Bunny eye blur

Chapter 953 Washing Husha (Thirteen)

The tea in the bowl rippled a few times horizontally, Xue Ling slowly brought the bowl to his mouth, and took a sip.He also heard Xue Ming boast that the bald head is really the heart of a Bodhisattva.Probably the hot soup has a miraculous effect, at least the body doesn't seem to have just cooled down.

The rain did not go as fast as Xue Ming said, the two of them left the gully garden in the afternoon, and it was already halfway through when they went down the mountain, and the night came early on a rainy day, and when there was mist in front of them, they could still hear the heavy rain pouring out of the house .

Xue Min looked at the window several times, and couldn't help but asked Xue Ling in a low voice if he wanted him to go back first, to make the carriage as close as possible, and think of other ways by the way.

Xue Ling was still holding the teacup in his hand, followed Xue Min to look out of the window, and said: "How can we get out of the rain? If you really can't go back here, it's not like you can't stay here. The Bodhisattva doesn't mind. You What are you jumping on?"

Xue Ming paused, in the past Xue Ling had no shortage of food and drink, and it was indeed enough to spend just one night in this thatched hut.What's more, the carriage couldn't come down the mountain at all.

This is the side gate of the Yinfo Temple, and there is a small path leading to the outside, let alone a carriage, even a horse cannot be brought in.It was okay when it snowed last time, and I went out with some umbrellas, and my robes and cloaks were enough to cover me.

It's just that the clothes on Xue Ling's body are still moist, and it's more difficult to sleep like this all night than eating and sleeping in the open air. After thinking about it for a while, he said that it would be better if he went back and brought clean clothes.

Xue Ling was teased by him for no reason, and said: "Forget it, just stay there, wait for a while and don't stop, just pick a spare time in the rain, and I'm not a fool.

If the thief really doesn’t want to open your eyes, you can find a bald man in the temple.” She rolled her eyes, looked at the direction where the old monk was sitting, and turned her words: “Look for a teacher, please. The two sets of monk's robes come wrapped in one piece, this is a pure place for Buddhism, so is it possible that we can watch you and me die of cold and hunger? "

While speaking, a smile filled his face, and he was sincere and respectful, just like a devout believer who has worshiped the Buddha for [-] years.Xue Min thought it made sense, but he always felt that Xue Ling was smiling like a fox, something was wrong.

Suppressing his heart, he said yes, and turned back to discuss with the monk. The monk still smiled and said that although there are many disasters in the Li people, thanks to the blessing of the Buddha, two sets of monk clothes in the temple can afford a meal. Then go ask for it.

Xue Min bowed to thank him, but he had to have clean clothes in exchange, so it didn't matter if he returned or not.If Xue Ling wants to take a rest at night, he can stand outside the house by himself. This old monk should be wise, so that he won't sit until dawn.

He replied to Xue Ling according to the usual rules, and said: "Master is so compassionate, I will fetch it later." In fact, there was a big piece of ground in the room, and everyone could hear everything clearly. There was no need for him to spread the word, Xue Ling put the bowl aside and said, "No hurry, it's not dark yet, who said I'm going to stay here overnight."

After saying that, he got up, walked closer to the old monk, bent down to look at the old monk and said with a smile: "But the master has this heart, whether it is worth it or not, I will always thank him personally."

Xue Min felt that she really didn't appreciate her, so he hurriedly stepped forward, fearing that Xue Ling would do something out of the ordinary.The old monk remained motionless, and said: "Everything that has a purpose should be viewed in this way. Buddhism only asks about cause and effect, and the donor must have a cause, so he has this fruit. Don't thank the old monk with kindness and hatred."

Xue Ling frowned, leaned closer, and said with a smile: "You are so unreasonable, I will thank you, you are ashamed, do you think I am dishonest, and I am a woman who can't see the Buddha, ruining your way ?”

"The benefactor made a mistake. The old monk and the benefactor are both shelters from the rain. There are thousands of appearances, all of which are caused by chance. The benefactor does not need to thank the benefactor, but the old monk dare not thank him."

Xue Ling thought for a moment, pointed to the fire on the table, and said, "I'm a layman, and I can't understand the cause and effect of Buddhism. Nothing else, you always boil the water on the table, just for a few bowls of water, I You should also say thank you."

The old monk slowly raised his hand to look at the burning fire, and said with a kind smile: "Although the water is boiled by the poor monk, it is not boiled for the benefactor. The benefactor just met the rain and the water. Donate good fortune, what to do with the poor monk.

It's irrelevant, so why thank you? "

Xue Ling really couldn't make sense of the relationship between these words, and wondered: "Why is it irrelevant?" She was very persistent, and asked: "I Yulu, since the master thinks there is a destiny, why don't you explain it clearly, let me take a look at this How boundless the Dharma is, maybe after I listened to it, I would shave my hair and become a sister-in-law when I went back, and I would also add a new family to the Buddhist family."

The old monk shook his head slightly and said: "The benefactor is joking, what the poor monk said is that the poor monk is here, whether it is making tea or boiling medicine, it is all the work of the poor monk.

Today, if the benefactor can thank the poor monk for the grace of one water, he will definitely resent the poor monk for the hatred of no water.The benefactor may wish to think about it, if there is no tea in the pot, but poisonous poison, may there be resentment.

However, whatever is boiled in the pot is the work of the poor monk. Why should the donor be joyful, mournful and fearful because of other people's deeds, and bind himself like a cocoon.

The worldly entanglement is nothing more than this. Since the poor monk has become a monk, although he is in the world, he has already broken his relationship with the world. How dare he violate the Buddha and accept the gratitude of the donor?Goodness. "

Xue Ling's smile receded, and he slowly stood up straight. Without further words, he walked to the window and looked outside, then turned around after a long time, and said lightly, "I have observed the great accomplishment of Master's Dharma, and I have kept something in my mind until now. , I wonder if the master can solve the puzzle?"

"Donor but say it's okay."

"Are there ghosts and gods in this world?"

"Good, one thought becomes a ghost, one thought becomes a god, the Buddha sees people's hearts."

"Since there is a Buddha in the world, why is the scorching heat and winter unbearable in the world?" She paused: "Today is the beginning of summer. If I see Lingshan in the future, will I be able to live forever in spring in March and rest in the cycle of four seasons forever?"

The old monk raised his head and said with a smile: "This matter is as easy as flipping the palm of your hand, why should the benefactor ask for Lingshan. If you pity the flowers, there will be spring, and if you stop the candles and there is no fire, the night will be bright."

Xue Ling was very anxious: "Pitying flowers may not always be in spring, how can night be bright when you stop candles?"

Without hesitation, the old monk nodded his head slightly and said: "There are stars and moons, and the night is bright. There are bonuses everywhere in life, why should the benefactor be obsessed with the old spring." After saying that, he lowered his head, still standing with his palm on his chest, as if he was reciting scriptures silently .

Xue Ling stared at it for a long time, then returned to the table, served the pottery bowl two or three times but did not drink any more.Seeing that the night was getting darker, Xue Ming got up and asked for two monk clothes first.

Xue Ling came back from something in a trance, looked out the window, it was foggy and said it was dark, and he could roughly see the bamboo shadow shaking, saying that most of the green color of the bright bamboo leaves had lost most of it, and he heard the sound of the rain fading away for a moment, turning his face away He forced a smile and said, "Forget it, I think it's raining less, let's go."

Xue Min saw that she didn't respond immediately, the rain was indeed a little lighter, but he had seen it just now, it was still very dense, and it took about a cup of tea to go out from the back mountain to the carriage place, and it would not be good if the night fog cleared Estimated the time of day, I am afraid that people have not yet walked out, and it will be completely dark.

Xue Ling sighed, got up and patted the skirt of his clothes, and said: "Go, go, forget it, I am a woman, if I really sleep here tonight, I don't care." She pointed to the old monk and said: "He Whoever doesn’t become a Buddha will count.”

Xue Min was a little embarrassed, Xue Ling walked around and went out the door first, but Xue Min had no choice but to catch up.Sure enough, the rain was still falling in the sky, but fortunately, it was still dark when we arrived at the carriage, the driver's anxious head was about to be pulled off, and he even said that no one was watching the horse. Can only die in place and wait.

Xue Ling opened the curtain and said, "Maybe it's okay, let's go back quickly, and the rain will come again." The place is remote, and what's more, the coachman is right. If you find it, it's just more umbrellas, which won't help. Don't run away, waiting here is the best policy.

The two of them got into the car to go to Xue Ming, took out the Zhang Pazi from the compartment on the car, and only said to wipe it first.It's okay for Xue Ling to pick it up casually, and at the end of the sentence, she said with a smile that in previous years, the snow falling on the atom was so big that it could kill people, and she was never afraid.

Xue Min followed suit with a smile, raised the horse's hooves, crushing the last ray of spring this year.When we returned to Heyuan, it really rained heavily again, and it must be a good horse pulling the cart in Guheyuan, otherwise we would not know if we were stuck on the way.

The people below took umbrellas, shouted and shouted, and rushed Xue Ling back to the residence, and the hot ginger soup was ready early.Although Yi Bai didn't come in person, he sent someone to say hello, Han Yan followed him back and forth, watching Xue Ling refuse to leave after getting into the bathtub, and kept saying that he shouldn't go, it's raining so hard today, How to walk on the mountain.

Seeing that she was in a hurry, Xue Ling lazily submerged in the water and refused to answer.After listening to it for a long time, I couldn't help laughing, Han Yan felt embarrassed for a while, and said angrily: "Oh, I can't persuade you, forget it."

Xue Ling said: "You go to rest earlier, I don't mind."

Han Yan muttered a few more times before retreating, Xue Ling was still soaking in a pool of hot water for a long time, still unable to figure out, is there any bonus in life?

She thought that Han Yan looked like Lu Wen'an just now, when he sneaked out of Pingcheng in previous years, Lu Wen'an also hopped around and complained that he shouldn't go, he shouldn't go, he shouldn't go.

However, how could Han Yan compare with Lu Wen'an?It is clear that it is not at the red place now, and the flower is red at the red place in the old days.

The maid outside the door asked twice in a row if she wanted more water, but Xue Ling knew that she was urging herself to get up.She took the clothes by herself, tidied them up, picked up some snacks and then lay down on the bed.

When I woke up from a dream, I saw that there was only an inch left on the candlestick beside the bed.She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, propped herself up, sat for a while, seeing that the candle was about to burn out, she blew away the remaining smoke with a whistling sound, got out of bed and crept to the window in the dark.

The pajamas were loose, and the old scars on the wrists between the raised hands were still there, winding around the edge of the window as if they were going to be firmly locked, preventing her from pushing them away.After entangled for a long time, she heard a squeak. She didn't care about the damp and cold air hitting her face like a knife, and hurriedly raised her head to look at the sky.

But this night, the rain is like hemp, and there is no star and no moon.

.

(End of this chapter)