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About three kilometers away from the city center of Kathmandu, there is a swayanblat temple, which is one of the oldest Buddhist relics in Asia. It was built in the 5th century. Since its inception, the mountain road in front of the gate has been trampled by Buddhists who come here one after another every year, and it is full of stone marks.

Swayanblatt means "self light" in Nepalese. Because there are hundreds of wild monkeys regularly fed by monks, it is also called "Monkey Temple".

The base of the tower is a white hemispherical body with a height of 10 meters. The circle on the first layer of the base symbolizes "Earth"; the square on the second layer symbolizes "Qi"; the triangle on the third layer symbolizes "water"; the umbrella on the fourth layer symbolizes "fire"; the spiral image on the fifth layer symbolizes "life". The tower has a square seat and a sharp top. A pair of Nepalese eyes are painted on all sides of the tower.

The pyramid is 13 layers of gold-plated rings, representing 13 levels and knowledge, which is the way to nirvana. There is a huge gem embedded in the top of the canopy, representing nirvana. It's a pleasure to see the panoramic view of Kathmandu from suvajanbu. When the weather is fine, you can see the Himalayan mountains on the tower. When the sun sets, there is another glorious scene.

Moreover, after years of construction by the Nepalese government, swayanblat temple has a solemn Buddhist appearance, towering stone steles and rich sandalwood. It is like weaving tourists walking among the clouds. It is as wonderful as a holy land.

However, in this swayanblat monastery, there is a place blocked by countless tallins, and tourists are forbidden to enter.

But if you look inside from a distance across the Tallinn, you can see the grass inside the Tallinn and countless unknown flowers blooming. But on this fresh and incomparable grassland, there is no magnificent building like the pagoda outside. Instead, you simply built a Mao nunnery. However, although the Mao nunnery is simple and crude, it seems to cross the heaven and earth with a strong spirit However, he did not fall.

But at this moment, outside the Maoan, there is a young monk in white as snow sitting on his knees. The monk's appearance is ordinary, but his eyes are clear and divine. There seems to be a flash of light and compassion in them. At this time, he put his hands together and was in a daze at the wild flowers in front of him. It seemed that he was thinking about the true meaning of the Buddhist scriptures when the kasyah monk grinned at the flowers.

"Kashi, come in!" Just as the young monk looked like a fool, and a smile was about to bloom at the corner of his mouth, the voice of calling came out from the Maoan temple. The voice was as subtle as silk and could hardly be heard.

The monk didn't show any impatience with the man who disturbed his understanding of Zen. He slowly saluted the wild flowers swaying on the ground in the mountain wind. Then he got up and walked into the Maoan.

The interior of Maoan is as simple as the exterior. There is only a faint yellow oil lamp in the house. Although the light is weak, it gives people a sense of peace. There are dense Buddhist scriptures all around. Except for the yellow and green scrolls, there are only two futons laid on the ground.

On one of the futons sat an old monk. The old monk, like the monk Jiashi, was wearing a clean white robe. However, the white robe was worn on the ground. The thin monk was very loose. The mountain wind was blowing through the grass, and the white robe swayed with the wind, as if he could be blown away at any time.

The old monk's eyebrows and whiskers were white, and he had no idea how old he was. Moreover, his face was full of wounds, and even some wounds were still dripping with blood, as if he had just appeared on him for a short time. This ferocious face, coupled with a very thin body, if ordinary people see it, they will think that the old monk is a zombie.

But in fact, he was not a zombie. When he heard the sound of footsteps coming near him, the old monk slowly opened his closed eyes. His eyes were just like those of the Buddhist monk Jiashi. It seemed that there were countless electric lights in them, and his eyes were firm.

After Chao Jiashi slowly glanced at him, the old monk's mouth began to smile. The smile is merciful. With the appearance of the smile, it seems that the light in the Maoan temple is much brighter. People can't help but want to pay homage to him. Moreover, the gentle smile will not violate his terrible cheek. On the contrary, it makes people feel that it should be like this.

When he saw the white robe on the old monk's body, the smiling face of the monk immediately became solidified and dignified. Then he slowly knelt down on the other futon and stared at the old monk, silent, but his eyes turned red.

"You just watched the flowers bloom and fall outside the house. Have you ever understood what the venerable Kasyapa felt when he was smiling?" After a moment's silence, the old monk spoke slowly in a gentle voice, without any waves, just like an ordinary teacher who instructs the younger generation in their homework.

Monk Jiashi's throat stirred for a moment, his face was full of sadness, and he said in a soft voice, "how can the Buddha's Dharma be obtained so easily? I've been thinking about it for a long time. Although I feel something in my heart, I haven't found the true meaning yet."

"There are many talents in the world. Some people are born to know it, while others are still confused to death! Jiashi, if you get it, you will get it. There's no need to break the delusional precepts to fool me. I was born dull. Although I worked hard for half a generation, I got nothing in the end. These are the reasons why the Buddha descended from me... ""Master, if you take a little rest, you will be able to recover. There will be no accident. All the elder martial brothers outside the temple go to collect medicinal materials. I'll get them later. Master, after you drink the medicine, you can recover as before!" Monk Jiashi shook his head slowly, glanced at the outside of Maoan, and then spoke in a deep voice.

After hearing this, the old monk smiles and puts his hand on his shoulder. Under the yellow light, the old monk's hands were already very thin, and the skin outside the skeleton was like crumpled paper, without any elasticity and luster.

After seeing the appearance of these hands, monk Jiashi's face was full of sad color, and he wept silently. His eyes, which were like electric light, were suddenly full of sad color, and two drops of clear tears fell slowly down the corner of his eyes on the old monk's withered hands.

"Life, old age, illness, death, love and separation, resentment and hatred, not being able to ask, and prosperity of five elements. Buddha said that there are eight hardships in life, but I have tasted all the other seven besides the eight! Even if I die, I'm satisfied. " The old monk slowly raised his hand and wiped away the tears on the monk's face. With a silent smile on his face, he slowly continued: "do you know what I asked you to do?"

"I don't know!" Monk Jiashi drooped his head and shook his head, trying to make his voice more peaceful. However, the sadness in his chest could not be erased. On the contrary, it made the words more miserable.

The old monk smiles slightly, and then says, "I'm going to die soon. Calling you to come here is naturally a matter for the future."

"Several elder martial brothers have gone to decoct medicine. Your chronic illness will be cured. I have no reason to say that!" Monk Jiashi shook his head, trying to make his face more smile of the past, but the forced smile was more ugly than crying.

"Idiot, master has tasted the bitterness of life. What else can I miss?" The old monk gave a little smile, waved his hand, coughed twice, but his face suddenly became dignified. Looking at the monk, he said in a deep voice, "you should keep in mind what I say next, and you can do it if you want. You don't have to pay attention to my future affairs!"

"The snow moves Kunlun, the Dragon rises China, the land of Buddha, and the light reappears! You go to Lumbini and look for shuangmuyibai. He will help you finish what I left behind. " After reading the 16 character verse slowly, the old monk returned to his calm face, reached out to touch the top of his head, and said in a slow voice, "if you borrow the four great sages as your body, there is no cause of life in your heart. If you don't have a heart in front of you, you will not be able to get rid of your sins and blessings. "

The voice of the words gradually faded, and finally it was almost inaudible. Then the Maoan was completely calm, and the old monk's eyes were slowly closed, and his body was like a wood sculpture, and he did not move any more.

The light of the oil lamp trembled and then went out slowly, while the Himalayas behind the Maoan suddenly began to burst out bursts of roaring sound, and countless pieces of snow fell down one after another, with a vast momentum.

After hearing the sound of the avalanche, many monks in swayanblat Temple changed their faces. No matter how the tourists reacted, they rushed to the Maoan. They understood that the avalanche represented the old monk's death.

After a long time, monk Jiashi slowly stretched out his hand and gently stroked the ferocious wound on the old monk's face with his trembling fingers. His action was extremely gentle, as if he was afraid that if he was not gentle enough, he would make the deceased monk feel bone piercing pain.

After finishing all this, monk Jiashi got up slowly, did not pay attention to everything behind him, did not take care of the strange eyes of the monks outside the Maoan, and walked quickly towards the outside of swayanblat temple.

Many monks look at the scene in front of them with a puzzled look on their faces. They really don't understand why the younger martial brother of Jiashi monk, who always respected his master most, is so much like this today. They even rush out of the temple without disposing of his dead remains. It's really incomprehensible.

…… In Lumbini, the bells and chimes in countless temples suddenly sound without wind, while the bodhi tree born in Sakyamuni is swaying in the wind. The leaves collide with each other and make a clattering sound. Although the sound is silent, it is full of inexplicable sadness. And among the many white clouds above the bodhi tree, there is suddenly a colorful rainbow.

"The bell chimes, the bodhi tree shakes, and the rainbow runs through the clouds. Which eminent monk of Nepal has passed away?" Looking at all kinds of visions above the sky, Lin Bai's face suddenly changed. He turned to look at Chen Bai'an and said in a deep voice.

Chen Bai'an shook his head slowly, but with a dignified look on his face. What's next?!

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