There are two mountain roads in Chuanling Mountain.
One is a new road built in recent years for tourists to go up the mountain, and the other is a trail that monks used to travel on the mountain a long time ago.
It was obvious that Cao Aiqing was confused about the direction because of his earlier anger, so he walked on a small road and broke away from the large group of students on the school's autumn outing.
The girl feels very guilty now, He Tianran's expression is teasing.
"What, what should I do?" Cao Aiqing asked in shame.
He Tianran put his hands behind his back and took two steps up the mountain. He said in an old-fashioned way: "Let's go. What else can we do? We have to go to the temple anyway. We can just meet up then. Is it possible to walk back halfway up the mountain?"
As a result, Cao Aiqing followed the boy inexplicably.
Her lips were pursed, but the corners of her mouth outlined a beautiful arc, and two dimples were looming on her cheeks.
The path is winding, but fortunately there is a way to go, and the mobile phone signal is still normal. I explained the situation to the leader Xue Yong, and the other party only replied with a very spiritual dog head, indicating that after knowing it, he no longer cared about this straggler. of a man and a woman.
When the two arrived at Chuanling Temple, it was already noon. There were many students in the temple. The originally quiet place was no longer quiet at all. Bai Tingting stood at the door of the temple and stretched her head. When she saw Cao Aiqing, who was late, she hurriedly Xiao ran over, took her hand and whispered for a while.
When He Tianran saw the place, he didn't stay much and left. He found Xue Yong squatting in a corner of the temple and secretly smoking.
"I'm just telling you, you two are so grown up that you won't get lost if you turn on the navigation on your phone."
The class bully exhaled a puff of smoke and said leisurely.
"The teacher told you?" He Tianran jumped to the stone guardrail next to him and sat down.
"No, Lao Ban didn't know about it at all. He went to have a private meeting with her sweetheart who teaches mathematics. Wow~ This is a quiet place in Buddhism! It's really insulting to gentleness!"
He Tianran smiled: "Looking at you, you look very angry."
Xue Yong glanced at him sideways and said, "You are not a good guy. You have been alone with Cao Aiqing for such a long time. Do you know, when I came to the temple from the car, there were Bai Tingting on the left and Ye Jiaqi on the right. These two The woman keeps talking about my faults, and sometimes she loses the person, and sometimes she arranges the seats, and I am really annoyed to death."
He Tianran's smile grew wider: "Didn't you say you wanted to express yourself freely?"
"Hey, what's going on? Is there any progress? You're smiling brightly." Xue Yong put out the cigarette.
"No progress." He Tianran shook his head.
"Bai Xiang, brother, what a great opportunity."
Xue Yong lamented, clapped his hands and stood up, and continued: "Go to the temple's dining hall for lunch at noon. Free activities in the afternoon. You can visit the temple, listen to the monks chanting sutras, and you can also go to the back mountain to see monkeys. At five o'clock Halfway down the mountain.”
"What about you? Do you have any plans?"
"Me?" Xue Yong smiled proudly and said, "Ye Jiaqi asked me to see the monkeys after dinner, and then continued up the mountain to watch the sunset."
He Tianran was puzzled: "When you come back at half past five, you still watch the sunset?"
Xue Yong was delighted, "You are really good at pretending to be stupid."
"???"
"Let's go, let's go eat."
He Tianran reacted with a knowing smile and looked at the sun? Others are cultivating feelings.
"Hey, you said this is a quiet place in Buddhism."
“The main thing is that it’s too clean and I’m not used to it.”
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The vegetarian meal at Chuanling Temple is very delicious. Even if it is a big pot meal for hundreds of people, it tastes delicious. However, thinking about the 100 yuan autumn tour fee I paid before, it is not delicious. I have to say it is not delicious. …
After eating, some students took a nap in the cafeteria or in the corner, while many more gathered together and played with their mobile phones.
Chuanling Temple is very large. Although it is not as grand as some well-known temples in Hong Kong City, it is hidden in the mountains and forests, and it lacks a bit of the common market atmosphere.
He Tianran walked among the Buddhist halls. He did not believe in Buddhism, but after experiencing the unforgettable September, he still retained due respect for these unknown things.
Unknowingly, he walked to the Ksitigarbha Hall in the southwest corner of the temple. He did not go in, but just lingered outside the hall for a long time.
The sun in the sky was gradually covered by dark clouds. The weather in the mountains was so unpredictable. It was clear in the morning, but in the afternoon the water vapor became denser, and it looked like there was going to be a mountain rain.
At this time, a monk in yellow clothes appeared at the door of Ksitigarbha Hall. He was sixty or seventy years old. He slightly pulled down the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, lowered his head slightly and raised his eyes to confirm, showing a kind smile. He waved to He Tianran. beckoned.
"Little donor, come in and take shelter, it's going to rain."
He Tianran thought for a while, then walked slowly to the old monk, clasping his hands unnaturally, "Master... I... just hide under the eaves."
"Okay, then let's sit here on the threshold."
After that, the old monk lifted up his yellow shirt and sat casually on the threshold.
The boy was stunned and had no choice but to sit down.
The rain started pattering down after a while.
Some students came from afar and saw an old man and a young man sitting in front of the hall. They felt strange, but they ran away in a hurry.
He Tianran watched the water droplets dripping in a line from under the eaves onto the sunken bluestone. He caught them with his hands, and the water droplets splashed on his palms, giving him a cold feeling.
"What's the name of the little benefactor?" the old monk asked kindly, twirling his rosary beads with his left hand.
"Ah...my name is He Tianran." The young man faced his elders with a unique restraint.
"He Tianran? Natural and natural?"
"No..." He Tianran smiled, remembering the explanation He Panshan gave him when he was a child, and said: "It's Tianran, which has its own nature and is truly rich. Although it is written and read the same, the artistic conception is different from what the master said. At that time, my dad was just trying to make money."
The old monk also smiled, neither agreeing nor denying, but just said: "Just now I saw that you, little donor, have been outside the temple and haven't come in. Why is that?"
He Tianran didn't adapt to this half-literate and half-white context. He took back his wet hands and said:
"I feel...awkward."
The old monk said nothing, waiting for his next words.
"That's Master... Do you know what... Eternal Falling is?" The boy trapped in the rain couldn't help but started talking and asked the doubts in his heart.
The old monk stopped turning the rosary beads in his hand and chanted the Buddha's name softly:
"Suffering day and night, even to the calamity, there is no time to stop it, so it is called endless."
She will be trapped for nine months forever, repeatedly watching her own tragic future unfold.
A thought came to He Tianran's mind, his lips and teeth trembled slightly, and he asked:
"Master...can, can you be freed?"
The old monk's eyes narrowed for a moment, then dispersed. He answered the question with a smile:
"Little natural donor, do you want to listen to the show?"
"Drama? Master...I...does this have anything to do with this problem?"
The old monk said: "It doesn't matter, it's just that your explanation of your name just now made the poor monk suddenly think of a Kunqu opera."
"Master, I only have a partial understanding of this kind of drama. The doubt I had just now..."
He Tianran didn't want to know what the bullshit meaning of his name was. He just wanted to know the answer to that question now.
The old monk interrupted him without showing off, "I hope you won't be able to live in a single thought for a while, and you won't be reborn until your karma is exhausted."
"That means...I...will still see her, right?"
Facing the boy's hopeful rhetorical question, the old monk said something profound that made him stunned:
"Little natural donor, if you are seeking marriage, you shouldn't come to my Ksitigarbha Palace."
"..."
Absolutely.
He Tianran was extremely embarrassed on the spot. In reality, monks were not as clever as in novels, and he would not just meet an expert from another life.
It makes sense to think about it. How can there be an outsider living in a scenic spot?
The boy numbly returned his gaze to the puddle on the ground, watching the ripples after the raindrops fell.
"All dharmas are born according to conditions and live in the joy of the mind. Whoever makes a wish will get the result. Natural benefactor, the poor monk is also connected with you, and I will give you two words - moving."
Not only did He Tianran not move, he also didn't understand.
"Master, what do you mean? How can I move?"
The old monk turned sideways, and He Tianran also moved, sitting upright.
"Flowing water does not rot, door hinges do not become beetles, and they move."
After saying that, he hung the one hundred and eight Star and Moon Bodhi beads in his hand around He Tianran's neck. The boy wanted to shrink his head, but he didn't avoid it.
"Achieving one hundred and eight samadhis eliminates one hundred and eight kinds of worries. It is a natural benefactor. From now on, every time you think about it, you will move one. This is the smallest movement."
Having said this, He Tianran could roughly predict what the old monk would say next.
Sure enough, the next second the old monk said slowly:
"I exchange the stars and the moon for the incense, and my fate is over. Hey, little benefactor, you can do whatever you want."
Then, the old monk took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his robe and skillfully opened the QR code for payment.
This process is so fucked up.
He Tianran touched the bodhi seed hanging on his chest. He could not tell the price of these handles. He only knew that there was a so-called "moon" tooth eye on each star and moon bodhi seed. He felt that this had a very meaningful meaning. OK, I like it too.
Originally he wanted to give nine dollars, but because of this, he gave ninety-nine.
The old monk smiled broadly. He Tianran felt that staying here was getting boring, so he stood up and said goodbye to the old monk.
The rain was still falling, and the young man gradually walked away along the corridor of the Buddhist hall. With no trace of his back, he had already picked off the string of Star and Moon Bodhisattva. He put his hands behind his back and silently plucked his fingers.
The old monk looked at the puddle that the young man had just stared at and recited:
"All appearances are false. If you see all appearances that are not appearances, you have seen the Tathagata."
He flicked his fingers, and soon, the old man's unique leisurely humming sounded in the rain, which seemed to be the song "The Peony Pavilion".
It doesn't matter if you don't enter this door.
