The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Mo Ran listened hollowly and numbly.

He stopped shouting, he sat where he was, staring straight ahead.

"Originally everything was going well, but at that time, the world of lower cultivators was severely cracked, refugees were overflowing, and some were starving to death."

It was early winter, the leaden gray sky was covered with fine snow, and a mountain road slowly appeared in front of Mo Ran. The road was covered with a layer of hoarfrost, covered with new snow, and there were criss-crossing marks of cars and horses.

"I didn't expect that one day, when he and I went to the foot of the mountain to collect spirit stones, we would meet a child who was about to die of starvation."

Mo Ran still looked numbly.

Chu Wanning and Huai Zui appeared on the mountain road. There was a basket behind Chu Wanning, which contained the original stone of spiritual power. He was wearing a cotton cloak to keep out the cold, and walked beside Huai Zui.

"Master." Suddenly, Chu Wanning stopped and turned to look into the chaotic grass slope, "There seems to be someone there?"

"Go and see."

The two walked over together, and Chu Wanning's slender and white fingers brushed away the chaotic grass. He was taken aback, and slightly opened his eyes: "It's a child..."

He immediately turned his head back and said to Huai Zui: "Master, come quickly, take a look at him, what's wrong with him?"

what happened?

Whether it is guilt or ink burning, it can be seen at a glance.

The child was dirty and smelly, and his clothes were ragged and thin. If he took off his clothes, he would never put them on again, and there were holes in every thread.To put it bluntly, the dogs in the temple lived more gloriously than this child, eating leftovers.

If it wasn't for the child still moaning and breathing, it would be no different from a pile of rotten meat.

What's wrong?What else can happen.

Every time in the face of a catastrophe, the manpower is so meager and insignificant, let alone the death of a child, it is not uncommon for a child to be eaten.

Only Chu Wanning, who grew up in a temple, can ask such stupid words in a daze.

Guizui frowned and said, "Don't worry about it, go back first. I'll come and see him."

Chu Wanning trusted the master, so he got up obediently immediately, but before he had time to leave, the hem of the cloak was grabbed by a dirty little hand.

That hand was so weak that the pulling force was so small, like a puppy scratching gently.

Chu WanNing lowered her head and faced a dirty face with unclear facial features.

The child's voice was as soft as a mosquito's moan, as if another snowflake falling from the sky would crush him to death and crush him to pieces.

"meal……"

Chu Wanning was stunned for a moment, but did not respond: "What?"

"...Food..." The child whimpered, his face was all black, only two white spaces were left in his eyes, he tremblingly made a gesture of picking up rice, and mournfully, "Eat..."

Outside the picture scroll, Mo Ran blinked his eyes and returned half of his mind.

But his mind was still numb, he couldn't react quickly, but he vaguely felt that this scene seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

He stared straight at it.

In the picture scroll, Chu Wanning was stunned.

He widened his eyes in amazement, he finally understood what he meant, first he was at a loss and couldn't believe it, then he was flustered and anxious.

He only knows that there is love in the world, but he has never seen a skinny child with only skin left, like a kitten or puppy that is about to die of starvation, huddled in the grass in a snowy day, and the only thing on his body that can keep out the cold is a summer dress. Cool rags.Grabbing him, there were only two words out of his mouth.

rice, and eat.

Gui Gui sternly said: "You go back first."

But this time Chu Wanning didn't listen anymore. He looked at the little dirty dog-like child, and felt very distressed. He hurriedly took off his cloak and wrapped it around the child.

He was distraught, as if it wasn't the child who suffered, but himself. He said, "Are you hungry? Wait, I have rice porridge here, I have rice porridge."

He went to ask Guigui, but Guigui frowned.

"I'll let you go back, it's not your business."

"Why shouldn't it be taken care of?" Chu Wanning was at a loss, "He...he is so pitiful, Master, have you seen it? He just wants to ask for something to eat, and if he does this, he will starve to death and freeze to death."

When he said this, he was a little unbelievable. He murmured: "What's going on? Didn't you say that the world is peaceful? Why..."

"go back."

Chu Wanning was stunned. He didn't know why he felt guilty all of a sudden. He finally bit his lip and said, "I want to feed him some rice soup..."

"I can't help it, so I agreed to him." Guigui Kongyou's voice sighed a little, together with the vast wind and snow, drifting in Mo Ran's ears, "I gave him a pot of rice soup and allowed him to go in person Rescue the child who came unexpectedly. I didn't know at the time, what this would make Chu Wanning feel, and what choices he would make. At that time, I didn't know anything. "

Mo Ran stared blankly at Chu Wanning opened the pot and brought it to the child's mouth.

The child leaned over eagerly, but couldn't suck.

He was on the verge of starvation and had no strength left.

The ink burns Adam's apple.

He suddenly felt a seed germinate in his skull, protruding 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, clenching his fingers into fists——

He remembered!

"It's you?" He hurried towards Chu Wanning in the picture scroll, his pupils shrank sharply, "You are him? Is it him? You actually...you actually..."

He could not continue, and suddenly covered his eyes with his arms.

The throat is full of misery.

He never thought of it.

It turned out to be Chu Wanning.

——The child who was about to freeze to death among the haystacks was the self who climbed down from the mass grave after burying his mother, had nowhere to go, and was begging everywhere! !

The illusion and the memory coincide, and Mo Ran has never forgotten the boy who took off his cloak and wrapped himself in the snowy day.

Chu WanNing asked worriedly: "What's wrong? Can't you drink?"

Little Mo Ran couldn't say any more words, only let out a weak whimper from his throat, squinted 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 unscrewed, and the rice porridge was held in the boy's palm. He held it carefully, with a hesitant expression, probably because he thought it was a bit dirty, and maybe the boy would not want to drink it.

But he was thinking too much.

dirty?

From Linyi to Wubei Temple, Mo Ran drank river water, rainwater, and the muddy slurry in the puddle along the way.He has eaten wild fruits and leftovers. When he was most helpless, he even swallowed earthworms, licked ants, and ate dirt.

He prostrated himself on the ground and leaned over to drink the rice soup. At that time, he only felt that what was dripping down his throat was nectar from poplar twigs, and the person who offered him the soup was the Immortal of the Nine Heavens.

"Slow down, slow down, there is not enough." Chu Wanning 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 rolled up and down, like a small animal drinking water.

"Where did you come from..." he couldn't help asking.

But Mo Ran whimpered and didn't answer. After drinking the rice milk, only a little remained in the palm of his hand. He refused to let it go, and kept licking the palm of this little brother, making Chu Wanning itchy and painful.

What itches is the hands, what hurts is the heart.

"It's okay, there's more, I'll pour you some more."

Chu Wanning took another full handful, and Mo Ran kept watching eagerly during the process, and when he stretched out his hand, he leaned forward again, and couldn't wait to continue licking and drinking.

That full pot of rice milk, Chu Wanning took a handful of it, and just squatted down to feed him.

Mo Ran never forgot.

In fact, in the later ups and downs of his life, he had thought countless times - what would happen to him if he hadn't met this person at that time.

He deduced many possibilities and had many assumptions, but in the end he couldn't escape a single word.

dead.

Starved to death, frozen to death, taken away by wild wolves and dogs, disemboweled and ate heart, liver, spleen and stomach.

If he hadn't met this elder brother, he would have gone to the Underworld to meet his mother long ago.

So later, when Mo Ran became Stepping Xianjun, he went back to Wubei Temple to look for the old benefactor, but because time passed for too long, he couldn't remember the benefactor's face clearly. Unspeakably irritated, he finally waved his hand and left.

At that time the abbot was terrified, he didn't know how Wusai Temple had offended Ta Xianjun, and he was anxiously waiting for his punishment.But on the second day, the emperor ordered people to bring over hundreds of boxes, and when they were opened, the stream was shining brightly, and the boxes were full of gold.

"Your Majesty doesn't know who the old man is, so he treats everyone equally, and rewards each of the monks in Wubei Temple with [-] gold in return for his life."

It turned out that the benefactor he couldn't find anywhere, was trapped in the pinnacle of life and death at that time, under house arrest and bullied by him all day long?

In Stranger Years ago, that little brother took off his warm cloak and wrapped it around his thin body.

Fate made a trick, but every night he brutally and intimately tore the clothes of the little brother back then, and pressed him between the drowsy beds under the tents, and turned upside down.

He went all over the world to find his benefactor.

On the one hand, without knowing it, he forced his benefactor to kneel between his legs, humiliated in every way, and bowed his head.

Mo Ran looked at the scene in front of him, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

"Why...how could it be you?"

This life, these two lives.The fate is deep to meet you, and the fate is shallow to misunderstand you.

It's all life.

Everything in front of me went dark again, only the sound of wind and snow could be heard, and the empty voice of guilt, echoing in the distance.

"I asked the child if he would like to live in Wubei Temple, but the child said that he wanted to repay his mother's kindness, 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 some silver." Huai Gui said, "When the child staggered down the snowy slope, Wan Ning stood there and watched until his back was completely swallowed by the wind and snow and disappeared into the wilderness. Turn around and go back to the temple. I will 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 asked me several times to go down the mountain to help the road, but I refused. I even blamed him for being unstable in the Tao, and a rock fell into the water, which aroused his Zen mind. So I punished him to remove the dragon's blood Thinking about the past on the side of the mountain, he was trapped for a full 160 days."

"He asked me to let him out at first, but then he was probably very disappointed, so he refused to say anything again. 160 four days, every day, I would ask him what he had learned, and every day I hoped to change him. attitude, but the answer he gave me was always two words." Huai Zui sighed, like snow and emptiness.

"Access to the WTO."

Everyone said that Qingxiu was outside the world, but he was willing to fall into adversity just because he saw a child suffering once.

"Later, he burned me and his scriptures, and reincarnated. I was worried that this was not the way to go, so I ended my house arrest. I planned to use some other methods to preach to him. After another year, his spirit Once the nuclei are stable, I can take him to the ghost world, and all this will be over."

"...What I didn't expect was that on the night when I finished thinking about my past, Chu Wanning left without saying goodbye. I only found a letter in his Zen room. The letter said that although it has been a long time, he often thinks about the past. The child I met was still suffering, 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, feeling annoyed and anxious, but there was nothing I could do. .”

Gui Gui sighed: "I don't even know where he went."

The new scene lit up again.

This time it was still in Wubei Temple, in the courtyard.

Chu Wanning has come back, he is covered in blood and dirt, but his eyes are bright and bright under the moonlight.

At this moment, he is like an immortal weapon that has been forged for a long time and finally unsheathed, and no one can stop his sharpness.

Gui Gui stood in front of him, and neither of them spoke.

However, the guilty voice in Mo Ran's ear was still slowly talking: "Ten days later, he really returned on time. My heart was relieved, and I was secretly glad that there was no change. I planned to reprimand him and let him go back to the room Go and have a good rest. But I didn't expect that what I was waiting for was a sharp knife without a sheath."

In the picture, Chu Wanning knelt down and bowed to the ground.

Guigui frowned slightly: "What is this?"

"Master may have been hiding from the world for a long time, and now the outside world is really different from what Master said. My disciple earnestly asks Master, don't stay in the mountains anymore, go down the mountain and have a look. This world is a sea of ​​endless suffering, which is no longer what Master said. Taoyuan."

Guigui suddenly became angry: "Absurd! Do you know what you are talking about?"

Chu Wanning originally thought that if he told the truth that he had seen with his own eyes, he would definitely be able to change the master's attitude of closing his ears and listening.He didn't expect this kind of reaction at all, so he was taken aback for a moment before he said: "Master has always told the disciples to worry about others' worries, and to worry about others' difficulties... In the past ten days, this disciple has gone up and down the world of cultivation for a total of 23 days. The village, what I saw was shocking, if the master went down the mountain and saw it, he would also..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by guilt and anger: "Who told you to leave the mountain without authorization?!"

"There is no sun and moon in this mountain. You should achieve a positive result as soon as possible and fly up from the ground. Why did you leave the mountain rashly and take care of the affairs of the world?!"

"The suffering in the world is endless from generation to generation, how can you, a little repairman, manage it? Why do you think so highly of yourself!"

The more guilty she said, the more angry she became, and Chu Wanning's eyes opened wider and wider.

He watched his master pacing under the moonlight, flicking his sleeves, pointing at the tip of his nose and scolding him loudly, the crabapple tree cast a heavy shadow, cutting the guilt to pieces.Mo Ran looked at Chu Wanning's face at first in a daze, then at a loss, then turned into consternation, turned into disappointment, and finally fixed it as pain.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes.

Guilty said angrily: "Do you know that you are wrong?!"

"..."

"Please speak!"

"Disciple." Chu Wanning paused, his voice as hard as iron, "I don't know."

Huai Gui slapped her face: "You are presumptuous!"

Chu Wanning's cheeks immediately had a red mark, but he immediately turned his face back, with a puzzled and resentful light flashing in his eyes: "Master, you have taught me to behave in a correct manner all these years, worrying about others and the world, Why do you want me to stand by and ignore the catastrophe that really happened?"

"...This is not the same thing at all." Huai Zui gritted his teeth, "You... what can you do when you come out of the mountain now? You are indeed talented, but the world is dangerous beyond your imagination. What are you going out for? For Live up to the kindness of being a teacher for 14 years of nurturing, and sacrifice your life for the sake of emotion?"

He paused, the words clanged, and the gold and stone fell to the ground.

"Chu Wanning, you still can't cross yourself, what can you use to cross people?!"

And Chu Wanning, at this moment, looked at his master angrily and sadly.

He raised his chin slightly, and his eyes gradually became misty with water vapor.

Conceived guilt is probably because he has never seen Chu Wanning with tears in his eyes. The water in his eyes somewhat quenched the evil fire in his heart. He hesitated for a moment and said: "You... oh, that's all, it was just a fight hurt you?"

But Mo Ran, who was on the sidelines, knew clearly that it was not.

Chu Wanning didn't hurt the slap just now, he hurt the master he respected since childhood, and he would say an argument that was completely inconsistent with the tall image in his heart.

Chu Wanning slowly closed her 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."

Huai Zui froze, his figure was like a clay sculpture and wood carving that had been enshrined in a Buddhist altar and remained motionless.

Chu Wanning's voice was slightly hoarse: "The sufferings of the mortal world are right in front of you. Forgive me for being stupid. I don't know why the master sits high all day long, closing his eyes and ascending to heaven."

After he finished speaking, he got up slowly.

Under the moonlight, the clothes he wore when he went there were no longer white, and there were mud and blood stains.

But it is so tall and straight and solemn, and it is full of vigor.

"This immortal, it doesn't matter if you don't cultivate."

Conceived guilty and furious, his mind 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 Wanning was also on edge, but between relaxation, he trembled slightly, his eyes were full of sadness, "You taught me, don't your morals only lie 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 of the mountains to help the Taoist priests, but to practice Zen with the ancient Buddha under the blue lantern?!"

Guilty roared, his eyes cracked: "After you attain Taoism and ascend, you will be able to do many good deeds!"

Chu Wanning stared at him, staring at him as if he had never seen this person before.

His chest was undulating, his palms were clenched into fists, and the river in his eyes was surging. Mo Ran thought that he would rise up from the ground the next moment, like a dragon breaking through the water, setting off a raging wave and choking the throat of guilt to let him know his guilt.

But Chu WanNing 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 and detached from the world of mortals. Is it only for the purpose of becoming a fairy? If so, I would rather not. I would rather give up halfway, I I'd rather achieve nothing, I'd rather stay in the world."

"Give me all I have, and die of exhaustion."

"..."

"Master, let's ascend, I will follow you after I finish crossing all the people I can."

"Chu Wanning!!"

Even in the illusion, Mo Ran can feel the overwhelming anger at the time of guilt, the secret trembling in his heart, and the deep-rooted disappointment.

Why does this wooden clay sculpture dare to frown coldly at the person who gave it, what is "it"? !

Guigui's eyes were red, and there was blood in his eyes.

He was not reconciled, he became angry from embarrassment, who should he tell the bitterness and secrets in his heart?

He has nowhere to vent.

In the end, he called Chu Wanning, who was about to step out of the courtyard, and his voice was extremely cold: "Rebel, stop for me."