Peacock

After going up the mountain, we seem to be completely blurred out the concept of time.

The red bayberry wine that Tangling soaked in the window had already started to show a rose red shadow, but the small pumpkin seeds I buried outside the meditation room did not sprout new shoots.

One day I was sent to the foot of the mountain to pick up tools. Looking back on the motorcycle, I suddenly saw red maples all over the mountains and plains in the west. There was an overdrawn vitality. At this time, I rekindled my awareness of time for a very short time.

On the way back, I really wanted to take a detour to Fenglin to take a look, but before I left, Tang Ling emphasized that I was on a high-level job this trip, and the things in the package were not cheap. If I lost them, I would face serious problems. The only chance is to be sold to a free country as a duckling.

I really wanted to see what could be equivalent to the truth, so I followed Tang Ling all day, trying to witness the first scene of unpacking.

In normal days, Tang Ling's behavior is casual to loose, which may be the reason why I feel very itchy every time I see him focus on work.

I tried to talk to him, but he didn't respond very often, even less often than usual. Gradually, I no longer insisted on expressing my feelings through words, and just hugged him like this.

But in fact, at some subtle moments, I also want to say to Tang Ling, hey, you know, Yu Zhen is not born with so many words.

Tangling chiseled the fine blank of Guanyin's severed hand at the back of the hall, and the hammer made a soft sound like drizzle, and when the raindrops fell, they could split long winds, and the boxwood chips were carried by these winds and started to fly together.

I suddenly remembered that I was confused and crazy during those days in New Jersey. That kind of madness does not mean how traitorous the behavior is, but that the brain has lost the order it should follow.At that time, the principle of "becoming a docile and normal creature" in my heart hadn't been completely destroyed, so sometimes when I had a whim, I would still fight against this restless madness. Force myself to sleep, after all, the reactionary person in the dream is in the truth, and has nothing to do with me.

But how can I sleep well?So I did a lot of searching on the Internet, and finally found that there are only two ways that really work for me: listening to the sampled sound that resembles falling rain, and touching another creature that is warm but not noisy.

So I just fell asleep on Tangling's back.

But when I woke up, I found that I had been put on a small futon bed.

I got up in a daze, and went around to the back of the hall to find Tang Ling, and happened to meet him coming back after washing his hands.

I smiled smugly: "You also know that your bones will hurt people?"

Tang Ling turned slightly towards me calmly, pointing to a large dark patch on her shoulder.

"I never drool in my sleep!"

Tang Ling didn't answer, but pinched my cheeks with her wet hands, "Where do you put the things you brought back?"

With a heartbeat, the villain in my heart has already started to dance to the disco. Finally, I have waited for such a moment!

In just two blinks, I had already appeared in front of Tang Ling with the package, as if it was me who was about to be torn apart, not the brown box.

However, the package contained only some mineral pigments, among which the amount of azurite green was obviously more.

Tang Ling pointed to the half-human tall statue that had been moved to the back of the hall, and explained that it was because he could only repaint the statue of the Peacock King Ming now.

Since Hai Zhan contacted the local Bureau of Cultural Relics Restoration, because of a "non-professional" reason, the items listed in their original plan were almost completely rejected, and only some insignificant items were approved: the general facilities in the temple Weixie, the remodeling of the broken hand of Guanyin, which has been collapsed, and the repainting of the statue of the Peacock Mingwang in the Jialan Temple.

It seemed that she was about to start work. Tangling went to the meditation room to find tools, leaving me alone in the hall staring at the statue of King Ming in a daze. After a while, Hai Zhan also came in when passing by, and finally we were side by side in a daze.

This peacock Mingwang statue has become mottled, with four arms holding a lotus flower on the left and a sparrow feather on the right.The Buddha statue is not small, it has to be as tall as me, with exquisite craftsmanship, and the peacock tail feathers covered are lifelike.

He curved his eyebrows and curled his lips. I tried to follow the world and describe it as kind-hearted, but in fact I only noticed some evil spirits, and felt that he seemed to be laughing at me as an idiot.

Seeing my silence, Hai Zhan said with emotion: "You are less than a benefactor, you must have realized something."

"Don't you think this Buddha statue is different from other Buddha statues in Sheye Temple?" I thought for a while, "It's too fancy."

"Sheye Temple is an ancient temple, so it used to be not as lonely as it is today. You think this Buddha statue is different because those enshrining Peacock King Ming generally belong to Tantric Buddhism, so it is rare to see it in China. Most of this statue was brought by Japanese Tantric missionary envoys. here."

Realizing that the nagging storm was coming again, I closed my eyes in despair: "Hai Zhan, I want to drink."

"This tantra, the poor monk doesn't think their ideas are bad, as the saying goes..."

"Hai Zhan, I still want to eat meat."

"Hey, less than the benefactor, I remember you asked me the meaning of 'empty' before, 'empty' means..."

"If you don't agree, I'll put pictures of you and Jinhua all over Baima. After the temple is repaired, no one will come." I thought about it and thought it was wrong, "I only put a thick picture of Jinhua's whole body." Mosaic."

Hai Zhan finally couldn't hold back anymore: "Small benefactor, you, don't lie!"

I pretended to salute, and then started to take out my mobile phone: "Facts speak louder than words, we monks never tell lies."

Hai Zhan was forced by me to retreat again and again, and finally fled the hall with Lingbo microsteps without raising his legs.

I held on to the door frame and shouted, "I'll see how you can find a wife with so many words!"

As soon as the words were finished, I saw Tang Ling walking towards the store with the equipment in his arms. He didn't know the cause and effect, he only heard my last sentence, and his eyes were straight, "Speaking of yourself?"

"I have a wife."

Tangling might still not be used to me calling me this, so she frowned slightly and scratched the back of my neck.

Just when I was about to take over the painting box and start fighting, Jinhua yelled "Dinner is ready", the sound was so loud that it could be said to resound through Peacock Mountain.

Unsurprisingly, Tangling had no appetite.But today is different from the past, and I actually feel the same way as him, after all, anyone who comes to experience the fast meal at Sheye Temple will think so.

Jinhua is very particular about cooking. Since Buddhist practice follows no eating after noon, she will add a little oil and meat to dinner. In this way, our desire for lunch is reduced to the lowest point.

But after all, people are like iron rice or steel, so I finally pushed Tang Ling to go, and before we sat down, Jin Hua's head nodded on us.She counted with her hips on her hips: "Five, six... and one less, where is Chunjue?"

Tang Ling volunteered without thinking, "I'll go find it."

I glanced at the clear soup on the square table and raised my hand: "I'll go too."

Tang Ling and I quickly searched through the entire meditation room, and even the backyards of the halls, but we couldn't find Chunjue. It wasn't until we stopped at the gate to rest that we heard the rustling sound of sweeping the floor outside. Then we saw Chunjue .

Chunjue didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't realize that we were approaching. He turned his back to us, leaned his broom against the red wall, walked to the round platform as a lookout, knelt down, and faced the smoke-filled The valley kowtowed three times.

This behavior really stunned me. On the one hand, I don’t quite understand the act of kowtow. In the final analysis, it’s because I don’t believe in any religion. On the other hand, I can’t find anything in this world that is worth doing.

Chun felt that the last stroke was particularly long. After getting up, he took out two thin walnuts from the gray shirt, and threw them off the round platform.

As if doing something wrong, Chunjue turned back and saw us so frightened that he fell back and almost fell.

Tang Ling didn't ask what he was doing, but said, "I'm calling for dinner."

Chun Jue touched his head: "I'm really sorry, I didn't pay attention to listen."

I thought to myself how inattentive I had to be to ignore Jinhua's Hedong lion's roar, at least it had to be at the out-of-body level.

Thinking about it this way, I became even more curious, and leaned over to try to find some clues on the round platform, but there was nothing on it except fallen leaves, so I had no choice but to ask, "Chunjue, what were you doing just now?"

Chunjue only said that four years ago today was the day when Abbot Jingyuan took him up the mountain. He picked walnuts for his master when he first met him. Later, every year when the walnut tree bore fruit, he would go down the mountain and go back to the village to pick walnuts.At that time, Abbot Jingyuan told him that after he went up the mountain, he had to meditate and practice seriously, so that he could help the sentient beings who went to Sheye Temple in the future.

He still behaved like a child when he was emotionally turbulent, and he didn't talk too much: "But the Sheye Temple was broken, and the earthquake took the master away, and no one will come to ask for help. I don't know if I can do it in the future." What to do, I feel sorry for the master when I go back to the mountain."

Tangling looked at Chunjue with a wandering gaze: "But Master Haizhan has come, and the temple has begun to be rebuilt."

Everything will be fine, no matter how much the deviation is, it will eventually go to the destination.As a matter of course, this sentence should have followed, but none of us mentioned it. After all, not everyone has the lucky ability to deceive themselves and others.

Chunjue's bright eyes flickered, and he only said, "I will practice seriously with the mage."

Then he saluted Tang Ling and took the bamboo broom again.

It seems to be building momentum for the autumn rain in advance. The weather in the mountains has changed strangely these days. It was still clear in the morning and now it is already raining.

The feeling of standing on the round platform is a bit different from that of the Lingyun platform below. Because of the shape of the mountain, it is difficult to see the opposite bank here. There is only wind, cloud and mist, and the maple forest on the mountain that has been on fire since the beginning of September.

Tang Ling looked at the mountains, I don't know if he thought of something, whether it was the white peacock or Chen Wumian, Guangzhou or Beijing.

Chunjue also tried his best to look to the other side. Holding the bamboo broom, he said that he had never left here, so he wanted to visit the big cities, the Jokhang Temple, the Leshan Giant Buddha, and Lumbini.

Tang Ling smiled, and said that after your practice is over, go see the whole world.