In a flash, six or seven days have passed, and the time to escape from the mundane seems to be endless.
But it's just like.
In fact, Shen Du knew it, so he took special memories of every moment he was going through. If he wanted to try to remember it more deeply and clearly, it was best to cross the Naihe Bridge and drink the Meng Po soup, and forget it in the next life. not fall.
On this day, they had already gone down the river and reached a town downstream. On the way, they saw an old man throwing a rotten tree on the road. No matter how Shen Du looked at it, it was nothing but a broken piece of wood, and he didn't pay much attention to it. But Zenzai, who was walking with him, saw this, but stopped and picked up the piece of dead wood.
Shen Du raised his eyebrows: "Why did you pick it up?"
Zenzai's slender fingers brushed away all the dirt on the piece of dead wood, only smiled at him, and said, "It's a good piece of wood, or it could be a qin."
Do the piano
Just such a piece of dead wood
Shen Du stood on the street with his hands behind his back and looked at him, feeling a little ridiculous in his heart, but because this monk always had unusual skills, he didn't dare to make an assertion and refute immediately, so he felt a little bit of absurdity. Distinguishing the taste of "watching your performance", he said coolly, "Then I'll be an eye-opener."
Zenya didn't justify anything.
There are still no people from all corners of the world in this simple and honest town. When I see this monk walking by with someone who looks like an ordinary nobleman, I don't take it seriously. At most, I think the two are really good-looking and different In general, just take a second look.
So the two of them can walk through the crowd safely.
This town is called Fangfei Town, which is a small famous place nearby.
There is a mountain outside the town. There is an ancient temple in the mountain. It has been called "Xiaoming Temple" since ancient times. Later, it was abandoned. It was only in recent years that monks from wandering parties settled here. tourists.
Before reaching the front of the mountain, Shen Du saw the splendid peach blossoms on the mountain.
"Shi Yun, in April, the world is full of Fang Fei, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temples begin to bloom. That's why the town is called 'Fang Fei Town'. Although it sounds a little bit powdery, it does make some sense when you study it carefully."
He read aloud, and somehow remembered Tianji Temple again.
"Speaking of which, I came and went in a hurry when I visited your Tianji Temple twice, and the seasons were not right. I didn't see any flowers or trees planted on the mountain. Is there only Bodhi and bamboo?"
"no."
Zenzai followed him to the mountain road, looked at the other scattered tourists on the road, and only shook his head.
"Bukong Mountain has worry-free flowers all over the Zen courtyard."
"Worry-free flower?"
Shen Du had never heard of such an uncommon name, so he was a little curious.
"The sacred flower of Buddhism, the famous scriptures are found in Buddhist scriptures."
Shanzai hugged the piece of dead wood, turned to look at Shen Du, there was a little bit of information hidden under the eyes of Qingming's eyes, and he just recited a Buddhist verse for this piece of "dead wood".
"All love and affection are impermanent and long-lasting; there are many fears in life, and life is in danger of morning dew. From love comes sorrow, and from love comes fear, if you are separated from love, you will have no worries and no fear..."
From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear.
If you are separated from the lover, you will have no worries and no fear.
This can be regarded as a passage of Buddhist scriptures that has been widely circulated in and out, and Shen Du has also heard of it, but in the past it sounded like the wind without leaving any traces, but today it has a kind of touching heart, want to laugh and think Crying is complicated.
He was silent, and walked alone for a long time.
Going all the way to the front of the temple, I saw the incense burner outside the main hall, and then suddenly stopped and asked in a low voice: "Good, if there is a catastrophe in this world, falling in love with me will be your catastrophe, right?"
"Buddha said, love the world. But if you don't love anyone, how can you love the world?" Shanzai stood behind him and accompanied him all the way up. Why can't you see where people are, "Everyone in this world is an ascetic practice. Breathing between heaven and earth, living a day, there is a day of catastrophe, and a day of practice. I was born as a person who committed sins, and spent half my life with Do it yourself, was and will be. But you are not."
"I'm not?"
Shen Du heard him say that he had been fighting against him for half his life, but he couldn't say what he felt in his heart for a while, but he remembered himself, but he didn't dare to ask, how to fight against him, so he only asked the last sentence.
Zenzai told him, "You are my only obedient heart."
Shen Du was silent again, and after a long time he said, "Did you leave the Chanyuan and rebelled against the Buddha?"
"There has never been a Buddha in the world, but there is a word for 'good'." Shanzai laughed and went to see the Buddha in the hall. His white monk robe was as clean as snow in the peach blossoms of the mountain temple. Shen Du only heard him come out of the world peacefully. The voice, "that is, the heart is the Buddha, and my heart is the Buddha's heart."
…
In front of the Buddha, he said that there has never been a Buddha in the world.
In front of the Buddha, I said that my heart is the Buddha's heart.
Shen Du suddenly couldn't describe the feeling in his heart at this moment. He only felt that the outline of this snow-white body was deeply imprinted in his heart, and maybe he would not forget it in the next life.
It's just that he spread out his palm, and the faint lines of blood in his palm were already a faint dark purple. A bitter sweetness rushed up from his throat, but he was suppressed by the power of the Liuhe Divine Art. After standing outside the temple for a while, he felt that all the sensations came back to him. He slowed down and followed behind the monk. into the temple.
After worshiping the Buddha, swimming in the temple, and admiring the peach blossoms, they sat down in a pavilion on the mountainside. Strings, began to carve that rotten wood to make a piano.
As the sun approached dusk, the shape was actually carved.
Layers of rotten wood are peeled away, and a piece of good wood core is hidden inside. It has a crisp sound when knocked, and the chisel is hard and retains its shape.
If other people saw it and knew what happened before and after, they would be complimented by saying, "Dharma eyes are like torches, wisdom eyes discern truth", and they can find a good piece of wood that can make qin from a piece of dead wood.
But Shen saw it alone, and only watched it for a long time.
Looking at this ugly qin, and also at Zenzai's fingers adjusting the strings, he laughed inexplicably and asked, "A qin is made from rotten wood, but its quality is inferior, how can it produce holy sounds?"
Shanzai looked back at him, but at the moment the sun was setting in the west, and the dazzling light of the twilight fell on Shen Du's body, all behind him, making the expression on his face blurred in the dimness and unable to see clearly.
But why should we see it with the naked eye
He looked back, only pressed his slender fingers on the strings, and replaced his answer with the gushing sound.
Not really a good sound.
But the tune came out slowly, and when it was gradually connected by one or two monotonous sounds, it gave people a different feeling.
Clearly very simple, simple, but very moving.
Shen Du listened and slowly sat down beside the monk, looking up at the dying sky and the shadows of birds nesting in the mountains.
He is a devil and cannot understand the harp of a saint.
So I just remembered an allusion I had read, and said jokingly: "It's good, it's like Mount Tai; it's good, it's like a river. It's good, it's good..."
Shanzai knew that he was talking about mountains and rivers, and also knew that he was joking with the word "Shanzai" in it, but he had no other reaction.
Shen Du blinked, feeling a little sleepy.
But he still wanted to speak: "Monk, it's not that rotten wood can be carved into a qin, but you have a pair of benevolent hands that can turn rotten into magic, so even rotten wood has holy sounds."
Shanzai played the qin without saying a word, but Shen Du started talking.
He looked up at the sky, spoke, and forced the monk to answer.
"This piano must be called 'Shen Du', right?"
"Um."
"These days, I've been thinking, I'm a wicked person and I've done a lot of wrong things. If I met you many years earlier, what would I look like and what would I do. But after thinking about it, I feel too greedy. It's fortunate, not to mention that you like me too?"
"like."
"Monk, don't leave until I die, okay?"
"… it is good."
"Don't lie to me?"
"Do not lie to you."
The blood-red sunset quietly hides in the outline of the mountains.
The mountain temple rang the evening bell.
The sound of the piano also converged into the reverberation of the bell, and there was a kind of indifference for a while, and it was like a sigh echoing in the vast mountains.