Biganchun

Seven years ago, it was the second year of Song Baoyuan.

Chusai and Sanxiang are connected, and Jingmen's nine schools are connected.Beyond the river flow, there is no mountain scenery.

Xiangyang, as Wang Wei said in this poem, is both vast and beautiful, and has always been called the crown of Jingchu.Unexpectedly, the spring is cold and the east wind is hard to warm. The spring in Xiangyang City this year is extremely late, and it is not known whether it is related to the border war.It was so easy to get the tender willows to sprout and the swallows to fly together, but it rained several times in a row, and the eaves and houses were endless, which disappointed the people who were waiting for the outing to enjoy the flowers.

However, this is not the Northwest after all, nor is it Bianjing.Even if Yuan Hao of Dangxiang proclaimed himself emperor, even if he lost more than he won in the few wars in the northwest, after all, they were thousands of miles away, and in the eyes of Xiangyang people, they were just a chat after dinner.

This day is the Cold Food Festival.Early in the morning, the sun was covered by thick clouds, and it seemed to be another rainy day.According to the ancient customs, on this day, people should clean up the court at home and worship the ancestors.Both young and old must ban fire and cold food, and stay behind closed doors.

There are few pedestrians in the streets and alleys of the city, and most of the shops are temporarily closed. Occasionally, if you see them hanging out under the guise, most of them have empty doors and few people.

Go out of the city from the west gate, walk along the official road, and if you don't go out, you will be Shou'an Mountain.The pines and cypresses at the foot of the mountain are green, and flying springs and clear streams can be seen from time to time.The mountain road is paved with bluestone steps, and the rainwater from last night still accumulates in the uneven places. Occasionally, three or two drops of dew drop from the pine branches, quietly falling into the moss between the stone steps.

In the depths of Xiaohan, the vermilion courtyard walls and dark yellow glazed tiles of the Buddhist temple can be faintly seen.

A person came from a distance on the mountain road, dressed in green clothes, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and a wide bamboo hat lowered down, covering half of his face, making it difficult to see his face clearly in the gloomy sky.The stone steps were slippery, but he was in a strong figure, as if walking on flat ground, along the winding path, he came to the mountain gate in a blink of an eye.

He raised his head, gently lifted the bamboo hat with his left hand, and cast his eyes on the mountain gate with deep and quiet eyes.

The wind and rain mottled the past painted vermilion and powder, but the three big characters on the plaque on the mountain gate are still vigorous and powerful, engraved deep into the stone——

Fengxian Temple.

The gate of the temple was ajar, he stretched out his hand and pushed it lightly, and it opened with a "squeak".

This is a small temple with only one main hall.The bronze censer in front of the hall smoked lightly, and the courtyard was deserted, with no one in sight.

The man in Tsing Yi stood still in front of the censer, clasped his hands together and gave a light salute, then walked around the censer and entered the main hall.

The dark hall is full of blue bricks.On the incense table, candles are burning, offering flowers and seven treasures.The Tathagata in the hall has beautiful eyes and rich appearance, solemn treasure appearance, and the corners of his mouth seem to be smiling, looking down on all living beings, wise and kind, making people respect and not afraid, and a warm feeling in his heart.

Like a wanderer returning home, the man in Tsing Yi took off his long sword around his waist, took off his bamboo hat, and leaned over to kneel on the futon in front of the Buddha.

Letting go of the sword, he folded his hands in front of his chest, lowered his eyes, and meditated on the Buddha.

Tranquility is rare, and the strict defenses that have always been strict have been relaxed.All kinds of pasts that floated in my heart inadvertently flooded into my mind, overlapping in one place.

Jianghu road, grievances and hatred, bloody storms...

Temple style, intrigue, hidden arrows...

He closed his eyes and said nothing, raised his brows, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

Thousands of thoughts are like light smoke on a candle, which is difficult to dissipate for a while.

After a long time, he calmed down a little, only to notice that a faint breath had lingered around him.Years of experience in the rivers and lakes made him instantly alert.He opened his eyes suddenly and looked around.

Seven steps away from him, there was a young girl kneeling quietly.With his hearing ability, he did not hear when she came to the hall.

She looks very young, perhaps not yet in Double Ten.The head is full of black silk tied into a cone-shaped bun on the top of the head, and the hairpin ring is missing.It was cold in early spring, but she was only wearing a light blue singlet, with narrow sleeves turned up, a slender waist, and a skirt that dragged to the floor and fell to her knees and sides.

Her face was covered with a veil, only her slender eyebrows and bright eyes were exposed.A pair of eyes with autumn water as a god, neither joy nor sorrow, looking at the Tathagata in the temple lightly.It seems to be asking quietly, and it seems to be listening silently.There was neither prayer nor crying.

She just knelt in front of the Buddha quietly, as if she had knelt for a lifetime.Youth is lonely, like a fairy flower outside the world.

As if sensing the man in Tsing Yi's gaze, the girl turned her head sideways, her eyes wandered inadvertently, lingering on the same spot as the man in Tsing Yi's.

For a moment, it seemed as if they wanted to look into each other's hearts, but they retreated at the touch of a touch.

She closed her eyes, and he turned around, as if in a tacit understanding, they raised their heads together and looked at the Buddha's face again.

Just now the intersection of lightning and stone fire, the water passed without a trace.

But it's just strangers, but it's just a chance encounter,

But just at this moment before worshiping Buddha——

But who would have expected that they would be entangled with each other for half a lifetime, endlessly...

My Buddha is merciful, holding flowers and smiling at this moment, being gentle and compassionate, watching a relationship in this world form...

If my Buddha is merciful, why don't I give a lecture at this moment. This fate, from the very beginning, was doomed not to turn back...

Time seemed to freeze there, only the sound of peeling and pecking on the incense table in front of the Buddha could be heard.

The wax torch turned into ashes, and the tears were still wet.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from behind the Buddhist hall, and a gray-robed monk turned out from behind the Buddha statue, holding an incense stick and scissors, and walked to the incense table.He clasped his palms together, made a deep salute to the Buddha, then took down the two residual candles, lit a new candle in his hand with the dying flames, trimmed the candle flowers with scissors, and respectfully offered it to the Buddha. Before the Buddha.

After tidying up the incense table, the gray-robed monk turned around and saw the man in green, a smile seemed to flash in his eyes, but he immediately turned to the plain-clothed girl, held the salute with one palm on his chest, and uttered a Buddha's name with a voice like a bell .

"Amitabha! It's cold food today, and the evil temple is only for incense in front of the Buddha. If the female benefactor wants to burn incense for the ancestors of your family, please forgive me."

The girl nodded lightly, and stood up gracefully, her skirt fluttering slightly, and her skirt swaying to the ground, in the flickering candlelight, it felt like a dream or a dream.She looked up at the gray-robed monk with a look of surprise on her brows.

I saw that gray-robed monk was in his early forties, about nine feet tall, with a square face and thick eyebrows, and a pair of pupils with a bright green luster.A handful of long beards on her chest turned out to be light purple.Although he was only wearing a coarse cloth monk's robe, there was a hint of boldness and generosity faintly revealed in his calm and calm, appearing to be extraordinary.

The gray-robed monk had a peculiar appearance since he was a child, and he was used to seeing such amazed eyes for a long time.He didn't take it seriously, just smiled at the girl, reached out and took an ebony stick from the incense table, and shook it lightly, more than a hundred hexagram sticks in the barrel collided with each other, causing a crisp echo in the hall.

"Female benefactor, since you don't want to burn incense, please ask for a lottery in front of the Buddha."

The girl said indifferently: "No need. Thank you, master." Her body was delicate, but her voice was unusually indifferent, which made people's hearts jump when they heard it.

But the gray-robed monk still handed the lottery to the girl: "It's okay for the benefactor to ask for a lottery, our temple doesn't ask for alms offerings."

The girl frowned slightly, seeming a little annoyed.She glanced at the stick, turned around and walked towards the gate of the palace.

But he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the gray-robed monk who was in front of the incense table somehow stood between the girl and the temple door, holding a stick in his hand, and his tone was still calm: "Female benefactor, please stay."

Seeing the grey-robed monk insisting on pestering her, the young girl was puzzled, and she couldn't help but tinge with anger in her voice: "Buddha is above, why does the master insist on making things difficult for others?"

The gray-robed monk said: "Amitabha! The Buddha's crossing is destined. Signing the inscriptions is just to ask for good or bad luck. How about the fortune-telling, it depends on the practice in this world. Female benefactor, why are you so persistent?"

The girl was silent for a long time, and finally raised her right hand.The sleeves were slightly tightened, revealing a wrist like jade.

She didn't take the lottery tube, but just flicked her fingers lightly, and drew a lottery from the hexagram lottery in the lottery tube.Holding the stick in her hand, she only glanced at it, then threw the stick back to the gray-robed monk.

The gray-robed monk raised his hand to catch the lottery, and when he turned his palm to look at it, his thick eyebrows were raised, and his face was full of surprise.Before he came back to his senses, the girl had already walked out of the Buddhist hall quickly.When she stepped out of the threshold, she flicked her sleeves, as if there was a flash of light, but her cold voice came from her ear:

"The three realms are all suffering. Even if we pray for each other with sincerity, how can the Buddha save thousands of sentient beings? What is the solution to this sign, and I will ask the master for advice in the future."

There was a "ding" sound on the blue brick floor and something rolled down. When I looked closely, it turned out to be a small gold ingot.

The man in Tsing Yi in front of the incense table had already stood up holding a sword, and had been standing quietly watching.Seeing the girl leave at this moment, Fang was waiting to talk to the gray-robed monk, but he caught a glimpse of a paper umbrella next to the futon where the girl knelt down, which was obviously left by her unintentionally.

The man in Tsing Yi stepped forward to pick up the umbrella, raised his head and met the eyes of the gray robed monk.The gray-robed monk smiled slightly: "Your kindness is a benefactor."

The man in Tsing Yi jumped and chased him out of the Buddhist hall.Only then did I realize that it was only a short while before it was already raining in the spring outside.

Through the rain curtain, I saw the girl's back.She was standing against the wall outside the mountain gate, wondering what she was thinking.The bleak mountain wind made her skirts flutter, but she just stood there quietly, her clothes wet by the drizzle.

The sky above her head dimmed suddenly, the girl was startled, and when she turned her head, she saw the man in Tsing Yi holding a paper umbrella, covering her from the rain.

"Girl, your umbrella."

The raindrops hit the umbrella surface and slid continuously, blurring the world outside me.

For a moment, the distance between him and her was close at hand, yet seemed far away.

The sound of footsteps, from far to near, broke the silence.A fifteen or sixteen-year-old maid came running quickly from the mountain road in the rain and holding an umbrella.When I got closer, I could see clearly that she had a bun on her hair, a short skirt and a long skirt, and a pair of embroidered shoes that had already been wet by the rain.She held an umbrella in her hand and another umbrella in her arms.

"Fortunately, we caught up." The little maid ran towards the girl in plain clothes panting, splashing a splash of water on the stone steps: "You went out to worship early in the morning, I don't know if you brought an umbrella, it's okay... ..."

She suddenly stopped talking, and saw the man in Tsing Yi who was holding an umbrella for the girl.The little servant girl opened her eyes wide and said to the young girl, "So... you have already brought an umbrella..."

The plain-clothed girl didn't answer, but quietly stepped forward to take the paper umbrella from the little girl's arms, and held it up.

Holding the umbrella and turning around, the skirt of the clothes hangs lightly, as straight as a lonely luan in the smoke.

"Still leaving?" She looked at the little maid, although her voice was still indifferent, her attitude was much more gentle than that in the Buddhist hall just now.

The little servant girl quickly responded, bowed to the man in green, then turned around and caught up with the young girl's footsteps, and followed her.

The figure faded away, and the light rain was misty.The floating clouds have more meaning, and there is no reason to ask the Ming Dynasty when they gather and disperse.