The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

Walking through the collapsed mountain gate and walking to the front of the hall, reflecting the dim light of the residual lights, Mu Yunle felt like walking from night to day.

The light is not bright, it seems small and lonely in the thousand miles of lonely mountain, there is still dim and fuzzy in front of it, but compared with the dark outside and the pouring rain curtain outside the temple, it is extra warm, extra quiet, extra bright. The blossoming lotus is covered with a halo, rather than bathing in the sun.

Tuk, Tuk, Tuk ... Mu Yunle's mood suddenly became peaceful. She, who was born in the Huanhua Sword School, has a poetic feeling. "The back light and the moon are overcast, it has been ten years and ten years."

Her face was soft and her eyes were gentle, but she was not alert, she raised her right hand and intended to knock on the door.

At this moment, the door of the crumbling main hall squeaked open, and at some point, the sound of the wooden fish had stopped.

Behind the door was a gray robe monk, with a bleak face, difficult to distinguish the age, a good thirty, and forty.

Mu Yunle was stunned. This monk looks ordinary, but if you look closely, you will find that his facial features are outstanding. When he was young, he was a beautiful man in the wind of Yushu. Now his spirit is like rotten wood, and his eyes are tired and hard to hide. Burnout.

This is a judgment at a glance. Mu Yunle can enter the top five in the list in his early twenties. He is not a shallow person. His hands are folded together. His voice is clear like a stream. In the middle of the night, when I was in the rain, I was afraid of a monster, and I saw the lights of your temple illuminate the darkness, so I went to the house and asked the master to show compassion. "

"Amitabha. Several donors are free to do so." The monk in gray robe also gave a ritual, his tone was plain and his words were simple.

Mu Yunle glanced over the gray robe monk and looked at the Buddha statue in the temple, which was carved from stone. With a low eyebrow, full of sorrow, under the light of the blue light, a layer of dimness was reflected, reflecting a faint light, and an indescribable spirituality.

It is indeed the Buddha image carved by the ascetic monk, which is devout. They have a bit of Buddha-like attachment and can dispel the ferocious will. As long as they don't deliberately provoke the monsters and monsters, they will subconsciously stay away from here ... Mu Yunle made a judgment, this is a place to stay and shelter from the rain.

In the last ten years. The monsters and monsters are active. If there are monks in the wild temples, it is either the spirituality of the Buddha statues or the extraordinary strength of the monks. This should be the former.

She turned her head and nodded slightly to Liang Jiuzhou and Wang Tong, indicating that she could enter.

"Thank you, Master." Liang Jiuzhou and Wang Tong approached and made a ceremony.

The gray robe monk did not speak again. With his hands folded, he slowly turned around and walked to the statue of the Buddha. Sit cross-legged, with hay underneath and tattered wooden fish ahead.

Seeing this, Mu Yunle had slightly thicker black eyebrows and wrinkles than ordinary women. Liang Jiuzhou and Wang Tong were also confused, and not other. Instead, the gray robe monk sat strangely, normally. The monk either faced or turned his back on the statue of Buddha, but he sat sideways. Facing the left wall, there is a large hole on the wall. Outside the hole is the pond you saw before. The lotus leaves are deep and nearly black, the flowers are fresh and refined, and the mud is not stained.

And precisely because of the existence of this big hole, the residual light shines on the lotus without hindrance.

"If you don't see it, but behave strangely to lotus, is it a Zen monk who scolds the ancestor?" Wang Tongyin Mu Yunle.

Mu Yunle is not his idea. His spirit is integrated into the world, and everything is around his heart, lone mountain, single temple, and residual lamp. Except for the gray robe monk, there is no sign of other people's life here, even There are few traces left by pedestrians.

A man, a lamp, a buddha, a temple, a pond of lotus, flowers blooming, how long has he been "right" like this?

Sensitive to the soul, Mu Yunle, who always has poetry, seems to be able to appreciate the deep loneliness, deep loneliness, and the desolation of pureness and ancient Buddha.

Should such a monk hide a period of reluctance to look back? Mu Yunle suddenly felt a little sympathetic, retracted his gaze and found a place to sit cross-legged.

After Liang Jiuzhou sat down, he vowed several times, and smiled slightly, "Girl Mu, son Wang, thank you for your help with your sword."

"This is our business." When Mu Yunle answered, he couldn't help but glance at the gray robe monk. His eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and God hid in his body without saying a word, and didn't knock the wooden fish again. , Sitting there is like being isolated from the red dust.

Liang Jiuzhou nodded his head and laughed: "In the name of Girl Mu, Liang has heard of it. Now I am fortunate enough to meet him. It is better known to meet."

Mu Yunle was quite surprised: "Senior Liang, have you ever heard of the younger generation's lifelessness?"

"Of course, Mu Yunle, the" Shu Yujian "of Huanhua Sword School, is one of the most outstanding figures in this generation. "Beauty name, who hasn't heard of Liang?" With that said, Liang Jiuzhou couldn't help but sigh, "Looking at you and other young talents who are full of youth, I always sigh old and old, Old, sooner or later yours ... "

It took me nearly forty years to achieve the location. With the name of a hero, the **** the opposite side was a bit immature and energetic. He was already one with nature, and the road was much better than himself in the future. After the waves push forward, the new generation feels better than the old.

Mu Yunle's mouth could not help but tilted, revealing a bit of innocence, and then converging his expression, straightly said: "Senior Liang, there is no difference between new and old in martial arts, the first comer is the teacher, and the outsider is strong. The height of life insurance is far beyond Kaiqiao. Perhaps decades later, you are still in the spring and autumn, and the younger generations you are feeling are already old. "

"The little girl really speaks." Liang Jiuzhou laughed and seemed to be aroused again. He turned his head and politely addressed the monk: "I have a lot of harassment, please ask the master not to blame, I don't know What should a master call? "

"The poor monk is certain." The monk in gray robe replied concisely.

"Thank you, Master Zhending, for keeping it." Mu Yunle also had a young girl's heart, and laughed playfully. Wang Tong also thanked him.

Liang Jiuzhou froze, and smiled slightly: "The master's method is the same as a hero in the past, so Liang sighed for a while."

"Which hero? How do I not know?" Mu Yunle's eyes widened, black and white.

Wang Tong was also curious: "The hero who can make Liang Liang a hero is by no means extraordinary. I wonder who it is?"

Liang Jiuzhou smiled: "Ah, I remember a lot of his name and nickname, but I still remember that he was a Shaolin abandon, and only the old people like me have a legal code."

"Don't call him and me together. In front of him, how dare I call him a hero. When he was at his heyday, the heroes were righteous and brave, the righteousness was cloudless, the world was blessed by them, the demons were afraid of them, and then I still It was just the sidewalk listening to his rumored unknown soldier. Hey, I was so sorry that I had never seen him. "

Mu Yunle's eyes were bewildered, but he still couldn't guess who it was. Wang Tong's eyes rolled around, seemingly thoughtful.

"Okay, I'll meditate for the injury first, and try to recover as soon as possible." Liang Jiuzhou put his hands on his knees, closed his eyes, and white mist gradually appeared on his head.

Mu Yunle was vigilant around, and saw the rain outside the temple, the rain was like weaving, the lotus leaves were ticking, the temple was filled with ancient Buddha residual lamps, gray robe orphan, and once touched the scene and sang:

"The bustling sound slammed into the empty door, and it shattered the world. Dreams have been cold for a lifetime, and there are several love debts ... Go straight, a residual lamp, the mountain gate that collapses ..."

The sound is wavy and the painting is endless.

At this moment, she saw the gray robe monk turning her head and opened her eyes. The low voice contained magnetism: "Who taught you this song?"

Mu Yunle pouted with a smile: "The masterpiece of Xiangqu made the master laugh. The junior was fortunate enough to have met the true Huishen monk, heard him hum, pleased his mood, and secretly remembered."

"Monk of true wisdom ..." The monk in grey robes was really stunned, it was Meng Qi, and his heart was suddenly sentimental:

Zhenhui has become a **** monk. The past ten years have gone so fast, life and death are boundless ...

After Mu Yunle finished speaking, I did n’t see Master Zhending answer, went to see him turned around, and knocked Muyu, Tuk, Tuk, Tuk again, but his mouth was slightly open, and his voice echoed: "Listen to youth, welcome laughter, envy Many people ... "

It has been ten years since the flowers bloomed.

Hearing the youth laughter ... Mu Yunle froze, and saw that the remnant lamp and the gray robe monk were facing each other. The clouds were dark outside, only the lotus flowers were blooming, the music was quiet, and the mood was sad.

This situation made her suddenly fall in love, and said lowly:

"The back light and the moon are overcast. It has been ten years and ten years."

The melody calmed down, the wooden fish tuk tuk, and the low voice started again:

"The troubles are gone, and Red Dust is far away." (To be continued)

ps: In the past two days, the throat is inflamed, and the feeling of lack of sleep is getting more and more late. I will save a chapter tonight, and it will be normal tomorrow.