The waste bird throws down the gods

Chapter 126 Made Me Waste Countless Stories

Teenage love is never enough, a glass of wine is enough to settle one matter, the single-plank bridge preset for the afternoon was broken by a woman's dream at dawn, whether it is gradual enlightenment or epiphany.Who can tell how many lovers have been lost from the blade.

It was a terrible place, and it was often the opposite. The monks of the red sect could marry and have children, but the monks of the yellow sect were born to stick to it for a lifetime.

I happen to be the biggest king in the snowy region elected by the monks of the Yellow School.The relentless and endless study, the boring life, is extremely monotonous, sitting on knees forever, listening to the pain of others, but it can't help them at all.

At that time, several masters told me. "You don't have to care about the life and death of mortals at all. You are the biggest king in the snow region, and you are the belief of the world. As long as you stand high, countless people will prostrate at your feet."

However, few people can understand the loneliness and pain in my heart. Until that day, when I closed my eyes in the chanting hall filled with incense and mist, I suddenly heard a woman chanting admonitions.There is also a sound that has never been heard before, it is tears, the sound of a pious soul falling to the ground.

That woman's body was full of spring colors that couldn't be washed away.Where the eyes flash, there are flowers and plants; when the smile is open, there are mountains and rivers.But that piece of luminous turquoise reflects the fate of her life. She sits in her own deep place to avoid evil spirits, and when she wakes up, she misses those who misunderstood her in vain.With a wave of her hand, the six-dust realm is full of flower seeds she scattered.

From now on, I can only sit under the bodhi tree, I watch chess without saying a word, my heart has been filled with the beautiful image of this woman, I love this woman very much, when I didn't know what love is at the beginning , I found that I had fallen in love with her, and I could not take half a step into the world of mortals, but a woman had already lived in my heart. In the sea of ​​Buddha bells and flowers, in the depths of my dream, there was a woman smiling It looks like a bright spring day.

Whether it is past life, present life, or future life, I can't help worrying about gains and losses.So I often play the piano alone in the snow, I probably like this feeling, because I know that another person in the snow knows me sitting alone on the top of Mount Sumeru, looking away at the thousands of miles of clouds.

In addition, I saw those sentient beings who dare not miss the time of death. According to legend, as long as you carry a basket of stones on your back and climb over the mountain, ask to see me, all your dreams will come true in the heavy snow, and those carrying baskets will be filled with sparkling of gold.However, they used stones to reduce their weight one after another. It didn't matter if they lied for the first time, but they only lied once.

The snow stopped, and a few cherries from the previous life shone on the snow, and everything was over.

The girl walked towards me through the world, leaving an empty city with every step. At this time, a poisoned arrow shot from the afterlife doomed me, the only way out.

I can't help getting close to her, but I'm just a monk, and my duty is to practice. Walking on the streets of LS, I wish I could be the most beautiful lover in the world, but when I get close to her, what reason should I use to get close to her? ?How to help her?
After the final enlightenment, I decided to go to the water to catch the moon, and the flowers and lies along the way were frivolous.I have the best of both worlds between the starting point and the end point, but I can't play the piano for one night, until the leisurely sound of the piano is submerged by the dark fragrance,

I just arrived at the shore, and in a short while, a ray of breeze was shown on the surface of the water. I squatted on the surface of the water and saw that the reflection in the water was neither me nor Buddha, but the woman's infatuated eyes and pious heart.

From then on, when I was chanting sutras, it was not Amitabha who was thinking hard, but the girl's hazy eyes.

When following fate, Brahma's heart is as quiet as the night sky, I just want to fill everything, I just want to clearly understand my heart, what is the purpose of my practice?Under the starlight, I am accurately anonymous. I wrote many love poems, which are regarded as the motto of Buddha by the world, but hidden deep in my heart is the extremely suppressed desire for love.

I always feel that many things just appear and disappear like this. The Buddhist scriptures I don’t want to see are neatly piled up on the bookshelf. Now, but when I stare at my palms, I find that the people who love me keep disappearing from my palm prints. I seem to be able to hear chivalrous women in the wind and dust still screaming every night, and people go far away just to be close. Hugging myself tightly, those stories have gone to a distant place inadvertently, and I just like to smell the fragrance of weeds in the sound of the flute.

I am silent in the air, but my life is miserable.I drink water, quench others' thirst, I am already desperate, my bondage, my bondage in this largest palace, is like a wind unable to hold back the prodigal son of lightning who has fallen into a king, maybe it is just a grain of barley that finally brings all living beings back to life forgive.At this moment, I am a Buddha. I have forgiven all beings, but I have not forgiven myself. My heart is crying out in pain.

Let the bees translate the sound of flowers blooming and falling.I just drank a bowl of buttered tea quietly, as if I had the power of a god.I easily made today's sun bright, and the jade sandalwood burning in the scripture hall finally drove me away from the throne, and there was a hint in the dark.Going for a walk in Longwangtan, I walked in the wind, looked up at the sky, the breeze blew my white robe, and the sleeves fluttered like a fairy. Because sentient beings are not subject to any grammatical constraints, when the poet weeps, golden beans fill the monk's heart bowl with crackling crackles.Everywhere I see are the poems in my heart, those poems are too small and too vague, they easily fall from the tree and fall into my heart bowl, and I slowly collect them.

But suddenly I was stared at by the lotus eyes in my memory, the sky was cold, and every tear was warming the Buddhas, most things in this world were too old, but they were still falling, and my sky was high and the earth was wide. Watching, thinking, but unable to turn away—

But I am never afraid, because wherever I go, there is a dangerous spring.It's like the fierce dog in our memory, which appeared frequently in our childhood fables, but one day, we suddenly realized it, suddenly didn't tell anyone, and escaped from the fable so easily. From then on, the woman's voice became lost shore.And when a cat accidentally catches a woman's heart, who would have thought that hell and heaven would appear between a woman's eyebrows at the same time.

This kind of moment is inconvenient to be suspicious, convenient to be beautiful, convenient to return to retreat in a drop of sweat, and go to retreat, so that I can forget that the beauty of the flowers keeps making mistakes again and again, the sound of the cuckoo, and forget that the women outside the Buddhist gate have been told and forgotten. The promise of the first life turns the diamond into mercury, while admiring the flowers while protecting the Dharma, the world's major events have no beginning and no end, and the dreams are shallow and the love is deep.

The river that cannot be crossed is left to the next life, the flowers are scattered and orderly, I was accidentally injured page by page, and the person who peeped at me became a Buddha in a blink of an eye, and the leaves fell in a blink of an eye.It doesn't matter anymore.

I am powerless to be precise in Buddhism and female sex, and the overflowing adjectives in my heart make me flustered, so that every step is vague and vacillating.Who would have thought that I would suddenly think about it again in a sexual dream, the soul-stirring fairy hides her secrets, and I wasted countless stories, but I still couldn't provide her with a return route.

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