The ink burned hollow and listened stiffly.
He stopped shouting, he sat where he was, staring straight ahead.
"In the beginning, everything went well, but at that time, the sky in the lower repair world was severely cracked, the refugees were overflowing, and wild people died of starvation."
The eyes re-lighted, it was early winter, fine snow fell in the lead-gray sky, and a mountain road slowly appeared in front of the ink.
"I didn't expect that one day, when he and I went to the foot of the mountain to collect spiritual stones, we would meet a child who was about to starve to death."
The ink burned still looked numbly.
Chu nightning and guilt appeared on the mountain road. There was a basket behind Chu nightning, which contained the original stone of spiritual power. He was wearing a cotton cloak to keep out the cold and walked beside the guilt.
"Master." Suddenly, Chu nightning stopped and turned to look at the grassy slope, "There seems to be someone there?"
"Go and see."
The two walked over together. Chu nightning's slender and white fingers pushed away the grass. He was surprised and slightly opened his eyes: "It's a child..."
He immediately turned around and said to Huai Gui: "Master, come here quickly, look at him, what's wrong with him?"
What's wrong
Whether it is guilt or burning ink, it can be seen at a glance.
The child was dirty and smelly, and his clothes were ragged and thin, and the clothes would definitely not be put on again after taking them off. To put it a bit harsher, the dog in the temple eats the leftovers and lives more gloriously than this child.
If the child wasn't still moaning and breathing, it would have been no different from a pool of rotten flesh.
What's wrong? What else could it be.
Every time before a major disaster, the manpower is so meager and insignificant, let alone the death of a child, it is not uncommon to change children to eat.
Only Chu Wanning, who grew up in the temple since childhood, can ask such stupid words.
Gui Gui frowned and said, "Don't worry about it, go back first. I'll come and see him."
Chu nightning trusted the master, so he immediately got up obediently, but before he had time to leave, the hem of the cloak was grabbed by a dirty little hand.
The hand was so weak that the pulling force was so small, like a little milk dog scratching gently.
Chu nightning lowered his head and faced a small dirty face with unclear facial features.
The child's voice was as soft as mosquitoes, as if another snowflake fell in the sky, and it could crush him to death and crush him.
"meal… "
Chu nightning froze for a moment, but did not respond: "What?"
"...Rice..." The child whimpered, his face was black, only two white spots were left in his eyes, he trembled and made a gesture of eating rice, and said sadly, "Eat..."
Outside the picture scroll, Mo Ran blinked and returned to half of the gods.
But his mind was still numb, and he couldn't react quickly, but he felt that this scene seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
He looked straight at it.
In the picture scroll, Chu nightning has been stunned.
He widened his eyes in awe, and finally understood what he meant. First, he was at a loss and couldn't believe it, and then he was in a hurry and anxious.
He only knew that the world was good, but he had never seen a skinny child with only skin left, like a kitten and a dog that was about to starve to death, huddled in the grass on a snowy day, and the only thing that could keep out the cold was a summer dress. Cool rags. Holding him, only two words came out of his mouth.
meal, and eat.
Guilty said sternly: "You go back first."
But this time, Chu nightning didn't listen anymore. He looked at the little dirty dog-like child and felt very distressed. He hurriedly took off the cloak on his body and wrapped it around the child.
He was so anxious that it seemed that it was not the child who was suffering, but himself. He said, "Are you hungry? Wait a minute, I have rice porridge here, I have rice porridge."
He went to ask Gui Gui, but Gui Gui frowned.
"I told you to go back, this is not your business."
"Why shouldn't you care?" Chu nightning was stunned. "He... He is so pitiful, Master, have you seen it? He just wants to ask for something to eat, and then he will starve to death and freeze to death."
When he said this, he was a little unbelievable, and he murmured: "What's going on? Isn't it said that the world is peaceful? Why..."
"go back."
Chu nightning was stunned. He didn't know why the guilt would suddenly be like this. Finally, he bit his lip and said, "I want to feed him some rice soup..."
"I can't beat it, but I still agreed to him." Gui Gui Kongyou's voice with some sighs, along with the vast wind and snow, drifted in the ink burning ears, "I gave him a pot with rice soup and allowed him to go in person. Rescue the unintentional child. I didn't know at the time, what this would make Chu nightning feel, and what kind of choices he would make. At that time, I didn't know anything."
The ink burned blankly and watched Chu Wanning open the pot and put it to the child's mouth.
The child leaned over hungrily, but couldn't suck.
He was on the verge of starvation and had no extra strength.
The ink burns the throat and moves.
He suddenly felt that a seed sprouted in his skull, arching out of the mud layer.
He suddenly felt that everything in front of him was so familiar...
He looked.
He is recovering.
Then, at a certain node, the dragon broke through the waves, and the clouds and water rolled.
He stood up abruptly, his fingers clenched into fists—
He remembered!
"It's you?" He hurriedly ran towards Chu Wanning in the picture, his pupils shrank sharply, "Are you him? Is he? You turned out... You turned out to be... "
He couldn't speak any longer, and suddenly he covered his eyes with his arms.
The throat is full of misery.
He never thought of it.
It turned out to be Chu nightning.
—The child who was about to freeze to death in the haystacks was the one who climbed down from the mass grave after burying his mother back then, had nowhere to go, and was begging everywhere! !
The illusion and memory overlap, and the ink burn has never forgotten the boy who took off the cloak and wrapped himself in the snow.
Chu nightning asked worriedly: "What's wrong? Can't drink?"
Xiao Mo Ran couldn't say more, only a faint whimper came from his throat, narrowed his dark eyes, and looked at him weakly.
"Then I'll pour it out for you, don't mind."
The spout of the pot was opened, and the rice porridge was in the palm of the boy's palm. He held it carefully, he hesitated, probably because he thought it was a little dirty, maybe the child would not be willing to drink it.
But he was thinking too much.
dirty
From Linyi to Wubei Temple, on the way, the ink burned through the river, rain, and mud in the pool. He had eaten wild fruits, leftovers, and when he was most helpless, he even swallowed earthworms, licked ants, and ate dirt.
He crawled on the ground and leaned over to drink the rice soup. At that time, he only felt that the nectar of Yangzhi was dripping from his throat, and the person who gave him the soup was Jiutian Exile.
"Slow down, slow down, not enough." Chu nightning was surprised and sad, he looked at the dirty little head buried in his palm, miserable and embarrassed, greedy and pitiful licking the rice porridge, The tongue is rolled up, like a small animal drinking water.
"Where did you come from..." he asked involuntarily.
But the ink burned and sobbed and did not answer. After drinking the rice milk, there was only a little left in the palm of the hand. He refused to let it go.
Itching is the hand, pain is the heart.
"It's okay, there's more, I'll pour some more for you."
Chu nightning took a full hand again. During the process, the ink burned and looked at it eagerly. When his hand was stretched out, he came up again and couldn't wait to continue licking and drinking.
That full pot of rice milk, Chu nightning took a handful, just squatted and fed him.
Ink burning has never been forgotten.
In fact, in his ups and downs in his later life, he had thought countless times - what would have happened to him if he hadn't met this person at that time.
He deduced many possibilities and had many ideas, but in the end he couldn't escape a word.
die.
Starved to death, frozen to death, carried away by wild wolves and wild dogs, and devoured the heart, liver, spleen and stomach.
If he hadn't met this brother, he would have gone to meet his mother under Huangquan.
So later, when Mo Ran became the emperor, he went back to Wubei Temple to find the old benefactor, but because the time had passed for too long, he couldn't remember the face of the benefactor. Unspeakably irritable, he finally waved his hand and left.
At that time, the abbot was frightened, and he didn't know where Wubei Temple had offended Ta Xianjun, and he had been waiting anxiously for his departure. But the next day, the emperor ordered people to bring hundreds of boxes over, and when they were opened, the light was shining brightly, and it was actually full of gold.
"Your Majesty doesn't know who the old people are, so he treats them equally, and rewards each monk of Wubei Temple with ten thousand gold in return for the kindness of life."
It turned out that the benefactor he could not find after going around in circles, was trapped at the top of life and death at that time, was under house arrest by him all day long, and was bullied by him
Strangers in the past, that little brother took off his warm cloak and wrapped it around his thin body.
Fate played tricks on him, but he brutally tore off that little brother's shirt every night, and held him between the sleepy beds of the tent, upsetting the mandarin duck and the phoenix.
He went all over the world to find his benefactor.
Without knowing it, he forced the benefactor to kneel between his legs, humiliated in every possible way, and bowed his head.
The ink burned at the scene in front of him, and the bloodshots filled his eyes a little bit.
"How... how could it be you?"
This life, these two lives. The fate is deep to meet you, and the fate is shallow to mistake you.
It's all life.
Everything in front of him went dark again, and only the sound of wind and snow could be heard, and the voice of guilt and emptiness echoed in Youyuan.
"I asked the child if he would like to live in Wubei Temple, but the child said that he wanted to repay his kindness for his mother, so no matter what, he had to go back to Xiangtan first. I couldn't keep him, so I gave it to him. Dry food and a little silver tael." Gui Gui said, "When the child staggered down the snowy slope, Wanning kept watching from the same spot until his back was completely engulfed by the wind and snow and disappeared into the wilderness. Turn around and go back to the temple. I went to hold his hand, I remember his hand at that time, it was as cold as ice."
He was silent for a while, but the pain in his voice was still not suppressed.
"After that day, Wan Ning mentioned to me several times that he wanted to go down the mountain to help the Dao, but I refused. I even blamed him for being unstable in the Dao, and a stubborn stone fell into the water, which moved his Zen heart. Therefore, I punished him to go to the dragon's blood. After thinking about the mountain and the wall, he was trapped for a full one hundred and sixty-four days."
"He asked me to let him out at first, but then he was so disappointed that he didn't want to say a word. Every day for one hundred and sixty-four days, I would ask him about his enlightenment, and every day I hoped It can change his attitude, but the answer he gave me was always two words." He sighed with guilt, as if the snow was empty.
"Join the world."
Everyone knows that he cultivates the world, but he is willing to fall into adversity after seeing the suffering of a child only once.
"Later, he burnt me and his scriptures to the flames and rehabilitated him. I was worried that there was no way to go on like this, so I ended his house arrest. I planned to use some other methods to preach to him, and after another year, his spiritual Once the nuclear is stable, I can take him to the ghost world, and this is all over."
"... What I didn't expect was that on the night of the end of thinking, Chu Wanning left without saying goodbye. I only found a letter in his meditation room. The letter said that although it has been a long time, he often thinks about the encounter before The child who arrived was still very tormented, so he wanted to travel down the mountain for ten days. He was afraid that I would lock him up again, so he left in the starry night. I was holding the letter at the time, and I was angry and anxious, but there was nothing I could do. "
Guilty sighed, "I don't even know where he went."
A new scene lit up again.
This time, it was still in the Wubei Temple, between the courtyards.
Chu nightning has come back, he is full of dirty and blood, but his eyes are particularly bright and bright under the moonlight.
At this moment, he is like an immortal magic weapon that has been forged and finally unsheathed, and no one can stop his edge.
Standing in front of him with guilt, neither of them said a word.
However, the voice of guilt in the burning ear is still slowly telling: "Ten days later, he really rushed back on time. I was relieved, and I was secretly glad that there was no change. I planned to scold him and let him go back to the room. Go and rest well. But I didn't expect that what I was waiting for was a sharp knife without a sheath."
In the picture, Chu nightning knelt down and bowed to the ground.
Guilty frowned slightly: "What is this?"
"Master or I have been away from the world for a long time, and now the outside is really different from what Master said. The disciple sincerely asks Master, don't stay in the mountains, go down the mountain and have a look, this world is an endless sea of suffering, and it is no longer what Master said. The Taoyuan is gone.”
Guilty suddenly angry: "Absurd! Do you know what you are talking about?"
Chu nightning originally thought that telling the truth that he had seen with his own eyes would definitely change the attitude of the master to close his ears and listen. He did not expect such a reaction at all, so he was stunned and said, "Master has always warned the disciples to worry about the worries of others, to be troubled by the difficulties of others. . The village, what I saw was shocking, if Master went down the mountain and saw it, he would also…”
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a guilty anger: "Who told you to leave the mountain without authorization?!"
"There is no sun and moon in this mountain. You should cultivate to a positive result as soon as possible and soar on the ground. Why did you leave the mountain rashly and take care of the world before you have broken through the heavenly secret?!"
"The sufferings in the world are endless, how can you, a minor cultivator, be able to manage it? Why do you think so highly of yourself!"
The more guilty he said, the more angry he became, and the eyes of Chu nightning became wider and wider.
He watched his master pacing under the moonlight, fluttering his sleeves, pointing his nose and shouting scolding, scolding, the begonia flower tree cast a heavy shadow, and the guilt was shattered into pieces. Mo Ran looked at Chu nightning's face, first blank, then at a loss, then turned into consternation, turned into disappointment, and finally set the frame as pain.
Chu nightning closed his eyes.
Guilty and angry: "You know what's wrong?!"
"… "
"Please speak!"
"Disciple." Chu nightning paused, his voice was as hard as iron, "I don't know."
Guilty slapped: "You are presumptuous!"
Chu nightning's cheeks immediately floated a red mark, but he immediately turned his face back, his eyes flashed with incomprehensible and resentful light and shadow: "Master, you have been teaching me to behave properly over the years, worrying about people and the world, Why do you really want me to stand by and ignore the catastrophe?"
"... This is not the same thing at all." Gritting his teeth with sin, "you... what can you do now that you are out of the mountains? You are indeed talented, but the world is not at all what you can imagine. Why are you going out? The fourteen years of the teacher's nurturing grace, donate your body to the disaster for the sake of morale?"
He paused, the words were sonorous, and the stone fell to the ground.
"Chu nightning, you can't cross yourself, what do you use to cross people?!"
And Chu nightning, at this time, looked at his master with anger and sadness.
He raised his chin slightly, and the phoenix eyes gradually became misty with water vapor.
Guilty is probably never seen Chu Wanning with tears, the water in his eyes has quenched the fire in his heart, he hesitated for a moment, hesitantly said: "You... Oh, it's just, it hurts just now. is you?"
But the onlookers of the ink burn clearly know that it is not.
Where is Chu Wanning's slap in pain, he is a master who has been respected since childhood, and he will say a statement that is completely inconsistent with the tall image in his heart.
Chu nightning slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, Mo Ran heard the familiar words.
He said, "If you don't know how to save others, how can you save yourself?"
He froze with guilt, and his figure was like a motionless clay sculpture in a Buddhist shrine.
Chu nightning's voice was slightly hoarse: "The suffering of the world is in front of you, forgive the disciple's stupidity, I don't know why the master sits high all day long, closing his eyes and ascending to the sky."
After he finished speaking, he got up slowly.
Under the moonlight, when he left, his clothes were no longer white, and there was mud and blood.
But it was so upright and solemn, full of spirit.
"This immortal, it doesn't matter if you don't repair it."
Frightened by the guilt, his head was dizzy, he said sharply: "Rebel, do you know what you are talking about?!"
"I just want to do what you taught me since I was a child." Chu nightning is also drawn with swords, but between the relaxation, he trembled slightly, his eyes full of sadness, "You taught me, is your morality only in On paper?! Could it be that millions of disaster victims are homeless and orphans die day and night, what I should do is not to go out to help the Tao, but to accompany the ancient Buddha and cultivate Zen?!”
Roaring with guilt, his eyes were split: "After you ascend to the Tao, you can do many good deeds!"
Chu nightning stared at him, as if he had never seen this person before.
His chest was heaving, his palms were clenched into fists, and the river was flowing in his eyes. Mo Ran thought that he was going to swept the ground in the next moment, like a dragon breaking the water, setting off a huge wave and holding the guilty throat to let him know the ignorance of the guilt.
But Chu nightning trembled for a while, and finally did nothing.
In the end, his eyes were red and he said hoarsely: "Master, I am not cultivating for the sake of being free and free from the world. Is it only for the sake of becoming an immortal? If so, I would rather not. I would rather give up halfway, I I'd rather do nothing, I'd rather stay in the world."
"Put all I have, and die from exhaustion."
"… "
"Master, soar, and when I've crossed all the people I can cross, I'll come with you."
"Chu nightning!!"
Even if it is a fantasy, the ink can feel the anger of the monstrous anger at the time, the secret shudder in the heart, and the deep disappointment.
Why does this wood-carved clay sculpture dare to frown at the person who gave the order, "it", what is it? !
His eyes were red with guilt, and there was blood in his eyes.
He was unwilling, he was angry, and who should he tell the bitterness and secrets in his heart
He had nowhere to vent.
Finally, he called out Chu Wanning, who was about to leave the hospital, and his voice was extremely cold: "Rebel, you stop for me."