The monk had never thought that it would be such a young benefactor who saved his life. If the benefactor had not been kind enough to wrap up his hands, he would have been afraid that the blood all over his body would have dried up if he sat down in this deserted place for a day. No way out.
There is nothing special about the benefactor's outfit in white. He is not comparable to the noble men in the capital who wear expensive furs and drink fine wine, nor can he compare to those elegant officials with bags and jade hanging on their left and right. Instead, he is dressed in white clothes that are scrawled and attract dust. Before dusting off the clothes, the monk always wanted to reach out and brush off the dust for this very casual young man. He was always looking at his dignity, but when he remembered that this benefactor was his savior, he couldn't be careless about emotions and reasons. Therefore, he has not taken action yet. At this hour, the capital is still cold. The strong wind has subsided but the snowflakes are unwilling to succumb to the wind. Just like a Taoist priest coming after the wind has passed, he steps repeatedly, making the capital full of frost, which still does not stop. Everywhere in the thatched hut The ventilation leaked snow, and it was said that it was cool in summer, but winter was quite unbearable. Even the usually dull monk was very embarrassed when he saw the light snow falling in the big snow house outside, and scratched his bald forehead, and the color around the scar suddenly disappeared. The red rope on the wrist of the donor in white is red.
The young man in white, who was sitting on a single chair in the hut, did not dislike it at all. He was holding a green-skinned gourd tied around his neck with a silk ribbon. He kept pouring wine into his mouth. After waking up from the monk, he drank dozens of sips, but when the gourd shook, Still satisfied, he saw that the monk was at a loss, so he generously handed the gourd to the latter and drank a few sips to warm himself up.
"The donor has good intentions. It is a rule that people in Buddhism are not allowed to drink meat and wine. If you really violate the precepts, you will be beaten by Master's cane." The monk saw what was in front of him. Gourd shrank back and couldn't help but wave his hands to push away. When he saw tigers, wolves, and ferocious beasts, his usually dull face showed a hint of fear.
"I heard from people in the capital that this mountain temple has not been seen for many years, and only a disciple like the master is here. Unexpectedly, the abbot is also here. Can I introduce him if I have nothing to do?" The young man in white drank. It took dozens of sips of wine, and most of the people who couldn't change the amount of wine had been drunk three or five times. However, in the monk's view, the donor did not appear to be drunk at all. Seeing the fine snow falling on the hut, it is rare for me to smile.
But the monk didn't think about how to reply for a long time. In the end, he lowered his eyebrows, put his hands together and sighed.
"This mountain temple is built in a pure place. I like it very much. After walking around in the city, I wanted to come to this mountain temple to see it. After all, I have heard many rumors in the world and in the world. For example, the Zen cultivator's Buddha's mouth is like a snake's heart, and the temple has a big belly. The inner and outer fields and houses are all returned to Buddhist temples, merchants and common people are plundered to fill their bellies with fat, and golden statues sit high in the temple when nothing happens. It is becoming increasingly rare to do good deeds of opening the door to release food during a calamity year. No matter how you look at it, you feel petty." After saying this, the young man in white paused for a moment, raised his eyes and looked at the monk sitting cross-legged on the dilapidated bed. The reporter frowned slightly and quickly relaxed, then took two sips of wine and continued, "If you think about it more carefully, it's actually no exception. The people from the sect on the mountain learned the magical ability of turning their hands, rain clouds rolling over their hands, mountains and rivers shaking, and now they have the ability to do so. There are very few people who cultivate their own bodies to benefit the common people. Most of them plot against others to seek their own blessings. There are even many who brutally kill defenseless people and steal the liver and gallbladders of mountains and rivers, and turn them into medicine. , I am no exception. I don’t want to get involved in things, but I step into them after calculating the gains and losses. I still think of myself as noble and honorable.”
"So when Buddhism was first born, it was not obvious that its teachings were deficient. No matter how bad it was, most people in the world found it most desirable. It is also a good thing that the elders who practice Buddhism have the ability to move mountains, fill seas, move clouds and call the wind. The difference is that There is no right or wrong in how to use it, and you cannot say right or wrong when using it. You can't be so pedantic that you can't see everything from the outside of the world, but it needs to fall into the word "renren". It is particularly clear to speak to others and to yourself. .”
The monk doesn't know much about Buddhism. From the time when the mountain monastery was still in ruins to the time when the master was still here, the monk is not a bright and intelligent monk. He is not as good at talking to pilgrims as the brothers, nor is he as sophisticated as the disciples who were enlightened very early. Even if Until now, the monk felt that perhaps he should not be a Buddhist disciple, and there was merit in hearing the words of the white-robed benefactor in front of him. However, he always felt that he was too cynical, and he was afraid that he would make mistakes in every step of his words and ruin this person. His words and actions showed an inexplicable interest in benefactor, so these words rolled around in his stomach and chest eight or nine times. Until he thought that he had picked off the rotten leaf cobwebs, he swayed his body with a swaying gait. From that side, he couldn't tell whether the wood was good or bad. I took a pen and paper from the old desk and wrote down a description.
The monk who has guarded the Spring and Autumn Changes in Kuzuoshan Temple for many years said that he did not know how much suffering the benefactor had seen in the world. When he went out with his master, he saw refugees stretching for thousands of miles, and also saw hundreds of people in the caravan dying. After being beheaded by the bandits, two heads were hanging outside the camp, but there were still not enough. They had to stick them on wooden stakes along the mountain road from the camp on the top of the mountain to count all the hundreds of heads. The doctor in the bandit camp The kind-hearted person felt that the sin was too deep, so he asked the master and the disciple to let go. It took more than ten days just to chant sutras and achieve salvation. I heard that the eldest lady was an ordinary girl. She was kidnapped by thieves and forced to become the wife of the head of the family. When the master and apprentice came down the mountain, the eldest lady in gold and silver was seen waving a stick of incense at the top of the mountain. Reluctant to leave. Speaking of which, I was not afraid of the young master’s ridicule. At that time, I really thought that I was an unparalleled cultivator in the world. It would be best if I could overturn the entire mountain with one palm, open a dojo for these poor people, and unite their bodies and heads. It is best to enter Chongquan cleanly.
Therefore, we must always think about the fact that many literati with lofty ideals are insidious and cunning. They write a few pretentious poems and essays of compassion and hypocritically talk about the suffering in the world, just to gain fame for themselves, but when they actually stand in the court, they may not see it. For example, in ancient times, great literati who wrote poems based on their feelings about farming could become arrogant and extravagant after becoming officials. So when we look at literati who praise the sufferings of the people but do not match their words and deeds, we feel that they are the most insidious and cunning. People have selfish thoughts, and who doesn’t want to live a better life in the world? I have been guarding the temple for many years, and I often have flashy and beautiful dreams. At worst, I need to replace this thatched cottage with a wealthy mansion and rebuild the mountain temple. When you wake up, you should always recite sutras to eliminate greed, and you will always feel that there is nothing wrong.
"What the donor said is nothing more than saying that in this world, everyone is for themselves and it is difficult to escape. But in fact, the same is true for outsiders. How can one escape from the world when one is in the world? Often, after seeing the world for a lifetime, one still has to attribute it to one's own body. From this point of view, it seems that the benefactor has taken a step forward, which is very gratifying. However, it is often because he cannot control himself or the people around him do not agree with his wishes, and he feels that the donor has taken a step forward. At this time, the world's rituals have collapsed and music has been ruined. Everyone is living their lives in private affairs, and there is nothing they can do."
"It's hard for anyone to control the world. Moreover, if you reach a high place, you will often be bound by shackles that restrict your youthful ambitions. For example, it can be said that people who practice Buddhism can travel thousands of miles in an instant and have countless magical powers to call the wind and rain, but there are also some shackles. , Reaching for the stars and embracing the moon are actually empty words. If the heart has no support and no stability, and is tied up in everything, how can there be so-called freedom."
Yun Zhong never thought that this seemingly dull monk, who seemed to have no profound Buddhist teachings, could say such a thing. He was quite puzzled, so he picked up the gourd and poured it over with his head raised.
"How to solve it?"
The monk shook his head honestly, "I don't know. Maybe I can only do my own thing well, try my best to stick to my original intention, or find a winding path that goes around in circles. I don't have to go with the flow, but I can be free as long as I can." If you can speak for yourself, then speak for yourself, and just take care of the things you need to take care of. After all, no matter how hard others try to persuade you, you can't put two more legs around your waist to help the young master, right?"
Outside the mountain temple, which was so damaged that no one could see its original appearance, the wind calmed the snow and the snow fell in the wind. Yun Zhong staggered out of the hut and waved to the few people who had been waiting quietly on both sides of the damaged official road.
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"Brother Wei always said that if you want to enter the capital, you need to think carefully about everything. If you think about it, the official road has been cut off and needs to be rebuilt. It is not difficult to rebuild the mountain temple together. By the way, build a house outside this thatched cottage. , no need to be fancy or fancy, it’s just a matter of keeping out the wind and rain.”
Several people looked at each other with expressions of embarrassment, but Seibu, the vanguard of the capital, had already told him that whatever Yun Shaoxia said was beyond his reach, even if he wanted to move brothels inside and outside the capital. Kong, you still have to bite the bullet and disperse the money. After all, there is such a ruthless master who kills Kuimen and Shang Fangwen with one enemy and two. The benefits he received from going to Luofengtai are among the best. He is reluctant to part with even some money. They wanted to lose the master in this master's hands, so a few people had no choice but to nod. They were already very good at making money, and after a little calculation of the money needed, there was no need to endure the pain.
Wei Xiwu always felt that he was extremely poor. He had neither literary skills nor military skills in his heart. He was so poor that he only had money. If he didn't give up the money and spent more, it would not be regarded as etiquette. Arrive home.
Lead clouds locked the city, and large flakes of snow larger than catkins fell off my clothes with a slight sound. The clothes did not melt when they fell to the ground. I had only taken a few steps out of the thatched cottage. The cold scenery of the mountain temple was fully visible. I suddenly felt depressed at a glance, and the sparse scenery was barren and absurd. The broken walls, broken tiles, and golden mud flew up into the air in an instant, pressing down on the whole body.
Yun Zhong, who was dressed in white and stained with dust, raised his head and closed his eyes for a long time, but he always felt that the surrounding scenery was like mountains and mountains pressing down on him, and his chest was painful due to repeated traffic, such as the people in Nangong Mountain, his childhood hometown, the flying snow of Dayuan and the rouge black deer. , covering his eyes with Snake Orchid and the old man's figure, he staggered a few steps and almost fell, but fortunately the red rope rose up for no reason to support his body, and a red dragon head came out of the red rope, with a mocking and disdainful face, but he still resisted Yun Zhong's figure was reluctant to put his head to the latter's hand.
In the battle of the Five Feet Realm in the capital, perhaps from the perspective of the two Four Realms who never reversed the victory from beginning to end, it is true that they are not as good as others, but in fact Yun Zhong paid a huge price. The reason why he has not seen a decline is Because of the support of Chilong's energy, he was able to hold on until the moment when the wind and cloud coefficient settled. There are always cycles of nature in the world, but there have never been a few wonderful things where one went to a brothel alone without a money bag and escaped completely. This was just a fight that was effortless from beginning to end, and the tail fire tiger almost gave it his all. After all, at the moment Although the red dragon has its shape, it usually neglects to accumulate the spirit of the mountains and rivers, so it falls into a huge deficit. Together with Yun Zhongzhou's body, the second inner energy that is not very abundant is also exhausted. He needs to slow down for a long time, and Chilong also needs to rest for a long time. In the next few months, he may have to become an ordinary person.
"If you drop it, you'll be asked to pick it up."
Yun Zhong murmured, then buried his face in the vermilion mane, and did not move for a long time, as if he had relieved all the tension in his body and pulled away from the world.
The monk not far away looked through the broken window paper, and suddenly felt that this young man who was acting very inexplicably looked like a sparrow that the mountain temple had raised a long time ago. He was obviously so tired that he could not even lift his wings. He pointed high, but still stubbornly headed out of the mountain temple.
Should I say it is irritating and pitiful, or admirable?
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