Climbing up the Qingshi Road in the backyard of the ancient temple, you will see a middle-aged monk in rags, with his eyes closed and his eyes open, just to let him have a look.
Monks sat here twenty years ago. At that time, he was just a young monk, rubbing his head, observing the precepts, wearing a yellow cassock, and often going to the foot of the mountain for alms. On a snowstorm night, he knocked on the door of the brothel and opened it. In the building in Luo Zhang, Tan Liang, Yingying Yanyan and scarlet, all the women looked at it, then covered their mouths and snickered.
Gradually, women who have experienced romantic experiences began to come over, with eyes flowing and a mouthful of teasing. Just when they were at a loss, the pipa stopped. People turned around and saw a girl holding a pipa. She walked through the crowd and said with wide eyes, it's really you.
2.
That day, the girl gave some broken silver and said something. When she left, she said: Since you have entered the Buddhist temple and the dusty land, don't come again.
Say that finish, she looked down and said, old friends meet, is the fate. This song is for you. You can practice it.
It was snowing heavily, Leng Yue was wearing a shawl, and the young monk was standing in the snow outside the brothel. There was a night dance, and a girl in light makeup was playing the pipa gently at the door.
With a flick, the heartstrings are vibrating.
After saying goodbye, he returned to the temple barefoot in the snow. I met the abbot with a heavy heart. He asked, Master, what should I do? I just found out I have a long history.
Master said: Tell me.
He said: I remember a girl wandering with me when I was wandering. At that time, I always gave her most of the food I wanted. I remember her saying that she wanted me to marry her when I grew up. I agreed and gave her a wooden hairpin as a token of engagement. Later, she learned to play the piano. I worshipped the Buddha and we all went home. Today, we meet again, one in a brothel and the other in a temple. Master, on the day of worshipping Buddha, I said that the world of mortals was rolling and the dust settled. But I remember.
Hearing this, Master shook his head: It has nothing to do with the brothel temple, just between you and her. Don't be afraid of rumors, read it if you want, but do you want to worship the church or the Buddha? Groom official, Huang cassock, you should think it over.
3.
The girl was overjoyed to see the young monk again, and the private affairs of the brothel were also strange, so she asked him to come over for alms every day without stopping.
They were separated by a door. The girl talks about pipa brothel and secular life. He talks about Buddha, Ganges River and Buddha's life.
Anyway, there is a door.
When the girl saw him standing outside, she was distressed and invited him into the building. The young monk said that as soon as you stepped in, the Buddha's heart dispersed.
The girl frowned and asked, color is empty, and emptiness is color, isn't it?
After the young monk was silent, he folded his hands and said goodbye, but my heart was not empty.
All the women in the building know that girls like the little monk, so they are complaining about him. Until one day, Zhang pushed the girl away, pointed a fork at the little monk's nose and asked, What is your fate every day? This can have a fart good karma!
She pushed the girl to the front again: Do you like my daughter or not? If you say you like it, I'll let her go. Don't come again if you dare! Why should people feel sorry for you?
Under the eyes of the public, the young monk moved his mouth, but always closed his eyes and said: The sea of suffering is boundless.
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The young monk wandered late and returned to the temple to find that many tea bowls in the yard were broken. The abbot is cleaning up, muttering, damn it, what are the old ladies doing here?
When the young monk saw the abbot swearing for the first time, he found that the abbot's sister was in charge of the brothel, so he said that he only had three days to meet people in the brothel.
The young monk first asked curiously: How did Master leave home?
The host shook his head and smiled. I'm not like you. I was a vagrant for the first twenty years. I also broke a woman's heart and got a slap in the face. How can it be sad to hurt your body? Sinful, so he became a monk.
"Then what did you realize?"
Master sighed: Being a monk can't make amends.
Master took a look and asked, What about you? No regrets?
The young monk thought about it, but still said: The sea of suffering is boundless.
So Master sent the young monk to the top of the mountain, saying that this was the place where the abbots helped each other to become Buddhas. Since you are sitting here, you will never be allowed to go down the mountain again.
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At the top of the mountain, he closed his eyes, he opened his eyes and the clouds dispersed. He saw a woman in a brothel in the distance. She was in high spirits and made up. She wiped it off, melted it again, wiped it off again, knocked on the table angrily, then calmed down in front of the dresser, looked at herself in the mirror and began to giggle.
The makeup was finally finished, but the waiting person didn't come. Outside the brothel, she stood from morning till night, and the women sympathized with her, scolded the men and sent her back to the boudoir.
Three days later, the girl cried and put on makeup, and tears flowed on the pipa.
The full moon hung high, and she didn't wait for a result.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and then opened them again. The girl changed her appearance. Her face is as cold as frost, and she is a famous figure in Jiangnan. Both the romantic wit and the naughty girl came to listen to her play the pipa, and everyone who listened cried. At this time, talented people, young masters and senior officials came to propose marriage, but they were all declined. No one knows why, but someone heard that she was waiting for someone.
He sighed.
When I opened my eyes again, the clouds had dispersed, and the girl of that year had turned into dusk. The people who visited her have already changed from admiration to seeking art. In the past ten years, she has taught countless young girls. After listening to the girl's heart, I was relieved of the truth that "the edge is deep and the edge is shallow". Still no one knows what wonderful romantic scenes this woman with gray temples has seen, and how she has been reduced to being alone now.
After sitting for twenty years, when I saw this scene, there was a wave in my heart and I was forced down. When I open my eyes again, the brothel is in ruins. In Xiao Suo's building, only the dying old woman is left. Occasionally, students come to visit and bring gold, silver and jewels, and she returns them one by one.
She died alone. On the day when she knew her fate, she moved out of a wooden box under the dresser. Take something out and go back to bed.
Outside the window, in the cold wind's boudoir, an old man was holding a simple hairpin made of wood with a faint smile on his mouth, and fell into a deep sleep forever.
The monk looked at the hairpin and finally couldn't help it. On the top of the mountain, he burst into tears.
Decades ago, there were two Stray Kids. The boy took out his polished hairpin from behind and gave it to the surprise girl.
"Ah. I made this hairpin myself. Shall we get engaged? "
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Two lines of muddy tears, dripping in the clouds, disappeared, and then look at the mountains and rivers, seeing nothing.
Outside the cloud nine, a Buddhist voice came and asked, Have you figured it out?
The monk said: Yes.
"Can you regret it?"
The monk said again: Yes.
The word eloquence found his voice as a teenager. He lowered his head, dressed neatly, and had white hands.
Master said from the back: the sea of suffering is boundless.
He knelt down and kowtowed, then got up, looked down the hill and said slowly, Master, there is no end to suffering, but there is love. I haven't seen the other side for twenty years, only knowing that she is the most dazzling fireworks in the sea of suffering. I like her and don't want to miss it again.
Master accepted his kowtow and said, most people have no chance to regret it. You should cherish it.
He lowered his head and said, I am merciful.
In the early morning, the street was silent. The young monk put on a yellow cassock and a white robe and knocked on the door of the brothel. Women waiting for news early opened the door, hugged the girl and stared at the young monk outside. Suddenly, he felt as if he had matured a lot.
They asked: Have you made a decision?
"It's done." The young monk nodded, folded his hands, but said as usual: give.
As soon as a woman's face changes, the girl who wears light makeup turns pale. I said angrily, "bah!" Say that finish, he slammed the door.
The door creaked again.
A young monk who has never set foot in a brothel stepped in.
He walked through the confused daughters and walked towards the girl step by step, staying in front of her. In the girl's surprised eyes, he firmly took her hand, held it tightly and smiled gently.
"I'm married."
Author: drinking tea and chewing flowers
Source: Zhihu.