Mountain flowers have bloomed and faded, and mountain trees have withered and flourished several times. The years are like a stream, flowing slowly through the inadvertent trivial accumulation, day and night.
The naughty boy who was born in the valley in the past has gradually grown up. He has begun to understand the beauty, preciousness, and important people and things in life, and has also begun to try to grasp these. And try to treasure these people and things forever.
In the palm of your hand.
The moon is bright and the stars are shining. The cold wind blows, and Guan Lin'er's trembling body, in the starry night, doesn't know whether to resist or to look forward to it. A faint shadow falls in the courtyard, like waking up from a nightmare
, like a fantasy sinking.
When Yang Zhaoxi walked to Guan Lin'er, he woke up from his drunkenness and was about to hug Guan Lin'er's arms, then paused.
Guan Lin'er closed her eyes nervously, smelling his warm breath as he leaned over, but didn't want to close herself in the darkness alone, so she quietly opened her eyes a little. The smell coming from his body had never been like this.
This moment is both heart-stopping and reassuring.
In this smell, there is a hint of drunkenness, a sweet chrysanthemum charm, a warm body temperature, and a fragrant floral fragrance...
She didn't dare to look into his eyes, so she limited her sight to that, the thin but proud body, the collar, the pleats of the robe, the belt... Suddenly, her eyes froze, her bright eyes widened, and she saw that
Tied around the waist is a small sachet!
The dogwood that shriveled due to dehydration seemed to be taunting her, provoking her... A scar suddenly opened in her heart: Brother Xi, how can you do this!
The moment his arms paused, she pulled down the sachet and smashed it on Yang Zhaoxi's chest. Then she no longer cared about his stunned and confused eyes, covered her mouth with one hand, and ran quickly into the dim night.
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Only Yang Chaoxi's stiff arms were left, standing still in the melancholy autumn night, refusing to let go for a long time.
The half-moon gradually faded, and the stars gradually set. Yang Zhaoxi stood in the courtyard for a long time, and then sat down again. He was fully awake from the wine, and the feeling in his heart was hard to describe. An inadvertent little misunderstanding, but the two people who had just looked at each other were in love, and they were in love again.
Returned to his true form.
Looking forward to Zhongguan Lin'er's answer, the clarity that was about to turn into clouds and mist has become more and more confusing due to this strange combination of circumstances. And what will it be like when we meet again tomorrow? It will be an embarrassment that is difficult to deal with.
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Lu Qiuniang has been looking at the hut for a long time. However, after all, she has to experience this kind of thing by herself and make her own decision. Even though she looks at the lonely young man sitting in the courtyard, thinking about her thoughts and rolling emotions, she feels a little distressed.
, but it’s not good to intervene rashly.
The night was dark, and her clothes were wet with dew. Lu Qiuniang looked at the young man with sad eyes, and she gradually fell into the memories of her childhood...
A flickering light flickered, causing ripples in the dim light throughout the hall, shrouding the mother and son inside and outside the hut in a state of bewilderment.
Withered firewood exposed to dew and dry thatch covered with frost, the morning in the mountains in late autumn is bleak but carries the atmosphere of dust. This valley, called Yangliu Villa, is well-populated but less noisy. For a walking monk, it is already
A rare pure land on earth.
In the middle of the mountain, a bald and ragged monk, who did not avoid the autumn cold, was braiding bundles of thatched grass into pieces and covering them on the keel. After a while, a faint mist was covered by it.
The morning sun faded away, but this small thatched cottage was finally completed after two consecutive days of work.
Monk Hu finished his construction, but he put his hands together and saluted a hatchet and a sickle, muttering something in his mouth, as if he was grateful for the virtue of the knife and sickle helping each other. After reciting the sutra, Monk Hu remembered that a few days ago, You Fang arrived
The situation at this time——
This Yangliu Villa is quite different. The first people who discovered him were a benefactor named Guan and several regiment training soldiers. After being interrogated, they heard that he wanted to build a house here and enlighten the world, so they wanted to drive him away.
It is said that "different ways make it difficult to be neighbors." Fortunately, he met an old benefactor named Wang Tongru. After some persuasion, he introduced himself into the village and gave him a meal. When he first entered the village, he was like this now.
His clothes were in rags and barely covered his body. When the women in the village saw him, they all shy away from him. Only one girl didn't mind this and even chatted with him a few times, which seemed to be quite Zen-like.
The old donor Wang told him some hard-to-understand knots, but they were not separated from the eight sufferings in the world, and only Buddhism could relieve them. After a conversation, the old donor pointed his crutch at a hut in the village and said
A very useful piece of information: There is a lady from the Yang family living in that thatched cottage. She is a widow. She has some cloth at home, and she might give it to you to make a new monk's robe. After saying this, she shook her head and sighed, "The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as before."
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At this time, the morning light was beginning to shine, and smoke was already rising in the valley. Monk Hu felt a little hungry, so he took out the bluestone bowl from the thin bamboo bookcase he carried with him, then took the hatchet and sickle, and walked into the valley.
.He went straight to the female donor named Guo who had borrowed the firewood and sickle the day before. He put his hands together, chanted the name of the Buddha, and thanked her endlessly.
The female benefactor was also a kind-hearted person. When she saw the Hu monk holding a bluestone bowl, she knew that he had another reason for coming to the village. She returned to the hut, took a bowl of boiled beans, and poured them all into his bluestone bowl.
The monk received her alms, held the alms bowl in his right hand, raised his left hand, lowered his head and saluted: "Amitabha! If the female almsgiver does good deeds, she will receive immeasurable blessings! The poor monk's name is Huilang. If you have troubles and sorrows in the future, you can come to the thatched cottage in the middle of the mountain.
Look for me. Buddha's Dharma is boundless and should help alleviate the suffering of all sentient beings."
The female benefactor also imitated his behavior, clasped her hands and returned the gift, smiling: "The other day, I heard from brother Wang Tongru that he wanted you to wear a new set of monk's robes. I know where the Yang family's wife lives, so I will guide you there!"
After hearing this, Monk Huilang lowered his head and saluted, and then followed the female donor and walked towards the stream.
But he said that after working hard last night and freezing in the courtyard for half the night, Yang Zhaoxi finally fell asleep on the wooden table in a state of confusion.
Seeing that he was asleep, Lu Qiuniang felt relieved and helped him into the hut. She briefly removed the Taoist crown, outer belt, cloud shoes and other items, then pushed him to the inside of the earthen kang and lay down on the pillow.
.The mother and son threw away old things and fell asleep. Needless to say.
On the tenth day of September, the day after the Double Ninth Festival, Lu Qiuniang got up early and started preparing meals outside. However, Yang Zhaoxi covered herself with a linen quilt and was still sleeping soundly.
Because he rarely came back on weekdays, Lu Qiuniang was very attached to this breakfast. Yesterday, Guan Lin'er came over and actually brought a basket of wild boar meat. However, they had an argument, so they dropped the basket and ran away without explaining anything to her.
.When I came out to help Yang Zhaoxi back in the middle of the night, I saw the basket full of meat and couldn't help but smile.
Not long after, the rich aroma of meat overflowed from all sides of the pot lid, drifted into the inside, and penetrated into the linen bedding. After the bedding twisted a few times, a head with messy hair popped out: "Mom! I've done it.
What’s the food? It smells so good!”
"The basket of wild boar meat that your sister Lin'er gave you yesterday is still here. Later, you can get some silk yarn and send it with the basket. Thank you very much!" Lu Qiuniang continued to hold on to her hands and then replied.
"Oh..." Yang Zhaoxi responded naturally, and suddenly remembered something again, and said a little embarrassedly, "Mom... why don't you go, I won't be able to stay for a few days when I come back this time, and I want to wander around,
By the way, I can bring back some firewood..."
"Boom!" Lu Qiuniang picked up the coarse porcelain bowl filled with wild boar meat and placed it heavily on the wooden table: "Xi'er, a man, a real man! You have wanted to be a martial arts hero since you were a child. How come you are here to fight with you?
My sister apologized, said a few words of kindness, and then didn’t dare to go? Compared to your father under the spring, it’s far worse!”
When Yang Chaoxi heard Lu Qiuniang's sudden reprimand, she couldn't help but feel worried and ashamed. When she heard her mention her father, she felt a little unconvinced in her heart, so she replied: "Mom's lesson is right, Xi'er will go over there."
Yes! Even if Miss Lin'er ignores me again, she should clarify the misunderstanding..."
Just as Lu Qiuniang was waiting to say more, she heard someone calling her outside the hut. So she opened the wood door lightly and saw two figures standing outside the wooden fence, but they refused to come in.
Lu Qiuniang pulled the rag, wiped her hands and said, "Xi'er, Mom is going out to talk, so you have to eat something first." After she left the courtyard, she saw clearly that it was Aunt Guo, and there was a monk with a brown beard standing next to her.
His cheeks and eyes are clear and azure, so he is not from China. But in the prosperous dynasty, it was not unusual.
Aunt Guo said with a smile: "This is Zen Master Huilang. He is now building a hut in the middle of the mountain to worship the Buddha. It's just that the monk's robes are in tatters and he doesn't look like an enlightened man, so I brought him to you. If there are a few pieces of unused rough cloth,
You can give it to aunt so that she can sew together a monk's robe and give it to him."
Monk Hu Huilang, with a pleasant expression on his face, put his hands together and saluted: "Amitabha! This poor monk has just arrived here. He has nothing to offer and it is difficult for him to have money for cloth. In the future, he is willing to recite sutras for the donor a thousand times to express his gratitude for his kindness."
Lu Qiuniang bowed and saluted: "The father-in-law of the Wang family mentioned this matter to me yesterday. It is our duty to give alms and do good deeds. Zen Master will wait for a moment, and I will go get the cloth." After saying that, she nodded slightly and turned back to the house to get the cloth.
The back of Jing Chai in rough clothes still has a long lasting charm.
After a few dozen breaths, Lu Qiuniang came out again, holding a neatly folded piece of ramie silk cloth in her hand. She saluted and said, "Although this piece of cloth is not full, it is enough to make a monk's robe. If the Zen master in the future
If you still need support, please come to me as soon as possible."
Monk Hu Huilang looked respectful: "The female donor is kind-hearted, and she gave me the gift of cloth. This is the correct meaning of the word 'giving'. In the future, she will accumulate good deeds and have a wide range of Buddhist connections. She deserves to be worshiped by the poor monk." Huilang said.
When he was done, he bowed down with secular courtesy.
Lu Qiuniang said with a smile: "Since I was a child, I have seen monks helping the weak and doing good deeds, and I have sincerely promised them. But now it is difficult to cut off the worldly ties, and the fetters are not broken, so the four elements cannot be empty. I met the Zen master by chance today, which should be due to cause and effect. Although I cannot be empowered and have my hair cut, it is not possible.
You can practice Buddhism. From then on, you can eat vegetarian food and refrain from killing with your hands, but you can still do it."
After hearing this, Monk Huilang was stunned, his face relaxed, and he still clasped his palms together: "The female donor has a lot of experience in Zen meditation, which is far better than the poor monk. If you have time someday, you may come to the thatched cottage in the middle of the mountain to talk about it and analyze the sutras.
Righteousness, bow to the Buddha and seek peace."
Lu Qiuniang then bowed her hands to Hu Seng Huilang and returned the salute: "Buddha is merciful and can help people who are lost in wandering. All living people are suffering, and they are waiting for Zen Master's enlightenment." Hu Seng Huilang nodded slightly, said no more, and followed Guo
Auntie walked down the stream.
Lu Qiuniang sent the two of them away and turned around, only to see Yang Zhaoxi holding a wooden bowl and holding a piece of wild boar meat with bones and muscles in one hand, chewing it wantonly. The oil on her hands and face shone in the morning light.
He couldn't help but laugh casually and said: "The beast that rushes through the mountains and forests cannot escape from its gluttonous mouth. Sin, sin!"
Yang Zhaoxi also asked vaguely: "Mom, what did you say to that beggar monk? Xi'er couldn't understand it because the clouds were shrouded in mist. Do you think Mom also wants to cut off her hair and become a nun? Then
What should I do with Xi'er?"
Lu Qiuniang had already walked closer, smiled and slapped him on the head: "Xi'er has not yet grown up to get married, and the Yang family still needs to pass on the incense. How can mother leave you? Besides, if you get married and have children,
, Mom still wants to hold her grandson and enjoy family happiness! Although there are many sufferings in the world of mortals, there are also many interesting things that make people indulge and linger. When you grow up, you will understand these truths. "
Yang Chaoxi nodded doubtfully, but secretly told himself: In the future, I will always find some reasons to come back more often to accompany my mother... Well, it would also be great if I could spend some time with Lin'er by the way... After all, the time in the mountains is too much.
The poverty is not much better than that of the beggar monk. No wonder my mother has the idea of cutting off her hair and becoming a nun.
After thinking for a while, I couldn't help but clenched my fists. Soon I was going to Guan Shibo's house to return the basket. I had to figure out how to talk to Lin'er when I met her...
However, Hui Lang, the monk, returned to his thatched hut in the middle of the mountain. Although he was not happy in appearance, he felt very happy in his heart. So he sat up again and recited the "Maha Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" for a while, and then his mind returned to stillness.
The environment. I can't help but think of the ten words sent to him by his master Zen Master Fu Kong when he left Chang'an: The house is built in a human environment, and there is no noise of carriages and horses.
It's just that I have been thinking hard for many days, but I can't find a correct answer.
At this time, halfway up the Jielu Mountain, looking sideways at the valley, and looking back at my original intention, I felt that there was God's will in the dark, and that the Buddha Dharma was vast and unreachable. With this feeling in my heart, I couldn't help but chant a verse and call it "Jielu Ming"
”, chanted softly:
Looking at the mountains, looking at thousands of waves on the water. The setting sun, the wandering clouds, the wanderers. The evening wind frowns, lingering in the twilight. The fisherman has lost his peach land, and the woodcutter is still dead. Fame and fame come to the green pillow, and the rich and noble worship Huai'an. This is the conclusion.
Thatched cottage, living in the middle of the mountain. There is no progress or retreat to restrain oneself, no greetings or farewells to worry about. The tomb of high scholars in Mangshan is the soul of the dead in Luoshui. Mr. Wuliu said: Come back!
From then on, Monk Huilang lived in a thatched cottage in the middle of the mountain. Because he abided by his duty as a monk and never made false statements to confuse the public, Guan Dashi and others let him go and ignored him. He also came here from time to time because of his reputation.
The villagers explained the true principles of Buddhism, relieved sorrow and sorrow, and at the same time saved the souls of the deceased in the village. In the end, he was worshiped by the villagers and became an eminent monk, but that was a story later.