The sun and moon turn hundreds of times, and the dead leaves are covered with red.
The small town in the south of the Yangtze River, with its green and white colors, has another ray of dying sun color.
The grass leaves are withered and yellow, and the weeping willows poke out thousands of slender branches into the river, and the flowing water still carries the willow leaves into the river.
The boat swayed and pushed aside the floating leaves in the water, and slowly passed under one small stone bridge after another. The boatman would lower his body every time he passed under a stone bridge.
Whenever a boat passes under the attic, someone will often look up at the white clothes above the attic and sigh with regret.
Everyone in this small Jiangnan town knew that not long after Su Juren got married, his wife suddenly disappeared.
Since then, Na Su Baiyi has been staying in the attic, either painting or playing chess alone.
Above the attic, Su Jingyan was still sitting there. The willow leaves outside the building were blown down by the wind, and a lot of them had fallen on the white Confucian clothes.
There were already countless games played on that chessboard by one person alone.
This one-man chess ability requires him to constantly switch roles and positions between the two sides of the game, but he seems to have two personalities without bothering at all.
One plays chess in a free and easy way, while the other plays chess with endless Confucianism.
After the game was over, Su Jingyan was in a daze for a long time, and he lost again.
He turned to look at the scene outside the building and sighed... Another season has passed.
...Ning Baixue still hasn't come back.
A person floated into the attic. Looking at Su Jingyan who had been sitting there for a long time, he sighed deeply: "Amitabha..."
"Since my little friend has already put down these thousands of bitter fruits, why bother to pick them up again..."
Su Jingyan looked at the old monk and pointed to the seat opposite the tea seat: "Master Huikong, please take a seat..."
"Amitabha..." Master Huikong shook his head and sighed slightly, then sat opposite Su Jingyan.
Su Jingyan cleared the chessboard, put the two colors of chess pieces together, raised his head and looked at Master Huikong, and asked slowly:
"How about the next round?"
Master Huikong looked deeply at Su Jingyan and smiled bitterly: "Then let's play a game with my little friend..."
"The visitor is a guest, so let the master leave first..." Su Jingyan said slowly.
Master Huikong nodded, took out a white piece, and slowly placed it on the chessboard.
Su Jingyan saw Master Huikong's position and laughed: "Master is still so safe..."
"If you fight, you won't fight. If you don't fight, you will fight..." Master Huikong said slowly.
"Since there is no fighting..." Su Jingyan put down a sunspot and said slowly: "Why did the master give me a jade pendant that year to change my life?"
Master Huikong was stunned, then put down a chess piece with a wry smile, "Sure enough, my little friend picked it up..."
That year, the fortune teller who gave Su Jingyan a jade pendant before the provincial examination was none other than Master Huikong!
It was that jade pendant that made Su Jingyan's life different...
"Since it's reincarnation, why bother going through the same old path again?" Master Huikong asked.
Su Jingyan looked up at Master Huikong and smiled, "Master is really amazing..."
"No..." Master Huikong shook his head, looked at Su Jingyan and said slowly:
"The amazing thing is little friend..."
Su Jingyan smiled, put down a sunspot, raised his head and asked Huikong: "In that case...does Master think it is..."
"Am I his reincarnation, or is he my reincarnation?"
Master Huikong raised a white chess piece but put it on the chessboard for a long time. After a long time, he said, "Is there any difference?"
Su Jingyan looked at Huikong and finished speaking. After that, he also put down a chess piece that seemed to have nothing to do with before, "Of course... I am Su Jingyan and he is Su Mo."
"If this reincarnation is true, then Su Mo is false. If that reincarnation is true, then Su Jingyan is false..."
"Buddha said: The past mind cannot be grasped, the present mind cannot be grasped, the future mind cannot be grasped..." Master Huikong said slowly.
The heart is like a long river. As soon as you say "future", that "future" is already now, and as soon as you say "now" it is already past.
"My little friend, if you look inside the reincarnation and look outside the reincarnation, Su Jingyan is the truth. If you look outside the reincarnation and look inside the reincarnation, Su Mo is the truth..."
"If you don't pick up the bitter pill, little friend, the two reincarnations will not intersect..."
"But once little friends pick up the past, that reincarnation becomes true both inside and outside... Su Mo and Su Jingyan are both little friends..."
"In the eyes of the poor monk, there is no difference..."
"Everything in this reincarnation, except for my little friend, is fake."
Su Jingyan nodded, agreeing that the reincarnation was true both inside and outside. But then he shook his head again: "What the master said is not entirely correct..."
"Even if I don't pick up the past, the two reincarnations still intersect, and I'm not the only one who is real..."
"Oh?" Master Huikong said doubtfully, "Then what else is true?"
"And my wife... Ning Baixue..." Su Jingyan smiled.
"...That silly woman is also true..."
Although he was talking about a stupid woman, his tone was full of care and affection.
Master Huikong was stunned and looked deeply at Su Jingyan. When he lowered his head to make another move, he found that he had nowhere to put it...
"Master, you lost..."
Master Huikong's eyes flashed with understanding, and he finally put down the chess piece in his hand...
"Secondly..." Su Jingyan looked at Master Huikong again and asked slowly: "Does Master really think that this reincarnation is all fake?"
"What did you see, little friend?" Master Huikong asked.
"If reincarnation is all fake, why does Master still recognize me?"
Master Huikong shook his head and looked at Su Jingyan but said nothing.
"All appearances are false. If you see all appearances that are not appearances, then you will see the Tathagata..." Su Jingyan said.
"The reincarnation in the mirror of reincarnation is real because of me..."
The wind blew the dead leaves into the attic...
The two flying swallows under the eaves of the attic have not returned either.
"My little friend, why haven't you gone back yet?" Master Huikong asked.
Su Jingyan sighed and looked at the sky:
"Still waiting for my wife..."
...
Autumn passes and winter comes, and time passes quietly.
White snow fell again in the south of the Yangtze River. The white snow piled up on the green paint tiles, reflecting the vast blue and white color.
The divine realm is closed, and Ning Baixue still hasn’t come back...
Su Mo looked at the vast scenery outside, sighed, and gently stroked the white Confucian clothes woven by Ning Baixue. The fragrance on it had long faded after a year of wind and rain.
Su Mo stood up slowly, and golden dragon patterns instantly appeared on the white Confucian clothes on his body...
Su Mo stood up floatingly, merged into the void, and came to a place with the appearance of sunset.
"This woman...how dares to lie to me..."
Su Mo seemed to have a hint of resentment towards the woman in his mouth.
Su Mo found the familiar place in the vast white snow and spoke slowly:
"This shore is the other shore..."
"Your tomb is my home..."
Biquge
