Sword comes

Aquarius Island has always liked to use Guanhu Academy to divide the north and south.

There are many barbarians in the north, while the south is civilized.

Southerners look down on northerners, that's a matter of course, even the great writers of the Sui Dynasty in the north would consider themselves dwarves when facing the scholars and refined scholars of Nanjian Kingdom.Therefore, the noble families in the south are ashamed to marry into the north.

Near the end of the new year, in a noisy market in the south, there was a barefoot middle-aged monk walking with his alms bowl, his face was square and resolute, and he walked slowly.

A juggler tried his best and won bursts of applause. The monk saw a small monkey tied to a wooden stake, which was thin and thin, so his eyes appeared huge.

The monk squatted down, took out half of a hard dry biscuit, broke it into pieces, put it in the palm of his hand, and stretched it out to the skinny monkey.

It was frightened by the monk's benevolent deeds, and fled back in a panic. The iron chain was stretched instantly, and with a rebound, the little monkey covered in welts suddenly fell to the ground, curled up, and whimpered softly.

The monk gently placed the broken dry biscuit near the stake, broke the remaining half of the dry biscuit into half, scattered them on the ground, and then put down the iron bowl, then stood up and stepped back. Sitting cross-legged three or four steps away from the wooden post, he began to close his eyes, move his lips slightly, and silently recite the scriptures and precepts.

Walking is also practicing, sitting is also practicing, thousands of miles away, has been ascetic.

The little monkey, suffering from hunger and cold, was really hungry. After the monk sat down, he looked at him timidly for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to grab a piece of broken cake. When he got bolder, he ate another piece. Repeatedly, he accidentally found some clear water in the iron bowl, so he went to drink it. In the middle of winter, the clear water in the bowl was actually warm, which made the little monkey feel a little better, and he was even less afraid of the monk. The big eyes stared blankly at the barefooted and bald guy, as if full of incomprehension.

After the monk read a passage, he opened his eyes and got up, and the little monkey hid again. The monk just bent down to take back the iron bowl, and left.

The little monkey supported the wooden stake, looked at the back of the monk, and quickly disappeared into the crowded sea of ​​people.

It hiccupped lightly for the first time, stretched out its hand to scratch its skinny cheeks, and blinked its big eyes.

The barefoot monk walked with his head bowed among the crowds. Even if he was bumped into his shoulder by a passer-by, he never raised his head. Instead, he saluted with his right hand in front of his chest, nodded slightly, and continued on his way.

There is a crazy old man in the market, with knotted eyebrows, sloppy clothes, and ragged clothes. Whenever he meets a child, no matter whether the children’s elders are rich or poor, he will go over and ask the same question. Most ordinary people It's no surprise to see this, most of them lead the children to speed up the pace and leave, some will laugh and curse a few words, some young and strong men with bad tempers will push and push the old lunatic a few times, from the beginning to the end, the old lunatic It's all just repeating that weird question.

"Have you named your child?"

A group of young rascals who knew everything about the old man blocked the old man, and one of them asked with a smirk on his face, "There is a child in my family who has not yet been named, what do you want?"

The old man immediately smiled, danced with joy, and said, "I'll pick it up, I'll pick it up, I'll pick a good name this time."

"Take you!" The old man was kicked in the abdomen by the young man, and he fell back to the ground. The old man rolled on the ground hugging his stomach.

A mendicant monk knelt down to help the old man get up, and the group of wanderers laughed and left.

After the old man was lifted up, he reached out and grabbed the monk's arm tightly, and asked the extremely disrespectful question to the monk, "Have you named your child yet?"

The middle-aged monk looked at the old man with dementia, shook his head, and helped the old man brush off the dust before moving on.

The old man was still asking for trouble in the market, and suffered countless stares and abuse.

As the sun sets, the monks beg for food with alms bowls. After Qihu, they no longer ask for alms. There is very little food in the iron bowls, and it is difficult to have enough food and clothing.

Monks enter the city from the north and leave the city from the south. There are many people walking on the road. The monks walk with their heads down. If they encounter small insects, they will pick them up and put them on the side of the road.

Finally, I saw an ancient temple that had been abandoned for a long time. The monk saluted with one hand outside the door and walked in slowly.

In the corridor under the eaves outside the main hall, after eating the food in the bowl, the monks began to sit cross-legged and continued to practice.

In the twilight, the old lunatic staggered back, without looking at the monk, he went straight to the main hall, fell on a pile of thatch, rolled up a piece of broken and thin quilt, tried his best to cover his hands and feet, and fell asleep soundly.

All night.

The bad old man who likes to name people indiscriminately wakes up at noon. After waking up, he leaves the ruined temple and gathers with the people in the city. The old man turns a blind eye to the middle-aged monk.At the beginning, no one guessed whether the old lunatic would be a strange person with a strange temperament, but later found out that he was simply an old trash, who would not fight back when he was beaten, and would cry when he was hurt, and bleed when he was beaten hard In the end, only some idle libertines are willing to make fun of the old man.

The old man has lived in this dilapidated temple for many years.

For the next half a year, day after day, the monk lived here temporarily, and occasionally went to the city with the old man for alms alms, and occasionally went out of the city with the old man to return to his residence.The two of them had no verbal communication, and even rarely met their eyes. Every time the old lunatic saw the monk, he looked blank and couldn't remember anything.

It rained heavily that night, with lightning and thunder.

In the wind and rain, it is estimated that even the shouts that are close at hand cannot be heard clearly.

The old man huddled on the thatched shop would tremble with fright every time the thunder sounded. The old man who was sleeping soundly remembered something sad or had a nightmare. : "Grandpa chose a bad name, it's grandpa who harmed you, it's grandpa who harmed you."

That withered and old face had no tears to shed for a long time, but it seemed particularly heart-piercing.

As the rapid thunder became intermittent, although the rain was still dense and frightening, the old man's soliloquy had faded away.

But just as the old man fell into a deep sleep, the monk bent his fingers and tapped lightly.

咚

Such as the sound of wooden fish resounding through the ancient temple.

It sounded like spring thunder in the corridor.

The old man shivered and sat up suddenly. After looking around, he was at a loss at first, then relieved, and finally sad. He stood up and walked out of the hall. The little old man in ragged clothes walked with a fierce aura, like a tiger descending from a mountain, passing by. Jianglong.It's just that although the momentum is amazing, the old man's physique is still extremely weak.

A tiger never falls over.

The old man walked out of the temple and looked up. He was speechless for a long time, and finally he was left with nothing but regret.

The monk said softly: "Everything is suffering."

The old man didn't even look at the monk, and sneered, "What's the trouble? I am willing to be a heartless immortal, so why am I free? The shit Changsheng Jiushi, all of them are superior, only remember immortals, forget people haha, ordinary people forget their roots The sky is struck by lightning, and the gods are considered real gods when they forget their original roots. It's so ridiculous."

The middle-aged monk said again: "All living beings suffer."

The old man was silent, sitting cross-legged, clenched his fists on his knees, and laughed at himself, "It seems like a lifetime away."

At dawn, the old man who didn't know when he fell asleep suddenly woke up, his eyes were cloudy again, and then he continued his muddle-headed day.

In this way, more than a month passed, and on a full moon night in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the old man finally regained his sobriety, but this time the whole person's spirit was not as good as before, and he was getting old.

He sat with the monk in the corridor under the eaves, looking at the bright moon. The old man said to himself, "My grandson is very smart, and he is the smartest student in the world. It's a pity that his surname is Cui. It’s even more unfortunate to have a grandfather like me, it shouldn’t be like this, it shouldn’t be like this.”

The middle-aged monk was silent.

Someone from the Cui family in Baopingzhou once said: There are temples but no monks sweeping the ground, and there are incense but no fire and moon lighting.

After winter, there was heavy snowfall. The old man slept in the temple, his teeth were chattering, and his face was ashen, as if he would not be able to survive the cold winter. The monk entered with a beggar and handed the old man a warm dry cake. After taking it in a daze, the old man suddenly threw it away. On the ground, his eyes regained a little clarity, and then he looked at the monk who picked up the dry biscuit again, and reached out to pass the dry biscuit again. The old man shook his head and said, "I only want to see my grandson in life, otherwise I will die with regret. I can't swallow this breath." , I can’t break it, I want to say sorry to him, it’s grandpa who’s sorry for him, I can’t be crazy, I want to be sober, monk, save me”

The old man tightly clenched the monk's arm with one hand, "Monk, as long as you let me wake up and see my grandson, it doesn't matter if I treat you like a cow or a horse, I will kowtow to you, and I will be your apprentice right, right, You are a monk with great powers, and you can definitely help me escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

The old man who woke up this time, his spiritual energy was as dry as rotten wood, showing signs of exhaustion, and his consciousness was no longer clear.

The monk said indifferently: "If you can't let go of your obsession, even if you see him, the matter has come to this point, so what can you do?"

The old man looked miserable, "How to let go is not my business alone. If I can't let go, I won't let go in this life."

The middle-aged monk thought for a while, "Since you can't put it down, then pick it up first."

The old man asked stupidly: "How to get it?"

The monk replied, "Go to Dali."

The old man nodded and said, "That's right, my grandson is in Dali."

The monk shook his head and said, "Your grandson is in Sui Dynasty, but your grandson's husband is in Longquan County, Dali."

The old man fell into panic, stepped back, leaned against the wall, shook his head vigorously, and said, "I don't want to see Wen Sheng."

After a while, the old man suddenly became furious, "If you want to harm me, you can kill me. If you want to harm my grandson, I will punch you to death. The golden body is your Buddha. I will punch you as well!" "

When the words fell to the ground, the old man struggled to stand up, his aura was so strong and majestic that he was not inferior to those two pure warriors who fought in the Lizhu Cave.

But there is only a little bit of bluff left.

The monk's face was calm, and he looked down at the iron bowl in his hand. There was clear water in the bowl.

The old man frowned and said, "Baldy donkey, don't play tricks with the old man."

The monk turned his head and gently lifted the iron bowl, "This is the most interesting thing about your grandson. He saw the little boy, and the poor monk thought he could talk to his husband."

The old man's eyes were firm, "Monk, you are planning something big, and this old man will never agree to you."

The monk sighed, "Grass without roots."

The monk just got up and left.

The old man seized the time to sit cross-legged, and began to breathe, his skin, which was originally withered, slowly shone golden.

Then he engraved the five characters "Dali Longquan County" on the palm of his hand with his fingers, bloody and bloody, and kept telling himself, "To go to this place, you must go to this place, just watch but don't talk, don't ask and don't do it." .

The old man returned to the temple and fell asleep.

The heavy snow outside the temple became more intense, but it melted automatically as soon as the bursts of cold air approached the temple gate.