[Jianwang III] Yellow sand is far above the sky

The night was already deep, and the feeling of emptiness and silence floated up again.The lampshade of the green lamp covered the flickering candlelight, and the flickering light seemed to be celebrating the rest of the life after the catastrophe.But Li Mi seemed to have forgotten the moment of life and death not long ago, and was still holding the scroll calmly at this moment.From time to time, I put the scroll under the lamp to take a closer look, and then meditate for a while.Or pick up an ancient porcelain teacup from the table to moisten your mouth and throat lightly.

After a long time, Li Mi closed the scroll and squeezed his brows a few times, then looked up at Nan Gongmeng, who seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed and meditating, on the opposite side of the tea table: "What is Master thinking?"

Nangong Meng opened her eyes in a daze like a dream, looked at Li Mi, and then thought for a while: "What are you thinking?"

Li Mi pursed her lips and smiled: "Shouldn't the master answer me first?"

Nangong Meng scratched her head, and said helplessly: "What monks see is emptiness, so naturally what they think is emptiness."

Li Mi lifted the lampshade with a smile, and the room became much brighter in an instant: "I thought the master was thinking of Buddha, but I didn't expect the master to have all the four elements empty, but I am narrow-minded. But since everything is empty, why does the master ask me? Isn't it a sign?" ?”

Nangong Meng looked at Li Mi fiddled with the wick with a hairpin: "What is appearance? The appearance of life, the appearance of all living beings, are all appearances. If you are afraid of appearances, you will look at appearances. Since the principles of Buddhism are all empty, why do you care about what he does?" ?”

Li Mi was a little surprised: "Master, isn't he afraid of the Buddha's blame for his contempt for the Buddhist scriptures?"

"Buddha?" Nangong Meng seemed to sneer slightly: "If I become a Buddha, I will have perfect merits and virtues. How can I blame it? If I can't become a Buddha, I have no destiny with him. How can I blame him?"

Li Bi was thoughtful, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.Looking up suddenly, she found Nangong Meng standing up, picking up a package from the edge of the chair and carrying it behind her back, she couldn't help asking in surprise, "Master is leaving?"

Nangong Meng turned her head and saluted Li Biheshi: "I was entrusted by others to come to help, this is the beginning of the fate, and the dust has settled, it is the end of the fate. Now I am entrusted again, this is no longer a monk, I should intervene again gone."

"Master, stop." Li Mi raised his hand and poured a cup of tea, holding it in front of Nangong Meng: "Thank you for your help today, Master, but Master is free and has other important things to do, so I can't stay longer. This is in Chang'an Ask Mr. Lu Yu for roasted tea, a cup of shallow water, but thank you."

Nangong Meng shook her head and did not go to pick up Li Mi's tea. She suddenly raised her finger and pointed to the shadowy trees outside the window: "Please look, benefactor, whether it is tea or leaves, they are all leaves. Tea leaves are roasted and baked. The leaves withered and rotted in the mud, you say, what is the nobleness of the two? Is it the praise of people who have gone through hundreds of kalpas, or is it spontaneously born from the dust and returned to the soil? If you were a leaf, what would you do?"

Li was tongue-tied, and was about to answer, when he heard a compassionate and gentle female voice coming from outside the door: "The king's envoy sees Zhuangzi, and Zi Guangui told the envoy that he would rather leave his bones after death to be expensive than live in muddy water." Is it over?"

"A child is not a fish, how do you know the joy of a fish." Li Bi's expression was calm, and he was elegant and refined: "Realist Qingxu is still in the mood to go out at such a late hour?"

Li Mi opened the door, revealing a figure of Ruiyingyingtingli.Yu Rui nodded to the two of them, and looked at Nangong Meng: "You are young, but you are close to enlightenment. It is really the luck of Zen Buddhism that Master Xuan Mie has inherited the mantle."

Nangong Meng tied the burden firmly on her back, and then calmly put on the bamboo hat: "People have eight sufferings: birth, old age, sickness, death, parting from love, resentment and hatred, not being able to ask for it, and the sufferings of the five Yins. The karma arises on its own. It’s like hell if you get stuck in it. The monk doesn’t want to become a Buddha, but he’s getting closer to the Buddha.”

Yu Rui looked at Nangong Meng with a slight smile, and sighed softly: "If there is a person who has experienced all kinds of hardships and fell into a demonic state of self-imprisonment, can the master give some advice?"

"It's easy to get over others, but heart disease needs medicine." Nangong Meng looked at Yu Rui silently and shook her head: "That person once said that I have no thoughts, but in fact, I also understand that the so-called clear heart is because It was originally empty. Master told me, if you don’t pick it up, it’s easy to put it down.”

Yu Rui nodded, then looked at Nangong Meng: "You see it better than your senior brother."

"Senior brother is not unable to see through, but he still made the same choice after seeing through." Nangong Meng smiled bitterly: "If I guessed correctly, senior brother has gone through eight hardships, and I am afraid that he has cultivated the heart sword to reach the state of 'Nixie'. Mo If it’s me, it’s hard to persuade even the real person.”

Li Mi listened to the two people's questions and answers. Although he was extremely smart, he could only be at a loss if he didn't know the root cause.He turned his head and met Yu Rui's eyes, and there was a trace of regret and sadness in those compassionate eyes.

"A journey, no matter how far or near, begins with a single step. No matter how big or small your merits are, they are due to you." Nangong Meng saluted again: "I came from the world of mortals, and I should go to the world of mortals. Nanping Mountain is thousands of miles away from here, so I dare not do more." Delay, so farewell."

It didn't mean that Rui and Li Mi reacted, Nangong Meng turned around and walked down the mountain.Yu Rui looked at the gradually disappearing figure, then turned his head to look at Li Mi and sighed softly: "It's a good one who comes from the world of mortals and goes to the world of mortals. The incense of Shimen Zen has been passed down endlessly. False."

"Is there anything the real person wants from me?" Li Mi turned to the inside of the door, and bowed respectfully to Yu Rui.

Yu Rui looked at the pink-carved and jade-like young man, corresponding to the mature and respectful appearance that did not match his age, and couldn't help smiling: "Mr. Li, you are welcome. I came here. One of you suffered this catastrophe in Chunyang for your son. I’m here to apologize, the two of you have been entrusted by someone to talk about some Taoist essentials for you brazenly.”

Li Mi leaned over and made a gesture of invitation, while gently holding his sleeve, he carefully poured a cup of tea for Yu Rui.Yu Rui thanked him and took the teacup from Li Mi's hand, Yingying sat on the chair.It's obviously a random movement, but it looks strangely dignified and natural, which makes people feel ashamed and look up.

"It turns out that you don't sleep late at night, you are working hard." Holding the tea, Yu Rui glanced lightly at the book on the table.

"It's not really hard work, but I just want to understand some doubts." Li Mi sat on the stool and poured a cup of tea for himself: "This scroll is about Tianluo's past events, and Mr. Mo would have spent too much time thinking about it." It took a lot of work to put it all together.”

Yu Rui didn't say a word, just moistened his lips with tea, and then looked at Li Bi quietly.

"Tianluo was born out of the Tang Sect, and it has gone through several generations. Jing Baiyi, who assassinated me just now, is the suzerain of this generation." Li Mi pushed the scroll to the middle of the table, looked up at Yu Rui, and continued to talk: "Jing Baiyi is a disciple with a different surname from the Tang Sect. Originally, he could only learn the superficial techniques of concealed weapons. However, he was so talented that he managed to comprehend the Tao on his own. In the past few years, the technique of concealing hidden weapons and poisons has surpassed his peers. As soon as it came, it violated the taboo of the Tang Sect."

Yu Rui nodded lightly: "Tang Aotian is certainly a hero of the generation, but compared to his father, Tang Jian, the leader of the Tang Dynasty, he is far less broad-minded. Rejecting the opposite sex in order to seek the glory of the Tang family, the Tang clan's reputation is hard to revive is also their own fault. "

"The real person really has insight into the world. Jing Baiyi couldn't gain a foothold in the Tang Sect, so he left Bashu to travel in the south of the Yangtze River. Astoundingly talented but depressed, Jing Baiyi took a boat and floated on the Slender West Lake to get drunk all day long." Li Mi pointed Rhythmic tapping on the co-authored book: "One day, there was a lot of noise on the painting boat, and the hangover Jing Baiyi walked out of the warm cabin in a daze. She had to wake up because she wanted to see what the noise was. Looking up, I was indeed dazzled by a water-red dance dress, and the complaints and anger in my heart disappeared in an instant."

"Miss Huangfu is gentle and beautiful, with great literary talent and superb dancing skills. She is not only relied on by Qixiufang, but even His Royal Highness is said to be quite moved. She was young at that time, so she must have been of a different kind of beauty." Yu Rui gently held the teacup Sigh: "Zen said that everything has a cause and an effect, presumably these two people are the cause of everything."

"The encounter between these two people is indeed the beginning of a thousand threads, but the real origin should fall on the other person in the painting boat at that time.".

Li Mi paused, took a sip of tea, and looked at the dancing candlelight with clear eyes.That soft light is certainly warm, but isn't that kind of gorgeous and gentleness the culprit of trapping and killing moths?

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