with an indifferent smile: "I'm from where I came from." ”

Jingchen was dumbfounded for a while, obviously he didn't expect this senior brother to suddenly talk to him about Zen.

After being silent for a moment, Jingchen smiled bitterly: "Please be rude, if the senior brother is not from this temple, please go back." ”

The young man smiled faintly, not angry, but said with interest: "Then do you know what kind of place this is?"

Jingchen's face showed a solemn and solemn look, and said: "This meditation temple is the important place of my temple, and it enshrines the heroic spirits of my ancestors in Luofu. ”

The young man's eyebrows raised slightly, and he smiled, "What if I have to go in?"

Jingchen frowned, raised his right palm in front of him, and said with a wry smile: "Why should the donor be strong. ”

The young man was slightly stunned, his eyes flashed with a strange look, the gesture of the young man in front of him was the solemn statue of the Buddhist Protector Ming King, and he even clearly felt that with his gesture, a very pure Buddhist atmosphere suddenly appeared in the clear surroundings, and the silence and indifference made people feel indisputable.

"King Ming's Dharma Body?" The young man whispered, and couldn't help laughing repeatedly: "Okay, good, good, it seems that Fanyin Temple is also full of talents, and it really didn't disappoint me." ”

Jingchen froze for a moment, his eyes couldn't help but meet the eyes of the person in front of him, and there was a strange feeling in his heart, only to see the light of the sky shining slightly, sprinkled on his somewhat old and torn Zen shirt, like frost and snow, not stained with a little dust, at this moment the young man's eyes were full of gratification, and a look of true joy appeared on his face, as if the elders saw the appearance of their descendants, such a feeling, he had only felt it in the master, but this person looked so young, could it be that he was a senior in the temple who cultivated to be advanced and unknown?

This thought flashed in Jingchen's heart, but he was quickly vetoed, he was a personal disciple of Master Burning Suffering, born in Nagato, shouldering heavy responsibilities, if there was really such a senior master in the Fanyin Temple, it was impossible for the master not to tell him.

It's just that under the young man's gaze, for some reason, the touch in Jingchen's heart has increased instead of decreasing, with his cultivation at this time, his heart is strong, and he is a little dazed for a while.

The young man stared at him, looked at him for a while, and said with a faint smile: "How many years did it take you to enter this Zen temple?"

Jingchen's body was shocked, he looked at him in disbelief, and said in a lost voice: "You, how do you know ......"

This is the important place of the Fanyin Temple, this meditation Zen temple is the place where the Buddha Qi has accumulated the strongest in the temple for thousands of years, not everyone can go in, the Zen temple has the supreme power of the true God and Buddhism, in the face of such power, no matter how powerful the practitioner will also produce a feeling of being in the vast world, people are difficult to overcome the sky, only the most determined practitioner can muster up the courage to take steps, when he was a child, the master brought him here, and he told him in a serious voice, when he stood at this door for 30 years, he finally strengthened his mind, mustered up the courage to go in, and he is talented and intelligent, and he has a layer of wisdom for Buddhism, so he has great expectations for him。

And he has worked hard for this since he was a child, and he did not disappoint the master, three years ago, the Buddha asked his heart, suddenly realized, and finally walked into this Zen monastery, this process, a full ten years.

Seeing his expression, the young man smiled, stretched out his hand and patted him lightly on the shoulder, and then said softly, "Of course I know, because this is my former home." ”

As he spoke, he flicked his clothes slightly, turned around and walked towards the Zen courtyard, and easily crossed the threshold under the shocked gaze of Jingchen.

After a long while, Jingchen came back from his shock, and after pondering for a moment in his heart, he was still a little confused, and when he saw the young man's figure getting farther away, he hurriedly followed, and followed him slowly.

The two of them walked all the way through the main hall, their footsteps slow and low, echoing on the ancient temple.

Speechless all the way.

Jingchen looked at the somewhat thin and tall back of the person in front of him, but he couldn't say a word with all the doubts in his heart, he just looked at it in a daze.

The shimmer of the early morning shines through the clouds and smoke, and the footsteps of the young man keep walking in the staggered light and darkness, as if walking through the time of rest and change, there is an inexplicable sadness and loneliness.

At this moment, how many years came to his heart, passing by scene after scene in front of his eyes?