Chang'an India

The Marquis of Wanjiang wrote down a person's name so that he could call the government offices at all levels to check the household registration and find the person. Then he heard the door of the guest room being knocked twice, and the inn clerk greeted him from the outside: "Guest officer, I will bring you a meal."

"Let's eat first," he got up and went to open the door, "I'll look through the county annals tomorrow to see if there are any clues."

After the meal, two waiters brought a bucket of hot water into the clean room, and a waiter followed behind, carrying a bulging bag, and holding it to the Marquis of the river with both hands: "Someone just brought clothes and said yes You decide."

After sending the buddy away, Bian Yonglan took the medicinal cloth that he had bought just now, handed it to the monk and said, "Go and re-wrap the wound. Remember that the wound should not get wet, just wipe it with hot water." A set of inner monk robes were given to Tan Shan together, "There are no clothes for you monk in the tailor shop. I asked the tailor to take out a ready-made robe and change it out. Try to see if it fits you."

How could it be inappropriate in reality? A warrior can tell a person's body shape, height, shortness, fatness, and thinness at a glance.

What's more... Marquis Wanjiang watched Tan Shan change into a new monk's robe and come out after washing, very disappointingly, a thin blush floated on his face.

What's more, when he was wounded, he almost measured his waist with his hands.

Fortunately, under the light of the candle, no one could see the thin red.

Tan Shan didn't notice anything strange, he just said: "Yonglan, thank you."

The last time the monk thanked him, it was just an ordinary thank you, but now he thanked him again, but there was a hint of a smile in his words.

Wan Jianghou's own clothes are all woven in Ouchi, a material that is hard to buy, but he must know that the monks are simple in nature, so he just asked him to change a monk's robe with an ordinary gray cloth robe in a hurry. This thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness, No matter how ignorant the monk is, he can still feel it.

"Grandmaster……"

Tan Shan thanked the man, and was about to go outside, but felt that the cuff of the monk's robe was gently pulled, and the next moment a warm human body leaned back by itself.

"Master, you are a monk..." Bian Yonglan pressed himself against the monk's back, wrapped his arms around his waist, which he had measured inch by inch, and said coquettishly, "Monks are the most generous, don't thank you." People are so stingy.”

"..." Tan Shan was speechless for a moment, thinking to himself that you still know that I am a monk.

"I just want to persuade you not to blame yourself. No matter what that person called Xia Chunqiu did, it has nothing to do with you," Wan Jianghou put his chin on the monk's shoulder, without exerting any force on his arm, he just loosened the ring Living in the waist and abdomen of the predecessors, "It has nothing to do with your master—people's hearts have changed since ancient times, and it is not anyone's fault."

"..." Tan Shan was still speechless, he just patted the hand around his waist, which meant that Wan Jiang Hou guessed that he wanted to let him go first.

"Don't let go," Wan Jianghou is not only good at trying to figure out people's wishes, but also good at fighting against people, he retorted confidently, "You can't beat me."

"Yonglan, don't make trouble anymore," Tan Shan finally said, still in his usual light tone, "Go and wash while the water is hot, don't catch a cold."

"It's not wrong for your master not only to save people, but also to be afraid of loneliness." Wan Jianghou came to the conclusion that "your master is afraid of loneliness" out of nowhere, and he said his reasoning, "Because after all, people are different. Buddha—he's not, and neither are you."

"........."

"Tan Shan... but you also feel lonely?"

It is not that Tan Shan does not understand the truth that human beings are not Buddhas.Now that he understands, Buddhas never lie, and said frankly: "When you are young and practice, you will inevitably feel lonely."

"However, the Nine Questions of Bodhi can be used to learn from one's nature and correct one's mind." Although people's hearts are changeable, there are also those who have been tortured by the Nine Questions of Bodhi, and they may have abandoned the Buddha and turned into a demon, but Tan Shan is still calm and determined. go on.

"I asked myself when I was young, and I may have asked myself many times later."

"Gradually the answers to the questions are the same."

"Yonglan, I'm not lonely on the way to practice."

"........."

Although it was an answer that could be expected without asking, Bian Yonglan still felt desolate and desolate when he really heard the monk say it himself.

Just like in the inn that night, he saw a dead soul who was obsessed with deep obsession and searched hard, and disappeared without a sound at the casual swipe of the Buddha.

Disappointed, this is still the best end.

"...Tan Shan."

But who is Wang Jianghou?Is that human?It was a stubborn donkey without a bit on its head.

Even if he knew that the person in his arms was not separated from him by an inch, but by the world of mortals, he still had to finish what he wanted to say.

"Tan Shan, it doesn't matter if you are a Buddha or a human being, anyway, I am a human being," he put his lips next to the Buddha's ear, whispered slowly, and asked him word by word, "So why don't you ask me... Am I lonely?"

"Yonglan, I practice the technique of 'Psychology of All Beings', which can connect the eyes and ears of Buddha statues all over the world."

Tan Shan finally pushed away the arms that were embracing him, and walked outside, limp, sat cross-legged in samadhi, and when he was willing to speak again, it was already an hour later.

"People in the world don't know, but if you kneel in front of the Buddha and think, whether you say it or not, the Buddha can see it."

Marquis Wanjiang lay on the inner bed and did not answer the conversation, but the monk knew he was not asleep.

"Some people say one thing, but think another thing."

"........."

"Some people have one heart and one heart, but what they want cannot be done by humans, and neither can Buddhas."

"........."

"Looking at all kinds of emotions in the world, you will know that the world is suffering. Occasionally, there are those who are unrestrained, but they are also fake unrestrained, otherwise they will not seek Buddhahood."

In the deserted and quiet night with the lights off, Tan Shan said softly to the person on the bed who was sleeping with his eyes closed: "Bian Yonglan, you are really happy."

After breakfast the next day, the two went to the yamen together to look through the county annals.

According to county records, 26 years ago, on the seventh day of August, an earthquake occurred in the middle of the night, and houses in the city collapsed and were damaged. Buried by rocks, no one survived.

Officials turn in turns, and today's county magistrate has not personally experienced the past, and tremblingly answers the questions of the princes and princes, and every sentence does not match the preamble.

"Forget it, go find a few old government servants who have personally experienced the events of those years." Wan Jianghou didn't bother to embarrass him, and ordered, "Don't disclose my identity to the outside world, and don't mention it to the old servants."

The county magistrate resigned dizzily, and found two old government servants who hadn't been on duty for a long time, one surnamed Sun and the other surnamed Wang, because they didn't know the status of the person who summoned them for questioning was noble, so the conversation was smoother.

"Why didn't you organize people to dig rocks to save people back then?" Bian Yonglan asked in a chatty manner, without any intention of blame.

"I can't be saved," said the old man surnamed Sun, "you will know when you go to that place. The reason why Mashan is called Mashan is because it looks like a horse with its head down drinking water. The Mashan town was built on the horse's head. When the mountain moved, the horse's head completely collapsed, and the whole town was buried by a small half of the mountain, how could it be saved?"

"That place...you can't go to that place, nobleman," although the old man surnamed Wang didn't know how noble the person who asked the question was, but he must have been a nobleman, so he hurriedly said, "Our place hasn't had an earthquake for many years. It is said that that place was condemned by the gods, and everyone walked around that place later, but it is evil and unlucky."

"Think about it carefully, apart from the rumors of divine punishment, what other things are there about that town?"

The Marquis of Wanjiang doesn't blame the common people for being ignorant and spreading rumors -- whether it is rumors or not is another matter.

"Strange thing..." The two old men were thinking hard, and suddenly they slapped their thighs and asked the people around them, "That lunatic, do you remember that lunatic?"

"...Which one?"

"Later, he came to the police with disheveled hair, saying that he survived."

"Oh! That crazy..."

As soon as the two old yamen servants got together, they remembered an old event: the day after the earthquake, at noon, a young man with disheveled hair came to report to the officials, first saying that the village where he lived was buried by rocks, and then talking nonsense.

He said nonsense that he rested with his wife and children that night and had a long dream. He dreamed that he had gone to a fairyland. The whole town was buried deep by rocks, and he was the only one who survived.

Because of the absurdity of this nonsense, the entire county government rushed to rescue the people in the city in a hurry, so they only wrote down the name of a disaster-stricken town and sent the people out.

"I still remember giving money to that lunatic," the old man surnamed Sun recalled. Go eat first."

"Does that person have a name? Can you still find it?"

"I can't remember the name, I'm afraid I can't find it anywhere."

Marquis Wan Jiang and Tan Shan looked at each other, knowing that what the old servant said was correct, it was indeed impossible to find someone who didn't even know his name, so he asked the two old men a few more questions, but he couldn't find any What, let them go.

They took two official horses from the yamen, and they galloped back to Mashan Town, not only to see if there were any abnormal phenomena there, but also because the mother Gu was pointing in that direction.

Walking to the foot of the horse mountain, I saw the horse shape that the mountain no longer bowed its head to drink water.

Twenty-six years have passed, and the collapsed rocks have been regrown with vegetation. It is hard to imagine what it was like back then.

Although it is said that the world is suffering, it is only human beings who are suffering. The four seasons of the world naturally reciprocate, and there is no suffering.

After the corpse barrier is gone, there is no other vision here, just walking among the grass and trees, I can occasionally see a few tombs, although they are all barren, they are not nameless wild tombs.

With a flick of his hand, the Marquis of Wanjiang, his strength passed, and the breeze swept away a stone tablet in front of a grave.

The names of the people on the stele have been weathered and weathered, so they can no longer be seen clearly, but they can be guessed that there are people who are related to the villagers in the town, and a tomb was erected for them here.

Among the corpse barriers, Tan Shan tried to stop killing, but it was not feasible.Although he has already melted all the souls of the town to go to another life, but after all, he has added a crime.

Now the monk has a calm expression on his face, bowing his eyes and clasping his palms together in front of the grave—since he is still a human being and not a Buddha, mistakes are inevitable, but mistakes must be corrected and sins must be accepted, which is also his practice.

"... Yonglan," Tan Shan went through the Buddhist ceremony, raised his eyes to feel where the mother gu was pointing, turned his head to look at Ma Shan, and asked suddenly, "Can you believe there is a fairyland?"

"I don't know, seeing is believing." Wan Jianghou shook his head, thinking that I didn't believe in ghosts before.

"Birth, old age, sickness, and death, love is separated, resentment and hatred are met, and you can't ask for it," the monk stood with his hands behind his back among the wild grass and deserted graves, and continued to ask in a low voice, "All living beings are suffering, and the world is suffering. If the fairyland is real, can you wish?" go?"

"...Is there you in Wonderland?"

"........."

Tan Shan heard Wan Jianghou's laughing question and asked back, turned to look at him, and saw the person in front of him smiled brightly and said: "If there is no you in the fairyland, why should I go there?"

The author has something to say: Transition chapter, three more tomorrow