[Yang Chan] Fei Tian

"Second brother, second brother, the cicada is dead." Four-year-old Yang Chan came forward holding a dead cicada, and 11-year-old Yang Jian was sifting beans in front of the court.

Through the dense branches and leaves, the sun shattered all over the place.In the dots of light, Yang Jian turned his head and looked at his youngest sister.

"Second brother, look, the cicada is dead." The child repeated it stubbornly, and showed the dead cicada in his hand to his elder brother.

Yang Jian stopped his work and sighed at the dead cicada: "Does Achan know what death means?"

"I know," Yang Chan said, "Like this, if you don't move, if you can't survive, you're dead."

"Does the cicada know? Although this cicada is dead, in the coming year there will be more cicadas crawling out of the soil, climbing up the trees, and singing non-stop."

"But that's another cicada, and this one is still dead..." Yang Chan plucked the dead cicada in his palm, "It's so pitiful..."

Yang Jian didn't know how to comfort the younger sister, so he said helplessly, "Because the lifespan of a cicada is only so short, it's not like a human..."

"Can people live for a long time?"

"Yeah...probably..."

"So, let the cicada live for a long time, is it okay?"

"This can't be done," Yang Jian patted Yang Chan's head, "Cang Sheng has his own destiny, and he can't just force it!"

"common people?"

"Cangsheng...it is everything, it is all life, just like this cicada, like you and me, like elder brother and parents." Yang Jian hugged Yang Chan in his arms and pointed to the branches and leaves above his head, "Look, that is also... ...Everything around us is everywhere; we are in the common people, which is one ten-thousandth of that.”

"We all live in the common people..."

"Yes, we live in the common people..."

……

In the 19th year of Zhenguan, Master Xuanzang returned to Chang'an from Tianzhu, and was warmly received by Emperor Taizong of Tang Dynasty.In the same year, his dictation was written by Bian Ji into "Da Tang Western Regions", and three years later, "Yogi's Dilun" was translated, and Taizong wrote a preface for it.

For a time, Buddhism flourished, and the common people began to worship Buddha, and Confucianism and Taoism felt grievous.

In those rumors, however, not a single monkey traveled with the monk.Everyone said: This ascetic monk left on foot and returned on foot. When he returned to Chang'an, he was not accompanied by anyone.

Yang Chan went back to the mountain where the monkey was pressed down, the mountain collapsed, and the monkey was gone; she went to Huaguo Mountain to ask questions, but the world has changed in 500 years, and none of the monkeys in the mountains knew Sun Wukong.

She looked at a rock that had been broken into several pieces on the top of the mountain. It seemed that there was only this trace left in the world, which could prove how the spirit monkey was born.

However, she never found him again.

There are more and more temples around Huashan.At dawn, even in the depths of the cave, you can hear the sound of the Buddha bell from afar.

But what about it?

She once saw a person who worshiped in the Temple of Our Lady at the beginning, looked very devout, and wrote a poem of praise for that silly mud tire.

Two months later, she saw him again, when he was worshiping the Bodhisattva.The Buddha Hall was not far from the Xiyue Temple. She saw him walk in, and tremblingly took out some silver and handed it to the abbot. The old monk only took one look, then turned and left.

Then he went to the market at the foot of the mountain, bought two half-dead snakeheads and released them into other fish ponds, then slapped his ass into the casino, and lost all his money.

She remembered that before he lost all his money, he was still talking to the people around him, saying that he had done a good deed by releasing live fish, and the next one would be blessed by a Bodhisattva, who would come back for him...

Then she saw him for the third and last time.

At that time, the man was worshiping a foreigner.In the ninth year of Zhenguan, a man named Aluben brought a new sect called Nestorianism from abroad. They regarded the cross as sacred, respected a poor man who was nailed to the cross as a saint, and said with great fanfare that Man is the son of God, and God loves the world...

But the person Yang Chan met believed in this kind of religion. He regarded all those who opposed him as evil, and all the religions he once believed in were cults. It seemed that he could believe in the gods he said. Be God's beloved people.

Yang Chan never cared about what he believed in later, maybe for this person, everything he believes in is the same.

——A mortal who couldn't be more ordinary and vulgar.

The trip of an eminent monk is only for the salvation of all beings; however, even if he has worked hard and made great achievements, those who have received the blessings of Mahayana Buddhist scriptures are still human beings.People have selfish desires, and they can change their beliefs because of previous dissatisfaction, but they still continue to live humblely in the world, and then... there is no more.

It's a pity that there are hundreds of thousands of beings who are the same as them.The people of the world are still the same, they will not become more filthy because they have not heard the Buddhist scriptures, nor will they be more noble because the Buddhist scriptures are taken back.People just need to believe in something to fill the gap in their hearts, no matter whether the one they believe in is a worshipable idol or not.

It's ridiculous, people who have a heart are the same as those who don't.

In the first year of Linde, Master Xuanzang died of illness. Before he died of illness, Yang Chan went to see him once.

"I just want to know, when you fetched the Buddhist scriptures, did you encounter a monkey that could speak human language?" She was sitting beside him. At this time, Xuanzang had been sick for more than half a month.

"Monkey?" The terminally ill old monk asked suspiciously, "Can you tell me what kind of monkey it is?"

So Yang Chan said.She said that there was once a stone monkey in the world that could not tolerate the Five Elements, and was not in the Three Realms; she said that the monkey was not bound by the destiny, and went to the heavens, and went straight to the sky; she said that the monkey was finally suppressed under the Five Elements Mountain, and it lasted for 500 years. .

That's her only friend.

"He said that he would go west out of Yumen Pass with a sutra learner, pass through the desert, cross the snow-capped mountains, and finally reach Tianzhu to obtain the Brahma scriptures. He said that the sutra seeker would let him go out of the mountain and regain the freedom he had not obtained for 500 years... ...He said that he was just waiting for that day, when he would repay his kindness...and you, the person who learned from the scriptures..."

As a result, he broke his promise.

Is that a lie he made up for Yang Chan, or is it a lie made up by Tianming to him?These are no longer known.That monkey disappeared between heaven and earth as soon as it said it disappeared, leaving no room left.

The old monk was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "The old monk once lost his way in the Gobi, and he didn't touch a drop of water for four days and five nights. He thought he was dead, but he had a dream that night..."

"What dream?"

"Vows and illusions, this is a great realm. If it weren't for this protection, the old monk would have died at that time... After that, several hardships and dangers were able to be saved one by one. Now that I think about it, it is almost impossible to do everything in the past. "

"..."

"He is not in the Three Realms, and does not tolerate the Five Elements. The heaven and the earth are conceived, and that is the Great Realm."

"But he disappeared."

The monk shook his head: "Come from the realm, return to the realm, how can it be eliminated? It's just that we can't see everything."

"You are a saint, can a saint not see?"

The monk suddenly laughed and said, "The old monk is an ordinary person. All living beings are impermanent, and there is a cause and effect. As you can see, the old monk is also in the path of the common people."

This monk is about to die.

"common people……"

"We are among the common people, and no one can avoid the vulgarity," the monk said again, "the old monk, a young man, once went to Shu with his brother and passed a mountain. At that time, someone was talking at the foot of the mountain, but I couldn't see the speaker. We chatted and threw a few peaches down... But, that's all in the past."

Now the monk's face is full of death, this person is about to die.

Buddha, with the great wish to save all the common people in the world.

Like the Monkey King, this monk came from heaven and earth, and after fulfilling his great wish, he would melt back into heaven and earth again.

"Boom—" the Buddha bell rang, that night, the fifth day of February.It was snowing heavily outside Yuhua Temple, and the eminent monk passed away.

Yang Chan was wearing a white robe, walking in the flowing snow.There is a vast expanse ahead, black sky and white land.Yang Chan suddenly thought, in this way, it is impossible to tell whether it is the person in white or the white snow.

Oh, common people.

……

"Boom—" the Buddhist bell on the other side of the mountain started again.

Yang Chan just finished writing a book.She picked up the bamboo slips full of characters, looked at them, and then threw them into the brazier beside her.

The bamboo slips crackled in the fire, and Yang Chan stared at the rising flames in a daze.

"Master!"

A child about six or seven years old broke into the cave, carrying some winter stuff on his back, holding an umbrella with both hands, followed by a bunch of chubby foxes.

"Master, there's a lot of snow outside, the mountain roads are closed, I almost can't come back..." He put away the umbrella, shook it, and the snow scattered all over the ground.

It was winter in Huashan Mountain, the outside of the cave was covered with snow, and the inside of the cave was like spring all the year round, and it still maintained a vitality.The child put away the umbrella, put down the things on his back, clapped his palms, and approached the brazier cautiously.

Yang Chan glanced at him: "If you want to come, come here."

"En." The child responded softly, and his walking steps became much lighter.

Putting his hands close to the brazier to warm him up, the child became more courageous.When he saw the remaining pieces of bamboo slips in the brazier, he couldn't help but regret: "Master, you burned what you wrote again..."

"Because it's finished, there's no need to keep it." Yang Chan said lightly, and started to write another article.

The child was puzzled and said: "But, since Master wants to destroy it, why bother to write it out?"

"Because..." Yang Chan measured his head, and glanced at him with dark eyes, "boring."

"Uh..." He didn't dare to ask anymore.

Yang Chan returned his gaze to the newly spread bamboo slips, and said casually while writing: "I found that there are two jars of wine missing from the cellar."

Startled, the child quickly lowered his head.

Yang Chan stopped writing: "Canaan, my teacher said: Listening to people lie is boring."

After a long time, the child named Canaan whispered, "I... sent it to my father."

"Oh."

"I saw him standing in the snow...it's cold, I'm afraid he'll freeze to death, so I'll protect him from the cold..."

"kindness."

"Master... are you... angry with me?"

"Don't be angry," Yang Chan's pen fell on the bamboo slip again, "You're fine this time. You didn't make up a lie."

Canaan shivered again, not knowing whether it was from the cold or fear.

Those fat foxes followed Canaan around the brazier, swinging back and forth to warm their bodies.

"Look at this slick fur, the foxes are about to be bred into pigs." Yang Chan glanced at the group of foxes, "It's freezing cold, it's hard to find food, so don't give them some to eat. To avoid being treated as pigs next spring." The unowned wild fox was skinned by the hunters down the mountain."

"I know... I know." Canaan was still a little guilty about stealing the wine before, so he hurriedly responded and hugged the fox closest to him.

"Call your father in. I don't care about the fact that you stole my wine for him."

"Father said... he... still wants to stay and doesn't want to come in."

Yang Chan nodded and said nothing, just finished writing an article, put down the pen, and gradually threw it into the fire again.

"Master, you..." Canaan felt that it was a pity, but he didn't dare to disobey, so he could only watch the fire swallow the roll of bamboo, and then watched Yang Chan walk out with an umbrella.

In front of Ye Linlang's grave, a man stood quietly.He had stood for a long time, and a thick layer of snow had fallen on his head and shoulders.

He just stood there, still more like a tombstone than the tombstone.The two altars of good wine have not been opened, and they have been at his feet for a long time.

"It's a waste of my good wine," Yang Chan stood behind him with an umbrella, "Go back, your son is worried that you will be cold."

"I'm fine," Long Yan sighed, "I have half a demon core to keep me warm, but Lin Lang has no one to accompany me here, it's too lonely."

"Hypocritical." Yang Chan commented, "You should have thought of Ye Linlang's fate when you left back then, why bother to abuse yourself like this now."

"I abused myself, and that's my business," Long Yan said with a wry smile, "I won't freeze to death, don't worry, I still have to do things for you, and I won't forget my duty."

He turned around, his feet clattered in front of him, and he saw two shackles locking his hands and feet respectively. It was freezing cold, and the iron was sticking to the skin.He moved slightly, and the adhesive was torn, and blood flowed out.

Yang Chan stared at the wounds and said: "You still remember your duty. You said that if you want to take the earth veins, you need to make up for the seven emotions. I haven't even found one emotion yet."

"You first follow the method I said, record some past events, from far to near, step by step..."

"That's too slow!" Yang Chan interrupted him, "I am 670 years old this year! I have written down so many past events one by one, and I have to write for another 1000 years."

"I heard you say that you love the process and don't like the result..."

"But within 1000 years, anything can happen," Yang Chan said, "I never do things that I'm not sure about, and what I enjoy is always just a moment of pleasure. I don't think you don't understand the truth that changes happen later. .”

"However, this is the only way to get this thing."

"Forget it, I'll find another way. Over the past few years... I've made up my own mind."

She handed him the umbrella: "Take it! If you want to stand here, then keep it. You owe her, as it should be. But if you freeze to death, I don't want to collect your body again."

He picked up the two jars of wine on the ground again: "Anyway, if you don't drink it, I'll take it back."

She turned around, took two steps, and suddenly thought of something, she turned around and asked: "I haven't asked you all these years, because I know you must have reasons why you don't want to say it clearly-but, I still point out your secret behind your back." Senior, I'm curious."

"I swore a poisonous oath, I can't tell about that person," Long Yan shook his head and sighed, "But Yang Chan, you don't know how many people in the world are looking for what you want. You can get that thing. , is the crime of carrying a jade, and one day, it will bring disaster..."

Yang Chan snorted coldly: "Then let them grab it, and I will kill whoever comes."

In the fluttering snow, she stopped asking questions and started to walk away.

Long Yan shouted again behind her: "Yang Chan, I want to remind you that it is not a mortal thing, one mistake will bring disaster to the common people..."

It is common people again.

"Then it will be a disaster." Yang Chan turned his back to him, "I don't care what happens to the common people!"