Ning Gu

The night is quiet and lonely, and a lamp is like a bean.

Xie Ling leaned on the edge of the small carved couch, dazed.His eyes were originally scattered, but he was brought back to his senses by the "squeak" sound from the Xuanguan door closing.But before he got up, his gaze was fixed on the Bodhi beads by the threshold.

He stood up to the threshold, but did not bend down in a hurry. He had been immersed in the ups and downs of the court all year round. Even if he forgot, some habits still couldn't be let go.For example, closing the palm of the hand without haste and choking someone's throat; another example, wanting something in the heart, but doing nothing.

He stood still in front of the threshold, looked out of the door, and asked the young man who called him Shanren with his hands behind his back, "Who is it?"

"Yes..." Lu Qi thought about how to smooth things over, as if His Majesty didn't want his father to know that he had come.He had an idea, blinked his eyes twice, and said nonsense: "It's my servant who came looking for me at night."

Xie Ling looked at Lu Qi's flickering eyes, and felt that he was not telling the truth. He looked at the young man in front of him and sighed almost inaudibly.He sat down on the threshold, turned around and straightened his robe, picked up the Buddhist beads, put them in his palm, and hid them under his sleeves.

"Shanren, Master Huixuan, how should we deal with it?"

"He..." Xie Ling looked up at Lu Qi who was standing on the straight bridge, but the scene that suddenly appeared in his mind blurred his vision.

The beads he had kept in his palm fell out due to his momentary trance, and rolled towards Zhiqiao.

He was about to get up to pick it up, when he heard the woman's silver bell-like laughter.

"Xiao Ling'er, you said that covered bridge," the woman and a monk sat together under the old plum tree, the woman pointed to the covered bridge connecting Mingtai to the east, and said leisurely, "How about calling it Biluo? "

Xie Ling, who was still a boy, picked up the Bodhi Buddha beads that had fallen to the ground, took them to his lips and blew on the dust, put the beads in his arms, and answered her, "Everything the real man says is good."

Miao Fa thought that he was perfunctory, so she frowned those bright eyebrows.Seeing this, Xie Ling added: "It's what the senior brother said, and what the real person said is good."

"The real person said now that this straight bridge is called Huangquan." Miaofa heard the words, and deliberately teased Hui Xuandao, "Little monk, what do you think?"

"Okay, everything is fine."

"Then if you go to this straight bridge in the future and go to my Nvying Hall, you will not be able to turn back."

"That's right, senior brother, on the way to Huangquan, you can't turn back." Xie Ling followed suit without hesitation.

Huixuan was silent for a while, and replied, "No reply."

Miaofa blushed when he suddenly responded, and her hands froze for a moment.

"Then my Nvyingdian, for a monk like you, should be Abi Prison." Miaofa knelt up, stretched her teeth and claws, and rushed towards Huixuan, scaring him.

With such an appearance, thinking about it, only a young boy like Xie Ling would be frightened, but this Huixuan cooperated with her, told her to fall down, hugged her in his arms, and said softly: "I'm not a vulgar person anymore."

Before the words were finished, Miaofa's autumn eyes looked into Huixuan's eyes, and the autumn ripples seemed to reach Huixuan's heart.He leaned his head and lightly pecked her mouth, once or twice, like a delicacy not knowing what to say.

He put the black hair on her forehead from the back of her ears, and said affectionately: "It's Abi Hell, so why not?"

The language of love is in Miaofa's ears, and the two embrace under the plum tree.

Xie Ling later read this love story to Zhao Zuo, but Zhao Zuo blocked his mouth, saying that he didn't want to follow the example of these two people from Xianshan, and go to this Abi Hell, and the word became a prophecy.

"Shanren!" Lu Qi was listening to the man's orders, but he didn't hear the rest of the text for a long time, but looked at the man with his hands covering his head with a headache.

He walked across the straight bridge in three steps and two steps, and came to the threshold in front of the hall, crying with worry.During the five years in Chongque, he had grieved, grieved, and contemplated.As far as the side in Zhaoxing Temple, it would be a lie if I wasn't shocked.

On the way to Zhaoxing Temple, he once asked Uncle Congshan if it was possible that his father hadn't died.He thought he would wait for the man's rage and call him ridiculous.But the reality is quite different from the imagination.Zhao Zuo looked back at him and said, "Don't disturb him."

When these words came to his ears, he was overjoyed for a moment, and he immediately lifted his robe and bowed his knees, kowtowing to this supreme person.Unexpectedly, that person didn't appreciate it, and walked on the mountain road with his hands behind his back, his voice was still cold: "After today, kneel to me again. Still not following?"

He followed that person with a smile, and finally saw him in that courtyard.

Now this person looks like this, he is anxious like an ant on a hot pot, he keeps calling "Shanren", but he can't answer.

"Pingzhi!" He imitated how others called his father when he was young, and whispered in Xie Ling's ear.Xie Ling's hand covering his head suddenly let go, he watched Xie Ling's eyes gradually clear up, and was about to ask if he was okay.Before he exited, he saw the person in front of him walking towards Zhiqiao.

Xie Ling walked to the Zhiqiao and stood facing the Hall of Nuying. In that memory, this Zhiqiao was Huangquan.He turned around as he said, and what he saw was the closed Xuanguan Gate.

It was almost dawn, and at dawn, Lu Qi was still thinking about how to treat the corpse of Master Huixuan, so he listened to the mountain man calling him to open the Xuanguan Gate.

He ran over as he said, but the hand that opened the Xuanguan door stopped, and he felt a little worried.There are several long steps under Xuanguan, and everything under the steps can be seen clearly at the gate of the temple, and the Zhiqiao is facing the gate.I don't know if that person has left, if he opened the door...

Lu Qi opened the door and withdrew, the sky gradually brightened, and the mountain wind slowly rushed into the Guanmen.

Xie Ling looked back and saw the back of the next person in white shirt holding a lamp.He didn't know why his heart felt like being pricked by a needle again, just like the feeling of saying the word "Zhao Zuo".He seemed to have watched this back view for many years, while feeling a burning pain in his heart, while being greedy at the same time.

He fisted the hand hidden under his sleeve, only to remember that the bodhi bead that should have been in his hand had fallen.He took a deep breath, suppressed the indescribable pain in his heart, and looked back for the scenery he could see through the gate.But he still unconsciously cast his eyes on the white-clothed figure, until he saw the white-clothed figure disappearing into the deep forest, he could barely look away.

After a long time, he saw a bell in the shape of a magpie hanging under the gate, the mountain wind came, and the bell was central.

The eaves magpie has a beak, and the beak points to a place, which is a bamboo house in the bamboo forest not far away, a bamboo house that has never appeared in his memory, hidden in a secluded greenery.

Lu Qi watched Xie Ling standing on the straight bridge, doing the same movements that Zhao Zuo did in the night, he suddenly seemed to understand why he often heard the palace people expressing their feelings in private, saying that his father was the most like His Majesty, and the most I understand Your Majesty.They are obviously two different people, but at this moment, they are similar.

Zhao Zuo looked back last night and saw nothing. Standing alone for a long time, Zhao Zuo stood on the straight bridge and confessed: "At dawn, he will call someone to bury Huixuan beside Miaofa. There is a small bamboo house next to her grave. You remember. The things he originally hid should be there."

Today Xie Ling looked back and looked at the tomb next to the bamboo house. He stood alone for a long time, and said: "We will take the monk to the bamboo forest in a while, and he will be buried here."

"But you want to be buried with a real person?"

"How do you know?"

Lu Qi couldn't help blinking again, and said, "I heard people say that real people are buried in bamboo forests."

"The person you're listening to knows a lot." Xie Ling didn't want to expose his nonsense, he could clearly see Liren's back under the steps.He just wanted to watch from the sidelines, he didn't want to delve into it, and he didn't want to take care of it.Just be his second son in the south of the Yangtze River, draw his paintings in Xianshan, and raise his flowers.

It's just that this world doesn't spare him.