floating snow

Who will reward the hazy and yellow hanging dark moon?

Busy killing the spring breeze to pay the brains, it smells bad.

Obsessed with enlightenment.

Shi Yanwen was hit by an arrow back then, right at the position of his heart, the arrow entered his body and disrupted his meridians, the fish-white clothes did not have the slightest barrier effect, but only added a thrilling red plum to the wound.

What a beautiful color, the stark contrast to that lifeless face.

Now, so is he.

Xie Fengdi smiled wryly. He thought his movements were fast enough. In fact, his movements were indeed fast, but there was inevitably some weakness in the middle.

Xie Fengdi handed Furong Zhuke to Chaotic Crazy Knife and then went to collect the extremely cold air. The place is hard to find, and there are many formations. However, breaking the formation is not a difficult problem. People have enough time to gather momentum.

Since the extremely cold air can make the father of boasting, it is impossible for him to be guarded by no one. The strength of the guard must not be low, and there may be more than one.

Fortunately, Xie Fengdi didn't go alone, and Chi Longying had been waiting for a long time.

The task Chi Longying got was to deal with the guards, and he had to do it cleanly, trying not to leave anyone alive, lest the father of boasting find evidence that Xie Fengdi was against him, making the plan fail, and Xie Fengdi, It is responsible for collecting the extremely cold air.

With no other intentions, Xie Fengdi could only use his energy to gather energy for a while. The dark blue extremely cold air came from all directions, gradually gathered into pearls, and slowly formed in his hands. On the side, just waiting for Xie Fengdi to succeed.

However, there is no perfect plan in the world.

It was a critical moment and he couldn't draw his hand to defend, Xie Fengdi took the arrow abruptly, and the arrow disappeared as soon as it entered the body, turning into a hot current that could burn the lungs, Chi Longying couldn't suppress it!

The clinker and cold pearls are ready, and the hidden arrows will come out immediately?

The father of boasting and fantasy wants to put to death the person who steals the extreme cold air!

Just at this time, there was another change, which seemed to be someone sent by the father of boasting to investigate, but they had no choice but to withdraw in a hurry.

Fortunately, the extremely cold air has indeed been obtained.

With a cold face, Xie Fengdi said: "Chi Longying, you first take the things... back to Fudo City!"

"What about you?" Chi Longying asked worriedly, "Are you going to find Shi Yanwen?"

"Yes," Xie Fengdi's lips turned white, dripping with cold sweat, "If you are on the same path as me, people will be suspicious...we must part ways."

"I'm afraid you can't hold on to Tianyue Goufeng, I'll send you off..."

"No need," Xie Fengdi pushed his hand away, "When you go back...let the bird out...he will bring Yanwen to find me."

Chi Longying still wanted to persuade, but Xie Fengdi had used his last strength to turn away and leave.

He avoided the crowd and went to Tianyuegou Peak, but he didn't reach Tianyuegou Peak. He was unable to go any further, and ran to a deserted tea shed in a daze. When he saw a flash of gold, Only then did he fall into the dark abyss in the deep consciousness circle.

Under the abyss is a dreamland.

In the dream, his heart was still aching.

In the dream, he was a fisherman sailing a boat in Taihu Lake. It was icy and snowy, and everything seemed lifeless. He floated a small boat in the center of the lake, and he just printed that poem.

The lonely boat Yukao Kazane and the snow of the Kangare Kanoe.

The clothes under the bamboo hat are very thick, the mountains are so remote, there are no traces of people, and the lake water has no ripples, it is like dead silence. In this kind of cold silence, he is the only one left in the whole world.

Is there anyone else?

He stood up and sang alone: ​​"Have fun with me?"

However, what joy is there?

He sat back again, put away the fishing rod and saw that there was nothing on the hook hanging upside down, and there was no fish under the water surface, the bait must have been eaten long ago.

He laughed.

Fang felt lifeless, isn't this life?Fish are hidden in the water, and vitality is hidden in the water. If you think about it after diverging, isn't there vitality under the snow layer?It is said that auspicious snow heralds a good year, and this snow is also life.

As the breeze came, Xie Fengdi leaned over and took the bait, hung it on the hook, and threw it back into the water.The voice was very soft, but it was the only sound at the moment, it was very comfortable to hear, and even made me feel a little better.

The hook fell into the water for a long time, and he saw a snow-white fish swimming by.

He thought of the eight auspicious signs of Buddhism, including wheels, snails, umbrellas, covers, flowers, pots, fish, and longs. Fish is one of them.

Isn’t this vivid proof the root of the vitality of the heaven and the earth, isn’t it vitality under the lake, under the clear snow and on the canoe?

The white fish swims around the bait, but refuses to bite easily. The ups and downs are gentle, and Xie Fengdi is not in a hurry. He likes the pearly color of the fish, the calm blue eyes of the fish, and the fan-like The tail fin, it swims freely there, and he doesn't care.

He put his hand out, and the fish hid in the water in fright. He smiled and put his hand in the water, using his hand as bait, waiting for the fish to take the bait.

The fish doesn't move.

He asked, "Why didn't you come?"

The fish still didn't move.

He also asked, "Why didn't you come?"

The fish wagged its tail away, and he was about to give up.

Suddenly there was a monk on the boat, the monk sat cross-legged, tapped water with plain hands, and said, "Come."

The fish jumped up and jumped into the monk's arms. Xie Fengdi looked at him in amazement. The monk smiled, tapped the fish whisk on its head, and put it back into the water.

Xie Feng was even more surprised: "Why did you let it go?"

The monk quietly watched the white fish swimming in the water, his eyes seemed unfocused, and muttered to himself: "Fish live in water, just like people live in air."

"Water," Xie Fengdi stirred up some waves and said with a naive smile, "yes, this white fish lives in the water, lives by the water, and dies when it comes out of the water. It was born beautifully. I don't want it to die, so I let it live."

The monk looked sideways lightly, and said: "However, the poor monk let it go, but it's not because it lives in water."

"Oh?" Xie Fengdi was taken aback.

The monk Baoxiang is solemn, pointing to the water surface: "Let's see."

Xie Fengdi's spirits stood up, he looked subconsciously, but saw the white fish came between his fingers, its slippery body didn't move at all, and it got into his hands obediently.

He was stunned for a long time before trying to pick up the white fish.

The monk chanted "Amitabha", then stood up and stomped vigorously on the edge of the canoe.

Unprepared, Xie Fengdi fell headfirst into the water, the straw hat was scattered, and it was bitterly cold. Xie Fengdi struggled painfully in the water, but the monk stood quietly on the wooden boat and looked at him. The sad face is generally distorted.

He can swim, but for some reason at this moment, he gave up that instinct.

He subconsciously wanted to call for help, but the moment he opened his lips, he was blocked by the swarming lake water. His nostrils, ears, and eyes were covered with water, and all his seven orifices were in pain. The liquid oppressed his heart, and he could only make a broken whimpering sound. .When the passage of time was stretched, the strength of his limbs disappeared bit by bit, and the light in the water was swallowed by darkness, he finally knew that he was about to die.

At the last moment, he gave up struggling.

The surface of the water tends to calm down.

There seemed to be some noise.

The fuzzy consciousness narrowed slightly, and Xie Fengdi looked at it blankly.

Whitefish was pushing against his thigh.

Xie Fengdi's pupils lit up.

The white fish frantically swam up to his cheeks, its body trying its best to bend his head to let him breathe the air above the water, but it only saw the light spots on his water surface that spread out like petals , that power is like a drop in the bucket, useless.Bai Yu was in a hurry, bit him as if there was nothing, then pushed him persistently, and pushed him onto the canoe, his body was so weak, but his temper was so stubborn, he still refused to give up after being knocked dizzy.

Xie Fengdi watched it struggle silently, saw its eyes sore, and finally regained that instinct.

He kicked his legs and went upstream. The monk sat cross-legged on the wooden boat, and Xie Fengdi's movement of climbing on the boat was not small. There was no wave on his face. When everything was quiet, the monk looked at Baiyu.

It stopped in Xie Fengdi's hand, as if extremely tired.

The monk sighed, "Why did it come?"

Xie Fengdi said: "It wants to save me."

The monk asked again: "Why did it save you?"

The haze in Xie Fengdi's heart disappeared, and he sighed: "It wants to save me."

The two sentences are the same, but the first sentence focuses on "saving", while the second sentence focuses on "thinking".

The monk finally asked: "Do you understand?"

Xie Fengdi was stunned for a long time, then his voice suddenly became hoarse: "Senior, Su understands."

Leaders have to suppress their feelings, and it is even more difficult to have love. How crazy is the possession that admiration breeds?Its beautiful and seductive taste makes people understand the taste, it will make people ecstasy to the point of ecstasy, and it will make people unable to extricate themselves from the fatuous and bottomless trust. Man manipulates the puppet line for control.

And leaders cannot be controlled by others. A leader controlled by others will be wrapped up in the endless selfish desires of his controller. No matter how wise a leader is, he will make mistakes unconsciously, and he is the one who will be punished. Thousands of people guarded.

That is one of desire, not love.

Desire will make everyone fall into the abyss of sin, but the feeling of fulfilling desire is so sweet, and makes people willing to sink deeper into the abyss.

And to maintain oneself in the abyss of desire, there is only one way other than giving up this love - control.

Take your desires into your own hands, hide your weaknesses under a sufficiently solid armor, and fasten your love firmly to the pillar called ideal but actually a cage.

He couldn't give up his admiration, so he chose to control unconsciously.

But... How unfair is this to the party being controlled?

No wonder, the Buddha said he was obsessed.

The Buddha said: "Everything is impermanent, and what is born must die. If you don't cling to birth and death, your heart can be quiet and not think."

If this exists, then that exists; if this arises, that arises; if this does not exist, then that does not exist; if this ceases, then that ceases.

Cherish the present, don't stick to the future, follow the fate, and don't let each other's farewell be extremely painful.

He shouldn't be obsessed with the final result, his obsession made Shi Yanwen suffer, let himself suffer.Fate is born and fate is gone, there are times of ups and downs, he should have understood that Shi Yanwen's love for him is true, his love for Shi Yanwen is true, and this beautiful "truth" exists in each other's hearts, so we shouldn't let each other be for this "true" "Afflicted.

"I'm happy when he comes, let him go when he goes."

The monk nodded, got up slowly, his whereabouts faded away, and the moment he stood up straight, the dharma was empty.

Xie Fengdi caressed the back of the fish and released it.

The good fortune is beautiful, turning the virtual into the real.

Xie Fengdi opened his eyes.

He was lying in the arms of that "white fish", the strength on his shoulders was very tight and firm, and there was no pain in his heart, but there was still a cold feeling on his face.

There were tears on his face, but not his tears, and he realized that the man's eyes were dazed, with teardrops hanging on his eyelashes, and he was staring blankly at him.

Ruzhusiyu, he has seen it before, and he hasn't seen it for a long time.

Xie Fengdi was about to speak.

Shi Yanwen spoke first.

"I forgive you."

Xie Fengdi was startled.

Shi Yanwen looked into Xie Fengdi's eyes and said word by word, "I forgive you for everything."

Xie Fengdi stared at him ecstatically for a long time, then sat up slowly, the hands around his shoulders slipped off.

The exhausted body regained its vitality, Xie Fengdi opened his mouth, and countless emotions surged in his chest, but he just couldn't say a word.

He hugged Shi Yanwen as if no one could separate them at this moment.

"I'm sorry I scared you," he said.

Shi Yanwen's hands and feet were numb, and she couldn't use any strength, so she could only lean on his shoulders. This understatement was like a elixir that could cure all poisons, and melt away the bitterness and heaviness in his heart.

……

Shi Yanwen wanted to save him, but his strength penetrated his body and his injuries healed, but he still didn't wake up.

He can't get into his heart, and he can't pull people into his illusion, so he can only work hard again and again.

After finally getting in, he found himself a white fish, and that person was a sleepy fisherman.

In the world covered by ice and snow, he did not know how many times he turned into a white fish, but the fisherman wearing a bamboo hat just refused to open his eyes to look at him, as long as he was willing to look at him, as long as he was willing to release his mind, he could wake him up.

For the first time, he bit the hook and dragged the rod backwards. The rod really came out, but the man was as silent as an old monk in meditation.

Xie Fengdi fell asleep, he jumped up from the water with all his strength, the water splashed on Xie Fengdi's face, the man did not wake up.He jumped on the man again, but the man still didn't wake up, he slapped his tail anxiously and ferociously to try, but he couldn't wake him up after all, and he also ran aground on him.

The feeling of suffocation and lack of oxygen made his heart constrict, and the strength of the struggle was gradually relieved, and he could only tighten his clothes to return to reality.

The second time, instead of biting the hook, he bit the corner of his clothes that fell on the water, but the corners of the clothes were too slippery, and he lost his mind in a hurry, so he hit the boat with his head.

It hurt so much that the bulge on the canoe hit his eyes, and he hit his head with blood. The blood stained the lake red and disappeared along the flow.The small boat gradually moved, shaking gently on the lake, but what about the people on the boat?Still did not wake up.

The third time, he got angry and tried his best to jump towards his face. He really hit him, but Xie Fengdi just frowned.

What about "just frowning"?At least he reacted.

Shi Yanwen's face was full of joy, and she forced herself to hold up her sluggish spirit and continue to explore.

Fourth time, fifth time, sixth time...

I don't know how many times, Shi Yanwen hugged Xie Fengdi's hands and couldn't stop shaking, his eyes were bloodshot and swollen, he couldn't do anything about the pain, he had to stop and rest, and the time had passed, it seemed that it had only been a few days ago. It seemed like a day or two had passed.

Not like.

like years.

How can you sleep for years?Shi Yanwen thought absently, he slept in the Thorn Mountain for a year, how many days in a year?Days feel like years, how many years have Suzhen passed?

No, no!

There must be a way... Since he can't wake him up, what about others?

Like a page of a book.

The illusion where the Buddha lives has undergone earth-shaking changes. It is no longer a water pavilion, but sometimes it is like a rushing turbulent wave, and sometimes it is like a cliff falling endlessly. The Buddha stands on the lotus platform in the waves, as stable as a rock.

Shi Yanwen's intrusion made him react.

"Senior!" Shi Yanwen fell under the lotus platform, dazzled by the ever-changing environment, almost passed out in this uncontrolled environment.When he saw the Buddha, his unmoving brows like a mountain naturally reassured people. The illusion returned to the waterside terrace again, but the waves still did not stop.

The Buddha frowned, and stepped into the mortal world for the first time since entering the lotus platform.

He helped Shi Yanwen up, worried about his weak spirit: "What's wrong with you?"

Shi Yanwen shook his head, he knew what was wrong with him, but he didn't take it seriously, he looked at the Buddha, half an arm's distance away from the Buddha, bitter in his heart, and reluctantly finished the matter.

"Senior, Yanwen needs your help."

"Can't you wake him up?" The Buddha lowered his eyes, "How many times have you tried?"

several times?How could he have the mood to remember how many times?

Shi Yanwen hurriedly said: "Senior, this is a trivial matter, I will take you in first!"

He was in a hurry, and even "you" became "you".

The Buddha pointed at his forehead and said: "Amitabha, if your spirit is not enough, you may not be able to wake him up, and you will fall asleep yourself. If there is any danger from the outside world at that time, how can you stop it?"

Shi Yanwen was stunned for a long time, his cheeks twitched, suppressed his worries, and returned to introversion, he said: "Senior said, Yanwen can't let Xie Fengdi get hurt, so let's recuperate first, and bring senior in later, how about it?"

"……it is good."

Not long after, Shi Yanwen led the monk into Xie Fengdi's consciousness.

The fisherman is still the same fisherman, the white fish is still the same white fish, and the Buddha turned into an ordinary monk, slapping the dead world with his palm.

The fisherman woke up, the white fish approached, and the monk also appeared.

But Xie Fengdi really regarded himself as a fisherman, he asked him to come closer, he asked him why he didn't come, but how could he come closer?There seemed to be an invisible barrier between the two of them, and he couldn't touch him at all. This should have been the situation he was looking forward to the most, but now there was no joy.

The monk beckoned him to be calm.

In fact, there was no need for the monk to signal, Shi Yanwen already knew what to do when he calmed down.

He approached the fishing rod, tested it all around, and waited for the monk to come here to teach.

Xie Fengdi became obsessed, Shi Yanwen didn't expect, how could Xie Fengdi become obsessed?He set up a cage for himself, Shi Yanwen was shocked, and then swam into the hands of the monk obediently.

The monk nodded on his head, and his mood returned to calm again.

He was thinking about how the monk would teach.

The one-page book is Su Zhenzhen's most respected senior, and Su Zhenzhen will definitely listen to the one-page book.But the monk did not teach, he just pointed out a way, and then pushed the most important and dangerous part to him.

Startled by the monk's actions, he subconsciously slammed into Xie Fengdi, fainted, and hurt, and continued, anyway, he had suffered from the father of boasting, and he had to recuperate his spirit after all, but it was too much It's only two days, what's so scary?

It can be said that Feng Dy cannot die.

The spray was getting smaller, he didn't see it, Xie Fengdi didn't struggle anymore, he saw it.

The moment he saw it, anger and helplessness welled up in his heart. What did this person worry about him?You need to set up such a dangerous puzzle for yourself! ?However, not long after the anger lasted, he was already dizzy, and after a long time, Shi Yanwen was suddenly caressed by a hand.

He raised his head in a daze, and saw that the man's eyes gradually became firm and his smile faded away.

The tense spirit suddenly relaxed, Shi Yanwen closed her eyes, and let herself flow out of consciousness, as if the body and soul were separated in a trance.

life and death.

Shi Yanwen thought about this question seriously, and not surprisingly, he got the answer in the blink of an eye.

How could the peerless white lotus that condensed the essence of heaven and earth die?

He chooses to live, he chooses to live a simple life, conscious, breathing, enduring the seven emotions and six desires, being tolerant and steady, and enjoying a life of wisdom and humor!