Museum of Demons

When Yuanjue went to the Patriarch Hall of the Jinshan Temple to settle the cause and effect of my past and present life.

Wei Yuan looked at the scenery around Jinshan Temple, and the white-clothed woman stood quietly next to him, seeming to be thinking about something. He was happy and relaxed. The scenery of Jinshan Temple was quite good. At this moment, the clouds and mist gradually dissipated, and the sun broke through and the clouds were scattered all over the place. The solemnity of the treasure.

Such a big thing happened here, and other tourists were also sent away by the monks of Jinshan Temple, so this Buddhist temple fell into a clean and peaceful place at the moment. When Wei Yuan raised his eyes, he was under that old tree again. , I saw the fallen leaves, and saw the old monk sweeping the fallen leaves.

The fallen leaves fell on his shoulders, and the old monk just swept his head down.

At this time, Yuanjue had already settled his own affairs and strode out.

He nodded and smiled at Wei Yuan, his face still had the kind of simple and simple sense of calmness that he was familiar with in the past, and the slightly sharp and heavy temperament settled down before he walked over to push Wei Yuan's wheelchair and said, "I have been waiting for Wei for a long time. Museum owner, let's go down the mountain."

Wei Yuan nodded. The monk pushed the wheelchair with his palms, and he cultivated the physique of a living King Kong. Wei Yuan’s weight plus the weight of the wheelchair is nothing to Yuanjue, and it’s not much heavier than a feather, holding it. The push handle of the wheelchair can easily lift it up and down the mountain.

But when he reached the mountainside, Wei Yuan suddenly said:

"Yuanjue, there is also the white girl, you guys wait here for a while."

"I want to go up the mountain once."

Yuanjue was surprised.

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "Just like you, there is one thing that needs to be dealt with."

…………

Yuanjue didn't stop Wei Yuan.

Regardless of Wei Yuan’s cultivation base, his methods of protecting the wind are already unique in the world, and it’s easy to get on the ground. This is not a steep mountain. With the wind and autumn rain on the Qingdeng Ancient Temple Mountain, the leaves have already turned yellow and the whole mountain. They all seem to be full of gold.

And the monk under the old tree swept the fallen leaves on the ground.

The fallen leaves seem to never be swept away.

Wei Yuan slowed down, stopped behind the old monk, and looked at the old tree. He didn't know how many years of wind and rain had gone through. This tree almost gave people the feeling of a wise man. Wei Yuan watched, but stopped moving after all, turned his head, bowed with one hand, and said lightly:

"donor."

Wei Yuan looked at the old tree and said, "How long has it been for a tree?"

The old monk replied: "About a thousand years."

"A thousand years..."

Wei Yuan leaned back slightly, looked at the old tree covered with yellow dead leaves, and said, "Did you plant it when you went up the mountain to become a monk? Should I call you a master, or should I call you? Doctor Xu Xian?"

The old monk's white eyebrows were drooping, and his expression was always as plain as water. When the word Xu Xian was mentioned, there was finally a wave of waves. In the end, it seemed that there was something to say, but it was only attributed to the four-character Buddha name of Amitabha, and his voice was old and plain. .

"The donor...smart."

Wei Yuan shook his head and replied: "It's not clever, it's just the first time I saw it, there is actually a land bound spirit that can exist in the Zen sacred land... I have some curiosity in my heart, and there are doubts that I can't let go, so I just came up to ask."

"Earth-bound spirits are nothing more than obsessions, obsessions stay, not for evil, not for trouble."

"The Zen forest is vast, so naturally there is a place to stay."

The old monk replied softly, the wrinkles on his face were heavy, and there were also some age spots.

The body and face are no different from ordinary people, but when the wind blows, you can still see the true face of the old man in the vague ripples of the clothes like smoke and rain. This is not a human being, and there is no flesh and blood body, but just as it was in the past. What I saw in Jiangnan was a lingering spirit that remained obsessively.

Wei Yuan was not asking. He reached out his hand and caught a dead yellow leaf, saying:

"Why not go down and see her?"

"If you didn't want to meet each other, why would a ray of obsession survive the world even if you passed away?"

The old monk shook his head and said: "You don't have to meet each other, it's just a mere increase of regret."

"The poor monk has not been to see her for thousands of years."

He raised his hand, fell silent, and said softly: "The poor monk is just for atonement..."

"Atonement?"

"Yes…"

The old monk’s voice was calm and unhurried: "Back then, she flooded the golden mountains, and the cause is also related to me, but I am just a human, with a few decades of life, but she has to wait for a full thousand years of ban. This is unfair. Therefore, I want to at least accompany her through this thousand years."

"Be with her, but don't you go to see her?"

"The donor is interested in coming to chat with me about this stray thought, but can you have the time to listen to a short story?"

The wind rustled through the dead leaves on the old trees.

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes and smiled:

"Appreciate further details."

The old monk had a calm tone and replied: "Did the donor ever know that there was a big scorpion in ancient times. They regarded eight thousand years of age as spring and eight thousand years as autumn. They were things of longevity, and above the big scorpion, there lived a A bug that feeds on morning dew."

"To this worm, Da Chun is as great as a god, but one day, Da Chun's spirituality fell in love with a worm that was dying, and when the sun rose, the worm was eating and dew in the wind. Dancing is light and lovely, but by noon, the worm has already begun to slacken."

"When the sunset was over, the worm died on the ground."

"Da Chun was distraught with spiritual grief, and then gradually stopped absorbing the morning dew and starlight, resenting the sun in the sky, thinking that it was the fall of the big sun that caused its beloved insects to die, and finally refused to accept the sunlight and slowly withered. Died."

The old monk's tone is broad and gentle, which is the kind of real understanding of the Dharma.

"How does the donor feel?"

Wei Yuan said, "Are you saying that longevity is miserable..."

The old monk stretched out his hand, and a flying insect fell on his fingertips, saying: "Human beings are nothing more than life and death compared with Tenglong. If she sees my remnant soul, then What will you do? Put all your thoughts on top of my remnant soul obsession."

"But this is wrong. Open your eyes and look far away."

"A big Chun can have eight thousand years of spring, eight thousand years of autumn light, wind, rain, and stars. Why do you want to be obsessed with a flying insect? The dragon is a thing that can be in the nine heavens. There are already big trees because of that insect. My son has abandoned the whole world, how can I confine her to the Jinshan Temple again? This is letting go..."

Wei Yuan asked back: "But have you ever thought about it, maybe Lady Bai doesn't mind this."

The old monk smiled and nodded, and calmly said that:

"But I care."

"Perhaps I am still attached to her... I don't want to restrain her by using myself as a chain."

"And because of this, I just want to let go."

Wei Yuan looked at the old monk thoughtfully: "Thousands of years of loneliness, just to let go?"

The old monk gently asked, "Can it help the donor's situation?"

The monk seemed to see something from Wei Yuan's expression.

Wei Yuan nodded, then shook his head, but suddenly smiled:

"But you don't seem to let go, Master."

"Since you let go, why do you still see her today?"

"If it is for atonement, why did you choose Jinshan Temple far away from Lin'an Mansion?"

The old monk nodded gently, but did not answer.

Wei Yuan looked at the Jinshan Buddhist Temple and said, "It is also a story. Buddhism cultivates itself and is self-sufficient in nature. It is impossible to turn the earth to bind the spirit. Xu Xian, you practiced the Buddha Dharma, but in the end you have the Buddha Dharma as your obsession. The true spirit is no longer , After all, it’s impossible to cultivate a righteous fruit..., have you ever been lonely after a thousand years?"

The old monk has re-held the broom and lowered his head to sprinkle.

Even when Wei Yuan left.

The monk didn't raise his head, but repeated the past actions one after another.

The Buddha bell in the Jinshan Buddhist Temple is ringing low.

The former juvenile doctor has already turned into a wisp of obsession, and the trees planted by hand when entering the mountain have been a thousand years old, copying the scriptures and reciting the Buddha, the ancient blue lantern temple, knocking the first time and again, saying that Nanno Amitabha, Nanno Amitabha , Refuge in the Buddha, Refuge in the monk.

Can you be lonely?

For a thousand years, under the old tree next to the pagoda, with a Buddha in his heart, how can you be lonely?

I just thought that she would be gone in the future, but I felt a little uncomfortable.

When you are lonely, you can look down the mountain.

Look at the world with her.

…………

When Wei Yuan came down the mountain, it was a little strange that he was a patient pushing the wheelchair by the wind.

The great monk Yuanjue burst out laughing when he saw it, and he hurried forward to help, so that the shameful scene of Wei Yuan in front of the tourists who wanted to go up the mountain was avoided. The monk firmly pushed the wheelchair with his strong palms, and Wei Yuan played with his fingers Like golden leaves.

Looking at the woman in white who was quiet next to her.

Obviously, Xu Xian wanted him to keep it secret.

but…

Wei Yuan spoke, put the fallen leaves down gently, and said, "Miss Bai..."

"Do you know that Xu Xian is on this mountain?"

Even Yuanjue, who was next to him, felt that his eyebrows almost jumped up, and his palms trembled.

You asked so directly?

Master Wei Guan, don't you know what soft opening is called?

Contrary to the monk's expectation, the woman in white went silent and nodded: "I know."

"Without him, I might not be able to sustain this thousand years."

Wei Yuan said, "Then why don't you meet him?"

The white-clothed woman whispered: "...I'm going to see him, what are we talking about?"

"He has passed away. What is left now is an obsession."

"If I see him again, maybe his obsession will never be eliminated."

The white-clothed woman whispered: "The true spirit is gone, and only obsessions still exist in the world. It is an experience that is no more relaxed than the seal I received back then, as if the whole thing is hanging in the dark, with my head up, I can't see the sky. , I can't hold the earth under my feet, and there seem to be countless whispers reverberating on all sides."

"He can maintain his consciousness only if he keeps chanting Buddhist scriptures..."

"Only when the obsession disappears, his spirit can be united."

"I want to see him again, but how can I bear the heart... If it were you, would you bear it? Because I have prevented him from becoming a doctor and made him obsessed with wandering alone in the world for a full thousand years. How can I let him go on?"

The white-clothed woman seemed to want to laugh, but the expression on her face was indescribably cold and determined.

"Long life and short life."

"Perhaps, humans and demons really have different paths in this life."

Wei Yuan was speechless. The monk did not cultivate in the next life, and was self-sufficient in nature, but left a thousand years of obsession, only for the white snake to let go; and the white snake seemed to be free and easy, going down the mountain, but refused to let it go, pretending to let it go, to liberate the monk .

There are two sentences in Zhuangzi's and Renlun Dao: Zi is not a fish, and knows the happiness of fish.

Zi is not me, knowing that I don't know the joy of fish.

Wei Yuan didn't know how to face such a thing.

There is a pair of young couples on the roadside who are obviously here to play. The woman wearing a couple shirt and short hair clasps her hands together. She seems to be teasing her boyfriend next to her. She whispered very seriously: "First, it is best not to meet, so that you can not fall in love. .

"The second best is not knowing each other, so can not Acacia."

"Third, it's best not to accompany you, so you don't owe each other."

Wei Yuandao: "It was a post left by a Tibetan Buddhism named Cangyang Gyatso, but it was written by a modern writer. After the original text was translated, most of them were like'but once we met, we knew each other. When I see how Ru is not there. An De and Jun Xiangjue will not teach life and death to be lovesickness'""

The idiot froze.

But in fact, this is also because of the anecdote of the Cangyang Gyatso that led most translators to fall in love with each other. In fact, it is a matter of men and women, saying that there is no cause and effect. Don’t know each other, don’t care about each other, everyone is independent of each other, and don’t contaminate each other’s cause and effect.

Yuanjue pushed his wheelchair and suddenly asked, "Master Weiguan, if this happens to you too..."

"What will happen?"

Wei Yuan knew that he was referring to himself and Jue, and it was also a long life and a short life.

He thought of Xu Xian’s old age, looking at the woman in white clothes next to him who looked like a twenty-three or four-year-old, but he felt in his heart that he had to pass the trial of Kunlun no matter what, at least fix his appearance as it is now. As for whether he will separate in the future... He was silent for a while, pretending to be relaxed:

"I don't know if things haven't reached that point."

"Perhaps, I will be desperate. Whoever dares to stop the front will kill it with an axe."

"Or maybe, I will become a monk and avoid the red dust completely..."

Yuanjue smiled and said: "If you want to become a monk, the poor monk personally shaves you for the master of the museum, and gives you a copy of the gift for free. Don't worry, the poor monk still has some way out in this matter."

Um? ? !

Wei Yuan's smile was stagnant, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked up at Yuanjue. He was about to gritted his teeth and said something to take care of, don't worry, but saw the monk looking at him with a peaceful expression. UU reading www.uukanshu.com single With a bow, he smiled freely and said: "Amitabha."

"It seems that Master Wei Guan has a plan in mind, right?"

Wei Yuan: "..."

The feeling that the monk in front of him gave him seemed more transparent and mellow.

Wei Yuan glanced at the water vapor in the air, constricted his eyes, and then reluctantly said:

"Finally, walk around and go to Longhu Mountain."

The monk smiled and agreed.

PS: Today's second update...four thousand words

Regarding that trial, many readers have already unfolded it in detail in the chapter.

You can go to the previous chapter to find an explanation. While fishing..., many other people have noticed a point. Regarding Bai Suzhen’s one, please wait for some chapters with peace of mind. …