"The world is weak and human beings are evil. When the rain comes and the evening falls, the flowers tend to fall.
At dawn, the wind has dried, and there are still traces of tears. I want to write down my thoughts, but I am talking alone.
Difficult, difficult, difficult!
People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul tastes like a rope on a swing.
The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark, I am afraid of being asked, I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy.
Hide it, hide it, hide it!”
"Why--"
On the snow-capped cliff, Taoist Qinglian's desolate soliloquies and faint sighs were filled with heartbreaking misery, making the already cold and lonely cliff even more bone-chilling.
"When I first heard this poem, I was ignorant. I thought that I would definitely live a happier and freer life than the woman in the poem, at least not as melancholy and miserable as her. I never thought that I would become just like her while living."
“I can’t afford it, but I can’t put it down, I can’t put it down!”
"The word love, I will never be able to defeat it."
"am I wrong?"
"It must be...wrong.
Who makes you fall in love with a monk when you are not loved by thousands of men? If you ignore the secular principles, you will definitely be tolerated by the world.
Haha, you deserve it.
If not, why is the Buddha willing to save him but not you?
Wrong...just wrong!"
She stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the mist-shrouded cliff and the howling cold wind, whispering at the foot of the cliff, and two lines of clear tears fell silently from her miserable cheeks.
Her eyes were already red and swollen from crying, because she had been standing on the edge of the cliff for a whole day, and her tears almost never stopped that day.
From the first time she met the great monk, she replayed every scene with him in her mind, crying when she thought of happy things and crying when she thought of sad things.
Before I knew it, the sun was setting over the west mountain.
The golden afterglow shines into the clouds and mist below the cliff, and actually reflects the beautiful colorful rays of light in the rolling clouds and mist.
In an instant, the entire cliff was dazzling with brilliance, like a fairyland, making people want to walk into the colorful glow to look for immortals.
However, this gorgeous colorful ray of light is a call to death that takes human life. Even if it is as powerful as the stars, you cannot come out alive if you walk into it.
Duanqing Cliff, with a height of 5,600 feet, is one of the four death places in the Su Empire.
The clouds rolling under the cliff are not ordinary clouds, but chaotic mist rising from the bottomless abyss under the cliff.
This fog of chaos is so powerful that it can confuse people's minds and souls. It is as powerful as the power of the stars. If you go deep into it, you will get lost, and then you will be entangled in the fog and fall into the abyss.
The abyss under the cliff is bottomless.
Legend has it that a saint once visited this dangerous place and fell thousands of feet without reaching the bottom. In the end, he did not know what happened and escaped with a pale face.
He told people that this abyss leads to the hell of reincarnation.
Later, a woman was abandoned by her beloved. She climbed up this cliff, jumped, and swore that she would enter reincarnation, cut off her love, and never meet that man again in the future.
She carved her name on a large rock on the cliff, letting heaven and earth bear witness to her oath.
Later, this stone was named Wangqing Stone and the cliff was called Duanqing Cliff.
Creak - creak -
Taoist Qinglian stepped on the snow on the ground and walked to the Forgetting Stone. He swept the Buddha dust in his hands and cleared away the snow covering the stone.
Over the past few hundred years, more than a hundred names have been carved on the stone wall. They must all be heartbroken people who have seen through the world of mortals.
Taoist Qinglian stretched out her right index finger and pointed at a blank space on the stone wall. The power of the stars came out from her fingertips, and she wanted to carve her name on the stone wall.
But after staring at the stone wall in confusion for a while, she took her hand back, shook her head and murmured to herself: "I am only killing love in this life, not eternal love. If there is an afterlife, I will still want to meet the great monk, so I can't
Leave your name on this love stone."
"so be it."
She stepped towards the edge of the cliff, turned to look south, and shouted loudly: "Great monk, I have no regrets. I have little luck in this life, and I hope to meet you again in the next life!"
After shouting, he stepped off the cliff.
She closed her eyes, opened her arms, and fell freely toward the gorgeous colorful glow under the cliff.
"Sister!"
Suddenly, an anxious and concerned cry rang in Taoist Qinglian's ears.
Taoist Qinglian was shocked when she heard the sound. She opened her eyes suddenly and saw a figure rolling down the snow on the cliff and swooping down towards her from the cliff.
Looking at the swooping figure, she couldn't help but feel a sore nose. She was so moved that she asked in a trembling voice: "Junior brother, you... why are you here?"
"Senior sister, save me, I don't know how to control the air!" Zhang Xiaozu shouted loudly.
"...You guy!"
Taoist Qinglian smiled helplessly. There was chaos and fog under the cliff. Once she fell in, it would be difficult to come out alive. She did not dare to be careless, so she had to use the power of the stars to fly Zhang Xiaopeng up the cliff.
"Senior sister, what are you doing?! How can you despise your own life?!" As soon as he landed, Zhang Xiaopou shouted angrily.
Taoist Qinglian smiled bitterly and said: "The great monk cut off the world of mortals to attain enlightenment and became a Buddha. I feel that life is meaningless."
"What does it mean to live without meaning? You have lost the great monk, but you still have master, senior brother and me. Are we not even as good as a hair of the great monk? Oh, I forgot, the great monk has no hair."
"..." Taoist Qinglian couldn't help being amused by Zhang Xiaopou.
"Senior sister, I found my parents." Zhang Xiaozhu suddenly said.
He knew that Taoist Qinglian had already gone too far, and he might not be able to listen to her no matter how much he tried to persuade her, so he could only think of another way to make her give up the idea of committing suicide temporarily.
"That's great, senior sister, congratulations to you." Taoist Qinglian was very happy for Zhang Xiaozu.
"My father is Zhang Guangyao, the son of Zhang Tufu, the king of Zhenbei, and my mother is Shen Wenjun, the sixth daughter of the Shen family in Zhongzhou——"
Zhang Xiaozu told Taoist Qinglian the whole story, but he lied, saying that all the Shen family in Zhongzhou had learned of his whereabouts, and finally said: "The people from the Shen family in Zhongzhou have already been found.
, they all wanted to extract my ancient immortal power. On the way here, I encountered a sneak attack from the Shen family and was almost killed by them. Cough——"
As he spoke, he suddenly bowed and coughed out a mouthful of black blood.
It wasn't that he coughed up a mouthful of blood on purpose to scare Taoist Qinglian, but that there was indeed an injury inside his body, and the injury was serious.
His battle with Shen Wenyu ended in a tragic victory and he suffered serious internal injuries. However, he was anxious to find Taoist Qinglian, so he only suppressed his internal injuries temporarily and spent all his time on the road.
Now that he was relaxed and wanting to attract Taoist Qinglian's attention, he let his internal injuries burst out.
Taoist Qinglian was really shocked when he saw this. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to take Zhang Xiaopou's pulse and said urgently: "Let me see your injury - ah!"
Before she could finish her sentence, she was frightened by Zhang Xiaozhu's internal injuries and screamed.
She found that Zhang Xiaozhu's meridians were injured like torn cotton wool. If he received a slight impact, his meridians would be severed and he would die immediately. His internal organs were also severely damaged, so that his qi and blood were very weak, and the breath in his body was also very weak.
Disorder, many acupuncture points and meridians have been blocked. If the breath is not regulated and unblocked, hidden diseases are likely to remain.
"You... child!" Taoist Qinglian's eyes couldn't help but moisten, and tears rolled in his eyes.
She could tell that Zhang Xiaozhu had been suffering from internal injuries for some time, and she also guessed that Zhang Xiaozhu was in a hurry to find her and had no time to treat his internal injuries. This made her feel deeply guilty and moved her heartstrings.
She truly felt the care of her relatives from Zhang Xiaozu.
"Senior sister, I really can't defeat the Zhongzhou Shen family on my own, can you help me?" Zhang Xiaozu looked at Taoist Qinglian with pleading eyes and said.
"Sister, help you!" Taoist Qinglian nodded vigorously.
Then he said anxiously: "Sit down and I'll help you do exercises to heal your injuries."
After saying that, he took out a blanket from the void space and spread it on the ground.
Zhang Xiaozu nodded and sat down cross-legged on the blanket.
Taoist Qinglian put his palms against Zhang Xiaopou's back and sat down, carefully transferring the pure Tao power into his body, helping him repair the damaged meridians bit by bit and regulate the disordered breath.
It was not until midnight that Taoist Qinglian took his hand away from Zhang Xiaozu's back, stood up and breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at Zhang Xiaozu who was in meditation.
There is no danger, Zhang Xiaozu's internal injuries are no longer serious, and he should be able to recover in three or four days.
She walked to the edge of the cliff and stared at the sea of clouds rolling under the cliff in trance.
Today is September 17th. The moon in the sky is very bright. The silver moonlight shines on the rolling sea of clouds, creating a unique scenery.
Taoist Qinglian suddenly raised the corner of her mouth and smiled. She was recalling the good times she had with the great monk in her mind.
These heart-warming pictures will become her spiritual support to continue living, so she is choosing carefully.
"Qinglian——"
Under the empty and quiet night sky, a soft call suddenly sounded, but full of excitement and depression.
Taoist Qinglian looked startled, then shook his head and laughed. He felt that he was obsessed with thinking about the great monk and had auditory hallucinations.
Creak - creak -
But the sound of footsteps came immediately behind her. Although the footsteps creaked on the thick snow on the ground, she could still hear whose footsteps they were.
"Qinglian——"
Then there was another call, more urgent and affectionate than the one just now.
Listening to the real voice coming from behind, Taoist Qinglian showed an expression of disbelief on her face. She eagerly wanted to turn around, but she was afraid that everything was an auditory hallucination and there would be nothing after turning around.
However, just as she was hesitating whether to turn around or not, the footsteps behind her suddenly stopped, and the call stopped.
"Is it really a hallucination?"
Taoist Qinglian couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. He turned his head and glanced behind him with disappointment in his heart, and then froze.
A few dozen steps behind her, stood quietly a dusty old monk.
That dazzling bald head shined under the moonlight.
"Auditory hallucinations and then hallucinations?"
Taoist Qinglian was a little confused. He turned around and stared at the monk without blinking. Even though his eyes were sore from the cold wind, he was reluctant to blink, fearing that the monk would disappear if he blinked.
"Qinglian, I finally found you!" The great monk suddenly spoke and then strode towards Taoist Qinglian.
Under Taoist Qinglian's disbelieving gaze, the great monk crossed a distance of dozens of steps and stopped in front of her.
"You...why are you here?!"
Taoist Qinglian really felt the power of the great monk's energy and blood, and was immediately sure that she had no auditory hallucinations or hallucinations, and that the great monk really came to see her.
"I learned that your thatched cottage was on fire. I was very panicked and heartbroken, so I went down the mountain to look for you."
"I went to Sanqing Temple first, but you were not there, and then I went to the Po Tao Temple where we first met, and found that you had been there, but left again.
So I immediately chased you to Myeongwa Town, where we met for the second time, but you were not there. I waited in the town for three days without seeing you. I couldn't wait any longer, so I went to Paektu Mountain to look for you, but I couldn't find you.
I went to Tanhong Lake, Shuanghualin, Baiqiu Mountain, and Nanyasen——"
The great monk spit out place names one after another like beans, all of which he had visited with Taoist Qinglian.
"You idiot, after I left Po Tao Temple, I went to Baiqiu Mountain first, and then to Mingwa Town. I went to the nearest place first, not in the order we went before."
"I thought you would." The great monk scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Does that mean you've been looking for me for more than a month?"
"Um"
"Can I help you?"
"I want to tell you that I am no longer the abbot."
