Leopard Tooth

Only then did Song Aiguo feel that the past was wasted.Maybe it was a kind of happiness to waste time at that time.

He comes to the kitchen.There is no gasoline here.But there is a lot of cooking oil.He picked up a bucket casually.walked out.Did not look back.He knows that even if he is nostalgic again.It doesn't help either.It's better not to read it.Adds to the sadness.

in his mind.The chaotic dark clouds intertwined with nostalgia for the past and confusion about the future have been overwhelming him.

When Song Aiguo raised his favorite curtain in the past.Colorful glass beads collide with each other.Make a pleasant sound.That voice seemed to reach directly to the bottom of my heart.

When I heard this delicate and sweet voice again.It was as if a bolt of lightning had split the dark clouds covering my heart.Lights up all.

"All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such" echoed in my mind with an unfamiliar voice of chanting.His nostrils even smelled the sandalwood from the temple.

Song Aiguo recalled the ascetic monk in the town.From time to time, those monks would come to his shop for alms.If he is available.Occasionally, I would sit down and listen to the lectures of the ascetic monks.Of course, it was all dispensable at that time.Or the attitude of listening to stories to pass the time.

There are only three or four ascetics in total in the temples in the town.In addition, most of the residents in Mangxin Town believe in Buddhism.Therefore, everyone’s support is usually enough for them to survive.And these monks don't store any food money.Eat only one meal a day.At about noon, I will go out for alms.When you meet devout believers, you will also offer other things.Such as sandalwood.Like a new futon or flowers or something.

If anyone wants to listen to Buddhist scriptures.Or lectures.They will stop.Talk to people carefully.Then there will be a look of joy from the heart on the face.Then he would say: "It's a sin, it's a sin. There should be no sorrow or joy."

In Song Aiguo's opinion.These people are like harmless insects and animals in the rainforest.Because these monks never take the initiative to ask residents to listen to their lectures.And I won't hold back when I am begging for alms.If residents refuse handouts.They will also whisper the Buddha's name politely.Namaste salutes.Then go to the next one.That is, the residents just give a rice ball.Or leftovers.They also readily accepted.These behaviors are probably indistinguishable from non-aggressive animals.

In the few times Song Aiguo listened to the scriptures.He once asked: "What do you do every day besides begging for money, chanting scriptures, and sleeping?"

"Sit quietly. Oh. Just meditate. Let yourself not think about anything." The ascetic monk replied.

Song Aiguo laughed at the time: "Think about nothing. That's easy. You know what. I often don't think about anything."

The ascetic monk didn't seem to hear the ridicule in his words.He just said with a little joy: "Then congratulations to the benefactor. This shows that you are very wise."

"Oh. Huigen. What is it?" Song Aiguo asked curiously.

"It is the potential to possess wisdom. Just like me. Even though I recite scriptures and meditate every day, I still can't calm down. I can't even reach the state of being a benefactor. I'm ashamed." The ascetic monk's faint words always carry some kind of echo.At least Song Aiguo thought so.

Song Aiguo felt that what the monk said seemed to be understandable.But there seems to be another explanation.At that time, he couldn't help but asked: "Ask me. What is the wisdom you are talking about."

The ascetic monk was probably over 50 years old.There are knife-like wrinkles on the thin face.There is always a sense of chaos in the eyes.It's like being full of things.At this moment, I heard Song Aiguo's question.He raised his eyes and looked at him carefully.Song Aiguo's gaze is still fresh in his memory.

Then the ascetic monk recited this sentence: "All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such."

After a pause, he said, "As far as I know. This is wisdom."

Song Aiguo remembered this verse ever since.When he woke up from his meditation.The ascetic monk has disappeared.Although I will still go to his shop for alms in the future.But Song Aiguo didn't dare to ask any more questions.Because he felt that what these monks said would shake his heart.When you question your beliefs.That would be a very scary thing.Even scarier than being hunted down.

Because of the process of escaping in the past.Song Aiguo also repeatedly persuaded himself to give up.But in the end, they all relied on their own beliefs and persisted.Without this belief.Perhaps he was already dead.

There was a time.That sentence lingered in his mind.Let him think involuntarily.Then confirm the past experience.Sometimes it makes sense.Sometimes it feels too negative.

Song Aiguo thought: "If everything is illusory, then why are you still alive? It's better to die. But why don't those ascetic monks die."

He really wanted to go to the temple and ask the monks this question.But I was afraid of getting a more shocking answer.Over time.The matter was forgotten.

this moment.At the brink.The crisp sound of the glass beads brought up this problem again.Song Aiguo suddenly had an impulse.Before leaving, I want to ask those monks: "Why don't you die. Why can't these people stop and stop. Why do you have to kill me. I will kill you."

But now is not the time.But there was a voice in his heart asking him: "Now is not the time. When will be the time." He seemed to be in the morning and evening classes of That Luang Temple in Vientiane suddenly.Hundreds of monks whispered chanting around them.That weird, low tone was like some sort of calling.

Song Aiguo concentrated his mind to dispel the murmur from his mind.He came to the hall with the oil drum.

After getting Li Moyang's consent.Pour oil and water over the corpse.The lobby is filled with the smell of olive oil.It is a daily cooking oil in Southeast Asia.As long as it is cheap.And universal.In Mangxin Town.Song Aiguo couldn't buy any other peanut oil or rapeseed oil.Not even blended oil.

But in the days of the Golden Triangle.Meal and sleep in the wind.It is difficult to eat food with oil and water.Song Aiguo stopped being picky for a long time.Later, the "Tianchao Food City" was opened.He also used this olive oil.And made some adjustments in the seasoning.Use locally grown spices as much as possible.After many experiments.Can also make a good taste.

Li Jianrui looked at the orange olive oil poured on the body.Slowly attached to the field uniform.Flowing on the floor.Want to say something.But found that his throat was choked.Nothing can be said.Maybe this time.It's better not to say anything.Except for the sound of water.It was quiet in the lobby.

The soldiers all stared at the two heroic souls.My heart is extremely heavy.