Chang'an India

It is also a dark room, but there is no sound of rain and wind—this dark room has no windows on all sides, only a stone door, and a futon is placed in the middle, and an old monk sits cross-legged on the futon, about sixty Come

Xu's age, straight nose and deep eyes, and the two law lines carved over the years on the side of the nose, make this monk not be kind at first glance, but he can see that he was a heroic face when he was young.

"A useless beast." While breathing out, the old monk on the futon suddenly snorted coldly.

"Prince Immortal Master, calm down!" There was a middle-aged man standing half a step behind the old monk. He seemed to be in his fifties, but he didn't have the stability brought by his age. It wasn't him, he still panicked and fell to his knees with a thump.

"Don't panic, what does that flat-haired beast have to do with you if it can't keep up with people?" The old monk said in a deep voice after finishing his speech, "I've trained you for so many years, why are you still so frizzy and restless?"

"It's my disciple who is dull. I can't learn...the immortal method, and I can't share my worries for the immortal master..." The middle-aged man called him a disciple, but the fear in his tone was far from respecting the teacher, but pure timidity and fear.He doesn't know a single big character, and he can say a sentence in a decent way, which is an improvement over the years.

"Forget it, help me up." The old monk stretched out his hand, supported the shoulders of the person kneeling beside him, and stood up with the help of the person - he looked only in his sixties, but his actual age was over eighty. In the homes of ordinary people, a person of such an age is still so strong, and he really deserves to be called an "old fairy".

"Master Immortal, I will light another candle for you." The middle-aged man helped the old monk to sit at the table, seeing him pick up a letter on the table, he hurriedly said courteously.

"I'm not so old and blind." The old monk took out the letter and unfolded it, and retorted softly, but the middle-aged man was startled, and hurriedly stepped back two steps, as if he was afraid of seeing the contents of the letter - he has served this man all these years He is an "immortal teacher", learned to speak a few words of Zhou Dao, and also learned to recognize some characters. Just now he glanced at the letter and saw the words "Xia Chunqiu" at the beginning of the letter, and knew that the content of the letter was something that he absolutely could not read. of.

He doesn't know many words, and he also knows that this old monk, who looks like a stranger, does not practice compassion and obey the precepts, and the word "Xia Chunqiu" is his layman's taboo name, but in this world, Few people can call it.

"Some people always think that they are born nobles, and feel that they are superior to others at all times." The old monk read the letter in his hand at a glance, put it aside, shook his head and smiled, "But in the end, they are not as greedy for life and afraid of death as everyone else. ?”

"..." The middle-aged man didn't dare to say yes, and he didn't dare to say no. He saw that the people at the table didn't need to answer by himself.

"Clean up, the mother Gu has fallen into the hands of the people, and I can't keep it here any longer," the old monk replied with lowered eyes, taking time to say, "I don't know what that little beast is that can swallow my Gu alive, I'm afraid it's not something in between."

The middle-aged man got the order, and hurried out of the door, but he didn't hear the old monk's next sentence of leisurely and fascinated sigh: "...It's a pity that I can't get a glimpse of that martial arts, otherwise, why would I waste all these troubles."

"Yonglan, this technique of mine is called the Appearance of All Beings."

The old monk said that he had no chance to get a glimpse of the secret, but now he came from Tanshan Pass, but it was as normal as drinking water and eating.

"...can I hear you?"

The monk closed his eyes again to hide the surging sea of ​​desire in his eyes, and the room was full of cleanliness again—Wan Jianghou felt that as long as there was this person, no matter if it was a busy street or a haunt of ghosts and corpses, he would always be able to get out of it. Cut out the cleanness of an ancient well without waves-as long as you don't look at his eyes.

"I will tell you to listen, and you will be able to listen," Tan Shan said indifferently, "If you cultivate the appearance of all living beings, you will be able to see all living beings."

"How to meet?"

"Ten years ago, I hadn't proclaimed my own vision, and my cultivation hadn't reached this level..." Tan Shan said in a flat voice, casually talking about the old scene.

That year, a young monk opened a lecture hall, and the temple was bustling with people in front of the hall. The monks did not want to see the people crowding and trampling on them, causing disasters, so they used this secret method that is not known to the outside world, and presented all beings with a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water. , a dream bubble of compassion for a moment: outside the temple, an old woman who was dedicated to Buddha but couldn't squeeze into the crowd suddenly burst into tears-she saw her son who died young stepping into the house, still in her teens, and called her in a hurry: "Mother!" Come, drink a bowl of water!"

A young man who was pushing into the gate of the temple with the crowd suddenly beamed with joy——he saw the candles flickering, and the hall was full of happy words. In the candlelight, he couldn't wait to lift his hijab. Under the hijab was the one he had a crush on, but married someone else's wife. girl.

A rascal who steals and steals for a living is about to wait for an opportunity to strike, but he stops suddenly, overjoyed - he sees mountains of gold and silver, countless jewels and riches, all of which are his.

Some endured the beating and scolding and squeezed into the lecture hall desperately, just to see the beggars who did not give food to see rice, fish and a bowl of hot soup.

And the person who is the royal son is only a few heads away from a beggar-he saw that he was suffering from illness, but he still insisted on his father who refused to let go of power. Finally, he was able to inherit the throne. The prince who is eager to try is the most unspeakable, let alone his thoughts.

The loyal old slave beside the prince also had joy and tears in his eyes, but this time it was not for his master - he saw that he had become a whole person in his life, with descendants around his knees, and a harmonious family relationship.

Tan Shan would not rush to the side to count the boundless dream bubbles, but said plainly: "I see all living beings, and all living beings can see their deepest desires."

"........."

"........."

"Okay!" After a short moment of silence, the Marquis of Wan Jiang responded happily, and his words were so brisk and blunt that he seemed to have lost his mind, "I will only see you that day, you can figure out what this means for yourself."

"...I thought about it, this means that you are not affected by the exercises for some reason, and you seem to be different from ordinary people," Tan Shan was not annoyed when he heard the words, not only was he not annoyed, but it was difficult for him to say a sentence with a voice , brought a lot of popularity, "Yonglan, you dare to open your mouth to say anything..."

"Is it not good?" Marquis Wan Jiang asked back, before the lingering sound settled down, he leaned forward and kissed the monk's closed eyes.

With a kiss, he said in a low voice, "I'm offended."

There was no one in the room, and the monk's face was as usual, neither angry nor disturbed. Although he was wearing a blood-stained monk's robe and leaning against the head of the bed, he was kneeling in front of the Buddha like an ancient temple with blue lanterns. attitude.

Bian Yonglan didn't say anything anymore, just lit another stick of fire, facing the lit candle, and accompanied the Buddha, with the saber on his lap, sitting quietly and listening to the rain.

The sound of rain strung together ten years of time, and every drop is a glimpse: the flowers fade in the mirror, the moon disperses in the water, people are happy or sad, but they leave quietly with relief and peace in their sorrow and joy.

Among them, there was a young man who was still staring at the monk on the lectern, and had to escort the nobleman beside him back to the palace, so he only had time to turn his head, and smiled hastily at the monk, not sure if the other party saw it.

"Surge..."

The monk who seemed to be in meditation suddenly spoke again, but hesitated for a moment—Tan Shan found out that if he really wanted to think about it, he could really think about it—there are all living beings in various poses, and he saw them through the eyes of the Buddha statue. One face, one hundred thousand faces, the faces of men, women, old and young are all mixed together, turning into a picture of sentient beings.

However, in such a complicated and complicated picture scroll, there are some people who can stand out, take a glance, and forget it——Tanshan does not have the ability of photographic memory, but after thinking about it, he can pick out from the various forms of sentient beings. A teenager.

——Yes, this child was indeed different from others back then. Before leaving, he looked back and smiled again.

With a thought in Tan Shan's mind, he felt that the sea of ​​consciousness was born with thousands of waves, and a young man came riding on the waves, smiling brightly, looking forward to flying.

The monk stands in the middle of the boundless sea of ​​desire, holding the Buddhist ceremony in his hand, dignified and solemn.He quietly raised his eyes, looked at the young man who had crossed the sea with his feet on the turbulent waves, and saw the young man standing at the head of the tide, and smiled again, he looked like a young man in full bloom.

"...Curging billows," the monk continued, and he didn't know if he was speaking to the person sitting with him in meditation, or to the young man standing at the head of the tide in the sea of ​​consciousness, "...you have grown up."

"Yeah, I've grown up..." Wan Jianghou responded in a low voice, gently stroking the dark lines on the scabbard with his fingers, "...and haven't seen you for many years."

This prisoner dragon knife can be said to be "as if I am here in person". The dark lines on the scabbard are not in the shape of a dragon, but a meandering Yangtze River, flowing through countless suns and moons.

Later, when the young man was out of the palace, he inquired about it, but he heard that the monk had closed the monastery and wandered around, and he was nowhere to be found.

He stood in front of the temple, thanked the passers-by, pursed the corners of his lips stubbornly, clenched the knife in his hand, and went south to watch the tide.

——The young man has a knife in his hand, and he wants to find his way.

Jiang Chao came and went, and at a glance it was five years.

Every time he went to watch the tide for five years, Bian Yonglan would always go back to his biological parents' house.

"He Gai was born in the royal family" is just "He Gai" after all, and the thousand palaces are not his home.

The post of Hailing County Sheriff is a position that needs to be rotated when the term expires, but because the Bian family has an auspicious eldest son, the people think that this official is auspicious and kind, and when he leaves office, he will send Wanmin umbrella to petition, and the Tian family will be kind. Since then, the Imperial Designated Hailing County Sheriff has stayed in the post, and there is no need to rotate to other places. Although it is not a promotion, it is better than a promotion-it is not ostentatious, but also has a stable foundation for management.

The Bian family's parents were not indifferent to the child who had only been in their arms for seven months, but there was alienation and awe in the intimacy.

This awe became more apparent after Bian Yonglan became a marquis—his father had to kneel down and call him "Sir" when he saw him.

Marquis Wan Jiang smiled, let's talk, this family just stood up to greet him respectfully - his father, mother, younger brother, and younger sister are a happy family, and it seems that they have nothing to do with him.

So he went to watch the tide, away from the noisy crowd, standing far away on the top of the mountain, looking out against the wind, he was alone, really lonely.

For a moment in his loneliness, he seemed to think of a pair of indistinct eyes, and at the moment when he resolutely drew the knife and slashed it with his backhand, he forgot everything.

——He found his way, and he cut off his past with a clean hand.

"Cutting marriage?" When the treasured sword was cast and presented to the courtiers who love each other with his own hands, the emperor just heard the name of this style, and laughed and said, "Yonglan, how unwilling are you to let me point out a marriage for you?"

"It's not that marriage," Wan Jianghou shook his head, knowing that the emperor's intentions were off, he made amends, "But don't mention marriage again."

"Forget it, I will follow you," the emperor promised, and said with a smile, "I only have a sword in my heart. I am afraid that if the sword technique is a little more refined, I will be able to use the sword to enter the Tao and ascend to immortality." Fu spread his hands again A roll of blueprints, "What style do you want for the scabbard of the Prisoner Dragon?"

"……Um?"

"Why are you in a daze?" the emperor handed him the blueprint, "I asked you what kind of scabbard you want, and you can choose it yourself."

"...Just cast a river." Wan Jianghou replied casually without looking at the blueprint, as if he was still distracted.

"It turns out..." Fleeting years have changed secretly, and now Bian Yonglan, who has grown up, sits beside the Buddha, staring at the bedside lights like beans, gently stroking the knife and laughing, "At that time, I didn't know why, but I wanted to be here Casting a river on the scabbard turned out to be the meaning."

He suddenly leaned over and lay on his side, resting his face on the monk's knee. There was no trace of charm in his movements, only a trace of child-like nostalgia. He raised his face nostalgicly, and looked at the monk and ten years ago in the flickering candlelight. With the same face, he murmured: "May I be the river, and meet you again."

The author has something to say: "Wish to be the river, and meet you again." This sentence is said to be from the autobiography of the current South Korean President Moon Jae-in.

I haven’t read the autobiography, but I read some historical gossip about Moon Jae-in, Roh Moo-hyun, and Lee Myung-bak on Weibo. Anyone who is interested can read it, but I advise you not to, it’s too cruel.

Lu committed suicide by jumping off a cliff ten years ago. Ten years later, Wen avenged him, but after all, the old man was gone.

May 5 is Lu's ten-year memorial service.

Wen Na's autobiography is called "Fate".

Fate is too cruel, so the novel must be sweet.