The moon comes to take pictures

After that day, Ning Ruichen seemed to be frightened. Yuan Junyu went to sit in the temple, and he rarely saw anyone, but the old abbot of the temple often came to sit and talk with him.Although Yuan Junyu didn't really believe in the Daoism of the Shi family, she would sit with the abbot for a while, and often left at sunset.

Seeing that Nanjing was getting colder every day, Yuan Junyu went down the mountain and ordered some winter clothes and quilts. By the time the things were brought up the mountain, it was already winter solstice.

When the weather was cold, people also became tired, so Yuan Jun Yu hurriedly cleaned up, cooked another bowl of birthday noodles, and ate it.Back then it was too urgent to escape, and the old eunuch couldn't remember the exact date, but only knew that he was born in winter. Yuan Junyu simply regarded the winter solstice as his birthday, and he thought it was a good omen.Coincidentally, Mingjing came to visit again at this time, carrying his imitation Nine Heavens Ring on his back, and knocked on the door twice.

"Have you practiced the fingering technique yesterday?" Yuan Junyu pushed the door open, and saw Mingjing standing at the door with a simple smile.

"Yuan Tanyue is really a strict teacher." Mingjing didn't enter the door, he breathed white while speaking, "It's cold on the mountain, the brothers in the temple asked me to come over and give you some things for the winter."

He glanced behind him, and at this moment two panting novice monks came over with some big things, they were both older than Mingjing, but they said: "Brother Mingjing, you are walking fast!"

"I'll report the letter first, so what if you walk slowly." Mingjing smiled and asked them to put down their things, and said: "Brothers are concerned about Yuan Tanyue. It can’t compare to the experience of the brothers and sisters who live in the mountains.”

"Ah?" A junior who came along muttered suspiciously: "Didn't that little junior ask you to send it off?"

Mingjing blinked, pretending not to hear.

Yuan Junyu didn't express his opinion, but said: "Thank you, masters, for me."

"polite--"

After Qingjing came, she still asked for some piano skills before leaving.The strings in the bamboo house never stopped, ethereal and ethereal, echoing in the quiet mountains.Yuan Junyu plucked lightly with her fingertips, the strings trembled like flowing springs splashing, she played the piano for a long time before pressing down on the strings, staring blankly at the quilt sent by the monk.

Ten days after the winter solstice, the first snow fell in Nanjing. The snow was so heavy in the mountains that the road was difficult to walk. Yuan Junyu stayed overnight at Lanquan Temple the night before, and was trapped in the temple this morning. He only waited for the road to be cleared before returning to his bamboo hut.

After eating the vegetarian meal in the morning, Yuan Junyu lit the stove and talked with the old abbot for two rounds. At the beginning of the round, he was very aggressive, but unfortunately he was defeated, and no one was left behind.The old abbot was bloated and wide, his eyes were in a line of laughter, and he put away the chess pieces: "I have accepted."

"The younger generation is not good at chess," Yuan Junyu waved his hand, "Master laughed."

The last one was put into the basket. The abbot opened the window and looked at the white snow outside: "I'm afraid the snow in front of the mountain gate will not be swept away for a while."

"The junior has no choice but to make fun of him again." Yuan Junyu set up his posture and planned to play another game of chess.

But the abbot laughed and shook his head again and again: "Forget it, please forgive me, old man, I am too old to sit still." The old abbot sat back by the stove, slowly rubbed his hands, "There are scripture lessons in the lecture hall, this time Son, it's time to start."

Yuan Junyu didn't like to listen to the scriptures, but whenever someone read a sentence or two, he immediately became dizzy and fainted, "Abbot, thank you, late student..." He pondered for a moment, but finally declined, "I can't sit still."

The abbot warmed himself up to the fire with a smile, but said nothing.

After getting along, Yuan Junyu found that the old abbot was different from those monks who loved to preach. The old abbot didn't like to talk about Zen.

Yuan Junyu sized him up, not quite believing that this was the abbot who talked about gods, gods, ghosts and ghosts back then. ...What is locked in the world of mortals? He doesn't believe such idiots.

Although he was disdainful in his heart, but after much deliberation, he finally asked: "Excuse me, Abbot..." Yuan Junyu hesitated, "Is there anything that can trap people in this world?"

Can a lock really trap a person's heart?

Hearing this, the old abbot smiled even deeper: "That depends on how sleepy you are."

The bell in the temple rang suddenly, and the snow on the corners of the eaves rustled for a while. There was no human voice or bird singing in the mountains. The snow-white world was originally a very pure place.

Yuan Junyu felt bored for a while, and said nonsense: "It's just...to keep people around."

The old abbot opened his eyes curiously: "Then, it's a matter of the government office."

"This junior doesn't mean that," Yuan Junyu quickly explained, "This junior is saying that if a friend insists on leaving, is there any way to persuade him?"

The old abbot asked, "Where is my friend going?"

"Where I can't go."

"Where is the place that cannot be reached?"

Yuan Junyu was silent for a while: "I can't see... I can't touch, the two hearts are separated, there is no sun and no moon."

The abbot laughed: "Is there such a place in the world?" He continued to shake his head: "Life is like a horse in a gap, a fire in a stone, and a body in a dream. What can be trapped is not an external object, but your own soul." Heart." The old abbot patted him on the shoulder, got up and left: "People's hearts are free, Tanyue is like this, the ground is a prison."

Yuan Junyu was puzzled: "But my heart with him is clearly..."

The abbot kept walking, and the voice came in a vague way: "It's just that the Zen opportunity has not arrived, so you can't say it clearly."

The words were soft, but in Yuan Junyu's ears, it was like a blow to the head, and it was enlightened for a while.He used to be contemptuous of gods and Buddhas, but now he hates that 33 layers of uninhabited land beyond the sky want to take away his love. All the dances, except for the pre-determined fate, are all caused by one heart.

It is the truth to know that the Buddha crossed people today.

Yuan Junyu stretched his brows, and made a long bow to Zhang Zhang's back.

Coming out of Lanquan Temple, Yuan Junyu packed up his burden, first went to Nanjing, and then went to Beijing to settle some mundane affairs and really let go of the heavy pressure of Uncle Loyalty.This journey took a whole month, and he counted the time and returned to Nanjing City before the year.

Chinese New Year is approaching, the city is crowded with people, drums are played and sang on the high platform in the market, men and women walk side by side on the road, rich and powerful families give candied jelly beans to the children outside, and the colorful clothes are clustered for a while, laughing and laughing.

He had no choice but to walk to the gate of Xizhou Garden, where he had already handed over to someone else, and saw a young monk of Huazhai standing there.The monk stood there for a long time, silently recited a scripture, and then left in a hurry.

Yuan Junyu returned to his bamboo house, cleaned it for half a day, and went to sit in the temple again.Mingjing told him that Ning Ruichen followed the abbot to the deep mountains to meditate and learn enlightenment years ago, and he would come back when he was thirty.Yuan Junyu didn't think about it, and stayed quietly in the temple for half a day before returning to the bamboo house.

The word love, it will come when conditions are ripe, but if you can't stay together, what's wrong with being here with him for the rest of your life?

On the night of thirty, the monks in the temple invited Yuan Junyu to celebrate the New Year.The sound of firecrackers at the bottom of the mountain was lively, and there were bright yellow and red flames everywhere. Yuan Junyu took an oil lamp and went to the main hall to set it up. After two bows, he sealed it with red paper The copper coins were distributed to the young children in the temple.

There was another one, which he held in his hand, not knowing what to do.

There were also quite a few pilgrims that night. Yuan Junyu went through the crowds to the stupa on the back mountain, walked aimlessly for a while, and sat on the low stone railing.

The sparks under the mountain were bright and full of jubilation.Yuan Junyu listened intently, and after a while, footsteps approached behind him.

"It's cold at night, sit for a while, tomorrow will be bad," a young boy's voice was as calm as water, "The kitchen brother cooked New Year's dinner in the dining hall, and it's opening right now, it's lively."

Ning Ruichen quietly sat beside him, seeing the crumpled red paper sealed in his hand: "For me?"

"Bring me a prize." Afraid that he would not want it, Yuan Junyu stuffed it into his palm, then stood up and walked a few steps away: "Next year you will be one year older, but there will be no more."

"it is good."

Yuan Junyu thought for a while, then walked back on her own: "Let's eat New Year's dinner."

Ning Ruichen followed him: "Okay."