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In the east of Zhuoyang County, there is an ancient temple that is not known how many years old. The name is arbitrary, and it is called Stone Temple.It is said that hundreds of years ago, there was an eminent monk who became a Buddha here, so the incense is quite strong.The temple is built on the mountain, and three ancient stone temples are scattered on the mountainside. There is a small river flowing around the temple gate like a streamer.

This is the third year that the little monk Yifu was sent up the mountain by his uncle. After this summer, he will be ten years old.Yifu's family name was An, and when he was born, his mother invited a teacher from the village to give him the name An Xu.His mother passed away, and he was adopted by his uncle's family, who took his uncle's surname and changed his name to Wei Xu.

Probably his temper was always slow, and the word "Xu" was particularly appropriate, and his uncle was too lazy to give him another name, so this name continued to call him until the day he went up the mountain.The reason for Yifu to go up the mountain is very simple. There are too many children in the family, and it will be impossible to support my uncle's blacksmith shop.At the end of the spring, the twin cousin fell to the ground, and he was led by his uncle to the host master, who took a look at it, and then gave the uncle 20 taels of silver.

The uncle put the money back into his pocket, and told the master master that our Wei Xu was born with a full and round head, and he was born to be a monk.

Yifu was ignorant, clutching at the corner of his uncle's clothes and thinking, it turns out that to be a monk you have to be round at first.

Then one day, a drunken man knocked on the mountain gate, sat down by the gate and wept bitterly, saying that he wanted to enter the temple to become a monk.Standing in the threshold, Yifu was very embarrassed, and said: "Your head is not born well, it is pointed, so you can't be a monk." He pointed to his own head, "You have to be as round as mine."

The drunk man stopped crying and looked at him for a while, ""

Then with the wine jar in his hand, he smashed a round head of a "able to be a monk".One year after entering the monastery, one needs to take precepts. Because of the cut on his head, the presiding master couldn't burn the precept scars on Yi Fu's head.The little monk Yifu thus became the most special one in the stone temple.He can memorize Buddhist scriptures well, and he can memorize them even after reading the content of Qin Yajie Qu.But he has no scars.

According to the old monk who cooked rice, even if a monk without a ring scar came before the Buddha, the Buddha would not recognize him.

But he has a meek temper, and he does everything slowly.The words of regret or ridicule from the fellow apprentices often have to be kept in his ears for several days before he cares about them. By the time he remembers to care about them, he has almost forgotten these words.

By accident, he established an open-minded image in front of everyone, who doesn't care about gains and losses.

Everyone feels that there is a gap in Yifu's heart, maybe one day he will return to the secular world and be able to do great things, and gradually stop using words to hurt him about the ring scar, and instead treat him with more love and care.

So Yifu lived a good life in the temple.

It wasn't until another batch of sallow and emaciated little boys were sent up the mountain, and the master asked him to take the crying juniors to resettlement, only then did Yifu realize that he had been sold by his uncle.He felt angry - his uncle took the property left to him by his mother, but he was unwilling to support him.But when he sat down to get angry, he found that he couldn't remember the day when his uncle sold him.Anyway, I lived a good life afterwards, as soon as Fu thought about it, the complaints and anger towards my uncle disappeared in an instant.

In the evening, Yifu was tidying up the school dormitory when a strong wind suddenly blew up outside the house, and the glowing sunset glow disappeared suddenly, as if there was going to be a heavy rain soon.He hurried over to close the window, and suddenly saw groups of birds on the opposite hill, which disappeared into the clouds in the blink of an eye.

"Yifu, why are you in a daze!" Brother T tapped his head with a prayer wheel, and told him to move the table by the window to the middle of the room to avoid being splashed by the rain.

"Senior brother, I saw a glowing bird," Yifu pointed to the boundless mountain and turned back? : "The multicolored light disappears in a blink of an eye."

The senior brother leaned over to the window and looked in the direction he was pointing at, slapped the window side hard and let out a groan, "It's incredible! Your eyes can shine like ink, and you will surely become a god in the near future."

"..." Yifu was speechless, and said seriously: "I really saw it."

"Okay, okay, you'll see it when you see it." The brother pulled down the window and pushed him into the house, "Clean up quickly, there will be no food in the dinner hall."

Yifu glanced at the closed window, and asked him while sweeping the dust on the table: "Brother, what bird has colorful feathers?"

The brother closed his eyes and said "Amitabha", "It must be a bird that has become a spirit."

Yifu didn't know much about spirits, ghosts and gods, so he looked at him suspiciously.

The brother said in a hurry: "There are colorful lights on the body, can it be a serious bird... Why is the window open, it is really windy outside, remember to take something to cover when you leave."

The rain fell quickly, accompanied by filamentary lightning flashes in the sky.By the time Yifu finished cleaning the dormitory, it was already dark, and there would be no food in the dining hall.Fortunately, there were two white steamed buns left during lunch, so it would be a meal.

Sitting by the threshold and waiting for the rain to stop, Yifu suddenly thought of the bird that just leaped out of the clouds.He held his chin and recalled—it was really a bird, with colorful, glowing feathers.

It was dark again, and the rain finally stopped.Standing up on tiptoe, he pulled the bolt over the door, slowly closed the two heavy thick wood carved doors, and bolted the lock.When he turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly saw a blue leather picture book lying under the eaves.

I don't know who left it carelessly, Yifu walked over to pick up the book and opened it casually.I saw a colorful bird painted on most of the page. It has a high head and an elegant figure.The most important thing is that its feathers are colorful and glowing.

"The phoenix flies, and the birds follow." Yifu vaguely recognized the handwriting on the corner of the page by the dim light from the eaves.When he bowed his head to read, his brows and eyes were in the shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly. Only the unusually straight bridge of the nose had a clear silhouette, like a painting outlined by flowing ink.

He put the book in his arms and threw himself into the hazy night.

He forgot about it the next day.

Until the evening of the third day, he met his brother on the road, and ran up happily, "Brother, there really is a colorful bird, and it's called Phoenix."

"Why are you still thinking about it?" The brother said angrily, "The heavy rain the day before yesterday collapsed the Buddhist hall on the back mountain, and the master asked us to repair it. In one and a half months, it will be the Buddha's birthday. There will be pilgrims going to the mountain to fast, so we must not miss it." event."

Yifu responded, "I'll be there in a while."

The brother yelled solemnly: "Go now! You don't know when you are procrastinating!"

Yifu followed behind and covered his ears and muttered: "Okay, okay, let's go now."

There are three main halls in the Stone Temple, the main hall is at the front, one is a little far to the left of the main hall, and the last one is hidden in the dense forest.When the weather is good, standing in front of the main hall, you can see the towering spire.The mountain is smoky all year round, and most of the time nothing can be seen.

This place is far away from the main hall, so few people usually come here.The room on this side will only be used when there are too many pilgrims to fit in the main hall and side halls.The trees on the road are dense and the grass is deep, and it is difficult for the sun to shine in, so it is always humid.In front of the gate of the temple, the leaves hanging over the head are gone.Yifu stood with a pannier on his back, his shadow slantingly imprinted on the vermilion lacquered gate.

The Buddhist hall is very dilapidated, because it is an old house, most of the stones used in the construction are weathered, and a thin crisp shell is formed on the surface, which turns into muddy water when it rains, and cannot withstand strong winds.It rained heavily the night before, and the entire western wall collapsed.

Yifu and his brother first moved the Buddha statues and incense tables out of the house, and cleaned up the collapsed ruins before starting to repair them.The senior brother wanted to treat the guests for the master, and he had to greet the pilgrims who came in the mountains, and he left after a while, leaving Yifu to do things alone.

He needs to pick up broken stones by the stream and carry them back, and then mix the stones with the clay dug from the mountain to use as cement for repairing the courtyard wall.

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After walking back and forth three times from the stream to the Buddhist hall, Yifu finally realized something was wrong.He grabbed the extra length of the back rope of the pannier with both hands, and stared blankly at the ground.

The ground where there were only weeds was covered with gravel, scattered all over the road, as if it had leaked from the back basket.That's why he thought it was not an illusion that the number of stones poured out of the basket had decreased.

Yifu poured out the stones in the back basket, turned the bottom upside down, and carefully pressed it inch by inch with his hands, but he didn't find any hidden holes.

Sitting on the ground, he felt a little melancholy, and he was so worried that the sun went down.

Yi Fu glanced at the stone beside him, so that the senior brother will definitely nag him again when he sees it tomorrow.He sighed, put on the basket again and walked to the stream.

The sunset glow in the mountains is very beautiful, and the bright red cloud seems to be burning in front of my eyes.Yifu carefully scoured out the fine stones in the shallow water, and put them in the basket by the handfuls.This time he pretended so much that he almost spilled out.He couldn't carry it on his back, so he could only drag the back rope a little bit towards the Buddhist hall.This time the stones did not leak at all. He was sweating profusely after dragging a basket full of stones back, but he stopped when he entered the house.

The afterglow of the sunset slanted in from the collapsed west wall, and he saw a child about his stature sitting in the orange circle of light, holding stones in his hand, throwing them into the grass one by one to play.

Yifu looked down at the basket, hesitated for a moment before walking over, "Don't throw my stones."

The child was about to throw the stone in his hand, when he paused when he heard his words, he turned his face to look at Yifu: "Is it your stone, it's obviously on the ground."

For a moment, the child was wearing a beautifully colored dress, like the color of a snow-green chrysanthemum that had just budded after the rain. His hair was tied up high, and there was a bit of sharp heroism in his cuteness.Maybe it's because Yifu is used to seeing the little bald head in the mountains, he thinks the child looks very good-looking.Especially the eyes, which are very big and watery, and the dark pupils are like black jade inlaid in a clear pool.

The child got up and patted the dust on his hands, "What's your name?"

"Yifu." He thought for a while, and added: "Its life is like floating."

"Yifu." The child whispered twice, "It doesn't sound good."

Yifu paused, and said again: "My name used to be An Xu."

The child still shook his head, and his face became a little impatient, "It doesn't sound good." He looked at the pannier behind Yifu, then raised his head and asked him, "Why is it called An Xu before?"

Yifu scratched his head, only to find that there were two blisters on the palm of his hand from the wear of the back rope. He rubbed his hands and said, "Yifu is my name, and it was given by the master. An Xu is my name, and it was my mother who found it." People took it."

"Where's your mother?"

"I got an incurable disease and died." In Shitou Temple, no one has ever asked about Yifu's past, and his daily life with his brothers and sisters is nothing more than doing work in the temple, fighting with them for food, and reading scriptures, reciting scriptures and meditating in free time Participate in Zen.Life was fulfilling, but also boring.

I don't hate everything about Stone Temple, but I don't really like it either.Every day is the same scene, meeting the same group of people, walking the same road, eating the same taste of vegetarian food, and suddenly meeting a child with long hair one day feels strange.

The child was silent for a while, looked at him and asked, "You were not born in a monastery, why did you come here, why did you become a monk, is it good to be a monk?"

He spoke the last sentence very lightly, so lightly that he even felt that he was not talking to himself.

"Being a monk has something to eat." Yifu said, "I was sold to the mountains by my uncle. He said that I had a round head and was born to be a monk."

The child didn't seem to listen to him, he looked at himself silently, and then looked away after a while.After a long time he heard the child's voice: "I used to know a monk, he was very bad and deceitful." The child's eyes fell back again, and he suddenly felt that he was looking at himself, but it didn't look like he was looking at himself, "I Hate monks."

Yifu stroked the blisters in his palm, and for some reason suddenly felt that the child's eyes were a bit pitiful.He looked at the child and said in a strange way: "I'm not lying, I'm fine."

There seemed to be a fleeting smile on the corner of the child's mouth, and it was as if spring water stirred up waves in Yifu's heart, "What's your name? Do you live at the foot of the mountain?"

The child glanced at him, with an incomprehensible emotion in his eyes, and did not answer Yifu.

He didn't seem to be in a good mood, Yifu thought to himself, when he was in a bad mood, he often didn't like to talk.

The child was silent for a long time, and he glanced at the dark sky, thinking whether to remind him to go home early as it was getting dark.

At this moment, he heard the child say slowly: "My name is Yaobai."