Chang'an India

The turbulent waves crashed, and the waves rolled up like snow, and the water foam fell like fine snow. The monk stood on the sea of ​​desire, never willing to be surrendered, and heard the sound of the tide turned into human language. Thousands of people have knelt in front of the Buddha and cried earnestly:

"I miss you, did you hear that?"

"I'm waiting for you, why don't you come back?"

"Did you forget me?"

"Do you remember me?"

In the fine snow falling all over the sky, a young man stepped down from the tide, walked through the mist step by step, approached the monk and asked, "I'm looking for you...do you remember me?"

The monk clasped together without saying a word, and after taking a breath, he parted his palms lightly, held the salute with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand, like a word "please", but it was not a welcome, but a send-off.Thousands of people mourned and sank into the bottom of the sea again.

The young man in front of the monk turned into foam and dissipated, falling the last snow on the calm sea of ​​desire.

The monk raised his hand——Tan Shan raised his hand, and gropingly placed it behind the head of the man on his knee.

——The monk put his hands together again, and stood silently in the middle of the sea of ​​desire, just like a Buddha statue, but he could stand like this for thousands of years.

Tan Shan lightly combed the hair of the person who was lying on his lap, because he had a Buddha in his heart, the gesture carried indescribable compassion.

"Chonglan," he said warmly, "the raccoon slave is back, go and open the window for it."

Marquis Wan Jiang was very happy when he was touched by the monk. He stood up quickly, walked a few steps to open the window, and called out to Li Nu: "Mimi?"

"Ang Ang!" The wet little beast didn't care when he got another nickname, and happily threw himself into the arms of Marquis Wan Jiang, seeming to be coquettish, but actually secretly rubbed his hair dry.

Bian Yonglan rubbed Li Nu's chubby belly, teased it and said, "So it's really not puffiness."

The little beast stretched out its claws to push his hand away, and then flattened his palm with its wet little paws. Like a domestic cat spitting out a hairball, it stretched its neck hard, as if it wanted to spit something into his palm.

"Swallow it back." Tan Shan is usually calm, but now he suddenly said something to Li Nu in a low voice, secretly thinking that it doesn't know the severity, and if he hadn't connected with it, he would clean up the mess it made.

"Yonglan, you carry it here, you'd better not touch the contents in its belly."

"Here, here you are." Marquis Wan Jiang carried the little beast with its ears open and unable to vomit to the bed, and saw Tan Shan stretching out his hand, and the raccoon slave groaned, and lifted a black thing in its belly. Spit into the monk's palm.

As soon as the thing was spit out, it seemed that it couldn't find the south, east, and north for a while, and it turned twice in the palm of Tan Shan in a daze. Finally, it came back, and it flapped its wings to fly, but it was pinched firmly by the monk again. between.

"Looking at the size, it should be a female Gu." To be on the safe side, Tan Shan first opened his mind to catch the Gu insects, and then carefully sensed the sea of ​​consciousness. His mind was indeed at peace and there was nothing unusual before he opened his eyes and looked at his fingers. Things that look like insects but not insects, "Since they are still alive, it is not difficult to find people who raise Gu."

"...You don't need to be blind anymore?" Marquis Wan Jiang saw him open his eyes, his heart skipped a beat, but when he took a closer look, he saw that those eyes were only black and white, and the long eyelashes were drawn like fine ink lines Generally, the corners of the eyes droop slightly, although they are very beautiful, but they are just ordinary eyes, and there is no desire in them as deep as the abyss.

"Since the ban has been lifted, let's do it like this," Tan Shan said indifferently, but after a while, he raised his hand and raised the Gu worm helplessly, "Don't look at me, look at it."

"What's so good about it," Wan Jianghou glared at the bug unwillingly, and clicked his tongue, "It's really ugly."

The Gu worm was only about the size of a fingertip, densely packed with dozens of slender claws, its whole body was pitch-black, it had no mouth or eyes, but it could make a sound. I don't know if it was because it hated the monk, or because it was scolded for being ugly, so it let out a piercing long sound. hiss.

"It has a superficial mind, knows how to run away if it misses a hit, and has a desire to live if it thinks so." Tan Shan has never studied the art of raising Gu, so he infers, "Gu insects can't be away from the person who raises Gu for too long, so they can borrow it." Let me show you the way."

"Beaver slave," the monk finished, calling out to the little beast that ran to hold Jiang Hou's legs and rubbed its fur, "come and swallow it."

"Will it cause a stomachache if it swallows this thing?"

"Although the raccoon slave is also a walking corpse, it is different from the walking corpses in the town." Tan Shan didn't explain much about the difference between the two, but said, "Gu is in its stomach, it will be fine, and the Gu is more peaceful." .”

"Did you hear that? Go ahead and swallow it," Wan Jianghou said with a "helpless" expression, and glanced at the little beast that dawdled and didn't want to go and swallow the bug, "Otherwise, where do you want us to put this thing?"

"Ang!" Seeing that there was no one to support it, Li Nu reluctantly swallowed the worms, then jumped up and down, and ran to the soft couch outside the guest room to lick its hair, presumably to hold grudges against the two of them together. up.

"Do you know the person who raises the Gu?" Marquis Wan Jiang didn't bother to look at the monk, but he still remembered the business, "It is expected that he must be involved with the person who set up the formation, maybe it is the same person."

"I can't say I know each other, but it confirmed my previous guess..."

The monk wanted to elaborate, but he was interrupted by the Marquis of Wan Jiang who had just said something serious: "Don't be busy, I heard that the rain outside is about to stop, the raccoon slave has come back, you are safe, I will call someone first Buy two sets of clothes."

Tan Shan thought he would come as soon as he went, but it took more than half an hour before he saw him return.

"Let's talk," Marquis Wan Jiang didn't explain where he went just now, he just sat down at the table and wiped his wet shoulders, "What guess do you have?"

"You once said that my teacher's school has many strange things, but apart from Buddhist practice, the teacher's school has been passed down through the generations, and only needs to master the three ways." Tan Shan compared a word "three", "Visualization, deduction, and sealing. "

"My master found me in the Tanshan Temple. I should have been five years old." Tanshan did not elaborate on the meaning of these three ways, but instead talked about his own life experience. "The monks in the temple said that I have no Father and no mother, I picked it up from the stream when I was fetching water. When I was young, the Buddhist teachings were self-evident, and it seemed to be raised by nature, and I was born destined to practice."

"I still have 20 years of life, you can just let me go-this is what my master said when he took me away from the temple."

"..." Marquis Wan Jiang was startled when he first heard the sentence "I still have 20 years to live", and then heard the second half of the sentence, he couldn't help rolling his eyes in his heart, and let out a long breath of relief.

"My master once told me that when I can deduce my own destiny, I will naturally know where to go to find the next successor," Tan Shan said bluntly, "My master's door is not like an ordinary temple door. , there has always been only one master and one apprentice, and it has been passed down from generation to generation.”

"In Changgeng Temple..."

Marquis Wan Jiang would like to ask, aren't the other monks in Changgeng Temple from your sect?But before he could ask, he saw Tan Shan take out something from the inner pocket of the monk's robe, and he saw it was a small bronze statue.

The bronze statue is only one finger high, with a bald head, which can be seen to be a monk.The eyebrows and eyes are not very finely carved, but they feel vivid.

"When a pilgrim comes to the temple to offer incense, he will see a wise monk," Tan Shan said while holding the bronze statue, "it can be one, or ten. How much it can be transformed into an illusion depends on how well it is cultivated."

"........."

Before the Marquis of Wanjiang could finish digesting these mysterious things, he heard the monk say again: "The sealing method of my master's school can't seal living things. This bronze statue is a dead thing, and the monk transformed into it is not a living thing." People, you don't have to be afraid of the souls of strangers sealed in it."

"...No," Marquis Wanjiang replied numbly, "Tell me, the monk I saw in the temple is not a living person, and he is not much better."

"You can think of them as wooden cows and horses, or statues of mechanisms." Tan Shan watched the people at the table staring blankly at the bronze figure in his palm, and joked casually, "Yonglan, I thought you had become more courageous recently. , it still needs practice.”

"Hehe." Marquis Wan Jiang sneered, giving the monk enough face, and then slandered, besides an old bald donkey and a little bald donkey, there are no other living people in your Hesi?

Master, you have brought the whole temple with you.

"Do you still remember that I told you that my master is a little casual?" Tan Shanfu said seriously again, "When I practiced with him, I heard him tell an old story. My master was always the same in the past. The inheritance of master and apprentice is only in his generation, breaking this rule."

——Tan Shan's master is "Miao Chang", and his life experience is very similar to that of his apprentice, but when it comes to temperament, he is far from Tan Shan.

A monk is supposed to be emotionless, but he has complained to his disciples more than once: "Why did I raise you such a sullen and mouthless gourd?"

Miao Chang was also found by his master in a temple since he was a child, but after practicing with the master for four years, he became unhappy and wanted to leave the temple.

"Master!" The eight-year-old monk shouted loudly, "Look at this temple, there is no living person breathing except you and me, is that appropriate?"

"Master, I want a junior brother..." After the quarrel, he acted like a baby, "Look at the heavy snow in Beijing that I haven't seen in many years, and the beggar outside is almost freezing to death in front of our temple. Is it okay to just pick this one without picking too many?"

After being coquettish, the little monk still has a good reason to say: "You told me to cultivate compassion, because the world is suffering, but if you are not willing to save even one person under your nose, how can you save all living beings? If you don't Promise me, let that child spend at least this winter in our temple, and I will leave this ruined temple now, and I will never practice that Lao Shizi's 'sentient beings' with you!"

So the eight-year-old monk, on a snowy winter day, picked up a beggar who was two years younger than him, and when the winter passed and the spring came, the two children were so good that they could never be separated— ——This little master with the name Miaochang, just relying on his ability to play and roll, forcibly broke the rules passed down by his master for thousands of years.

"'Psychology of all beings' is a secret method that can never be passed on to others except for the one who is destined to pass it on. However, my uncle, who has never met, probably learned some of the methods of visualization, deduction and sealing. "Tan Shan finished talking about the cause and effect of the previous life, and added, "It should not be considered a master——I have never seen this person, because after the master passed away, he bid farewell to my master and returned to the vulgar world. "

"Your master just let him go like that?" Bian Yonglan asked in surprise, "Not to mention the technique of visualization and deduction, but your master's sealing circle is probably a unique skill that never came out..."

"There is no reason in Buddhism that you can only enter and not allow exit," Tan Shan said lightly, "The origin and origin are over, and you have to stay at will in the end, and my teacher also has a method of correcting the mind, called 'Bodhi Nine Questions' '," the monk shook his head and said, "My master is just a bit more casual, but he is not careless and reckless. The man has already passed the 'Bodhi Nine Questions' before he became a vulgar person, which shows that he has a good heart and should not be a villainous person. "

"So you guess before you go..."

"It's the guess that the missing print is related to this person," Tan Shan nodded, "Now the guess can be realized."

"........."

The Marquis of Wanjiang thought silently that he could do such an outrageous thing to the people in the town. This person might not be enough to describe him as treachery. Wrong person.

"Do you know the name of that man?" Bian Yonglan never mentioned anything about the town, fearing that the monk would blame himself, "If that man is really a layman, it would be easy to find someone with a layman's name."

"That person was originally called Miaowu, and my master gave him the name when he returned to the secular world, but I don't know if he still uses this name to walk around now," Tan Shan replied, "That person's name is..."

——"Xia Chunqiu! Do you know why I named you this?"

The origin and the end of the relationship, the young monk stood by the side of the road, watching his younger brother who had been with him for twenty years drift away—of course he will not be his younger brother in the future—suddenly called out to him: "In the future... ..."

He raised his hand and waved it vigorously, not caring about the people coming and going on the official road, he just shouted with a smile: "I hope you will eat well in the future! Dress warmly! Be well!"

——I hope that you will have enough food and clothing, be safe and happy, live a hundred years, and only three seasons will pass from now on, and there will be no winter you don't like.

The author has something to say: this is the end of the full text, the first small climax/climax has been written, it should not be too disgusting to stop here...

I'm sorry that I will stop updating for about a week. I will collect some more manuscripts, and then I should switch to another platform for serialization. For details, see the top of Weibo. At that time, I will continue to update a few chapters to thank the friends who follow the article.

PS, master, you are a demon... why don't you think about it yourself =v=