Introduction

The shadows scatter and the wine are cold. How can the sudden rain and wind be withstand the sky and the earth be misty? How many things in the dust are gone?

Destroy the leaves and branches to cleanse the old filth, let him cover it up. Looking up at the sky, I still regret that the rain has no edge. Thousands of green swords were cut off and the red leaves fell.

In the distance, the junction of heaven and earth was raining and windy. A lonely figure slowly appeared in the rolling and roar of raging waves. Only when it was close did it clearly see that a little monk who was ascetic and tempered was traveling here.

The sudden rain whipped the ground, the water splashed, dipping his ragged gray monk's robe. His tender face was covered with fatigue and dust. He was chanting ancient scriptures while carrying an umbrella on his way.

Master, where are you going to get such heavy rain?When passing through a dilapidated inn, a woodcutter was resting inside. When he saw the young monk refused to stop taking shelter from the rain, he asked in confusion.

After hearing this, the little monk did not answer, but turned around, folded his palms together, bowed slightly, and then continued to hurry in the rain.

Where to hurry?The young monk smiled bitterly, he himself didn't know that since he went down the mountain to practice, he had been more than three years. He was wandering all the way and slept in the open air, and wherever he walked was based on what he thought in his heart.

You are born with a Buddha, but you have a cause and condition in your heart. This time, you go down the mountain and walk in the rolling world, hoping that you can save yourself.This is what the old abbot of Zen said to him before going down the mountain.

Thinking of this, the young monk reached into his arms to grop and took out a round stone bead with an ancient appearance. Since he was born, he had held this stone bead in his mouth.

Everyone said that this bead is like a Buddha bead, and this son must have been born with a good Buddha, so he was sent up the mountain since he was a child and practiced meditation hard according to Buddhism.

Looking at the stone bead that had been pondering thousands of times, the little monk's face felt even more bitter. Do you really have a fate with the Buddha?

As soon as this thought came, a sudden thunder slashed in his heart. He trembled all over and said, and he quickly recited the Buddha's name several times. It was finally settled in his heart.

The cold sweat beads of sweat all over the body. The little monk let out a long sigh, his heart was still there. At this time, he looked around and noticed that the sky had cleared and the sun was tilted like Buddha's light.

And I came to a remote bamboo forest, where few people arrived here, and the weeds returned to the only bluestone path. After continuing to penetrate the forest along the stone path, I saw that in addition to tens of thousands of tall green bamboos, there was also a stone tablet with vicissitudes that fell obliquely to the ground.

Next to the ancient monument, there is a small stream flowing in the water, and a few lush grasses beside the stream, and a few flying butterflies also add some vitality to this desolate place.

When he walked to the lying flat monument, the little monk brushed off the fallen leaves on it and noticed that it turned out to be a tombstone. It turned out that there was a lonely grave under his feet that had been abandoned for a long time. The tombstone stood here alone, letting the wind and rain blow, and no one came to take care of it for a long time, and had already fallen to the ground.

He felt pity. It seemed that the tomb owner was also a pity person. He helped the tombstone that had fallen to the ground for many years, stood it back to its original place, and filled several handfuls of newly dug soil at the bottom of the monument. After confirming it was firm, he squatted aside and took a rest.

The little monk looked at the tombstone. Unfortunately, the inscription on the stele was already blurred. I don’t know who it was. The wind blew the leaves rustled. After thinking for a moment, he felt sleepy. He couldn’t help but yawn, and he didn’t care that the rain was still wet, and he unknowingly fell asleep next to the tombstone.

The shadow of the sun grows, and a dream is gone.

At first, there was a gurgling stream and a distant bell in the dream. He listened in a chaos, followed the laughter and joy coming from the world, and walked to the midsummer season when grass was growing and warblers were flying.

But the four encounters were deserted, and the wind was wrapped in sighs and sighs lingered by his body. The worldly affairs were over. He heard a girl beside him crying, saying that she had no resentment and no regrets.

Later, there were thunders and thunders in the dream, and the huge momentum between heaven and earth was playing against the whispering in my ears, and my sobs were mixed with disorderly breathing...

His heart was like a drum, and he kept walking to get out of this charming and seductive dilemma. Suddenly, a hoarse sigh came from his ears, saying: Amitabha, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless...

Who is whose suffering is, who can survive?

Until people's cheers and praises resounded throughout the sky, a heavy rain that fell at some point gradually subsided.

Finally, everything was silent, and a little fire was reflected in the chaos, and the vision gradually became clear. Not far away, a girl in red came and asked him with a smile, Who are you?

The little monk seemed to be frightened and could not answer.

She looked at him for a moment, smiled, shook her head, and waved her sleeves gently, as if saying goodbye...