Poor Monk

Six or seven days passed in a flash, and the time to escape from the mundane seemed endless.

But it's just as if.

In fact, Shen Du knew it, so he took special care of every moment he was experiencing, and wanted to remember it more deeply and clearly. not drop.

That day they had already traveled down the river, and when they reached a town downstream, they saw an old man holding a rotten log and throwing it on the road.But Shanzai who was walking with him stopped when he saw this, and picked up the rotten wood.

Shen Du raised his eyebrows: "Why are you picking it up?"

Shanzai's long and slender fingers brushed off the dirt on the rotten wood, and only smiled at him, saying: "It's a good piece of wood, maybe it can be used as a qin."

Make a piano?

Just such a piece of rotten wood?

Shen Du stood on the street with his hands behind his back and looked at him, feeling a little absurd in his heart, but because this monk always had unusual abilities, he didn't dare to make an assertion and refute immediately, so he felt somewhat absurd. Feeling like "watching your performance", he said coolly, "Then I'm about to open my eyes."

Shanzai didn't make any excuses.

There are still no people from the rivers and lakes in this simple and simple town, and they don't take it seriously when they see this monk and a person who looks like an ordinary nobleman passing by. In general, just take a second look.

So the two of them can safely walk through the crowd.

The name of this town is Fangfei Town, and it is a little famous place nearby.

There is a mountain outside the town, and there is an ancient temple in the mountain, which has been called "Xiaoming Temple" since ancient times. tourists.

Before reaching the front of the mountain, Shen Du saw the brilliant peach blossoms on the mountain.

"Shiyun, in April the world is full of fragrance, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. That's why this town is called 'Fangfei Town'. Although it sounds like a bit of a celebrity, it does make sense when you look closely."

He read aloud, and somehow remembered Tianji Temple again.

"Speaking of which, the two times I came to your Tianji Temple, I came and went in a hurry, and the season was not right. I didn't see any flowers or trees planted on the mountain. Is it only Bodhi and bamboo?"

"No."

Shanzai followed him to the mountain road, looked at other scattered tourists on the road, and only shook his head.

"There are no worries flowers in Bukong Mountain, all over the Buddhist temple."

"Worry-free flower?"

Shen Du had never heard of such an uncommon name, so he was a little curious.

"The sacred flower of Buddhism is famous in Buddhist scriptures."

Shanzai held the piece of rotten wood, turned his eyes to look at Shen Du, there was some news hidden under his clear eyes, and he only recited a Buddhist verse for this piece of "rotten wood".

"All kindness and love are impermanent and hard to come by for a long time; there are many fears in life, and life is in danger in the morning dew. From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear, if you are away from the lover, there is no worry and no fear..."

From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear.

If you are separated from the lover, you will have no worries and no fear.

This can be regarded as a passage that has been widely circulated in the Buddhist scriptures, and Shen Du has also heard of it, but in the past it was just like the wind passing through the ears without leaving any traces, but today there is a feeling that touches the heart, makes you want to laugh and think about it. Cry complicated.

He was silent and walked alone for a long time.

Walked all the way to the front of the temple, saw the incense burner outside the main hall, then stopped suddenly, and asked in a low voice: "Good, if there is a catastrophe in this world, falling in love with me will be your catastrophe, right?"

"The Buddha said, love the world. But if you don't love anyone, how can you love the world?" Shanzai stood behind him and accompanied him all the way up. Why can't you see people's place, "Everyone is alive, it is a hard work. Breathing the world, living a day, there will be a day of disaster, and a day of practice. I am a person who has sinful deeds in my life, and I spend half my life with Against yourself, always has been, always will be. But you are not."

"I'm not?"

Shen Du heard him say that he had been against him for half his life, and for a moment he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, but he thought of himself, but he didn't dare to ask how he was against him, so he only asked the last sentence.

Shanzai then told him: "You are the only heart I obey."

Shen Du was silent again, and after a long time he said, "Did you leave the monastery and rebel against the Buddha?"

"There has never been a Buddha in the world, but there is only a word 'good'." Shanzai laughed, and only went to visit the Buddha in the main hall. His white monk robe was as clean as snow among the peach blossoms in the mountain temple. Shen Du only heard him leave the world peacefully. voice, "That is, the heart is a Buddha, and my heart is the Buddha's heart."

……

In front of the Buddha, he said that there has never been a Buddha in the world.

Say in front of the Buddha, my heart is the Buddha's heart.

Shen Du suddenly found it difficult to describe his inner feelings at this moment, he only felt that this snow-white silhouette had been deeply imprinted on his heart, and maybe he would never forget it in his next life.

It's just that he spread out his palm, and the faint veins of blood in his palm were already faintly dark purple.A fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, but he was suppressed by the force of Liuhe Shenjue. He stood outside the temple for a while before he felt all the senses returning to his body. He slowed down and walked behind the monk. into the temple.

After worshiping the Buddha, swimming in the temple, and admiring the peach blossoms, they sat down in a pavilion on the mountainside, leaning on the railing alone and looking at the beautiful mountains and rivers around them, Shanzai borrowed the knife given by the monks in the temple strings, and began to carve the rotten wood to make a piano.

When the sun was approaching dusk, the shape was really carved.

Layers of rotten wood are peeled off, and there is a section of high-quality wood core hidden inside. It has a crisp sound when knocked, and the chisel is hard and retains shape.

If someone else saw it and knew what happened before and after, they would probably praise Shanzai, saying "the eye of wisdom is like a torch, and the eye of wisdom can distinguish the truth".

But Shen Du saw it, and just watched it for a long time.

Looking at this shabby qin, and looking at Shanzai's fingers playing with the strings, he smiled inexplicably, and asked: "A qin is made out of rotten wood, but its quality is inferior, how can it produce a holy tone?"

Shanzai looked back at him, but at the moment when the sun was setting, the yellow light of dusk fell on Shen Du's body and was behind him, so the expression on his face was blurred in the darkness, making it difficult to see clearly.

But why see with the naked eye?

He withdrew his gaze, pressed his slender fingers on the strings, and replaced his answer with the gushing sound.

Not really a good sound.

But the melody came out slowly, and when one or two monotonous tones were gradually connected into a line, it gave people a different feeling.

It is clearly very simple and simple, but it is extremely moving.

Shen Du listened, and slowly sat down beside the monk, looking up at the dying sky and the shadows of birds nesting in the mountains.

He is a devil, and he can't understand the saint's zither.

So I just remembered an allusion I had read before, and said jokingly: "It's good, it's as towering as Mount Tai; it's good, it's as vast as a river. It's good, it's good..."

Shanzai knew that he was talking about high mountains and flowing water, and also knew that he was using the word "Shanzai" to make fun of him now, but he didn't have any other reaction, just smiled and played the piano, letting him lean on him like a boneless one.

Shen Du blinked, feeling a little sleepy.

But he still wanted to say: "Monk, it's not that rotten wood can be carved into a harp, it's just that you have a pair of compassionate hands that can turn rotten into magic, so even rotten wood has a holy voice."

Shanzai played the piano without speaking, but Shen Du began to talk.

He looked up at the sky, talked, and forced the monk to answer.

"This piano must be called 'Shen Du'?"

"Ah."

"These days, I have been thinking that I am a wicked person and have done many wrong things. If I met you many years earlier, what would I look like and what I would do. But after thinking about it, I feel too greedy. I have to meet you Fortunately, besides, you like me too?"

"like."

"Monk, don't leave until I die, okay?"

"……it is good."

"Don't lie to me?"

"Do not lie to you."

The blood-red sunset quietly hides into the outline of the mountains.

The mountain temple rang the evening bell.

The sound of the piano also gathered into the afterglow of the bell, and there was a kind of indifference for a while, like a sigh echoing in the vast mountains and fields.