Chang'an India

Bian Yonglan sleeps on his side, and when he opens his eyes, he sees a field of bamboo shadows—the late spring sun slanted into the house, and the bamboos are planted all over the window, and when the wind blows the bamboos sway, they cast a field of bamboo shadows swaying in front of the bed.

He blinked, and saw another slender figure in the bamboo shadow——Tan Shan walked to the bed, leaned slightly, and smoothed the loose hair behind his ears for him, and said softly: "I think it's time to wake up."

The monk's tone was still so calm, but Wan Jianghou smiled, and suddenly raised his hand to hold the monk's unretracted wrist, and said in a stern voice, "Master, did you kiss me?"

Ordinary people wake up after being in a coma for three days, so they always have to ponder, who am I?where is thisWhat's wrong with me?

But some people not only don't think about it, but also fight every inch of it without speaking human words.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't speak human words, but he is as strong as a donkey, not at all like being dizzy and dizzy for three days-Wan Jianghou used the strength of a monk who was on guard against a disagreement, and walked away with his hands. Shan Ben didn't want to leave, but being grasped and dragged by him, his whole body fell straight down. If the monk hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, he propped up the head of the bed, and would have pressed him right on top of him.

"........."

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The body of the person on the bed did not move, but his head turned involuntarily, and he raised his face slightly to look at the Buddha who was only a few feet away.

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"Yonglan," Tan Shan spoke first after looking at each other for a while, and asked him coldly, "Why are you blushing?"

"...I didn't!" said the donkey.

The monk smiled in his heart, the smile didn't reach his face, but it penetrated into his eyes, he didn't say anything, he just stood up straight, turned around and left.

Marquis Wan Jiang was left alone, sitting up distractedly, leaning against the head of the bed and looking left and right.

Looking at the layout, this place should be a meditation room in a temple.

Buddha incense is burning in the room, and the bamboos are lush outside the window, and the sound of gurgling water can be heard carefully.

After looking in and out of the window, Wan Jianghou realized that his body was clean and tidy, and he didn't feel any discomfort at all—he was so painful that he sweated heavily, and his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, but now he didn't feel a trace of stickiness on his body. Tired, and changed into soft and clean underwear.

If this place is a temple, there must be no servants and servants, and Tan Shan probably won't ask others to cleanse and change his clothes, then...

As soon as Wan Jianghou thought so far, his face that had just cooled down burned up again, and he sat on the bed blankly, finally looking like a person who has been in a coma for three days.

Tan Shan stepped into the meditation room and saw this man sitting upright as if hysterical, his face was like a peach blossom, and he was dumbfounded.

"Chong Lan, come over and have something to eat." Tan Shan put the food plate in his hand on the table, and handed him a set of uniform robes, "After eating, come and say thank you to the abbot here."

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Bian Yonglan took the robe, and heard the monk continue: "This place is in Mount Emei, the abbot of the temple has done a lot of research on nurturing the soul, he has seen it for you earlier, there should be no serious problems."

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"Surge?"

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"What's wrong with you?" Tan Shan saw that the man didn't move after taking the clothes, and there was no response to talking to him, so he couldn't help but raised his hand and tried his forehead.

"...It's nothing uncomfortable," Marquis Wan Jiang said sullenly, moved the monk's hand from his forehead to his eyes, and said with a dark look in his eyes, "just take it easy."

"..." Tan Shan didn't know what he was fussing about again, seeing that although his face was red, his forehead was not hot, so he ignored him, took the hairband from his outer robe, and tied up his hair while he was free .

Naturally, there would be no combs in the monk's temple. Tanshan used the term grate to carefully comb the hair of the person in front of him. The Buddha's fingers were long and slender. They were hands that chanted sutras and recited Buddhist scriptures. He held a wooden fish and twisted Buddhist beads. , but now he is slowly passing through the three thousand troubles, holding the hair band tightly around and around - tied with a twisted donkey tail.

"You..." Wan Jianghou waited for a long time, as if he finally got out of the door, the blush on his face faded, and he asked without looking back, "...you got the seal back?"

"En." Tan Shan responded casually, and felt that his hair-tying skills were not good enough, so he stretched out his hand to straighten his hair.

"You don't have hair yourself, why are you messing with mine?" Wan Jianghou seemed a little impatient, pulled the end of his hair back from the monk's hand, tied it up again, and muttered softly in his mouth, "...

I said why he was so kind to me for no reason. "

When I find the seal of Chang'an, I'm afraid it will be the time of parting - the speaker's tone is not at all reproachful, only a bit of sadness that cannot be concealed.

"..." Tan Shan didn't know what to say for a while, he fell silent, stretched out his hand to grope under the quilt, took out a little thing that was sleeping warmly, and put it in Bian Yonglan's arms, "River I haven't seen you for a few days, but I miss you very much... It has become its true form, and the true consciousness has been consumed too much, and I still can't wake up now, and I will wake up in ten and a half months."

The little beast was lying on its back and sleeping in the arms of Marquis Wanjiang, which was the most reassuring and defenseless state of mind.

Bian Yonglan lowered his head, and gently rubbed the tip of his nose against Li Nu's heaving stomach, only to realize that he shed tears so easily - he wanted to ask him, Li Nu would miss me, what about you?Will you miss me?

I want to ask again, if you leave the raccoon slave to me and have it with me, maybe I won't miss you so much.

But in the end he refused to ask any more questions, suppressed the enthusiasm in his eyes silently, took the robe and dressed neatly, smiled and said: "Let's go, let's go and thank the abbot here."

The name of the temple is Puxian, which is solemn and simple. There are pilgrims talking in the front hall, but only the singing of birds and Zen in the back hall.

Tanshan Xu and the abbot here are old, or the Buddhists in the world do not distinguish between you and me. The old monk is kind and kind, and treats people very kindly. First, there is no need to be too polite, and he explains the warmth and nourishment to Bian Yonglan The method of the soul, and finally said with a smile: "You don't need to worry too much, little benefactor, your soul is much more solid than ordinary people, and your fate is unique in wealth and auspiciousness. I see that you will be safe and healthy in this life, free from suffering and pain. worry."

Bian Yonglan wanted to thank him, and heard the old monk say: "Little benefactor, don't treat yourself as a guest. You can walk around in the temple at will. It's okay. The mountain in Emei is clean and the aura is pure. If you don't have important things, it's better to stay for a few more days and relax your body." I will take care of it completely and then set off.”

Marquis Wan Jiang was speechless for a moment, he felt that it was inconvenient for him to answer these words, but he saw Tan Shan bowing his head in salute, and replied on his behalf: "I will trouble you."

Emei is beautiful all over the world, with rich and natural treasures, emerald emerald and green.There is a stream of running water in the temple, which goes up against the water. After leaving the back mountain gate, you can see the winding path leading to secluded places.

The two walked forward and one behind, half a step apart, walked along the road for a while, and they were already in the mountains.The Marquis of Wanjiang left the mountain road, followed the sound of the water to the stream, and walked aimlessly along the stream. He saw greenery everywhere, and the mountain flowers were in full bloom. Occasionally, small animals jumped out of the forest to drink and play by the stream. Xu Yin was here. After staying in the fairyland on earth without killing for a long time, I don't panic when I see people.

"Yonglan, your body is not fully recovered yet, don't go too far."

Tan Shan walked with him for more than half an hour, seeing that it was getting dark, he finally persuaded him.

"I'm fine, I just lay loose and feel a little stuffy."

Bian Yonglan walked around for a while, only to feel that there was nothing serious about his body, he moved freely, flitted out lightly, picked up a live fish from the stream, weighed it, and put it back gently In the stream, it can be seen that the hands are idle.

"That old man Xia Chunqiu doesn't know whether he is dead or alive," Marquis Wan Jiang said with a cold snort as he thought of the Prisoner Dragon who fell into his hands, "When I return to the capital..."

He originally wanted to say that when he returned to the capital, he would report to the emperor what the Southwest King had done, and then bring all his soldiers and horses to find the bad luck of the two old men, but he thought that Tan Shan would probably not go back with him. I don't want to say anything.

"He is still alive, he dare not come here in Mount Emei, waiting for you..."

Tan Shan thought, after you return to Beijing, you don't need to worry about this matter, since he used to be a member of my teacher's family, the poor monk will deal with the aftermath, but for some reason he didn't say the whole thing.

As twilight gradually rises, a thin mist floats on the stream. The two of them are separated by a distance of one foot. For a moment, they are relatively silent, but at the next moment, they look up at the sky at the same time - the evening bell of Puxian Temple rang.

The Vatican bell is not in a hurry or slow, and it is calm and dignified, one after another, it comes from the foot of the mountain, rides the evening wind and dusk, climbs up to the sky, and echoes in the mountains.

After the eighteenth ringing, the bell stopped for a while, and Tan Shan lowered his eyes again, opened his mind to visualize, and looked at his fingertips.

The red line is still there, but it is no longer a thousand miles away. It reaches the end after extending a foot, and is tied to another person's fingertips.

When the bell rang again, it was also [-] times, and the sound was like a Buddha asking, asking his most pious child: "Will you let go?"

During the five days of sleepless pursuit, the monk never had a Buddha in his heart for a moment—he dared not have it.

I'm afraid that when I recite the Buddha's name, I will let go of people and break a red line of cause and effect.

But now this thread is no longer needed - the Buddha said: let it go.

Is it hard not to love someone?

It's not hard if you're willing to let go.

The Vatican bell starts and stops from time to time, repeats six times, and each time makes [-] rings, making a total of [-] rings.

The farther away, the sound of the bell is not very loud, but because of the echo in the mountains, it is deeper and longer in the ear.

The Marquis of Wanjiang did not respect the Buddha, and he had never made any wish to the Bodhisattva, but he also knew the meaning of the one hundred and eight rings-there are 24 months in a year, 72 solar terms, and [-] epochs. It is wishing that the world will reincarnate in a year, and the earth will last forever.

The compassion of Buddhism not only wishes people to be safe, but also wishes them to be happy—it is said that people will suffer a hundred and eight times in their lifetime, so they are willing to use these one hundred and eight bells to ring to relieve the world's worries and worries, leaving only joy in their hearts.

Bian Yonglan stood quietly, listening to the one hundred and eight vesper bells with lowered eyes, a layer of water was unknowingly clouded in his eyes—forever, peace and joy, how could it be so easy to come by .

He doesn't blame the sky, doesn't blame the earth, and doesn't blame anyone, he just thinks that he is too greedy.

"Surge..."

The bell stopped completely, and even the echo was no longer heard. There was only one dusk in the sky and the earth, and two people standing opposite each other.

Bian Yonglan raised his eyes, and saw the monk walking towards him through the twilight. He was dressed in a simple gray monk's robe, but it seemed to separate him from the world of mortals.

"Yonglan, I want to treat you better, not for the reason you think."

But the monk opened his mouth, stood in front of him, whispered softly, and told him word by word: "I want to treat you better...just because I want to treat you better."

Hands clasped together, fingers intertwined, a red line of marriage, too short to be any shorter, was knotted from the thread and tied at the fingertips of the two people.

Bian Yonglan watched in a daze as the monk took his hand, clasped his fingers, then leaned forward, and planted a light kiss on his lips.

——The Buddha asked his most pious child a hundred and eight times: "Will you let go?"

The Buddha told his Buddha over and over again, more firmly, that he did not want to.

The author has something to say: Well, this is the road to HE.I thought for a long time before opening the pit, how to make a practitioner like the master love a mortal, and the conclusion is that it is impossible without some special reasons... == That's why the setting of "marriage of thousands of miles and one thread leads".But sooner or later, the master will understand that it is not enough for him to use the method of chanting Buddha to love others.Love does not mention, picks up and puts it down, regardless of the cause and effect, and does not reason with you.So there are still [-] words before the master can really finish the game, Keke.Also, the archived manuscripts are basically gone, this week is updated on February [-]th, and there is no need to wait for other times, tweeting.