Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 955 Xie Chi Chunyun Monk: Crossing ([-])

The Buddha told me: cross all living beings, cross all things, and cross [-] living beings in a drop of water.

This is your life.

Buddha, have you ever told me how to cross me?

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When he was born, the Buddha's light outside Daci Temple was shining everywhere, clouds and mist climbed up the gray stone steps, and the morning sun was filled with faint dampness.

The abbot of Daci Temple picked him up from the stone steps and gave him a name.

cloud depths.

They said that he was born with the command of the Buddha, so that he can cross thousands of living beings in the world and understand the most difficult Dharma in the world.

He doesn't know if it is, but he grew up in the temple since he was a child, eating, carrying water, having morning classes, and listening to scriptures.However, those difficult Buddhist scriptures were opened up one after another, the Vajra Flower, ten lines at a glance, and he was still young at that time, but those things that his brothers and masters thought were quite difficult to understand, were just a glance for him.

He spent his 18 years in this mountain, wearing coarse monk clothes and simple food, as if he was used to it.

Probably because of his Buddha nature, he doesn't have much feeling for fireworks in the world.

Every year, there are countless people who go to Daci Temple to pray for Buddha. At that time, he knelt behind the abbot, listening to them crying with joy, and couldn't help himself.Some are for wealth, some are for power, some are for parents, wives and children, and some are for the person you love.

He doesn't understand, and he doesn't need to understand, those things are nothing more than that in his opinion, why put himself in such a predicament?Birth, old age, sickness and death happen every day, such joys and sorrows are so strange.

In his eyes, human beings are no different from all other living beings. When he walks in the mountains, ants give way, birds sing in his ears, fish swim and wag their tails, everything is the way of practice.

When he was born, there was a cat in the temple, and every day he would give a steamed bun to the raccoon cat, and the cat would stick to him in a different way.

The cat grew up day by day. When he was doing morning class, the cat would hug his wooden fish and play with it. When it found a pine cone, it would scratch and roll with its paws. It chased a mouse in the Buddhist scriptures pavilion. So he grabbed the scriptures that had been handed down for hundreds of years, and when the abbot saw that he couldn't bear the pain, he knelt there calmly, and then took a pen to copy the principles that the predecessors had realized again and again. , the cat was squatting next to it, grabbing a lamp on the table with its paws, and was scalded with a "meow", it bent its body and raised its tail to look at the oil lamp...

Later, year after year, the kitten turned into a big cat, and the big cat turned into an old cat. Its teeth began to fall out, its eyes became cloudy, and it could no longer lightly jump onto the beams to chase the rats that stole oil.He took the steamed bun for it to eat, watched it open its mouth, and then swallowed it. However, it took a lot of effort to bite off a small piece, and finally swallowed it with difficulty.

One day, the cat finally disappeared. He and his brothers searched for it for a long time, but they couldn't find it.

The abbot said that cats are spiritual, and when they are about to die, they will leave alone and find a place where you can't find it to wait for death, lest its owner will look sad.Don't look for it. If you find it, you will desecrate this spirituality.

He no longer looks for it.

Buddha pays attention to fate. The fate between the cat and him came more than ten years ago, and the fate between each other was exhausted ten years later, so they stopped there.

All living beings, why bother to be persistent.

That year, the abbot called him to him.

"Now that you have practiced for 18 years, I really have nothing to teach you in terms of Buddhism. You have surpassed me by far. Your life is different from ours. When you are born as a Buddha, you will naturally accomplish a lot of merit. Although Monks all pay attention to birth, but how can you come and go if you don’t enter? Practice in the mountains, and your path of practice may stop here. At the beginning, Sakyamuni only realized Taoism in seven days after experiencing the world of mortals. Now, you can also go Let’s go through the secular world, go through the ups and downs, see the birth, old age, sickness and death of all people, travel thousands of miles, and see all kinds of sorrows and joys. But don’t delay in the affairs of the world. You will come back after two years.”

He complied.

In fact, joining the world is not attractive to him at all. He doesn't feel that anything can hold him back. He is born indifferent. He has lived in the world of mortals, but he has never felt the world of mortals.

He went down the mountain, grew his hair, and became a traveler in the world of mortals.

There are lights at the foot of the mountain, and there are ups and downs.He saw the birth of a baby, and the joy on people's faces; the old man closed his eyes, and his family and grandchildren lay on the coffin and wept bitterly; when he passed by the bustling city, he looked up and saw the girl with red sleeves swaying gracefully; Wan Guan once dispersed...

He believes in Buddhism and Taoism, and he doesn't feel that there is anything that can hold him back. Compared with the world, he is more willing to comprehend every word in the Buddhist scriptures.

It seems that it doesn't make any sense.

Until that year, he went round and round in the world of mortals, and finally came to the capital of the country, Dongdu.

In March, when the flowers are blooming and the stream is cut, you can vaguely see the Danqing barrier when you pass by others. It is a first-class prosperous place in the world.

However, in his eyes, it is not as good as the white clouds outside the world, exploring the ancient well of one's heart.

However, he met her.

He saw her and remembered her, but before she remembered him.

There are spring lanterns in March, and with the arrival of spring in a city, there are also lights. The people in the whole city are decorated with beautiful lanterns, colorful and colorful, as if they want to compete with the boundless spring.

It was very lively at night, he was walking alone on the avenue with people coming and going, people passed by him, but his eyes calmly looked forward, the grand scene in the world, but it couldn't arouse a little ripple in his heart.

He didn't know what happened in front of him. People cheered and moved forward. He wanted to escape, but he was caught in the crowd and rushed forward.

Then, when he finally stopped, he knocked off a girl's embroidered shoe.

The festive lanterns were flourishing, and a lantern was hanging under the banyan tree above his head. When he lowered his head, the bright red skirt was the first thing he saw. No matter how time passed, the scene at that moment never left his mind. Swinging away, on the contrary, it becomes more and more profound in the sculpting of time.

He remembered that the bright red was a dark red under the light of the dark lights, and the large pomegranate flowers outlined the corners of the skirt, like brilliant fireworks blooming in the night sky, and the small ankle, It dragged out from the corner of the dark red skirt.

At that time, I may have doubts, why the lights in the dark made the bright red skirt also dark, but why didn't the white ankles also be covered with a layer of dark color, but instead appeared more and more white in the black , white like the blooming Wangchun flowers outside Daci Temple, facing the drizzle with a trembling and moving beauty.

But when he looked at this beauty, it was the same as looking at the magnolia flowers in the mountains. It was just a scene among all creatures, but because of its beauty, it was just a slight impression at first.

He waited for the girl to turn her head back and question him, maybe she gave him an annoyed look, or maybe she bent down quietly out of shyness, and hooked the shoe up silently.

Girls in the world are like this. His daughter's attitudes are various, and he can take them calmly.

And the girl didn't turn her head at all, but looked forward with her head up on her feet, as if the things ahead were more attractive to her.Just when he thought that the girl might not have noticed that her shoe was trampled off at all, the girl stuffed her foot into the shoe.

She knows it.

But this girl didn't care at all, she held the hand of a young girl next to her, and said excitedly: "His Royal Highness and Miss Wuyou, we must work hard to have a look."

The little girl next to her spoke softly, "Ah Chun, there are too many people, we can't squeeze through."

The girl held her hand, and while talking, stuffed the shoes she had stepped on, but they still didn't stuff them in. Bai Shengsheng's ankle was twisted, and it was more like a flower in the rain. Wangchun flowers.

The little girl named "Achun" still smiled and said to the little girl next to her, "Ah Jing! Look at me!"

As he said that, Ah Chun put his hand on Ah Jing's waist, and then pulled it, and then Ah Jing called out: "Ah Chun, my purse!"

However, the girl had already thrown the money bag with a cheerful smile: "It's money!"

"Crash-"

In an instant, the copper plate fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and people bent down and began to pick it up.

The little girl named Ah Chun flicked the slippery shoe on her foot, and that snow-white foot broke free from the embroidered shoe like a flower blooming in an instant. Hid the flower.

The little girl dragged another little girl forward, and when he raised his head, he saw that girl turned her head from the side, smiling happily, carefree and flying freely, but it seemed like another flower.

What flowers?I didn't think of it for a while.

He lowered his head, and saw the embroidered shoe lying there, light green, with a small yellow flower embroidered on the tip.

He lived in Dongdu, and the emperor in the palace knew his identity somehow, and prepared a house for him to live in.

Once it comes, it will be safe, so he can just come here to comprehend those solitary copies hidden in the palace.

He went to the palace every afternoon and brought a book back to read, prepared some fresh fruits and vegetables, and a cup of bitter tea, as if he was doing morning and evening classes in the temple every day.

There is only a big house next to his residence, although it is very big, but it does not seem to have any servants, so it is clean.

But cleanliness has nothing to do with him. When he is doing his own thing, no sound can reach his ears.

There is a big peach blossom tree next door. It may be a hundred years old, but it is still full of vitality. It spreads its branches endlessly and opens a huge peach blossom umbrella. It is spring at this time. Looking at it from a distance, the green A flourishing peach blossom protrudes from the tiled white wall.

The peach blossoms of the tree protruded over the wall, and a thick branch grew in his small courtyard.

He often read Buddhist scriptures on the stone table with this peach blossom.

It’s just that the fruits that were often placed on the table disappeared. The first time there was no cold tea, probably because the tea was too bitter later, so I only picked some fruits to eat.

He didn't care.

When we were in Daci Temple, birds would often fly over to peck the steamed buns of their brothers and sisters, and everyone felt free to do so.

To him, any of these things seemed to be no different from that bird. He ate whatever he ate, and everything in the world had its own place.

Until one day, because there were some mistakes in the Buddhist scriptures, he did not go to the palace to exchange books as usual, but took a pen under the peach blossom branch to transcribe and annotate the mistakes that the predecessors said.

A bird flew in front of him, and looked at him timidly, but felt the breath of this person, no longer afraid, stepped forward, and pecked the ink in the inkstone with its sharp beak. , maybe thought it was something delicious, but after pecking it, the small beak became black and sharp, and he froze for a while, then hurriedly shook the bird's head.

He looked at it, then put down the pen in his hand, and then picked up a fruit and put it in front of it.

And when he was taking the fruit, he finally heard a woman's voice from the big house next to him: "You girl! Why don't you set an example for your younger brothers and sisters when you are so old, and you don't like wearing shoes when you are so old. Which lady in Dongdu looks like you? Where are you hiding? You can't hide anywhere! Come out!"

He lowered his eyes and watched the bird peck at the flesh.

At this time, the peach blossom branches on his head trembled, and he raised his head.

The spring sun is shining, the peach blossoms are scorching, a bright red skirt that burns like fire slips down from under the peach blossom tree, and the two white feet are like spring flowers in early spring, blooming crystal clear in the sun.

The girl sat under the peach blossom tree, looked down at him, and was taken aback for a moment, probably not expecting that there was someone here.

He looked up at her, a tree of peach blossoms, the girl's face was shining brightly, looking at him, and then, the peach blossoms and gorgeous smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, which instantly shone into the red world of his life.

The girl smiled, her eyebrows and eyes curved.

"Hi, my name is Chun, what's your name?"

(End of this chapter)