My girlfriend is from the future!

Chapter 385

There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and it is cold and I do not know the year.

Chuanling Ancient Temple has a winding path leading to a secluded place. It was a foggy day and the mountain road was difficult to walk. As a result, the incense in the temple was cold and the mountain gate was lonely.

"The old spirit on the Sansheng Stone, it is not necessary to watch the moon and sing the wind. I am ashamed that lovers go to visit each other, although the opposite sex will last forever in this life..."

Wearing a blue monk's robe, a pair of hundred-nabu shoes, and a silently turning rosary in my hand, I stood outside the gate of the temple, looking at the mountain road covered by mist, feeling something in my heart, and then I chanted.

There was fog in the mountains, the frost was heavy and the dew was heavy. The little disciple beside him let out a cloud of white air from his mouth, rubbed his hands together, raised his head and asked:

"Master, do you think that benefactor will come back?"

I stretched out my hand, touched his head, and said with a smile:

"The benefactor said yes."

"Then have you waited?" the little apprentice asked back.

My heart darkened, noncommittal.

Here, I have indeed seen many sentient beings, there are youths in their thirties who are still depressed, teenagers at the age of seventeen or eighteen come to the temple in groups to petition, of course, I have also seen many red men and women who are trapped by love, and Witness some life and death...

Hundreds of times?How many times?Or, tens of thousands of times?
Due to too many times, I can't remember the specific number, but one of them left a deep impression on me.

"Master, is there anything special about the benefactor you are waiting for?"

The apprentice knows me and asks frankly.

I stared at his little face kindly and said, "If there is anything special, it may be that he never worships Bodhisattvas."

The apprentice scratched his head: "What's so strange about that?"

"But he also made a wish." I revealed the answer.

"Then...he doesn't believe in Bodhisattvas, so who did he make his vows to?" The little apprentice was confused.

I tapped his heart with my fingers as if teasing, the apprentice was itchy all over, laughed and ran away.

"Master, it's time for morning class!"

He ran into the temple gate and reminded me loudly.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

At this time, the morning bell in the mountains rang, and the birds in the forest flew in fright, bringing out a long tail of mist lingering in clouds and smoke.

I took one last look at the long and unchanging mountain road, then turned around, carried the hand that turned the rosary behind my back, and carried it into the temple.

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In the temple, there are two places for monks to learn Buddhism. One is the Dharma hall, which is specially used for preaching scriptures and preaching, and the other is for monks to practice meditation and sit in meditation.

In the middle of the Dharma hall, there is Vairocana Buddha sitting on the Sumeru seat. This Dharma statue is nearly four meters high, and the wooden body is covered with gold and lacquer. The wooden statues of the two Bodhisattvas are separated on the left and right. The statues are more than 2 meters high.

In the monastery, the sound of drums and chants gathered by the monks in the morning resounded, and there was a burst of ethereal pan sounds like the sound of heaven, which made people feel at ease, but they could only hear the sound, but not the person. In this huge teaching hall, only me and my little brother The two apprentices sat opposite each other.

Not long after, I heard a rustling of clothes. The disciple's meditation skills were very poor. I opened my eyes in front of the Buddha and saw his immature appearance pretending to close his eyes.

I smiled lightly, seeing my expression with his half-closed eyes, he also opened them, giggling and curiously asking:
"Master, you are so wise, why do you still meditate like me?"

I pointed to the leaves falling outside the door, and asked:

"The leaves fell on the ground outside, what are you going to do?"

The little apprentice replied very quickly: "Sweep clean!"

"But the leaves will grow new shoots every year, and they will fall again when the season comes."

"Yeah, so I have to clean it every year, it's annoying..."

I clasped my hands together, "So, Master is no different from you, they are just sweeping the floor."

The little apprentice seemed to understand, but he scratched his head and begged:

"Master, you should tell stories, I still like listening to stories."

I asked him, "Where did I say last time?"

He replied: "You said you were going to tell me a story about a vixen!"

I was dumbfounded for a while, and after thinking about it, I thought about it, and said slowly:

"Once upon a time, there was an eminent monk named Baizhang Zen Master. Whenever he opened the altar to preach, there would be an old man standing in the corner of the hall to listen to the Dharma devoutly. This situation has accumulated over time and lasted for many years.

One day, Zen Master Baizhang wondered why the old man would come every time, so after the lecture that day, he left the old man alone, asked him to come forward, and asked him why.

The old man folded his hands and said sincerely, Master, I am actually not a human being. I was originally a wild fox in the mountains. Every time I come here, I just want to seek liberation from Buddhism.

Zen Master Baizhang asked, what kind of relief do you seek?

The old man said, 500 years ago, I was also a Dharma master, and I was also the host of this temple. Because I made a mistake, I had a fox body for 500 years, so I asked the Dharma master to liberate me.

It turned out that 500 years ago, the fox, who was still a mage at the time, met a believer who asked him to clarify his doubts, and asked him, do great practitioners still fall into cause and effect?

In other words, is a person like you still bound by cause and effect? "

At this point in the story, I paused for a while, and the little apprentice impatiently asked:
"How did the old fox answer?"

I turned the rosary in my hand and said in a deep voice:
"The old fox replied that there is no cause and effect. But it was this sentence that caused him to suffer retribution. Since then, the fox has been reincarnated for five hundred years and suffered unspeakably."

The little apprentice asked back: "Master, what is the correct answer?"

"The answer, just talking, is endless..."

I closed my eyes and continued to meditate.

The little apprentice was anxious, stood up and shook my body, and the sound of seeking answers was clamoring in my ears——

"Master, master, did that fox finally change back?"

"Master, master, what do you mean by cause and effect?"

"Master, Master, I'm cold and hungry, look at me..."

"Master, Master, I'm in so much pain! Please help me..."

"Master, Master..."

The immature voice of the apprentice came from all directions, suddenly near and now far away, or charming and charming, or piercing and frightening, or sad sobbing of the listener. During these repeated questioning, there seemed to be Countless questions and infinite emotions.

But in the face of these, I have no waves in the ancient well, and recited:

"If you want to know the cause of the past life, what you received in this life is, if you want to know the result in the next life, what did it in this life, I am the same as you."

"..."

In an instant, all the annoying sounds receded like the tide, my body no longer swayed, and I only heard a gust of wind blowing in my ears, which was mixed with a fading echo:

"Master, master, I left something in the back mountain, please do me a favor, put it away for me..."

I finally opened my eyes, the hall was silent, and there was no one in front of me...

"Ugh--"

With a long sigh, I slowly got up from the futon, left the hall, and walked slowly towards the back mountain.

The pine forest along the road is quiet and quiet. At first, the fog in the mountains rose out of the pine forest, hanging on the pine needles and smearing among the blue rocks.

And as I walked deeper and deeper down the back cliff, layers of dense fog squeezed the sky half short. It seemed that the mountains and rivers all over the world were overwhelmed and I couldn't tell the difference between the sky and the sky. The boundaries of the land, the roads, vegetation and living beings cannot be seen clearly.

I walked through the fog alone, I couldn't see the mountains in the distance, and I couldn't see the road when I looked down, but these didn't hinder my direction.

I've been in this mountain for a long time, and I don't know how many times I've walked this road.

Clouds of slightly chilly mist pounced on my face from time to time, and passed by me, looking sticky and cold. At this moment, a gust of mountain wind blew by, and I stopped in my tracks.

The forest and the ridgelines of the mountain were revealed little by little. When I looked up, a small pavilion outside the mountain could be seen faintly in the middle of the mountain. When I lowered my head, I could see a body exposed among the big rocks in the mountains...

Nameless corpse.

"Amitabha."

I recited in my mouth and walked forward.

The corpse was facing the ground, and in the gaps between the surrounding stone walls, there were still dark red bloodstains that had not been washed by the mountain rain. The ribs are exposed like the forked branches of a dead tree. It can be seen that this person should have jumped down from the mountain, and some ribs were broken by the impact and then came out through the body...

Thinking of my apprentice's entrustment, my eyes shifted to the right hand of the corpse.

The palm that has long been shriveled and decayed is still tightly held, as if before death, grasping the last straw.

However, as soon as I saw it, the corpse that had been dead for many years, the withered palm seemed to be born with a heart, and it slowly relaxed bit by bit, like a lotus blooming.

When I saw the thing in the palm of my hand clearly, I couldn't help but be thoughtful, I stood where I was, and walked carefully...

It was a pocket watch.

Under the mirror covered with spider webs and cracks, the second hand can be seen, moving in the opposite direction.

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I took the corpse down the mountain back to the incarnation kiln of the monastery, and held the cremation ceremony for it, which is unique to monks.

After arranging everything, I changed into the cassock, and saw the corpse lying on the firewood arch, naked and unrecognizable, I thought for a moment, then took off the cassock, covered the surface, and covered its face.

Then, I raised the fire and raised my salary, and within a short while, a big fire broke out.

In the sky full of flames, I held the salute with one hand and turned the rosary with the other, closing my eyes and meditating:

"You should know that in reincarnation, love is the root. All kinds of desires help to develop love, so life and death can be continued. Desire is born of love, and life is born of desire. The love of life depends on the root of desire. Love and desire are caused by love of life. For fruit.

In all worlds, there is always birth and death, there is no front and back, the beginning and end of gathering and dispersing, the continuity of thoughts, the cycle goes back and forth, and all kinds of choices are all samsara.

Before leaving samsara, one can recognize the perfect enlightenment; the nature of that perfect enlightenment flows together; if one avoids samsara, there is no right place.For example, if you move your eyes, you can shake clear water, or if you fix your eyes, you can turn fire, clouds move on the moon, boats move on the shore, and so on..."

This is not like a salvation for the dead, but more like an enlightenment for the living.

Repeating this passage from the "Sutra of Perfection", every time I recited it, I would turn a rosary in my hand until one hundred and seven times later, I slowly opened my eyes, and the fire in front of my eyes had been extinguished, only a few sparks remained.

I went forward, brushed away the ashes, and took a closer look, only to see a pure white bead-shaped object. I picked it up and looked at it, and it was the same as the bodhi seed in my hand...

I can't remember how many times I have seen life and death, but monks have their own way of counting.

For example, the string of beads in my hand, the original number of one hundred and eight, has been changed to the seventh round...

I stared at the moon-white bodhi seed in my hand, and couldn't help sighing:

"What's the point of fighting on the snail's horn? I'm here in the light of the stone fire. Poor..."

(End of this chapter)