Walking through the collapsed mountain gate and walking to the front of the temple, reflecting the dim light of the remaining lamps, Mu Yunle felt as if he had walked from night to day. ,
The lights were not bright, and it seemed small and lonely in the thousands of miles of lonely mountains. There was still darkness and blur in front of my eyes, but compared with the darkness and the pouring rain outside the temple, it was extraordinarily warm, extraordinarily peaceful, and extraordinarily bright. The blossoming lotus flowers are covered with a halo, which is better than bathing in the sun, making people sigh that the lotus flowers are red in the sun.
Du, Du, Du Mu Yunle's mood suddenly became peaceful. She was born in the Huanhua Sword Sect and had always been poetic. She seemed to kill one person in ten steps at once, and the heroism of the hero who traveled thousands of miles came to the backlight and the moon. Just in the shade of the flower, there is a trace of ten years of sadness and purity in the heart.
Her face was soft and her eyes were gentle, but her inner guard was gone. She raised her right hand and planned to knock on the door.
At this moment, the door of the crumbling main hall creaked open, and at some point, the sound of wooden fish stopped.
Behind the door is a gray-robed monk with a haggard face. It's hard to tell his age. He's in his thirties, maybe forty.
Mu Yunle was startled. This monk looked ordinary and haggard, but upon closer inspection, you will find that his facial features are very outstanding. When he was young, he was a handsome man with a jade tree facing the wind. Now his spirit is like a rotten tree, and his eyes have an unconcealable look of exhaustion and fatigue. Burnout.
This is a judgment at a glance. Mu Yunle was able to enter the top five people in his early twenties. He is by no means a shallow person. He clasped his hands together and his voice was as clear as a stream: "I am bothering you late at night. Please don't take offense, master. I will wait for you late at night." When it rained, I was afraid of encountering monsters. I also saw the lights of your temple illuminating the darkness, so I came to stay overnight and asked the master for mercy.
Amitabha, just a few donors can do whatever they want. The gray-robed monk returned the salute with a calm tone and concise words.
Mu Yunle looked past the gray-robed monk and towards the Buddha statue in the hall. It is made of stone, with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, full of sorrow. Under the illumination of the green lamp, it is dyed with a layer of dim yellow, reflecting a faint light, and has an indescribable spirituality.
It is true that the Buddha statues were carved by ascetic monks. They are so pious that they have some Buddha nature attached to them, which can eliminate evil intentions, as long as they do not deliberately provoke monsters and monsters. They will subconsciously stay away from this place and Mu Yunle made a judgment that this is a place where they can stay and take shelter from the rain.
In the past ten years, monsters and beasts have been active. If there are monks left in temples in the wilderness, either the Buddha statues have their own spirituality, or the monks have extraordinary strength. This should be the former.
She turned her head and nodded slightly to Liang Jiuzhou and Wang Tong, indicating that they could enter.
Thank you, master. After Liang Jiuzhou and Wang Tong approached. He bowed.
The gray-robed monk said no more, clasped his hands together, turned around slowly, and walked to the Buddha statue. He sat down cross-legged, with dead grass under him and a tattered wooden fish in front of him.
Seeing this, Mu Yunle's eyebrows, which were slightly thicker and darker than those of ordinary women, wrinkled slightly. Liang Jiuzhou and Wang Tong also had doubts in their eyes, not because of anything else but because the gray-robed monk was sitting strangely. Normally, a monk is either facing or with his back to the Buddha statue, but he is sitting on his side, facing the left wall. There is a big hole in the wall. Outside the hole is the pond he saw before. The lotus leaves are deep green and almost black, and the flowers are fresh and refined. , coming out of mud but not stained
And precisely because of the existence of this big hole, the light of the remaining lamp shines on the lotus without any hindrance.
He didn't see the Tathagata, but he behaved strangely towards the lotus. Is he a Zen monk who scolded the Buddha and his ancestors? Wang Tongchuanyin Mu Yunle.
Mu Yunle did not have such an idea. His spirit merged into the world and everything around him was in his heart. The lonely ridge, the lonely temple, and the broken lamp. Except for the gray-robed monk, there was no sign of other people's life here. Even Pedestrians leave few traces.
A person, a lamp, a Buddha, a temple, a pond of lotus flowers, flowers blooming and falling, he was like this for an unknown amount of time
Mu Yunle, who has a sensitive soul and always writes poems, seems to be able to understand the deep loneliness, the deep loneliness, the desolation that no matter how pure or ancient Buddha can cover it up.
Such a monk should be hiding a past that he doesn't want to look back on. Mu Yunle suddenly felt a little sympathetic. He looked away and found a place to sit cross-legged.
After Liang Jiuzhou sat down, he vomited several times and said with a slight smile: Miss Mu, Mr. Wang, thank you for your help with the sword.
This is our duty. When Mu Yunle answered, he couldn't help but glance at the gray-robed monk. His eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and his spirit was hidden in his body. He didn't say a word, and he didn't knock the wooden fish again. Sitting there, he seemed to be isolated from the world of mortals. .
Liang Jiuzhou nodded and said with a smile: "Miss Mu's name has been heard by Liang for a long time. Now I am lucky enough to meet her. It's better to meet her if she is really famous."
Mu Yunle was quite surprised: Senior Liang, you, a strong person on location, have heard of the misfortune of your juniors.
Of course, Mu Yunle, the jade sword of the Huanhua Sword School, is one of the most outstanding figures of this generation. He is also known as Cao Buzhi of the Cao family in Huamei Villa, Fei Kuchan and Jing, and has the reputation of competing for glory in three days. Liang How could you not have heard of this? Liang Jiuzhou couldn't help sighing. Looking at young talents like you who are in the prime of youth, he always sighs at age. Old, old. Sooner or later, the world will be yours.
It took me nearly forty years to achieve the success of the exterior scene, and I gained the reputation of a hero, but the girl opposite was a little immature and full of vitality. She was already one with nature and man, and the road in the future would be much easier than mine, so why not leave the Yangtze River? The waves behind push the waves ahead, and it feels like the new generation is better than the old ones.
Mu Yunle couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, showing a bit of innocence, then he calmed down his expression and said seriously: Senior Liang, there is no difference between old and new people in martial arts. Yuandu is far beyond enlightenment. Maybe a few decades later, when you are still in your prime, the descendants who make you sigh are already old.
The little girl really knows how to talk. Liang Jiuzhou laughed and said, as if he was aroused to be heroic again. He turned his head and said politely to the gray-robed monk: "We are troubled a lot, and please don't take offense, master. I don't know what to call him."
The poor monk is really settled. The gray-robed monk answered briefly and concisely.
Thank you, Master Zhending, for taking me in. Mu Yunle still had the heart of a girl and smiled playfully, and Wang Tong also thanked him.
Liang Jiuzhou was startled, then smiled slightly and said: The master's dharma title is the same as that of a certain hero in the past, which made Liang sigh.
Which hero, why don’t I know? Mu Yunle’s eyes widened and he could see clearly in black and white.
Wang Tong was also curious and said: "The person who can call Daxia Liang a hero is definitely not an ordinary person. I don't know who it is."
Liang Jiuzhou smiled: Hey, there are many people who remember his name and nickname, but they still remember that he was once an abandoned Shaolin disciple, and the only ones with a real name are old people like me.
Don't call him a hero at the same time as me. In front of him, how could I dare to call him a hero? When he was in his prime, he was so heroic and righteous that everyone in the world was beholden to him and all evil spirits were afraid of his power. At that time, I was just a hero. The unknown person listening to his rumors on the roadside, well, I was born at the wrong time. I really regret that I never met him.
Mu Yunle's eyes were blank, and he still couldn't guess who it was. Wang Tong rolled his eyes, seeming thoughtful.
Okay, I will meditate first to heal my injuries and try to recover as soon as possible. Liang Jiuzhou made a hand seal on his knees, closed his eyes, and white mist gradually appeared above his head.
Mu Yunle was alert to the surrounding area, and saw the sound of rain outside the temple. The rain was like weaving, making the lotus leaves drip. Inside the temple, there was an ancient Buddha with a broken lamp, and a solitary monk in gray robes. He was suddenly moved by the scenery and sang in a low voice:
The prosperous sound escapes into the empty door, disturbing the world. The dream is cold and wandering for a lifetime. There are several love debts that go straight to the door. A broken lamp and the collapsed mountain gate.
The sound floats and is indescribably picturesque.
At this time, she saw the gray-robed monk turning his head, opening his eyes, and his voice was low and magnetic: Who taught you this song
Mu Yunle pursed his lips and smiled: "The folk songs and slang words made the master laugh. I was lucky enough to meet the Zhenhui Divine Monk and heard him hum it. I liked the artistic conception and secretly remembered it."
Zhenhui Divine Monk, the gray-robed monk Zhending, was stunned. It was Meng Qi, and he suddenly felt sad in his heart:
Zhenhui has become a divine monk. The past ten years have passed so fast. Life and death are blurred.
After Mu Yunle finished speaking, Master Zhending did not reply. When he saw him, he turned around and started knocking on the wooden fish again, dunk, dunk, dunk. His mouth was slightly opened, and the music echoed: Listen to youth, welcome laughter, envy many people
It has been ten years since the flowers bloomed and fell.
Mu Yunle was stunned when he heard the laughter of youth ushering in. He saw the broken lamp and the gray-robed monk facing each other. The clouds outside were dark and only the lotus flowers were in full bloom. The music was faint and the mood was sad.
This situation made her suddenly crazy, and she whispered:
The backlight and the moon are in the shadow of the flowers. It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.
The music subsided, the wooden fish clicked, and the low voice came up again:
Troubles are gone and the world of mortals is far away. . .
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