Hibiscus Moon

When Buyue was eating breakfast, there was a sad and sad tune from upstairs, listened carefully, it was a little familiar, followed by a woman's soft and sad singing, weeping softly, mixed with the drizzle outside the house, scattered the sorrow of midnight.

The water is dim and the clouds are light, the moon shadow is cold, and the music and songs are long.

The pipa song is full of water, the mist and rain are endless, the wine has faded, and the sword is full of glory.

The ancient Jiangnan melody of hibiscus hurts, falling flowers in the cold river, and the thick ink and green are all forgotten.

I still miss the broken string, and the green hair grows away from others.

The tune is absolutely pleasant, but the aftertaste of thirteen days and nights is still there, but the sadness seems to have penetrated into the heart.

Buyue put down her chopsticks: "Liren has returned to vulgarity for her, and she sang such a sad song early in the morning. Could it be that Monk Hua didn't satisfy her last night?"

Xia Yunfeng said: "Not necessarily, you go and see what happened."

Buyue lifted the hem of her clothes and went upstairs, Pei Yanxi's door was wide open, Thirteen Yege was leaning on two or three orchid plants and playing a pipa by the window, her fluffy black hair was tied up in a flowing cloud bun, and a few strands were scattered from her forehead The front is drooping, the willow eyebrows are drooping, the almond eyes are watery, and there is a faint resentment, and only those few lines are sung over and over again.

I still miss the broken string, and the green hair grows away from others.

Buyue looked around, she was the only one in the room, her heart suddenly moved, she hurriedly asked: "Where's Pei Yanxi?"

"gone."

"Where have you gone?"

Thirteen Yege's hands paused, and clear water fell down, moistening the strings.

"He said that he only looked back five hundred times in his previous life in exchange for passing by once in this life. It must be because he didn't look back enough in his previous life, so he couldn't let go of the Buddha in his heart. He and his concubine can only have nothing to do with each other. I hope to hold hands again in the next life. I will definitely live up to my lovesickness."

Buyue: "..."

He turned back to look at Xia Yunfeng behind him, Xia Yunfeng smiled slightly, but his eyes seemed to say, look, the owner is right.

Thirteen Yege kept her head down, her hands soaked in tears were thin and slender, her right hand fingers were covered with thin calluses, which was the sadness carved on the strings of the pipa all the year round.

"Who knows if there will be an afterlife? What he said has always been beautiful, so beautiful that people can't help but miss him. Even if he knows that it is impossible, he has always been like this. The concubine can never keep him..." Her tears He didn't choke up, but instead laughed at himself lightly.

I have seen a lot of sad women, Buyue, and many women who can't keep men. This is all due to his flair and ruthlessness. Therefore, facing Shisan Yege's desolate appearance-he has no sympathy at all. !

"When did he leave?" Xia Yunfeng asked.

"I went out in the early hours of this morning, and he asked me to tell you two that there is a bodhi tree in Nanhua Temple, and there are scriptures under the bodhi tree."

Buyue's heart jumped up suddenly, all the blood rushed to her forehead, she only felt a buzzing sound in her ears, and a golden star flashed in front of her eyes.

He stared at Shisan Yege closely, and after a while he found his voice: "He... he really said that?"

"Indeed."

"Thank you... my sister! Let's go now!"

Xia Yunfeng stretched out his hand to hold him: "What are you in a hurry for?"

Buyue said: "Can you not be in a hurry?"

Xia Yunfeng didn't reply to his words, but turned to Shisan Yege: "Thank you, Miss Yege, do you have anything to say to us?"

"I have already said what I should say. If he is tired of the pure Buddhism, I will wait for him at the foot of the Three Pagodas."

"If he devotes his life to Buddha, you also wait for him all his life?"

"Wait, why can't you wait?"

Xia Yunfeng said: "There are too many infatuated people in this world, and few of them can achieve perfection. If Miss Yege really has no regrets in this life, why don't you fight for it yourself?"

Thirteen Yege smiled sadly: "My concubine was born in the world, and she is just a weak woman. How can I win? The world is floating around, and her body is like duckweed. She will grow old and fade, let alone..."

"Since that's the case, why are you obsessed with him? Why don't you find someone who is sincere to you and marry him as soon as possible. I met him in Jinling, and I met a few old lovers like you along the way. He is a flower monk. , you are really not worth it."

Thirteen Yege suddenly raised his head when he heard the word "old lover", his thin face was even paler, Liu Mei frowned with a pair of autumn pupils full of water, and he was about to cry, so pitiful.

She gritted her teeth, unwilling to make a sound.

Xia Yunfeng made a salute: "That's all for now, take my leave."

Well, you have said all the truth and falsehood, and you still "stop talking", and you have been a gentleman and a good person again. Buyue has long been familiar with his ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense.

He looked back for the last time, Shisan Yege was still holding her pipa, with a pair of big black and thick eyes on his pale face, staring very wide, never letting the tears fall.

"Zheng" sound.

Pipa strings are broken.

Walking far away, I faintly listened to the low and sad singing, mixed with the melancholy of Jiangnan.

The water is dim and the clouds are light, the moon shadow is cold, and the music and songs are long.

The pipa song is full of water, the mist and rain are endless, the wine has faded, and the sword is full of glory.

The ancient Jiangnan melody of hibiscus hurts, falling flowers in the cold river, and the thick ink and green are all forgotten.

I still miss the broken string, and the green hair grows away from others.

——Li Ren no longer grows blue hair.

In the early morning of the second day, it was less than five miles away from Nanhua Temple. From a distance, I could hear the morning bell in the temple echoing the mountains and fields.

Among those who came, in addition to worshiping Buddha and burning incense, there were also believers who came to listen to eminent monks from all walks of life gather here to talk about Buddhism.

Buyue walked through Caoxi Gate, Fangsheng Pond, Baolin Gate, Heavenly King Hall, and Daxiong Hall in order, and worshiped all the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats she saw, and her eyes were blinded by the incense, but she was devout like never before, chanting words in her mouth : May the Tathagata Buddha Guanyin bless me to get the "Thousand Hearts Cheats", and never become a woman again, let Xia Yunfeng's broom star be as far away from me as possible, and the Xie Huo Sect will never come to me again, and, more Take a few beauties to relieve your greed, of course, it's best to cure the poison of "heart-eating"...

He had too many wishes, he closed his eyes and said a lot, he didn't even let go of the daytime brewing and drinking every day, when he opened his eyes, he met Xia Yunfeng's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, they were dark and dark. Not to the end.

"You hate me that much?"

Buyue stood up from the futon and ignored him.

Xia Yunfeng said again: "I restrain you and discipline you, you hate me; but if I obey you and give you money and beauties, and let you harm innocent people, I'm afraid you won't even look at me."

This is quite correct.

But Buyue couldn't understand anymore, he stopped and turned around: "Xia Yunfeng, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Xia Yunfeng said: "I want you to have me in your heart."

Buyue said: "You turn around in front of me all day long, so naturally my heart and eyes are full of you, and I can even dream of you in nightmares."

Xia Yunfeng paused: "You are pretending to be stupid."

Buyue let out a sigh: "Even if I don't pretend to be stupid, I don't know what kind of fancy intestines you have in your stomach. You can turn people around with a word, so what if I hate you, I am so unlucky Now, can't I hate you? Is it possible that I still respect you, love you and worship you?"

Xia Yunfeng said: "I like you, so naturally I hope you can respect me, love me and like me. Of course, worshiping me is even better!"

"when!"

Not far away, the bell rang suddenly, loud and heavy, and drowned out all sounds. The prayers of believers, the chants of monks, and the discussion of Dharma under the Bodhi tree were all as silent as the fragrance of Buddha that spread slowly. None of the all-encompassing bells.

Xia Yunfeng stared at Buyue with a calm face and deep black eyes. He was upright and dignified in the usual way, and he didn't seem to say anything shocking.

The bell gradually faded, and the Sanskrit singing sounded in the ears again. The believers who worshiped the Buddha murmured their wishes, the birds in the sky flapped their wings and let out a green chime or two, and the eminent monks under the Bodhi tree were talking about the Buddha.

Someone said: "Living in the world is like being among thorns. If you don't move your heart, don't move rashly. If you don't move, you won't get hurt."

Buyue looked back at Xia Yunfeng: "What did you just say?"