all empty

I opened my mouth, but I couldn't make a sentence. A bloody, salty and hoarse sound came out of my throat. I was so emotional that my temples throbbed and I instinctively held the shovel beside me.

It lay there, like a pool of dead meat, emitting a disgusting breath, I stared at the messy patterns on its tail, breathing was not breathing, it was fright coming in and out, the eyeballs were not eyeballs, it was sour swelling Swollen loathing, lips not lips, trembling fear.My body, hair and skin are tortured, torturing me like a blunt knife cutting through my flesh.

But it seemed to not care about me, it just swayed restlessly on the ground, neither advancing nor retreating, as if it was looking for something.

There was a loud thunder, and I shook in fright, closed my eyes and smashed the shovel in my hand at it. The snake's tail took a bite, but it was as insignificant as a mosquito bite. After a short pause, it disappeared into the cave again.

I finally couldn't restrain myself, lay down on the ground and retched recklessly.

The heavy rain poured down and smeared me into a clay figurine, with my short hair wet on my face, and the smell of mud swallowed in my mouth.I raised my head in panic, wiped a handful of muddy water, and grasped the remaining rationality to escape from here.But keenly judged the direction it was traveling from the vibration of the ground surface.

It hibernates at the entrance of the temple, forming a circle around the building.

Panting for breath, I leaned against the wall and stood up. There was no way out and I could only walk into the temple.

Across the side yard is a main hall. Even though it is so dilapidated, it can still be judged from the orientation of the building and the patio in front of the door that it should be the main hall many years ago.

I took a few deep breaths and pushed open the wooden door that was in vain.It was empty inside, a few wooden chairs with broken legs were piled up in one place, and the statues on both sides were almost smashed when they were dilapidated a few years ago. Saw a Buddha statue.

The thunder continued, and the lightning came through the paper window and hit the Buddha statue, cutting its compassionate face terribly.There is no sandalwood on the case, and no scriptures are published, only a thin wooden fish sound echoing calmly.

"Little Master——" came the girl's distraught voice through the door and window, which was as vague and sad as the sound of rain outside the window.

The wooden fish paused, the hand holding the mallet stopped in the air, the Buddhist beads on the wrist dangled, and lightly hit the top of the wooden fish.

Mo Shen opened his eyes, looking at the carefully carved wooden Buddha above.

She has knelt in the hall for three full days, neither eating nor drinking, nor speaking, a piece of Buddhist gatha sealed the door, searched through scriptures and classics, but there was nothing she needed, just a few words.

In the temple, the sound of thunder cannot match the sound of wooden fish, the whistling of wind cannot match the sound of pearls being dialed, the sound of rain falling cannot match the sound of chanting scriptures, and the sound of people's words cannot match the sound of burning incense.

But now, everything is upside down.

The wooden fish sounded again in the hall, mixed with the scriptures Mo Shen recited in a low voice, the voice became more urgent, as if the people outside the threshold were just a needless disturbance and had nothing to do with her.

Lu Li pursed his lips tightly, and his peach blossom eyes, which were always smiling, opened bleakly at this moment. Through the blurred window edge, Qi Qiran's gaze fell on the figure sitting cross-legged with his back to her in the center of the hall.

"What are you reading?" Lu Li asked her softly.

"Read what you should read." Mo Shen finally spoke.

"What should?" Lu Li frowned.

"Reincarnation in the way of heaven, karma meets, it should be." Mo Shen's voice was extraordinarily cold amidst the wooden fish's voice.

"You and I practice together in the temple, is it a chance meeting, should it be?" Lu Li bit his lower lip.

Mo Shen was silent for a while, and finally said: "No."

Lu Li felt his chest was extremely swollen, sore, and empty, as if his heart was a living thing, and he happily bit into the tempting spring pear, but tasted the astringent flesh.

The thing next to her hurt more than Mo Shen's words, the slightly rusty blade revealed a dumb cold light, lying silently in the tray.

Lu Li murmured from his throat and reached Mo Shen's spine: "Do you want to shave?"

Mo Can stopped hitting the wooden fish, put the mallet in his palm, folded his palms together in front of his chest, closed his eyes and slowly said a word of Buddha.

Lu Li shook his head, choking on his breath, "You once said that you can shave only if your six roots are clean."

Mo Shen's voice sank, and he was so hoarse that he sighed: "All six roots can be given up."

"You're lying!" Lu Li's uncontrollable voice exploded with the hidden thunder in the sky.

"If your six faculties are pure, what's in your eyes?" A subtle touch melted into Lu Li's eyes, which made her normally clear eyesight seem to be covered with frost, and she couldn't see clearly. She could only try her best to keep her eyes open. The statues of the gods in the shrines are as hollow as they are.

Mo Shen's eyelashes trembled heavily, and he opened his eyes unexpectedly. The amber light could not be concealed, and with the sharp pupils, the brows that were originally indifferent like mountains and rivers were as cold and terrifying as snakes and insects.

She clenched her teeth tightly, and her closed nose seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, making her internal organs tremble with cold.

She closed her eyes as if escaping, the mallet in her hand rolled to the ground, the cuffs she held in her palm drooped, her arms and wrist bones that were originally slender as jade were covered with a layer of fine and dense scales, sticky and slippery, and she was pulling in vain Fleeing sleeves.

"Your hand—" Lu Li covered his throat and exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief.

It's snake scales.

"Shut up!" Mo Shen turned his head and scolded her recklessly for the first time.Her tone of voice was no longer the usual soft-spoken and calm, but rather sharp and fearful, she seemed to have come alive from a carefully carved Buddha statue, becoming the most common among all living beings.

She raised her hand to pick up the gavel, and her tone calmed down a few times: "I was tolerant and magnanimous to you, but you used magic tricks on me." There was a slight pause in her words, but the final sound that was trying to be calm trembled slightly , with imperceptible disappointment and hurt.

Lu Li lowered his hands and hung them on his sides, shaking his head, "I don't."

She didn't know what was rampaging in her chest, she didn't know what was cramping her heart, and she didn't know what was making her nasal cavity so heavy that she couldn't resist it. She could only deny it instinctively, desperately wanting to be innocent.

"Maybe you--" She blinked her moist eyes, the hot air hit her, which made her feel strange and uncomfortable, and she choked up several times to form the words.

"—Original just like me."

The moment the words fell to the ground, the past and the past were surging in her mind, and she used all her strength to grasp some fragments that had been neglected.

Snake skin wrapped properly in Mosan cloth.

Mo Shen saw her real body at a glance.

Mo Shen turned a blind eye to her deception.

Some dormant truths burst out together with the breath of her thoracic spine: "Everything has a spiritual root, and where the spiritual root is planted, the heart must yearn for it."

"Your name and the name of the temple were given by Master Liaokong, why did Master Liaokong clearly say that there is no difference between men and women who become monks?" She paused, "I am the same, I was born as a snake, and I don't know males and females."

Mo Shen shook his head, bit his lips tightly, his eyes were red, his eyes were about to split open, he opened his mouth a few times, but only squeezed out two syllables that trembled out of his hoarse throat.

Lu Li couldn't bear it, and said in a low voice: "The meaning you have realized is that there is no form and no self. What is your appearance, why should you be attached?"

"You're just you." She bit her lip, and said the outrageous words in her heart, which made her lips tremble slightly.

"I only want you."

"Naughty beast!" Mo Can blocked her unfinished words in a panic, and the gavel was broken abruptly and fell into her palm.

Evil—beast?

Lu Li froze outside the door, his distinct eyelashes flicked, and then flicked again, as if he couldn't bear anything.All the magic spells in her body were pulled out, and the rain like beads poured in in an instant, beating the sky and covering the sky, hitting her already out of shape bun.

The Miao Chang bun has never been combed by Mo Shen, and I am clumsy, so I can't always tie it well.

At that time, she thought with all her heart that she didn't need to learn how to pull and comb her hair in her whole life.

She smiled faintly, and it was the first time she learned such an inappropriate expression. She raised her head and rubbed her eyes, and said in a low voice, "The Buddha said that all living beings are equal, but you said that all living beings have spirits."

——Buddha has ten dharma realms, and all living beings have spirits. If you want to understand, you can stay in the temple.

But it is still her now, she is noble and elegant, calling her an evil animal with contemptuous and contemptuous words, trying to exclude her, and not allow her to take a step closer.

"You also said that all four are empty."

She raised her head, took a deep breath, and showed the most arrogant but fragile description to the door and window covered by Mo Shen: "You said that all four things are empty, but you never close your eyes. If you open your eyes and look at me, I don't believe your eyes are empty." !"

Her tone was unprecedentedly calm, and also unprecedentedly decisive, returning the cruel facts to her one by one.

"I'm a sinner and a beast, but you have a sinner and a beast in your heart."

"Your six sense organs are impure, and you have distracting thoughts in your heart, so you are in great pain because of this appearance."

"If you devote your whole heart to the Buddha and your altar is clear, why do you need to be troubled by evil animals?"

"Your trouble is love, desire, resentment, fear, hatred, not being able to get what you want, and hating parting."

"From love to sorrow, from love to fear—you have me in your heart."

"Monk."

This voice is bewitching but sad, it seems to be far away in the sky, and it seems to be vomited in the ear.

Mo Shen's face was pale, and he looked up at the unmoved Buddha statue.She read Buddhist scriptures from the beginning of reading, and kowtowed and knelt was the futon, and the God and Buddha above, who wasted everything, allowed her to become such an inhuman and ghostly appearance.

She stood up, and the broken beads rolled to the ground, the meridians on the right face began to slide and change, the delicate skin was divided into layers, the pores were connected into several curved waves, and the beautiful face like mountains and rivers gradually turned gray scale armor.

Lu Li's eyes narrowed, and his gaze that was originally looking at Mo Shen gradually shortened, retracted, and stopped outside the closed window, and he could no longer see the situation inside.

Her voice could no longer be transmitted into the hall partitioned by layers of curtains, it was only hidden in the sound of wind and rain.

"I asked you why you couldn't kiss me, do you understand now?"

"Are you unable to kiss me because I am different from you, or are you afraid to kiss me because I am the same as you?"

She opened her eyes, and a hot teardrop fell from her right eye and hit the mud, mixing with the three thousand threads of trouble that had just fallen from the ground.

Her eyes are black and white, no different from humans.The top of her head is smooth and round, and she really doesn't need to comb her hair.

——I looked at the monk and aunt at the foot of the mountain with a bald head, which was similar to me in the original time.

Sister, practice is like this.

☆, end

The rumbling thunderstorm has never changed for hundreds of years, and the half-smashed Buddha statue is as happy and carefree as it was a thousand years ago. I looked at those poor eyes, empty but encompassing everything.

I put my palms together and instinctively recited a sentence of Buddha.

There was a rattling sound at the door, dozens of plants were oppressed and destroyed, and the cold breath hit the dilapidated doors and windows.I stood up, walked to the window, and finally saw the appearance of the giant python.

It is gray and white, with a waist as wide as two people hugging each other, and it seems to have lived for thousands of years.

It didn't find me, it just dragged its body to swim to the entrance of the cave just now, rolled up the wooden box it left behind, and then disappeared into the ground very quickly. The moment I lowered my head, I saw a long line between its eyebrows. of red marks.

The sky began to clear up, and I began to hear the shouts of people who came up the mountain from the town not far away to search and rescue. The shouts got closer and closer, and finally climbed to the front of the temple. A college student I met a few days ago shone a flashlight inside and asked: "Is Teacher Lu there?"

I complied with him, and went to meet him with my sore legs. When I left, I looked back at the empty hall as if feeling something in my heart.

In the box that the giant snake took away, there were several letters written on paper and ink that were fashionable in the Song Dynasty, written by a master signed by Kong to a wealthy family named Mo.

The general idea is that Mrs. Mo is indeed a snake demon, and Master Mo's first daughter is also born with a demon nature. If she becomes a monk and practices since childhood, and suppresses the evil spirits with Buddhism, she can keep her human form for the rest of her life; Facilitated snake.Therefore, one must find a clean and uninhabited place for practice, so as not to fall into love and desire.

And the owner of the box, named Lu Li, was cultivated by a snake and became a monk at the Duyuan Temple at the foot of the mountain.

These things have passed for hundreds of years, and Lu Li has never mentioned them to anyone.

But, I know.

(Finish)