Demon folding

The front hall is brightly lit.

All the monks and masters in the temple stood up in their robes, and sat cross-legged in the entire hall, pinching the corners of their lips attentively, and chanting the low-pitched rebirth mantra endlessly.

It's like a solemn and solemn Buddha floating in the world, the real compassion of entering the world is far away from the detachment and indifference of leaving the world.

I stood blankly in the midst of the Buddha's presence in the world, abruptly like a wandering soul who could not be reincarnated, and I was at a loss as to sweep the mourning that I didn't know when to worship in the temple, until I touched the thin body that hadn't been closed yet. , Only then did he feel the horror of leaving his soul suddenly.

Am I coming to the wrong place?

Thunder exploded, the slanted rain curtain was muddy and muddy, and the lights flickered for a while.

In the illusion of ups and downs of light and shadow, the long hemp skirt hangs down from the top of the beam, turbulent like a ghostly shadow on a rainy and windy summer night, trembling with endless sorrow.

Fang Shi glanced over these, Lengshu trembled over his body, his ears buzzed and fell to the soles of his feet, and then he wanted to move.

I leaned unsteadily against the side wall, my empty heart couldn't contain anything, all my soul was pulled away from my forehead and back, and I couldn't pull it back.

Rolling his eyes coldly, he really regarded himself as a heartless ghost, coldly wanting to search for something, as if only by searching for some kind of sustenance, can he cling to the hell that has changed forever.

When I saw Mr.'s silhouette and back, I was delighted at first, but then I was puzzled because I didn't know him.

He sat on the ground in a casual shape, with his spread legs encircling a clay basin, and the muffled buzzing sound of his hands beating it was particularly incompatible with the solemn and mournful chanting of the death curse.

What I saw in front of my eyes was him singing with his neck up, his free and easy joy, clearly, the thin coffin of his wife was next to him.

The picture of life and death being close is so clear and distinct, how could he still sing like usual?

When he picked me up from the palace, he was intentionally taking me away without returning. When he is happy and unrestrained, it is human instinct to be happy. I can understand the first of these, and then I can understand the second, but even if I don't interact with his family His indifferent heart was filled with deep sorrow at this moment, how could he still be as if he had nothing to worry about, singing and singing without any sorrow?

Does he really not care?

Could it be that one day, when I die like this, my father and king will be as happy and happy as my husband?

For five years in Mengcheng Temple, I have learned Buddhist principles and learned from my master. Even though my nature is so indifferent, I am always worried that my father will come to pick me up. Existence, how could it ever make the supreme king think about it?Even if I really die, I am afraid that I will behave like my husband, doing things for my own pleasure, so I won't look at me more.

I can't let go of my thoughts, but my husband always comforted me tirelessly. He said that everything is natural, all phenomena are natural, communication is natural, existence is natural, life and death are natural, and it is natural to want me.But he writes short notes, teaches me, talks to me, and plays games with me. I can't believe that he is such a calm and easy person. How can I believe that he cares about me? nature?

In the face of the present situation, I believe it after all.

"You shouldn't!"

The astringent voice scolded angrily, and I don't know if it was talking about his singing, or saying that my own thoughts are hard to let go.

He turned his head, was slightly taken aback, and then smiled with eyebrows drawn together, just like when he was singing in the palace.

It's just that he is already a little old, and his eyes that are no longer as clear as before are also chaotic and deep, and the corners of his lips are wrinkled and deep, revealing many strange shadows and dark lights.

As in the past, the sour pain is hard to get rid of, and I almost choked up in grief.

"Master and sir, you have been husband and wife for many years, sharing the same bed and raising a son for you. Now you are old and dead. You don't care if you don't cry, but you actually knock on the basin and sing, don't you realize that you are doing it yourself?" Is it too much?"

"The sorrow of the heart is chaos, and the sorrow of the body is also chaos."

A slight disappointment flashed in the corner of his eyes, and he said nothing, he slapped the earthen basin and laughed loudly, with a high-pitched voice that was louder and more earnest than before.

The dull sound of the urn hit the heart, making the laughter especially harsh.The nerves in my ears were burning, my head was throbbing like it was about to split open, the tight heartstrings had already burst, how could I think of anything else to refute his words.

"I am also a human being. How can there be an exception in the face of life and death?"

Hearing his sudden change of words, I was born with hope and joy, but if I continue to listen, my heart will gradually become cold.

"Just look at the beginning and there is no life, it is not life but it is formless, it is not formless and there is no energy. The world is boundless and there is nothing, she was born to be human, and she will die and have nothing. Now it returns to the beginning. It is one. It's a matter of principle. If I feel sad because of her death and fell into confusion, but I can't understand the truth and fall into chaos, so I don't rejoice that she escapes the shackles of life and death. Wouldn't it be contrary to the nature of nature? Singing off, thanking her for taking care of my needs in life, and fulfilling her wish of being born with it, thinking about it, if she can understand my heart, she will also be happy that I treat her like this."

After saying that, he turned around and sang again, posing a casual attitude that no one could persuade.

He always has his reasons, sophistry makes me feel at a loss, and the strong sense of helplessness comes and goes in my heart, so that I can no longer look directly at him.

Turning his eyes away, the ordinary but gentle and smiling woman born in the coffin was lying alone, the coarse blue dress was full of white edges worn by the years, her hands were clasped on her chest, and her fingertips pinched a flower. Very scattered lotus prints.The finger bones are stiff after death, and the lotus seal is no longer as natural as before.

She believes in Buddhism, but her husband doesn't.

Believe in yourself, sir.

Believe in yourself, so you don't want to entrust your fate to others. Even if you are famous, you never have anything to do with the reputation of power and politics. You are so tired that you can't even cover your body with new clothes after death.

I think she took good care of me, but now there is only a cold and pale face, so strange that I dare not look at her, and the sorrow surges to follow, pulling me into the depths of the cold pool, and I can't struggle to fall. sit down.

I was really in the cold and dark bottom of the pool, looking up unwillingly, the faint light from the water surface swayed slightly, like some hope, let me feel that there is no reason for him to come, there is always some It's wrong, but I just can't figure out where it is wrong.

The room was full of solemnity, the collision between his singing and the mantra of the past life became more and more irreversible, and something happened in my heart without a trace, which made me clear for a while and fell into desolation for a while. I don't know, I don't know what to think, I don't know what to think.

Heavy rain, I don't know when it stopped.

A little bit of water hangs on the eaves of the rain, and the fall is still unfinished. Once the wind passes, I can't stand the last lingering, stretching my body and finally falling, breaking the first-order rain.

More and more people came and went to express their condolences, stepping on the steps to and fro, all of them came in surprise and left with a sigh.

I was a little sober, and I realized that it was inconvenient for a woman to thank the hall, and it was indecent to sit in the hall, so I got up and went to the backyard to hide, but unexpectedly there was a long call from outside the courtyard.

"Your Majesty has an order to summon Princess Xia."

I froze in place, followed by a wry smile.

I have been anxious for many years, but it is finally here.

I don’t know whether it was because of the indifference of Buddhism after five years in the temple, or whether my husband’s presence or absence of nature has already been thoroughly understood, or whether it was the alternation of life and death in the room, which finally made me let go of the long-standing anxiety at this moment.

Between gains and losses, my heart was extraordinarily peaceful.

I can't help but think that what is gained and what is lost is nothing more than nothing after death. Except for a physical body buried in the ground, what people think is there, and what no one thinks, is really gone.

All the scruples in my life were all dreams, if I can wake up, or like me at this time, I should never want to do such sober obsessions again.

Turn around slowly, and as far as the eye can see, everyone is kneeling, only he hits the bowl and sings continuously, the summoned soldier in black glared at him angrily. Pull it out.

I was panicked, fearing that he would blame me for it, so I hurried forward to accept the order.

When I boarded the car, the scene of leaving the palace in the early years flashed before my eyes, and the unexpected feeling of overlapping made me recall the past several times.

In the spirit hall, the thick hemp belt was still blowing in the wind, rising and falling to cover half of his body, he shook his head as he sang, and didn't intend to turn his eyes to see me off.

That's right, the death of his teacher's wife made him sing so clearly, so what is my departure?

Standing there in a daze, I don't know if it's because I'm unwilling to wait for him to conceive me, or because I don't want to prove that I am no one after all.

The light rain came again and again, and when it hit the eyelashes, there was a cold mist. I felt in a trance that I had never been in the temple for five years, and this man had never been to Qingling Terrace. He and I had never met before. In the future, we will never meet again.

Realizing this delusion, I shivered. The light rain in summer was like heavy snow in winter, and my whole body was terribly cold. I couldn’t think about it any more. I knelt down on the steps in front of the door, regardless of the mud. .

"Zhexia, farewell to Mr. and his wife, and all the masters of Mengcheng Temple."

My original name was Xia. When I entered the monastery, my husband and I changed our name to Zhe.

Taking the meaning of premature death, it also means autumn, winter, spring and summer, whether there is a past.

If there is summer, it is for summer; if there is no summer, it is for folding.

After eight years of desolate human feelings in Qinglingtai Li Palace, and five years of listening to scriptures and chanting Buddha in Mengcheng Temple, my heart became more and more indifferent when I heard that Mr. There is no trace of the broken wind unloading the ground.

Been here, never been here.

Now I will return to the palace, with or without, it seems like a new life, seems to be abandoned, the son is Zhe Xia, it is really suitable.

Zizhe Xia.

The son inherits from my father, Xia inherits from my mother, folded characters, just like the father and king treated his mother back then.

A good time was broken, and a lifetime of deceit and sorrow was lost.

A word of goodbye is just a farewell, a fate is just a fate.

I have no power or power, I can't do anything in return, and I can't promise any dignitaries, and people will eventually die, and I can't rashly expect them to be safe for a hundred years.

Whether the wish is there or not, fulfilling the wish with others is just a big joke.

I also understand that my husband and the master monk are not expecting anything in return, so a quiet farewell is what they wish, and it is all I can give.

With me, what remains is only the memory outline they left in my heart, and the principles of daily teaching. If I can make good use of one or two in the future, it can be considered to be able to spread their thinking. If I can’t use it, it’s just me Think about it.

Anyway, I took advantage of it.

With them, whether they miss me or not, I don't know what kind of me they miss. Although I have expectations in my heart, after all, I was wiped out in the indifference that my husband resolutely ignored.

After driving for several days, apart from dozens of soldiers with long halberds, there was only one thin maid who served me daily.

I'm indifferent, and I'm used to seeing these people's appearances, so I sat in the car and watched the scriptures and read. Even if the soldiers are tired and lazy, I will let their leaders deal with it by themselves.On the contrary, the little palace lady often stole my food, as if she never had enough to eat, so I observed her carefully for a few days, and the road was not boring.

She doesn't dress very neatly, and her habits don't have any rules at all, I'm afraid she's just caught in the way.

I felt sorry for her frailty, and took her stealing food as nothing. Those who are not used to speaking didn't give her any possibility to speak behind the scenes, and even those who came and went, never asked her name.

Thinking of going back to the palace, she is so vulgar, and the aunt in charge is always strict, so it's a good thing that she can't stay to serve her.When she realized it, she didn't want to ask any more, because she was afraid that if she left in the future, she would only feel sad in vain.

Why bother.

When the car stopped, I opened the window with hope in my heart. I was facing the familiar Xiapi city gate. After thinking about it for a while, I didn’t have any idea, so I called a soldier in black clothes to come up to me for questioning.

"Aren't you going back to Shangqiu?"

That soldier was young, he should feel that his status was humble, and he was caught and questioned suddenly because of me, his immature and dark skin immediately flushed with excitement.

He was shy in secret, when he heard my words about Shangqiu, his face turned pale in an instant, and the darkness faded to clean, he trembled his lips in fear and said, "Your Majesty drove to Xiapi, but the princess was not found in the palace, under reprimand, Fang Princess Zhi has been in Mengcheng Temple for five years"

He made a big salute, changed his tone sonorously, and said loudly as if asking for credit, "Princess, you have suffered! Your Majesty immediately ordered us to find the princess and return to the palace after hearing about it. It even chopped off the violent corpses at the south gate, and gave you the evil spirit that has been humiliated for many years!"

I was amazed at how quickly his expression changed, as if he had put on someone else's face, trembling uncontrollably.

At the beginning, it was the secret shyness of asking for me, then the fear and horror when hearing about Shangqiu, and finally the uncontrollable excitement of pity for my suffering and the death penalty for the person who hurt me.

I just stared at his changing face in panic and desolation, and I couldn't help but forget to move my eyes.

"Princess, what's wrong with my servant? Do you want to watch like this?"

In his excitement, he finally realized that I was still looking at him. He stretched out his hand and touched his face left and right before he looked back at a surprised face.

I shook my head, trying to stay calm while suppressing my panic, "It's nothing."

She closed the window, half pushed it up when it was about to fall, looked up at him for a moment, and said softly, "Thank you, worry about me."

He smiled shyly, all the panic faded away, and the murderous aura of the armor also dissipated a lot, as if he was really just a young boy in his teens.

I was already horrified when I heard him talk about the brutal killings in the Li Palace. The calm indifference was just pretending to be calm. When the window was completely closed, my fingertips were already trembling with cold.

Is the aunt in charge dead too...

I was very close to that person when I was young, but now, am I the one who harmed her?

She warned me!

Why should I go... why should I go!

Covering his face, the scorching heat overflowed his palm.

There must have been something terrible happened in Shangqiu, not only made the father and king come to Xiapi suddenly, but also made the soldier unable to suppress the fear and fear in his heart.

His father's brutal behavior had caused the common people to panic since he left Qingling Terrace that year, but in just a few years, all the princes in the world could not avoid the fear and criticized him a lot.

Someone mentioned this when they visited Mr. early on. They expressed that they were very worried that the atrocities and looting of the father would bring disaster to the world. Regardless of safety, they frankly stated in front of Mr. that they hoped that all countries would unite to attack the Song Dynasty.

Fortunately, my husband was free and easy, and ignored that person, that person was bored, disheveled and never said goodbye, and left Mengcheng Temple at night.

Now that I think about it, my father suddenly left Shangqiu and went to Xiapi. Could it be that the attack on the Song Dynasty has already happened?

I didn't know what to think, and my heart was full of panic.

On the one hand, he is the relative I value most in this world, the person I miss the most except my mother in the huge and deserted palace since I was a child.On the one hand, he is also known as the "Jie Song" by the people of the world, the king of tyrants whom the people of the world criticize and criticize.

Nowadays, a tragedy of leaving the palace is caused by me, if it is known that I left the palace to cause the disaster, will I also become the villainous person in everyone's mouth?

Even though my mind has been indifferent for many years, up to this moment, there is no calmness at all, and I slid against the carriage like a sieve and couldn't stop sliding down.