"Donor, you're awake, just in time, hurry up and have some fast food while it's hot."
A voice that turned from worry to surprise, soon after he opened his eyes, sounded in his ear, making Shen Du a little dazed.
Following the voice, he turned his eyes and saw a monk.
The place where he is now is actually a meditation room, and the furnishings are quite rudimentary. The one who just spoke was the monk standing beside his bed, dressed in a gray monk robe, with a look of curiosity in addition to surprise.
It was early morning, and the sound of birds chirping outside.
Shen Du felt a little foggy in his head, turned his head and glanced out of the half-open window, and saw two peach blossoms sticking out obliquely in the blue color outside the window.
monk.
peach.
on the mountain.
in the temple.
Fangfei Town, Xiaoming Temple.
Almost without asking, Shen Du already knew where he was, so he sat there in a daze, and his memory went back to yesterday, when he went up the mountain to visit the temple with Shanzai in his mind.
But what happened after that is not remembered.
You seem to have fallen asleep leaning against the monk in the pavilion on the mountainside
A strange kind of panic suddenly appeared. Shen Du lifted the thin quilt on his body and was about to get up. Unexpectedly, as soon as his feet fell, he felt the meridians all over his body soften, and the pain of bone erosion came from the bones of his limbs, and he was caught off guard. It fell down.
The monk next to him was shocked.
It was really hard to react to this all of a sudden. When he came to help him, he had already fallen to the ground, and the skin on his palm was smashed, and blood was already bleeding.
"Donor, be careful!" The monk was startled, and he was relieved to see that he was not hurt too badly, and hurriedly helped him up, "The Master Buyan, who came with you yesterday, said However, the donor's body is sick and needs to rest, but he dare not move around at will."
"Don't speak the mage?"
A chill crept up quietly, and Shen Du was lifted up like a puppet by this unknown monk. He easily felt his extremely bad physical condition at the moment, and only stared at the blood dripping from his palm, and finally he was conscious. where is wrong.
"What about the others?"
"Master sent the benefactor up the mountain last night, saying that he and the benefactor are friends, but your body is sick and you shouldn't be tired, so I just asked us to borrow a meditation room in our temple to help take care of the benefactor." The monk looked at him with a pale face and a bit of blood. There was still a strange and gloomy purple-black air between his eyebrows, and when he remembered the silent expression of the silent mage last night, he sighed in his heart, "As for the mage, he left last night and only left behind. A prescription and a letter."
gone.
what.
gone…
Shen Du sat on the edge of the bed, with a numb expressionless face, and suddenly laughed, but for some reason his eyes turned red, he just said, "Where's the letter?"
"Donor wait a moment."
In a temple in a small place like Fangfei Town, the monks in the temple have not practiced for a long time. They all have no skills, and they do not understand the affairs of the rivers and lakes. Naturally, they do not recognize what kind of devil is sitting here at the moment, only to see him The expression was not right, so I went to the side to get the letter.
"That's it."
The letter was taken and handed over.
There was not a word on the clean envelope.
When Shen Du saw the envelope, the ominous premonition in his heart was confirmed. Under the emotional ups and downs, he couldn't help coughing violently, blood and energy all over his body, and even his face turned red and white.
"Donor, donor, are you alright?"
When the monk saw him like this, he was startled and worried.
"cough cough..."
Shen Du tried his best to calm his breathing, but his fingers were still shaking. No matter how many times he squeezed it, he couldn't completely calm down, so he felt an unspeakable sadness. The big devil who used to be swayed and closed, but now only ends up lingering on the scene...
The envelope was not sealed, just folded.
It stands to reason that it doesn't take much effort to take out the letter and look at it, but I don't know if it's because my hands are shaking too much or my heart is shaking too much.
So suddenly the envelope was torn open.
This sudden movement revealed a strange and vicious feeling. It was clearly just tearing a letter, but it was like a beast tearing at the flesh and blood of its prey, and it was like a weak prey struggling under the claws of the beast...
Extremely contradictory.
It feels fierce and vulnerable at the same time.
The monk suddenly took a step back in fright.
At this moment, Shen Du, who had opened the letter, remained motionless as if he had been pierced through his body by a spike that came out of nowhere.
There was no letter in the envelope.
After the empty envelope was torn open, what fell on the ground was not a single page of letterhead, but a dead butterfly.
A piece of dead wings floated up like a dead leaf.
The butterfly that had lost all its vitality lay at Shen Du's feet, and all the gorgeous colors turned gray.
Dead butterfly.
Yesterday's questions and answers were all in his heart, and at this moment they were all turned out from the depths of Shen Du's memory.
"Monk, don't leave until I die, okay?"
"… it is good."
"Don't lie to me?"
"Do not lie to you."
It turned out that the monks would lie.
this liar...
It was like a knife was inserted, and a sudden burst of embarrassment exploded. I don't know if it was the poison that couldn't be suppressed, or the blood surged too much. Shen Du looked at the dead butterfly on the ground. After coming out, the whole person's complexion quickly turned gray, and he fell to the ground unexpectedly!
"Donor! Donor!"
The mountains are lush and lush, and you can gradually see signs of summer. In the early morning, there were no pedestrians on the road, only a snow-white figure moved forward like a phantom. It felt slow when I looked closely, but in the blink of an eye, it seemed to be far away.
If Shen Du was here, he would definitely recognize him.
This person in the Tao is not someone else, but Shanzai, a well-known wise monk from Tianji Temple, and this mountain is near Wufengkou, which is the only way to get to Tianji Temple.
After a night of bloody battles, Wufengkou, which had been in decline, suddenly regained its legendary and terrifying status in the arena. There are even different opinions about the battle between the Demon Dao, the Tianshui Alliance, and the Xiefeng Villa.
These days, Wufengkou has become even more lively.
Shanzai didn't go in either. He just passed by outside this barren city and heard the comments of many martial artists. He didn't take it to heart at first, but a certain name made him stop.
"The way of demons is not easy now. When the big demon disappeared, I heard that before he disappeared, he killed Cui Hong for nothing, and even the corpse capital was confiscated and placed there. That Pei Wuji is gone, and now Yao Qing is left. Hold on, I'm afraid it's over."
"What's the end, you don't know yet, do you?"
"what do you know?"
"Hey, that bitch surnamed Yao was arrested two days ago. She was brought to Wufengkou last night. In two days, she will be beheaded in public and hung up!"
"What, was arrested? Who is so capable? She is the right envoy of Jian Tianya, she is too powerful!"
"Who else could it be, Tianshui Alliance."
"Tian Shui Alliance?"
"The fake Chiyin is said to be some kind of Dongfang Ji, but the real people who died that day were people from the Tianshui Alliance. The real young master has only been found now. Isn't this going to be revenge? I didn't let out the wind two days ago. Where did Lonely show up? This woman has long hair and short knowledge, but she is in the game? This time she was captured by Young Master Chi! Hehe, there is a good show to watch!"
"Young Master Chi is so powerful..."
…
When people were in the tea shop, Shanzai looked at the two people in the rivers and lakes who were talking, only to find that the two were vain and shallow in martial arts, and they did not avoid people when they spoke, as if they were deliberately trying to be heard.
Many people around heard it and really started talking.
He listened quietly, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes without saying a word. After drinking two sips of water, he got up and left. It seemed that he had neither any intention of entering the city nor any intention to save Yao Qing.
He just thought that...
Maybe just right.
The mantis catches the cicada, how can there be no oriole behind
The snow-white monk's robes fluttered in the wind. These days, he has become accustomed to having people walking by his side. At this moment, walking alone in the road, he suddenly gave birth to an indescribable desertion and loneliness.
Shanzai thought, after all, she still lied to Shen Du.
But he clearly likes him, that is, he can accept the upcoming death calmly, but he has checked his heart countless times, but he can't let go.
Knowing that everyone dies, but some people are early, some people are late, just like there is no lasting banquet in this world, he should have seen through it, he should have seen it through. Even as Shen Du himself said, saving him and detoxifying is only for a while, and he will only live for two years. The power of the evil spirits of the Six Harmonies God Art, which has been fully accomplished in his body, is not saved by medicine stones, and the result will be the same sooner or later.
But how can we penetrate it
From love to worry, from love to fear, no matter how much you study the Buddhadharma and read tens of thousands of scriptures, you will not be able to match the trace of delusion in your heart.
Even if he is only fighting for one day, he also wants to live alone...
The same section of the road, when I left, I left from Tianji Temple, and all the rules and regulations of the boundless Buddha Dharma were thrown away, like a young man who tasted love for the first time, reckless and impulsive; He became that Zenzai who had the name of a wise monk, without impulsiveness and recklessness, all the floating love and hatred died down into a pale incense ash, lying in the bottom of my heart.
It's like an eternity.
He had only been away for seven or eight days, but when he returned to Bukong Mountain again and saw the high triple gate, he felt a boundless sense of strangeness.
Tianji Temple, triple mountain gate.
The first mountain gate is engraved with "Shan Shui"; the second mountain gate is also engraved with "Shan Shui"; the third mountain gate is also engraved with "Shan Shui".
In the past, he only knew allusions, but now he knows his state of mind.
When you come, see that the mountain is a mountain and the water is water; when you go, see that the mountain is not a mountain, and see that the water is not water;
The landscape in the world never changes.
The world is easy to change is the human heart.
Love and hate are fate, and red dust is calamity. After walking through Mang Cang once, I know that if you have something, you will lose something; if you want something, you will have something to give up.
He remembered that night when the moon was bright and the wind was clear. He took Shen Du, who had fallen asleep, into the meditation room. Even his pulse became intermittent, but he was still holding his hand unconsciously. It was a kind of fear and nostalgia. attitude.
But who knows the worries and fears in his heart
The industry pagoda kills, the true Buddha relic...
The hardest thing in the world is the way back.
The scorching sun was setting the mountain and the wind was blowing, and there was actually a chill to the bone. The Tianji Temple Monument was standing beside the stream. Shanzai stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up. The Tianji Temple seemed to be in the clouds, looking down. Looking at all the suffering beings in this world, and looking down at him, a believer who has crossed the sea of suffering and returned to the shore.
Step up again, love is thrown away.
Shanzai lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, and finally bent down and bowed down in front of the first mountain gate, just as he used to worship in front of the Buddha every day, starting from the first step and worshiping all the way up.
The little novice who was frightened by seeing this scene went up the mountain to spread the news, and the monks in the monastery who heard the news were shocked. , I only felt that my heart was heavy, and I vaguely understood why he returned to the mountain gate.
But for a while I couldn't bear to ask.
Abbot Yuanmie sighed and said, "Good, why are you so troubled?"
"Happy times are fun, parting is always hard. Since ancient times, life, old age, sickness and death cannot be forced. But the disciple is stupid, so he insists on forcing it once."
The snow-white robe was stained with dust, and Shanzai Qingjun's face was neither sad nor happy.
"It's good to know that the sins of the heart are unsolved, and the sins of the body are added. It is full of karma. I only want to kill the Buddha's relic and cross the sea of misery. I wish to return to my Buddha for the rest of my life, repent of my sins, and keep the karma pagoda for a long time..."
In front of this high third-level mountain gate, he put down all the honor and disgrace, fame and fame in the eyes of the world, and bowed his head and bowed before the steps. The mortal world's emotions and desires were extinguished from him at this moment, and there was no shadow of any delusions surging.
At this moment, he became the wise monk Zenzai who could not even look up to him.
For him, he moved the ordinary heart, and also for him to escape the empty door.