mayfly dream

In 766 A.D., Putuo Mountain was a big mountain three hundred miles away from the capital. The ancient temple in the mountain had a history of hundreds of years, and the incense was at its peak. At this moment, a young handsome man stood in the main hall of the ancient temple. A little novice.The man was tall and slender, with a resolute face, and thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his face.She was dressed in black but still couldn't conceal her noble aura.

"This benefactor, you are not in the world, and the old monk will not help you to shave, please go back." The host said calmly.

"Master, my heart is dead and I have no worries about the world anymore. Please ask the host to shave me." The man said.

"Benefactor, why are you doing this? The mortal relationship is over, and your mortal relationship is not over, how can you become a monk?" said the host.

The man knelt down and insisted: "I also ask the abbot to shave me, otherwise the disciple would rather not be able to kneel forever."

The host sighed, clasped his hands together and bowed to the man, then turned around and took the little novice away.The man continued to kneel in the hall, but there was an indelible sadness in his eyes.In the evening, the presiding officer in the Zen room stopped a novice next to him: "Chan Jing, is that young master still in the hall?"

"Yes, Master, still kneeling." The novice replied, and it was the little novice who was following the host today who answered.

"Hey, let him go!" the host sighed.

"Master, that young master has been kneeling in the hall for three days, and he hasn't touched a drop of water. I'm afraid it will happen like this..." Chan Jing said a little unbearably.The host stopped the wooden fish in his hand, opened his eyes, and sighed: "People in the world ask Buddha to save people, don't they know that only they can save them, that's all, follow me to have a look." When the host came to the main hall, he saw The man was still kneeling there.When the man saw the host coming, he lowered his head slightly, and still said: "Please also ask the host to shave me." Maybe it's been many days since I've had any water or rice, and my voice is a bit hoarse, but the tone is undeniable.

"Have you really thought about it?" The host's usual calm tone revealed a little helplessness.

"I've thought about it." The man replied.

"Okay. Zen Jing, prepare to be ordained." The host finally agreed to his request.Even though he agreed to shave him, but when he was shaved, the host looked at his indifferent side face but still shook his head and sighed in his heart: "He is a person who can let go of things outside his body and hate the red dust in his heart!" The blue hair gradually slipped, The man's heart was as cold as the stone slabs on the hall.Closing his eyes, he looked back at the past 20 years in his mind. The most important person who had appeared in his life had finally left him, and slowly spit out a few imperceptible words: " Goodbye, Qingge."

"Go away, just pretend that we have never known each other, and we don't need to see each other again." He opened his eyes suddenly, and the voice still echoed in his mind, lingering, and Chanhe couldn't remember how many sleepless nights this was. It was late at night, and it was still midnight, and the brothers and sisters were already asleep.Chanhe had no choice but to put on a monk's robe, and stood alone in front of the window, looking at the moon with his palms together, his cold eyes full of desolation.It has been more than a month since I became a monk, but every time I fall asleep at night, I can always dream of that person, and that voice still lingers all night long.I don't know how that person in the secular world is doing well now, "Pretend you don't know him before?" He uttered a few inaudible words in the cool night wind, with a mocking smile on his mouth, Chan He, Zen He, when will you to let go?Standing in front of the window, without any sleepiness, Zen and He was afraid that he would fall asleep, and the dream was full of that person's shadow and that unfeeling words. I don't know how long it had passed, but only heard the bell of the morning class in the temple. Surprised that he had been standing all night, he immediately washed up and went to the lobby for morning class. The host was already in the lobby.

"Subhuti, what do you mean? Don't you say that the Tathagata has the right thought, 'I will save all living beings'. Subhuti, don't make the right thought. Why? There is no such thing as a Tathagata who saves sentient beings. Chanhe, do you know this is this? What do you mean?" the host asked suddenly.

"This...disciple is stupid, I don't understand what it means, so I ask the master to explain" Chan said in harmony.

"Oh, that's all." The host shook his head.

After finishing the morning class, the presiding officer stopped Chanhe, "Chanhe, Buddha is not crossed by everyone, so you can do it yourself." "Master, I... I understand, thank you for your teaching."

"Go" "Yes, Master" Zen and lowered eyelids, it's time to let go.

At night, all the brothers and sisters were asleep. Chanhe was fascinated by a painting under the moonlight. His fingertips stroked the face of the person in the painting, and his heart was even more bitter. The only thing is a person in the painting, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, and a red dress that is very dazzling. In Chanhe's ears, he seemed to hear the most heartless words in his life that he said to him that day: "Just as if we never I know you." Thinking of the conversation with Master this morning, Chanhe said bitterly: "It's time to let go." Chanhe turned back to his room, put the painting in the box, and buried the person in the painting in his heart.

In 769 AD, three years have passed in the blink of an eye.There is a person kneeling on the futon in the lobby, wearing a gray-white monk robe, opening and closing his mouth, making the sound of chanting continuously. It is Zen harmony. The chanting lasts until the end of the morning class. When he opens his eyes, his eyes are full of Qing Leng, stood up, Zen He clasped his hands respectfully to the Buddha statue, leaned slightly, and his movements were extremely skillful, as if he had done this action countless times.Three years have passed, Chan He's state of mind has become much calmer, and he is even more indifferent to the world, but it seems that there is nothing that can enter his heart. Everything that happened three years ago, including that person back then, has been buried by Chan He At the bottom of my heart, the dust has collected, and I no longer touch it, but I still dream of the existence of that person in my dreams, but the days of chanting sutras and meditating every day are slowly passing by like this.Chan He got up and was about to leave, but was stopped by Chan Jing: "Junior Brother, Master told you to go over."

Zen He replied calmly: "Okay, thank you, brother."

When he came to the meditation room, Chan He saw that Master was meditating, so he asked, "Master, are you looking for me?"

The host opened his eyes, looked at Zen and said, "Do you know why the teacher called you here?"

"I don't know." Chan said concordantly.

"You have been in our temple for three years. You have practiced in the temple for three years, but you know that practice is not limited to this. The Buddha has the karma to teach and transform all living beings. Since you have entered the Buddhist gate, why not go down the mountain and form good relationships? It is also a practice. One. Go down the mountain tomorrow," the host said.

There was a flash of surprise in Zenhe's eyes. The host took the initiative to let him go down the mountain for alms. Is this going to step into the world again? There was a complicated feeling in Zenhe's heart. For three years, he had tried hard to control himself not to think about that Man, why does my heart still hurt slightly when I think of that man now. "Master, I... my disciple's practice in the temple has not yet been completed, but how can I go down the mountain to practice?" Chan He said with a complicated heart.

"Chanhe, don't you understand the purpose of being a teacher? Practice is not an escape." The host said.

Chan He paused for a moment, then said in a daze, "Yes, Master, I understand, I will go down the mountain tomorrow morning."

The host sighed in his heart: "Zen He, Zen He, only by getting out of this quiet place, can you truly practice inner peace!"