Nine Prison Rings

The 23rd day of the lunar calendar.

The god of joy is southwest.The noble god is south.It is suitable for worship and travel.

Yixi flipped through the calendar, staring at it in a daze.

Nowadays, people like to use their mobile phones to check the time and date. He is an old-fashioned person in this respect. He always hangs a red calendar card at home.I don't know why, the memories from childhood will get a sense of comfort and security in this little thing.

The spring is just right, and it is rare that there is no wind.

Yixi wore a light gray casual outfit and went out.

The car was driving on the streets that were not yet lively during the holiday, and the smell of flowers in the wind outside the window quietly slipped into the car.The rare comfort and security made people relax their guard these days.

Every time I go to offer incense, I feel such rare peace in my heart.

The "Big Buddha Temple", located on the hill of the urban park, is always flocked by pilgrims, and is one of the more famous tourist attractions in the city.

In the whole park, there are green trees and shade, and Sanskrit music curls up—clear and free from the world.

Every time I come here, Yixi feels as if I am taking a bath, clean and transparent.

He doesn't have much religious belief, but he just likes the calm atmosphere here; for a while, he feels that he is still an impeccable and pure person.

On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year, there are too many pilgrims, and there are often crowds of people; therefore, he prefers to choose the usual days.There are few people, so you can think about your thoughts in the quiet mountains.

The marble road paved from the bottom of the mountain to the temple is carved with complicated cloud patterns and decorated with lotus flowers on the side; huge footprint reliefs, occasionally protruding out, have the feeling of guiding people into a sacred place.

The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, and when you turn back, you will see the shore——

There is a voice, silently shouting from the deepest part of my heart.

Yixi heard it, but couldn't respond.

Respectfully and respectfully offering three sticks of incense in front of the Buddha, the incense that had been standing upright in the incense burner fell down and fell into the incense ash.

Although there is no sound, it is shocking.

This was a natural phenomenon, but Yixi's face changed.

He didn't know: Would the gods be willing to bless him as a kind of offering to the gods sincerely?But at least the deep longing for forgiveness is real and urgent.

Before Shensi returned, he saw layman Huiming walking towards him.

"Amitabha--"

Layman Huiming clasped his palms together and greeted with a smile.

Yixi also hurriedly returned the gift.

Layman Huiming is a benevolent old lady. Over 60 years old, brisk walk and helpful.There is always a simple and clean smile on the face of a child.

Yixi knew what kind of rough experience this old lady had: she was a widow when she was young and raised a pair of children alone.The son later got cancer and died in his thirties; the daughter was a eccentric, violent intermittent mental patient, and in her forties she was not married and still needed the care of this mother.

Apart from taking care of her daughter, she spends most of her time helping out in the temple.

This kind of selfless helping others makes her mental state different from that of her peers.Perhaps, this kind of spiritual detachment made her accept that the ups and downs of fate are nothing but the most noble experience of the human heart.

Therefore, Yixi always feels that there is an indescribable brilliance shining on this layman; he is also willing to get close to her.

"Seeing you again, kid." The layman smiled.

"En." Yixi nodded, "I don't come here after a while, I always feel that something is missing."

"What are you thinking about? I'm all dazed." The layman looked at his expression, a little strange.

"I'm thinking, my Buddha is merciful. Are you willing to accept the incense I respect?"

The incense that fell down just now had a certain psychological impact on Yixi. He looked at the tall and solemn Buddha statue, with a faint sigh in his tone.

The layman did not answer his question, but pointed to the crowd who were burning incense, "Look, what are they doing?"

Yixi looked over, "Just like me, I am offering incense. Please bless the Buddha."

"Yes. Everyone wants something when offering incense. We want too much, and we want too much. But, have you ever thought that what you want is true and you should What do you have?" The layman, with a calm expression, said indifferently: "Would it be that the moon is full and you will lose, and what you are asking for is what you can't bear in your life?"

Yixi's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but remain silent.

"My lord, what you said is really good."

"My Buddha accepts everything and saves everyone." Her smile was sincere and peaceful.

"What if I have already entered the way of the devil?" Yixi, recalling all that happened, was a little lost.He murmured unconsciously: "I'm already a sinful person."

The layman looked at this preoccupied young man and seemed to realize something.She couldn't continue to ask any more questions, but said in a gentle manner: "I don't know what happened to you. But child, there is no one in this world who is free from sin. We are all constantly correcting ourselves, constantly Perfect yourself, make your heart more healthy, and develop in a better direction.”

These words undoubtedly moved Yixi, and suddenly his heart, which was filled with lead these days, became much lighter.

"Hopefully, I still have the opportunity to improve myself. Let everything develop beautifully."

Layman, patted him on the shoulder lovingly, "Don't deliberately forget anything, it's all your choice. It's better to let go. The more you let go, the more you have."

Yixi was sincerely grateful for these enlightening words, clasped his hands together, "Thank you layman, I understand."

Saying goodbye to the layman, the road down the mountain was very brisk.As if the whole body and mind have been unbound, from the inside to the outside glows with the joy of being able to fly.

Yixi thought, maybe it was because of sincerely respecting the incense, or maybe it was the clever conversation with Layman Huiming; the result of the interaction between the two.

When I came to the car, I saw a piece of paper on the windshield glass with a windshield wiper.

This is a parking space, why can't it be a ticket? !

Yixi was full of suspicion, and unfolded the note—only two lines were written on it:

——Do you remember Duanmu Can?

It is already a magic root, why burn incense and worship Buddha?

Yixi's heart sank.The good mood just now, like the clouds swept by the wind, is swept away!

This isn't the first time something inexplicable has happened, and there's nothing surprising about it.Just when I think of it, there will always be a pair of eyes staring at me in the dark; my whole body feels uncomfortable like a sore.

Can't you just compete with yourself face to face?Tell the real purpose and hand over your hole cards happily, even if it is a life and death fight.It's better than this, if you see a knife hanging above your head, but don't know what's coming down.

A kind of delay of the soul.

Yixi really wanted to swear with the dirtiest foul language, so as to ease the depression in his chest.But helpless, I couldn't find someone to vent.

What a person with ulterior motives, even mentioning "Chan".

Can, that used to be his——Chan.

Five years, five full years, the time when he left this world.

In Yixi's mind, Can's appearance flashed again - a clean, fair face; the unresolved sadness between the brows.She has a lonely and cold demeanor, but has big eyes that are as bright and innocent as a child.Even the smile is a bit lonely; as a boy, it is so beautiful that it is a bit dazzling.

Even after so many years, when I think of him, my heart still beats faster, full of beautiful and sad pictures.

It turned out that I really love him.It's always been him, it hasn't changed.

Yixi, admitted to himself.

The phone's ringtone rang.

Yixi didn't have time to think about it, but it was the boss calling.

On the phone, the boss urged him to come back quickly to deal with the most difficult matter in the hotel right now.

Hearing the anxious tone of the boss, Yixi knew that something big was going to happen at the hotel.