Kaifeng Bistro

"The door to the heaven has been closed." Wen Hui walked towards him with a faint blue Buddha lamp in his hand, his voice suddenly became very soft, and the blue robe turned into a swaying skirt. The lamps were extinguished one after another, leaving only the lamp in Wen Hui's hand exuding a dim light like beans: "We stay in this world not only to atone for our sins, but also to deal with powerful enemies who come back, and I already feel Here, he... is coming."

"Why? Why now?" Tan Zhifeng's heart sank suddenly, and he suddenly realized that the uneasiness and restlessness in his heart was not because of Ying Long's departure, on the contrary, perhaps since that night, he has become like The same as before, I can gradually feel Yinglong's heart, and that kind of worry does not come from himself, but from Yinglong.

"You have been living in the human world all these years, right? Zhifeng, tell me, what happened in the human world?" Wen Hui walked to his side and put the last light in front of him.Although the lights were almost all extinguished, Tan Zhifeng felt that the Buddhist hall was getting warmer and warmer. A raging blue flame was burning in front of his eyes. In the flames, he saw people in simple clothes gradually put on complicated and exquisite Chinese clothes, women Pulling up their long black hair and walking up to the altar, people were sweating and working hard in the fields by the water, walking and singing... He saw the king's banquets one after another, with bells and drums ringing, cups intertwined, line by line The inscriptions were engraved on bronze vessels, recited, and sung repeatedly from generation to generation.

The picture suddenly flipped like pages of a book, the sun set and rose, rose and set again, and the flames of war rose everywhere. Groups of foreign soldiers riding tall horses rushed into the capital like wolves. Beautiful women, noble emperors, countless civilians... The common people have become souls of the dead... He saw the setting sun slanting to the west, dilapidated palaces and withered leaves, capable people with different appearances but equally confident walking towards the flames, some of them wearing cloth robes, some in armor, some with white beard and hair, some young and handsome, and finally the sound of rumbling carriages sounded from the depths of the flames, and the huge wheels crushed all of them into dust.

The flame was beating, burning more and more intensely, Tan Zhifeng closed his eyes, but the scenes in the flame kept emerging in his heart, Zhengfu who fell under the towering city wall of the border gate, scholars who were buried in the rolling loess, in troubled times The overlord who cut his sword at once was cut into two giant snakes rolling on the ground...Thousands of miles of gunpowder smoke fell into silence, and there were soft songs in the palace, and the devastated land finally had a moment of peace...

When he opened his eyes again, the pictures seemed to be repeated non-stop. For a while, the sky was full of flags and yellow sand, and for a while, the bright moon hung high and danced gracefully. This land that had been washed by blood was once Many bones have been buried, and no matter those willing or unwilling souls are drowned by the smoke and dust of history, this land has always recovered its vigor and vitality after repeated bloody storms and continued to give birth to new life.

However, in these constantly changing pictures, he always saw a cloud of black misty mist. When those brutal kings were about to die, the mist became thicker and thicker. While wailing, the mist continued to expand. Tan Zhifeng even saw the depths of the palace where he walked beside Ying Long. Those familiar faces whispering, their laughter and proud eyes were all sucked into the mist, making people It gets stronger little by little.

The burning fire in the billowing river caused the black air to spin and twist sharply. When countless cavalry stepped through the moving music and slashed at the unarmed people again with their long knives, Tan Zhifeng looked for the black air again, but was terrified. It was found that he had faintly turned into a human shape...

"Zhifeng, do you understand now? You, no, our opponent is not Bo, but a dead soul who is much stronger than Bo." Wen Hui's cyan robe floated in front of Zhifeng again, and the cyan flame followed his The footsteps were extinguished, and only a few embers remained: "As for our own destiny, I'm afraid we can only hold it in our own hands. Until the last moment, no one knows what will be waiting for us. Zhifeng... Are you afraid?"

Tan Zhifeng stood up slowly, and said to Wen Hui: "I... I'm afraid, but what's the use of being afraid? The posterity said it well: 'Thousands of ages will turn their heads to perish. Merit will not last long, and fame will not last long.' Gods and ghosts, princes and generals, no one has eternal life. Whether it is Ying Long, you, or... me, we have lived in this world for a long enough time, and we have no regrets."

Wen Hui looked at Tan Zhifeng quietly.There was a clear and clean light in Tan Zhifeng's eyes, which made Wen Hui smile gradually: "I said earlier, you shouldn't stay with Ying Long, you should practice with me... "

Tan Zhifeng also smiled and replied: "What is cultivation? I don't know. After so many years, my spiritual power has not increased at all, but I... But in my heart, I gradually understood many things. I started Think, Yinglong Reincarnation Tenth, what is the meaning of your thousands of years of being with the ancient Buddha? If this is a punishment, then what did you do wrong? Didn’t you help justice in the war between Yan and Huang? party to the party?"

Wen Hui suppressed her smile, sat down cross-legged, and said: "The Buddha said: 'I will go to hell. Not only will I go to hell, but I will live in hell forever. I will not only live in hell, but I will always enjoy hell. Not only will I always be happy, but I will also solemnize hell...' Wind, staying in the world is not a punishment, but another way of cultivation."

Tan Zhifeng also followed Wen Hui's example and sat down. The two faced each other. Tan Zhifeng continued: "You are right. So Ying Long stayed with you. What needs to be slowly resolved is not the killing left on his body. The evil spirit is the resentment that remains in the world after that great war... But have you ever thought about why the strength of you and Ying Long has not increased over the years, but the enemies in the dark have become stronger and stronger? ?”

"No... I don't know." Wen Hui shook his head sadly: "I don't even know who he is, and I don't even know when he will appear, I can only feel the overwhelming resentment that makes people feel uneasy In the constant gathering, especially the recent frequent wars in the northwest, more and more dead soldiers, I can't even save those undead in time, what will happen to them staying in the world? I really can't predict..."

"But..." Tan Zhifeng couldn't help but leaned forward, and asked, "But there is not only resentment and murderousness in the world... Otherwise, it would have become a hell long ago, just like this Tianqing Temple, where people come here every day to burn incense Worshiping Buddha, what about the compassion and kindness in the hearts of the people who are cultivating here? Can’t these compete with it?”

Wen Hui blinked, stared at Tan Zhifeng for a while, then slowly got up and walked back.Tan Zhifeng quickly stood up too, followed Wen Hui around the solemn Buddha statue, through the empty back hall, and came to the dark meditation room.

Wen Hui raised his finger and "snapped", and the blue flames floated. Tan Zhifeng's eyes lit up. He looked up in surprise, and saw piles of books piled up from the floor, filling the entire Bifo Hall. Ten times as many rooms.Wen Hui grabbed his hand and brushed lightly on one of the rolls, a faint blue light flowed between his fingers, Wen Hui said: "Close your eyes and feel it."

Tan Zhifeng felt it with his heart, and the volumes of books seemed to be unfolded in front of him, turning pages one by one, and the Buddhist scriptures that Wen Hui chanted in the Buddhist hall just now appeared in his mind word by word, and he found that he had memorized them all. But those papers were filled with different and unfamiliar handwriting, some were graceful, some were beautiful, and most of them were neat and orderly. He could feel that those copyists had poured all their thoughts into the pens in their hands. paper, as if this Buddhist scripture is their way of salvation.

However, he didn't find what he wanted, no compassion for suffering, no compassion for the poor, no kindness, and even no hope. There was only fear, depression, sorrow and resentment. It turned into strands of black smoke and dust, floating towards the distance as if attracted by something.

"Why...how did this happen?" Tan Zhifeng said to himself: "These people who came here to practice Buddhism, they..."

Wen Hui replied solemnly: "The "Buddha Says the Eight Great Men's Enlightenment Sutra" says: The first awakening: the world is impermanent, the country is fragile, the four major sufferings are empty, the five yins have no self, birth and death change, hypocrisy has no owner. The heart is the source of evil. , form a sinful nest, observe in this way, gradually depart from birth and death."

"Second Enlightenment: Too much desire is suffering, life and death are exhausting, starting from greed; less desire is inaction, body and mind are at ease..."

After reciting the eight sentences, Wen Hui continued: "The country has been at peace for a long time, but it cannot resolve disputes inside, and cannot defend against powerful enemies outside. The country is the same, and the family is the same. Although these noble ladies seem to be pampered by outsiders, in fact, they are Few of them can truly be peaceful and happy in their hearts, otherwise, why would they come to this Buddhist temple to seek inner peace?"

The scrolls were turning faster and faster. In a short period of time, I don't know how much black air broke through the window lattice, but few pure kind thoughts merged into Tan Zhifeng's spiritual power.In the turbid air, a sharp and painful voice suddenly sounded: "Learn the wind in the valley, and bring rain to the cloud. Striders are united, so there should be no anger..."

"This, this is not a Buddhist scripture..." Tan Zhifeng stretched out his hand, and the pure white soft light spun around his fingers, rushing towards the tall wooden frame like filaments, wrapping around a thick stack of paper and falling down.Tan Zhifeng took the paper in his hand and found that each piece was heavier than ordinary paper.He curiously asked: "Master, Gu Feng... what does this mean?"

"Learn the wind in the valley, and use the shade to bring rain.... The wind from the valley is fast and fierce, and the clouds are thick and heavy. The husband and wife should work together and unite as one, and should not be angry and incompatible."