To the east of Dabodhi Snow Mountain, less than ten miles away, there is a small tea shed, which is very simple, with air leaks from all sides, and the roof is only covered with a felt made of animal hair. Guests sit in it, and through the gap, they can see clear blue sky.
Every year from the end of spring to the beginning of autumn, when Bodhi Mountain is not so cold and unreasonable, many people who are studying or have doubts will rush here from all over the world, and the Mahayana Pope will be on the mountainside. Open a lecture hall, and if you are lucky, you can also chat with the respected masters of the Pope.
This season is relatively deserted, and the business of the tea shed is not very good. The boss is lazily wiping the table while watching the cows gnawing on the remaining grass seedlings in the snow. Far away is the voice of young herdsmen and women singing duet across the mountain.
But at this moment, a young man opened the door curtain and walked in, holding a cloth bag in his arms, a handful of white hairs were exposed from the gap of the cloth bag, it could be seen that it was some kind of small animal.
The man walked in without raising his head or looking at anyone, but just found a place near a corner to sit down, and whispered: "A pot of hot tea, and some snacks."
The owner of the tea shed quickly brought what he wanted, stepped aside, and continued to clean the table by himself, but he couldn't help secretly looking at this strange man.
The people who come to the tea shed to drink tea are not only local herdsmen, but also seekers from long distances. There may be some people with outstanding temperament, but he has never seen such a man who clearly walks in front of people, but is still in another place.
The owner of the tea shed thought to himself, didn't this make him meet a fairy
At this time, the man opened the cloth bag and took out a rabbit from it. The fur on the rabbit's body had fallen off in pieces, which looked scary at first glance. The man didn't dislike it at all, he stretched out his hand to cover its head, the rabbit seemed to be unable to open its eyes anymore, it raised its head with difficulty, supported the trembling head with its neck, moved a bit, and rubbed it with its soft ears. man's wrist.
The man seemed to lower his head and smiled, but that smile seemed to be scratched on the sand by a small wooden stick, and it disappeared when the wind blew. The rabbit's head slowly drooped, as if it could no longer bear the burden.
The man watched it slowly close its eyes, and its trembling body slowly quieted down. With his hand resting on the rabbit's chest and abdomen, he felt that it was getting quieter and more silent.
Finally, the rabbit stretched out one of its front paws with all its strength, and put it on the man's hand. Then, as if he breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly stopped moving, and the luster in his dark eyes slowly disappeared.
The man's fingers that were slowly combing the rabbit's fur stopped, and his whole body seemed to stand still there. For a moment, the tea shed owner felt that his breathing had also stopped, and he turned into a motionless stone.
So the owner of the tea shed couldn't help but said: "My lord, birds and beasts all have a lifespan, so don't worry too much about it. Birth, old age, sickness and death are like this for people, let alone it."
The man lowered his brows and eyes, like the portraits of those mysterious and serene sons of gods in Mahayana, handsome as if he had lost his popularity, as if he only had such a skin to walk in the world, only such a trace of soul, through his body Eyes, with an extremely lonely attitude, looking at the vast world.
After a while, the man whispered: "Birth, old age, sickness and death..."
"Isn't it?" The owner of the tea shed continued, "People are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless? If you raise some dogs, cats, chickens, ducks, fish and rabbits, after a long time, you will have feelings and be reluctant to part with them, but what can you do? ? These things are always going to die, you are young, so you can think about it."
The man stayed for a while, then suddenly raised his head, looked at the boss seriously, and asked, "How can you think about it?"
The boss gritted his yellow teeth, as if he was being asked.
How can you think about it? These things are just clear to the bystanders. How can those who are trapped in it think about it
At this moment, only one person said: "As long as you look up at the sky, look down at the water, look forward and see that big mountain, you will know how to think about it."
The curtain of the tea shed was lifted from the outside again, and an old man with a turban on his head came in. There was a mark on his forehead that looked like a bump from a kowtow, stained with dust, and he was wearing a worn-out robe. There were three or four patches on one sleeve, and the patches were patched, which made the solemn and solemn robe look a bit colorful.
His eyes were extremely bright, and his appearance was extremely amiable, as if he had a three-pointed smile.
He was dressed like an old beggar, but his expression was like a great priest.
When the owner of the tea shed saw this person, his hands trembled, and he almost dropped the rag in his hand in fright. He thought dumbfounded, my mother!
He once accompanied a distant relative to Bodhi Mountain, where he listened to a lecture given by the great master. He was fortunate enough to meet this old man. Although he didn’t know his name, he knew that he was one of the top wise masters of the Mahayana Pope. . At the moment, even the man who looked like a fairy didn't care about him. He walked towards the door in three steps and two steps. He stretched out his hands, palms up, bent down deeply, and said reverently, "Master."
The old man waved his hand and said with a smile: "The little old man just came in with the audacity to ask for a bowl of hot water, don't be too polite, don't be too polite."
The owner of the tea shed was so excited that he rubbed his hands. Isn't it a great honor for Master to come to drink water from his tea shed? The tea bowl was going to be stained with immortal energy, and it had to be offered in the future, so he ran down in response.
There were countless tables, chairs and seats in the tea shed, but the old man went straight to the man who was holding the dead rabbit, sat down, his eyes fell on the rabbit's corpse, and he sighed in a low voice as if there was great compassion in his eyes: "Mr. If you can’t see it, it’s because you don’t see it; if you can’t think about it, it’s because you don’t want to; if that’s the case, why are you obsessed with it?”
This man was Shi Wuduan who came to the Great Bodhi Mountain alone. When he was staring at the rabbit intently, there seemed to be a pool of shallow water in his black eyes, but at this moment, the water had frozen.
Shi Wuduan didn't even look at the old man, so he sneered and said, "Of course I'm not as open-minded as you, Master, what kind of person is Master, knowing that we set up an ambush, he withdrew from Dazhou Mountain so happily, and sold Xuanzong and Tantric Sect out .”
The old man lowered his head and did not confront him, his dirty fingers slowly stroked the scriptures on the magic pestle in his hand, as if he was reciting silently over and over again.
Shi Wuduan still didn't let him go, and continued: "The thousand-year-old secret agreement, but who would have thought that it was not the hypocritical Xuanzong or the ambitious Tantric sect that broke it, but the Mahayana teaching who was full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, and was full of life. What about Zong? The student was really surprised, master, what do you think?"
"I am a Mahayana person who respects the sky and the earth, respects mountains and rivers, birds and beasts, and every creature in the sea of suffering. What is the secret agreement to me? What is the fame to me? A clever plan, break the secret agreement, what reason do we have to be persistent?" The old man was not surprised or angry, but slowly raised his old eyelids, looked at the rabbit carcass in Shi Wuduan's hand, and suddenly looked around and said, "Poverty leads to change. Everything is born from flexibility and dies from fixation. Even the water knows that it will not be trapped in a lonely pool. You wait for the world of mortals, why are you so reluctant to let go?"
Shi Wudu felt that he was farting and sneered very much.
However, at this moment, suddenly, a faint puff of smoke flew out from the rabbit, just in time to be seen by the owner of the tea shed who brought out the hot tea, and immediately screamed "ah" in fright, Shi Wuduan's eyes flashed, With a flick of his sleeves, the tea shed owner fell down without a sound. I don't know how he did it, but the old man caught the teapot in the tea owner's hand.
The white smoke slowly condensed and turned into a human shape. Shi Wudu became more and more terrified, then he stood up suddenly, and knocked the table on which there were porcelain cups and bowls. I don't know how long it took before he called out softly: "Little Ion..."
The figure formed by the white smoke seems to be a little vacant, flickering lightly, looking at Shi Wudu quietly in mid-air, the gaze is so gentle, it doesn't look like Bai Li.
He seemed to have a thousand words, but he was unable to speak. He just moved his lips lightly, but no one else could hear him.
The old man lowered his eyes, sighed, and scraped the subduing magic pestle with his fingers in circles.
Bai Li's shadow became fainter and fainter, and within a short while, his eyebrows and eyes could no longer be seen clearly. He gently raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch Shi Wudu's cheek, but his hand turned into a cloud of smoke. Just touching his body, it dissipated gently.
He slightly raised his eyebrows, showing a somewhat sad expression, then stepped forward slightly, leaning forward in front of Shi Wuduan, his whole body turned into a wisp of indistinct white smoke, as if he was embracing him.
Then the white smoke turned into a thin puff, flew up into the air, circled twice above Shi Wuduan's head, and then reluctantly flew out from the door of the tea shed.
Shi Wuduan stood on the spot, frowning tightly, but his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't help stretching out a hand, as if trying to save the soul that couldn't be kept.
The old man said softly: "Ashes to ashes, ashes to ashes, he is returning to the place he should go back to."
Shi Wudu silently lowered his head and looked at him.
The old man said: "If the young master is willing, go to worship the mountain with me, and it will be regarded as a good relationship."
After he finished speaking, he drank the water in the jug and made a gesture of please. Shi Wuduan raised his eyes and looked at him for a while, then took out a few copper coins from his pocket and put them on the table, before he was polite, he strode out.