To the northwest of the capital, there is the capital city. To be honest, the late Emperor Wu Jian spent four years building this city, and he never imagined that it would develop into such a grand situation and become a second capital city.
Originally, it was just to prevent the trouble of having a fire in the backyard, so they built this military town similar to a barracks, which was modeled after the capital city and scaled down more than ten times. It was located in the northwest of the capital city to protect the capital city.
Unexpectedly, after 20 or 30 years of development, it turned into a small town, and its prosperity was no less than that of Chang'an, Kyoto, which is only separated by a wall.
It is said that land in the capital is expensive and housing prices in the capital are low, but the vermilion seal on the father's experience is all stamped on it.
The word "Chang'an" - of course, it was stamped a month ago
"Xi Bo". At present, except for the huge building in the north of the capital, it has been converted into a barbican for garrisoning troops. From the houses to the streets and alleys to the rivers, it is completely copied from the layout plan of Chang'an, but it is renamed the one hundred and eight squares of the capital.
"OK", but the names have not been changed, just to distinguish them. In the early morning of this day, a slovenly middle-aged commoner man with an eye-catching mess of white hair walked into the city gate carrying a palm-sized wine gourd. You could smell the wine on his body from a few feet away. He was so angry that the passers-by on the roadside dodged to both sides, frowned, and secretly cursed drunkards.
If you are drinking like this this early in the morning, what am you not an alcoholic? The sloppy man looked at the pedestrians who were avoiding him, smiled, picked up the wine gourd and took another sip. Then, as if he was trying to find a place to go down the steps, he stuck his tongue out at the pedestrians passing by and said, "As the saying goes, wine is the essence of food." , the moon is the brightness of my hometown, this sip is really refreshing." As he spoke, he waved the wine gourd generously towards passers-by and said, "Would you like to try it?" Regardless of whether the other party answered or not. , took back the wine gourd and took another sip, slurping, feeling indescribable enjoyment, and replied: "It is the cheapest Luo Shenjiang that is the most greedy." As he spoke, he took another sip, no longer paying attention to the eyes of the people around him, and let it go By those people muttering
"Crazy man", Quan pretended not to hear and wandered westward. After about half a stick of incense was taken away, we had already arrived at the west wall of the city. There were fewer and fewer pedestrians. We turned around and arrived at a nunnery named Jingxin.
There were not many pilgrims this early in the morning. All the drunken turbidity in the eyes of the sloppy man had receded. He shook his head, which was still a little confused, and walked in.
Ignoring the nuns who saluted him along the way, he walked straight through the main hall, walked around the Buddha statue, and walked to the abbot's room. He didn't knock on the door and just opened the door without any rules.
Opposite the door in the room is enshrined the One-leaf Guanyin Dharmakaya, which means resolving disasters, auspiciousness and peace. A nun is kneeling on the ground, knocking on wooden fish and grinding her rosary beads. When she hears the door open, she knows who is coming without even asking, even if she has not seen him for several years. We meet each other, but there is only one person who can come in without being blocked and without following etiquette.
The nun was still minding her own business, knocking on wooden fish, grinding rosary beads and reciting Buddhist sutras, but paid no attention to him.
"What are you doing, Prajna? You didn't come out to greet me when I came." He said hello like a street gangster, with a bit of rudeness in his tone. The slovenly man said with a smile.
The nun wasn't angry, but she didn't pay attention. The sloppy man was bored and asked why he was so boring, but the woman stopped moving and said: "The donor always needs a poor nun to show up, so how can he be interesting if he wants a poor nun?" There are too many things that bring trouble to oneself, and now I have to recite sutras every day to reduce the sins. What else does the donor want?" The sloppy man leaned against the door frame, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "I'm angry again. , one more time." Obviously there was no benefit to be gained from talking to such a person, so the nun kept silent and continued to chant.
The sloppy man stopped teasing the nun and asked, "Where's the purple undergarment?" The nun didn't look back, but continued to beat the wooden fish rhythmically and said, "Chant in the side room." The sloppy man said
He said "Oh" without closing the door for the nun, turned around and walked to the side. The nun sighed and seemed helpless towards him. She must have been used to his temper, so she muttered softly.
"Sin", stood up and closed the door. Walking to the side door, the slovenly man raised his hand and knocked on the door this time.
After waiting for a few breaths, the door opened. The person who opened the door was a nun wearing short-sleeved purple clothes. Even her bald head could not conceal her good looks.
It's just that this is a nondescript outfit, but it really doesn't look like a cassock.
"Master." The purple-clothed nun was slightly surprised when she saw the sloppy man in front of her, and she called out. Different from other people's pitches, this one has a very precise range of voice, with no tone rather than a soft voice.
This nondescript title may make others a little surprised when they hear it. sloppy man
She said "Yes" in agreement and asked, "You have nothing to do recently?" The nun in purple gave way to let the sloppy man into the house, but the sloppy man leaned against the door frame and had no intention of entering the house.
The nun in purple said, "No, Master." The sloppy man stopped talking and raised his head to take a sip of wine. The purple-robed nun asked again: "Master, why are you free to come down the mountain today? Is there not enough wine?"
"No, no." The slovenly man waved his hands, turned around and walked to the opposite side of the door. He knelt down on the edge of the corridor, picked up a piece of withered grass from the corridor, held it in his mouth, and said, "This is the wine you brought from the mountain at the beginning of the month. How much." Purple-dressed nun
"Oh" I said, not knowing what to say. The sloppy man added: "Pack up your things today and tell the Prajna nun that you will go find your mother tomorrow."
"Yes, Master." The nun in purple clasped her hands together and bowed. She didn't ask why she was suddenly asked to go home, just like she didn't ask the master why he came down the mountain today after not coming down for three years.
She felt that she shouldn't ask, and she didn't need to ask, as if she was afraid that if she asked, she would break the Zen she had learned over the past thirty years, and it was taboo to say anything more.
This little nun has never known who her parents are since she can remember, so she wanders around the world begging for a living.
I've eaten other people's leftovers, seen others look at me coldly, I've fought over a bowl of soup with a dog, I've fought over a bite of steamed buns with a boy several years older than me, I've been beaten and scolded, and even in the cold winter, I couldn't bear to wear a single coat. Even though he was saving people, he gritted his teeth and told himself that he had to survive.
She thought that she couldn't die, so she should find her parents and ask why she was abandoned.
Instead of waiting for her parents, she waited for a drunk and sloppy man. That night, the man stood at the base of the wall and vomited completely while holding on to the wall. She happened to fall asleep at the base of the wall, and unfortunately, the drunk man vomited all over her body.
The man seemed to have sobered up instantly, and while apologizing, he wiped the filth on her body that he had spit out without being too dirty.
She was dirty, and the more she rubbed her, the dirtier she became. In the end, even that sloppy man had dirt on her hands, which made the man laugh.
So that night the man sat next to her, sitting in the filth that smelled of alcohol, and told her a lot.
He said that he was very happy today, so he drank a lot of wine, probably from the moment he opened his eyes in the morning until now.
He said that he went to a place where the swordsmen were particularly good at martial arts, and after winning the sword battle that they were proud of, he could marry the most beautiful woman in the world after a while.
He said, this little girl is also a beauty. When she grows up, she can charm all the men in the world, but she is still not as good as his soon-to-be wife.
He said that he had already thought of the names of the children, one, two, three, four and five. It would be best to have nine children, because nine and nine are of the same mind.
He also said: "How about you be my daughter, and let me get through the addiction of being a father first. You will have exactly ten children, perfect." There are such people in the world, naming their children is like a drinking order.
Before she, a little girl, could react, the sloppy man raised his extremely dirty hands and scratched his messy hair, and said: "No, no, my wife will be angry if she knows that I have a daughter. What if I don't?" What will you do if you marry me?" This sloppy man thought for a long time, thinking that she, a beggar, fell asleep on top of him without hearing the man speak.
When she opened her eyes again, it was already daylight, and the man was still there, letting her rest on her pillow, covered in stains and unkempt hair.
The first words she heard when she opened her eyes were: "How about I become your master? It's the master, not the master." Her flat and straight tones were accurate.
It’s the sound of going away, not the sound of whispering. This was the first sentence she heard when she woke up, and it was also the first sentence that marked a turning point in her life.
From then on, she followed this sloppy man back home, which was a large courtyard built on the mountain.
Not long after, she saw the woman who she thought should be the most beautiful woman in the world. She shouted uncontrollably
"Mom", he called an older girl who had not yet walked through the door.
"mother". Everyone who came to congratulate me didn't want to laugh. They all wanted to see how this woman who came from the most powerful swordsmanship in the martial arts would deal with it.
It wasn't until she grew up that the little girl understood the three virtues of women's obedience and the four virtues, and then realized that the woman had promised and then said
How much courage it takes to "scream again". Afterwards, the abbot of Baima Temple, the oldest person among those who congratulated her, said that she was born with relics in her body, and she was taken into Buddhism not long after.
Every time the mother whom she still thinks is a hundred times more beautiful than herself gives birth to a child, the sloppy man will take her home and tell her that this is her sister and this is her brother.
The mother coaxed the child and said, "This is your sister." From then on, she thought that she could not die and had to protect these brothers and sisters, as well as this mother who was prettier than herself.
But she still didn't do it. Just say that in her eyes, the most recent one could cause a catastrophe to break her cultivation and return her to great perfection. She and her master fought fiercely at the foot of the mountain for a whole night. The wind howled, the clouds pressed down on thousands of mountains, the thunder rolled, and the sky was filled with tinkling lights. Go to that old man and ask him something that is deep in his heart. Ask him why he forces his children and grandchildren to do things they don’t like.
She felt that she had not done a good job because she, the elder sister, had not protected her younger brother and sister.
She smashed the entire Buddhist hall in anger, and the slovenly man just came over and told her: "The time has not come yet, and it is necessary to build a golden body again." At that time, she did not know what the time was. She asked the master and did not tell her, he just asked her to chant through.
The nun in the temple asked her to recite the Diamond Sutra three thousand times to atone for her sins. The sloppy man said that three thousand times was not enough and he had to recite it sixty thousand times.
Then recite it, as long as it can offset the regret in your heart for not taking the sixty sticks for Master, and for not helping your sister and brother share their worries, don't say it sixty thousand times, even if you recite it until you die.
She really recited it 60,000 times. After reciting it once, she made a mark on the wall until the gray bricks were exposed on the yellow wall. Let’s talk about what others saw back then. She, who was born with relics in the mouth of the abbot of Baima Temple in Xibo, broke down the door and went to the south of the Yangtze River regardless of the obstruction of the monks in the temple. The Bai family in the south of the Yangtze River was blocked from going north for 300 miles.
She felt that what she had done was not enough. As a daughter, she failed to protect her mother and failed to share the burden with her father.
Breaking the prohibition on killing and copying the Heart Sutra 3,000 times could not quell the hatred at the grave. Especially when she went there early in the morning during the Qingming Festival and saw the master sleeping on the monument no matter whether it was windy or rainy, she felt even more useless. Looking at the four big characters, she felt that the bullshit relic was no more than a plaything in the hands of future generations.
It's better to take that sword for yourself. She often thinks this way, so every time she reads the last sentence of the scripture
"I wish I could kill all the Bai family members to make a way for my mother." Even the back of the paper could not quell the regret in her heart. She hated herself so much for several years.
She felt that the so-called opportunity was nothing more than chance. Until this man who had always been slovenly had not left the mountain for three years and had not left Xibo for three years and had not entered the capital for three years, she now felt that the time had come.
"Master, I can leave right now." The nun in purple said.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute." The slovenly man turned around and muttered: "When my sister and brother come back, you have to pick up the wind cleanly." The nun named Zi Ru still clasped her hands and bowed slightly, saying the Buddha's name .
At that time, someone in the capital said that there was a dazzling golden light at Jingxin Temple in the west of the city.
