The day is thinning west, and the birds and beasts return.
A little girl about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing blue short sleeves, lonely riding the faint afterglow of the dusk, walking hurriedly on the mountain path. A string of Buddhist beads is twisted in his left hand, and a small flashlight is in his right hand. Suddenly I heard a soft and gentle singing, floating from the misty mountains. The little girl kept her mind calm and listened carefully. She felt like she was a country tune, chanting repeatedly: “Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable. A thousand miles away, there is nowhere to say sadness. Even if we meet I don’t know, my face is dusty, my temples are like frost. At night, Youmeng suddenly returns home, Xiaoxuan window, dressing up. There is nothing to say, but tears are thousands of lines. I expect to be broken every year, bright moon night, short Matsuoka. br>
It was Su Dongpo who sang a eulogy in memory of his late wife Wang Fu, “Ten Years of Life and Death, Two Boundlessness” when Su Dongpo was in Michigan. When I first heard it, I couldn’t help feeling the sincere feelings and deep memories of the author for his wife. But later, the pitch suddenly changed, and the more the song sang, the more sad and sorrowful it was. With the breeze, it seemed to be surging with long-standing sadness, which made people feel desolate. The girl listened in a daze for a while. At this time, the dusk was so dark that she could not see the distant mountain road.
The child turned on the flashlight. After a short time, he felt that tonight seems a little weird. The crickets who used to sing in the mountains and forests all fell asleep strangely. The four fields were so quiet that they couldn’t even hear the sound of the wind, and only saw a little flashlight, like the bright light of ghost fire.
The child walked silently for a while, and there was a group of ancient tombs in front of him. In recent years, several new graves have been added, and some graves are decorated with wreaths and white sails, adding to the gloomy atmosphere.
She didn’t dare to look around, passing by the tombs, she could not see. Suddenly, the skin behind him felt numb, as if the cold hair all over his body was standing up. She looked at the sky, there were no stars, and no moon, it was as dark as a huge hole in the universe, and the time seemed a bit reversed. The child slowed down now, just because the mountain road was narrow, he was afraid that he would fall into the abyss by accident. She twirled the Buddha beads in her hand, and walked silently chanting “Namo Amitabha…” She heard someone say that she suddenly shuddered in her body, and there must be something invisible, approaching you.
“I will return to the monastery soon, as long as I enter the monastery!” The more the child thinks, the more scared, the more he thinks about it, the more he keeps reminding himself. She amplified the voice of chanting Buddha a bit, hoping to warn those things and stay away from herself.
With such a breath, I went over several mountains, and suddenly I was taken aback. I saw a young girl squatting in front of an old grave burning paper, wearing a pale pink gown. “Why is there someone here at so late?” The child was slightly curious, and quietly walked a few steps closer. Her age can’t be seen in the fire, it’s a face with a delicate and vulgar face, like a crescent moon, just between the skinThe blood was missing, and he looked abnormally pale. The child just wanted to ask her name, where she lives, and seeing her face full of sorrow, he stopped his mouth and walked around her.
“Little sister, wait a minute…” A cold voice came from behind.
The child’s heart tightened, and when he looked back, he saw the girl standing behind her, her lips moved a few times, as if she had something to say to her. The child didn’t think much about it, and approached her a few steps. A gust of wind blew, and another faint sentence came from her mouth: “Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, self-unforgettable…” The singing stopped, and there was a burst of laughter.
The child knows just now, she sang the song that she heard in the valley, and praised: “Sister! The song you sing is really good!”
The girl sighed and muttered to herself: “What’s wrong with singing a good song? No one cares about it for ten years”
The child is not as careful as it is. Thinking, it was she who was joking, and casually said: “This place, people walk by every day” The girl said coldly: “Who walked here every day?” The child said: “It’s right next to our temple, Living with an uncle Zhang who sells herbal medicine, he comes here every day to gather medicine.” The girl didn’t speak, but stared at her without saying a word.
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Seeing a sad, self-sorrowful look in her eyes, the child couldn’t help feeling sympathy. The child said: “Sister! I’m going back to the monastery. If you feel lonely, come and play in our monastery when you have time.” The girl sighed: “Yes! I haven’t seen each other for ten years.” Suddenly, there was a dark light in her eyes, and she said miserably, “Where is Jiangnan Valley?”
When the child saw her, her expression suddenly changed, and her face turned white and green in an instant, like a paper man’s face. I was afraid, and trembled: “I…I…I don’t know”. The girl suddenly grabbed the child’s hand, and the child felt that her hand was cold to the bone, and a chill instantly spread all over her limbs. I was frightened, only to see her feet wearing a pair of pink embroidered shoes. The hand gradually withered, and the fingertips showed thick bones.
“Ah! I hit a ghost! I hit a ghost! Amitabha! Amitabha…” The child cried out in fear and chanted loudly. The female ghost took two steps back. While the girl waved the prayer beads in her hand, she heard “click”. The female ghost’s head was split apart by the prayer beads in her hand, and the black blood of the maggot gradually disappeared. Flowing down the cracks. It was no longer the complete face before, but it was like a glass ball with human blood, slowly breaking apart. The air was also filled with the smell of rotting corpses, which made her feel nauseous and nauseous in extreme panic.
The child was completely shocked. He closed his eyes and waved the Buddha beads wildly, then turned around and ran away lifelessly. When I ran to the gate of the temple, I dared to look back. “No follow! No follow! Amitabha…” She kept twirling the prayer beads, her heart pounding, the cold sweat of her whole body had wetted the skirt of her chest. Taking a deep breath, smelling the sandalwood incense in the small temple, I felt a little relieved. When I walked up the bluestone steps, I suddenly felt the bead in my hand cold, as if there was a sticky thing hanging on the bead.
At the moment I took a flashlight and looked at a red blood vessel, connected to two white nerves, hanging a small organ that couldn’t tell where it was. Above his prayer beads. Moreover, there was a blue-blue worm crawling up the blood vessel bit by bit, and it was about to touch his finger! “Oh my god! My god!” The girl threw away the prayer beads, and the screams cut through the silent mountain forest. I hurried up the steps and picked up a few maple leaves from the side of the road, saying: “Amitabha, Amitabha…” hurriedly wiped the pus and blood stained on the finger with the leaves.
After entering the monastery, he hurried to the well and washed his hands several times.
“Xuejing…Xue…jing…” A faint voice came from a small candlelit room.
“Master! Master!” The girl yelled twice and ran into the master’s meditation room.
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“Master! Master! What’s wrong with you?” In the candlelight, the girl saw Master Yuanhai’s face pale and staring blankly at the ceiling. The girl was surprised: “Master, Xuejing is here!” She leaned over to Master and held her cold hand. The old abbot Yuanhai slowly turned his head over, looked at her, and said intermittently: “You…you are back!” His expression was quite meaningful, as if he had something to say to her. The girl faintly felt something, she felt sore in her heart, choked up and said: “Master! I’m back! I went to the mountain and picked you some wild kiwis. This is your favorite.” She said, she pulled out ten from her pocket. A few peaches the size of a thumb. He poured a glass of water from the table and brought it carefully to the mouth of the old chairman Yuan Hai.
The old abbot Yuanhai’s dry lips moved twice, and he whispered, “No…no!”
This is called Xuejing The girl, with her sore nose, hurriedly said, “Master! You must be sick! I’m going to find Uncle Zhang who sells herbal medicine!”
Everything in the mountain forest, at this time Quietly as if asleep. The little girl was knocking on the door frantically in front of a small hut by the bamboo forest. After a long time, there was a little movement inside.
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“Uncle Zhang! It’s me, I’m Cheng Xuejing! Hurry up and save my master. He is very sick!” Cheng Xuejing shouted anxiously.
“Oh! It’s Xuejing! Wait, I wearGood clothes are coming soon! “
After a while, a young man with glasses and short hair came out carrying an old schoolbag and hurried back with her.
This uncle is a well-known barefoot doctor in these ten li and eight townships. He admired the way of immortal Buddha because he was young. He was an orphan, so he moved to the mountains after he learned his medicine. , And the abbot of Tianyin Temple, Master Yuanhai became neighbors. In recent years, his medical skills have benefited many villagers and people, and he has also rescued many poor and sick people, and accumulated a lot of merit. He also put in his hands. I have pinched the lives and deaths of many people, and the yang and evil spirits on their bodies are very heavy. Living alone in the mountains and forests did not encounter any trouble.
This girl is Yuan. Master Hai Lao, on the way back wandering around twelve years ago, he picked up an unadopted baby girl at the foot of the mountain. It was obviously past the beginning of the Spring Festival, but on the night when she picked her up, a goose feather suddenly appeared In the ordinary heavy snow, the snow quietly whitened the hills, so she named her Cheng Xuejing. Later, the old Zen master thought that her fate had “Tian Gu” and “Tian Sha”, and she was destined to be lonely in this life and easy to provoke. The things that are not clean, let her grow up in the monastery. For twelve years, under the temptation of the old Zen master, she has also learned to read and read, as well as simple practice methods. Uncle Zhang sees her pitifully, and her own She had a similar fate, so when she went to the county to sell green herbs, she often brought back some food, a few comic books, and little people’s books.
It’s just that. Old Zen Master Yuanhai is already in his old age, and his illness is raging. After taking a closer look, Uncle Zhang shook his head, fearing that he would not be able to survive tonight.
Cheng Xuejing kept going. She ran in and out, holding water and decocting the medicine, without a moment of rest. She vaguely knew in her heart, so she was always frightened. Zen Master Yuanhai is the only relative in this world.
Yuan After all, Zen Master Hai passed away before dawn. When she died, her only concern was that after her death, Cheng Xuejing was still so small, what should she do if she was alone? Uncle Zhang comforted him and said that she would take care of Cheng Xuejing for her. , Raised her up. But Zen Master Yuanhai didn’t want him to be dragged down. After all, it was not a long-term solution. So Cheng Xuejing explained that after his death, Cheng Xuejing would go to Qingxia Temple in Wuyi Mountain to find Master Zen Kong to learn Buddhism. In this way, at the age of twenty, he will be able to become a monk and receive full precepts, and he will have a destination.
Cheng Xuejing holds the gradually cold hand of Zen Master Yuanhai, tears can no longer be restrained, drop by drop. Wet the clothes on her chest.
Two days later, Uncle Zhang led the believers in the village and a few enthusiastic villagers to help Cheng Xuejing hurriedly take the body of Zen Master Yuanhai. It was cremated in the back mountain of the temple.
That night, Cheng Xuejing lay on the empty bed in the temple. At this moment, the night in the small temple is as cold as the deep palace of the ancient princess.lonely. Cheng Xuejing’s heart is full of sadness and confusion about the future. The next morning, he simply packed his things and went to the temple and vowed to obey the master’s will. Uncle Zhang arrived early in the morning and said that Cheng Xuejing was too young to go outside, and at least she had to spend her twelfth birthday this year. But Cheng Xuejing insisted on leaving now. Uncle Zhang had no choice but to donate dozens of pocket money to her and asked her to remember to come back if she had trouble outside.
After Cheng Xuejing bid farewell to Uncle Zhang, she went down the mountain alone.