Sifan
Author: Qi Li & Meng Jinghui)
[The performance form of this play is extremely uncertain, and the stage management and actors’ improvisation , often wandering between game-like virtualization and rational alienation effects; passionate investment and calm spectatorship are blended together to achieve the greatest expansion of the dramatic space in an atmosphere that coexists with induction and reinforcement.
[The stage setting is abstract, using white cloth and soft sculpture techniques to outline the shape of distant mountains on the black wall; a lone lamp hangs in the center of the stage; there are thick snake-shaped water pipes and basins on the side of the stage .
[Dark field. A beam of overhead light was turned on, and the actors wore neutral clothing (white T-shirts and festooned pants for both men and women), sitting cross-legged and meditating at the back of the stage.
Everyone: (Reciting in unison dully) In the past, there was a white lotus monk who saved his mother from the gate of hell. I asked how many roads there are to Lingshan. There are more than zero in one hundred and eight thousand. (Singing beautifully and solemnly) Namo Amitabha...
[The sound of wooden fish sounds, and the name of the Buddha is long.
[The sound of wooden fish gradually becomes lonely and monotonous. In Chasing the Light, the nun is wearing red makeup and looks sad. She meditated in the middle, folded her hands, bowed her head and prayed silently.
Nun: (in a cold voice) It’s pitiful to become a nun by cutting off one’s hair. A Zen lamp accompanies one’s sleep while the slaves sleep. The passage of time makes one grow old, and one has failed to live up to one’s youthful beauty! (Everyone repeats the above lines) Xiaoni Zhao, whose Dharma name is Se Kong, has been a monk in Xiantao Temple since he was a child. He burns incense and chants Buddha's name all day long, and sleeps alone in the evening. What a miserable person!
[Quiet scene
Nun: (Sadly) The little nun is only 28 years old. Her hair was cut off by her master when she was still young. She burns incense, changes water, and burns incense in the Buddhist temple every day. Change the water... (Surprised to find) I saw a few disciples, playing games under the mountain gate...
[Everyone was playing games, looking at each other frequently, teasing the little nun.
Nun: He looks at us, and we look down at him; (shy) He and we, we care about him, both care about each other, (annoyed) enemies! How can a marriage be achieved! He died in front of the Hall of the King of Hell, where he pounded the body, sawed it, grinded it, and fried it in a frying pan. Oh, by him! Have you seen living people suffering, or have you seen dead ghosts wearing shackles? Oh, by him! When your eyebrows are burning, let's look at the present. When your eyebrows are burning, let's look at the present.
[The nun rushed to the side of the stage and washed her hands in the basin, as if she could not bear the passion... She couldn't help but sigh.
Nun: It’s no one else’s business for me to become a monk here! --Only because my father is good at reading sutras and my mother loves to recite the Buddha's name, attend morning rituals in the morning, and burn incense in the Buddha's hall every day. I was born with many diseases, so I gave up my slave family to live in Buddhism and live as a nun. Recommending the dead to others, he kept chanting Amitabha. (Meditating, folding hands) I can only hear the sound of the bells and the Dharma chants, and I can't stop beating the chimes and ringing the bells, beating the drums and blowing the conchs. Doing homework with the underworld in vain. I have recited many Heart Sutras, but the Peacock Sutra cannot be broken. Only the seven volumes of the Lotus Sutra are the most difficult to learn, and our master taught them in his sleep. Recite Namo Buddha, Duodan Duo, Prajnaparamita of Samah a few times, recite Amitabha a few times, (change your mind, get angry) hate the matchmaker, cry out but there is nothing you can do; recite Duodan Duo a few times, hey, how do you know me? There are more sighs! (He stood up anxiously, wandering around the house endlessly) The more he thought about it, the more he became depressed, and it was inevitable to take a walk under the corridor. It would be a good idea! --(Step into the corridor and take a leisurely walk) Go around the corridor to relax yourself, go around the corridor to relax yourself, (put your hands behind your back and walk with your head held high)
Everyone: Amitabha--
[ Among the crowd, the young monk didn't stand out at all. After being bored, he flipped through the scriptures and abandoned it. He went to the water pipe and put out a basin of water. He picked it up and wanted to splash it on the audience, everyone, and the stage...but he couldn't splash it in the end. He had no choice but to bring the water back to its original place, put it down gently, and looked around helplessly.
Monk: I became a monk and suffered a lot of troubles. I was beaten and scolded by my master, so I ran away and went home. (Growing yearning) In one or two years, I grew my hair; in three or four years, I became a married woman; in five or six years, I found a wife; in seven or eight years, I raised a baby; in nine or ten years, I ended up with nothing but Call me monk, my daddy, monk daddy!
[Everyone echoed repeatedly: Daddy, monk!
[Quiet. Everyone imitated the sound of mosquitoes. He was chased and beaten without following the sound, and he was beaten to death after several beatings. (Everyone imitated the sound of a dead mosquito falling to the ground)
After being satisfied, he was about to leave. Suddenly he remembered the Buddhist admonitions and hurriedly built a mosquito grave to save the souls of the dead.
Monk: I hate the light of the day when I dry my clothes in the woods, I wash my feet by the pond and hate the smell of fish; there are thousands of Buddhas on the Lingshan Mountain, and thousands of scriptures are brought to me from Tianzhu. That's what a poor monk doesn't have. Since he was a child, he has entered Buddhism and has followed the five precepts (wiping Buddhist utensils and cleaning golden bodies), abstaining from alcohol and eating meat, burning incense and sweeping the floor, chanting Buddha's name and reading sutras. (Kowtow and worship the Buddhas) Hey! It just doesn't work out my idea. (Repeatedly turning the light on and off, looking extremely bored. Suddenly something happened -) Today, the master is my brother and he is not on the mountain. The fire head has gone to chop wood again, so I can't help but go outside the mountain gate and take a leisurely stroll. Why not? (Snickering)
[I didn’t sneak out of the mountain gate quietly.
[Everyone imitated the barking of rabid dogs, but they did not run away in panic or huddled in a corner.
[Everyone imitated the hustle and bustle of the world outside the temple: the chirping of birds, the cheerful chirping of chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, the sound of horse hooves... it was full of life.
[Quiet.
Everyone imitated the singing of bees.
Monk: Hey! Hahahaha, look! (Following the sound gradually, forgetfully) Orioles play tricks on pairs, purple swallows hold mud in pairs; butterflies fly through flowers and return, and every day the peaks hold the hearts of flowers to make honey. (Great joy and great sorrow) I hate myself because I was born with a poor life, and I suffered from many diseases in my infancy. Thinking about me, a monk, would be painful in my mother’s belly. So my parents were worried. (Sits down, worried) When my parents gave birth to me, they asked a fortune teller to calculate my horoscope, and he calculated that that gentleman was my enemy. He
said that I was destined to commit suicide at the age of 36 or 9. My father had no choice but to abandon me to Buddhism, worship the Buddha, practice fasting, and learn to recite sutras. That day I entered the mountain gate, met the master, and bowed deeply. The master said--
Everyone: Little official, raise your head.
Monk: I said, "Yes". The master looked at me like this and said--
Everyone: A small official scares a small official, but you can't even leave home!
Monk: Why can’t I leave home?
Everyone: Since you want to become a monk, you must rely on me a few things -
Monk: Master, how many things are there?
Everyone: You must abide by the five precepts --
Monk: Do you abide by the five precepts?
Everyone: Stop drinking and eat meat--
Monk: Stop drinking and eat meat?
Everybody: Burn incense and sweep the floor --
Monk: Burn incense and sweep the floor...
Everybody: Recite the Buddha's name and read the sutra!
Monk: Chanting Buddha and reading... Sutra?
Everyone: There is no share of that fragrant mash and fine wine, (sighing helplessly) Hey, the pretty lady in pink is not allowed to look at her!
Monk: There is no part in the fragrant mash and fine wine. You are not allowed to look at the pretty lady in pink. It's cold and quiet on a snowy night, and my hair is rustling in the frosty sky. (Great sadness, great anger, loud roar) It seems that all these hardships have been suffered!
Everyone: Amitabha --
[Quiet. The wooden fish made a sound. The little nun put her hands together and knelt side by side with the little monk in the middle of the stage. Under a wonderful beam of chasing light, the two children used their youthful and sweet imagination to engage in spiritual communication that transcended time and space.
Monk: I passed by a house the day before yesterday -
Nun: Meet some disciples -
Monk: Meet some young ladies --
Nun: The game is under the mountain gate--
Monk: Born to be very beautiful--
Nun: He looks at us--
Monk: His face looks like peach cheeks--
Nun: Let’s look at him--
Monk: His temples are like crows, with ten fingers Jianjian, graceful and graceful Pingting--
Nun: Him and us, let's fuck him--
Monk: Not to mention a mortal woman, she is Chang'e in that month , Chang'e can't compete with her in the moon. Because of this, I care about her so much that I will never leave her behind!
Nun: I am worried about you both times! (Male voice gushing with passion) Twilight, Chaochao, I will never leave her behind!
[Sudden silence, the two of them could not suppress their youthful impulses. The little nun uses large-scale body movements - lying down in front of the monk to embody the strong desire in her heart.
The monk stared at the beauty (in his hallucination) and slowly leaned forward to kiss her...
Everyone: (drinking) -?
[The two suddenly separated.
Monks and nuns: Hey! I am a monk (nun), how come this idea comes to my mind? So unserious! No, no! Still chanting Buddha’s name, still chanting Buddha’s name. I can only recite Amitabha, I can only recite Amitabha.
[The little monk and the little nun alternately repeated the above lines line by line, with an increasingly fast and suffocating rhythm.
[Sudden silence. The wooden fish sounded.
[The monks and nuns sang the song "Namo Amitabha" and shook their heads wildly, which was very funny.
[Everyone joins in chanting and swaying.
Monk: What can I do if the wooden fish knocks loudly and the horse is galloping? (Agitated) What can I do if my horse is running fast! (Burning with fire) Hey! The more I thought about it, the more I started to get angry. I’d better go down the mountain for a walk. I’d better go down the mountain for a walk! --(Get up and wander around, sit down among the crowd)
[The little nun got up, playing games and teasing among the gods, laughing and dancing freely.
Nun: Come to the Mahavira Hall, look at the Arhats on both sides, they are so solemn! --(Everyone has arranged themselves into Arhat statues) And I saw that the Arhat statues on both sides were a bit silly: one hugged his knees and relaxed, thinking about me in his mouth; one held his cheek in hand, thinking of me in his heart; the other opened his eyes tiredly , looked at me dimly. Only the man-bag arhat laughed, he laughed at me that time was wrong, time has passed, who, who is willing to marry my old mother-in-law? (Axious, about to cry)
Buddhas: (in unison) I want it!
Nun: The one who subdues the dragon annoys me, and the one who subdues the tiger hates me.
The great immortal with long eyebrows worried about me, saying what would happen to me when I grow old...
All the Buddhas: (sigh) Alas -
[The gods and the nuns fell down together. , extremely melancholy.
Nun: Buddha’s front lamp cannot be used as a wedding candle;
Buddhas: (surprised) Huh?
Nun: Xiangji Kitchen cannot make Daiyan East Pavilion;
Buddhas: (Doubtful) --?
Nun: The Bell and Drum Tower cannot be used as a watchtower;
Buddhas: (surprised) Hmm--!
Nun: A straw futon cannot make a hibiscus soft mattress... a hibiscus soft mattress. (Being shy, you can’t help but be full of charm)
Buddhas: (also excited) Hibiscus...soft mattress! ?
Nun: This slave is a girl, not a man. Why is he wearing a yellow sash around his waist and a straight skirt?
Buddhas: (agree) Yes!
Nun: (pointing to the audience) Seeing couples having fun and drinking, one pair facing each other in brocade, ah, how scary it is! It cannot be caused by the fact that the human heart is as hot as fire
It is not caused by the fact that the human heart is as hot as fire! (Flying towards the sky and grabbing the earth, like ants in a hot pot)
[The Buddhas also watched and watched, restless.
Buddhas: Yes! It's hot... it's hot...
The little nun walked to the basin again and washed her hands. And turn the light on and off... While walking around in boredom, I suddenly make a discovery and become excited.
Nun: Today, my master and brothers are not at the nunnery, so they had to flee down the mountain. If there is a chance, it is unknown, it makes sense! --(Sneaking out of the nunnery)
All Buddhas: (Agree) That makes sense! Go, go, go!
[The little nun and all the Buddhas sang the song "Namo Amitabha".
[She dances happily, her childlike innocence is fully revealed...
[The rhythm of the Buddha's singing gradually becomes faster, and in the long monologue from the little nun down, it gradually evolves into sonorous and powerful The background
[Music, until it develops into a huge inner roar!
[The little nun’s emotions are like the gradually erupting volcanic magma--
Nun: I tore my cassock, buried the Buddhist scriptures, abandoned the wooden fish, and lost the cymbals. You can't learn from the Rakshasa girl to conquer demons, you can't learn from the Avalokitesvara Seat on the Moon in the South Sea. In the deep night, I lie down alone; when I get up, I sit alone. Who is as lonely as me? Why is this haircut happening? I only hate lying monks and laypeople. Where can I find Buddha in the gardens and trees in the world? Where is the Buddha with bright branches and leaves? Where are the floating sand Buddhas on both sides of the river? Where are the eighty-four thousand Amitabha Buddhas? From now on, stay away from the Bell Tower and Buddhist Hall, and go down the mountain to find a young brother! Why should he beat me and scold me? Talk to me, laugh at me! I don’t want to become a Buddha! Don’t recite Prajna Polo!
[In the midst of the increasingly powerful chanting and emotional storm, the crowd scattered large amounts of white paper into the audience - pure and chaotic.
[Sudden silence. The holy and majestic Buddhist music rose again, and everyone was like sculptures, bathing in this happy and solemn sound of nature...
Nun: From now on, stay away from the Bell Tower Buddhist Hall, go down the mountain, and find a Young brother! Even if he beats me and scolds me, calls me laugh at me, he does not want to become a Buddha, and he does not recite Amitabha Prajnaparamita. alright! I'm glad I escaped down the mountain! --
[The little nun happily ran to the side of the stage, bathed in a bright red light.
[The young monk ran up and hugged a pillow.
Monk: I took off my cassock, took off my cassock, sealed the monk's room, and threw away the Samadhi fire from now on. Master, master, unless I betray my faith and run away, I want to be a monk. Being a monk will result in no wife and no children. The places where I want to go home are often places where people are trapped. I will break the wall that traps people from now on! You must jump out of the cage as soon as possible, sigh that life is easy to grow old, sigh that life is easy to grow old, and you must enjoy yourself in time. In the same year, Liu Lang went to Taoyuan to collect medicine, and the immortal concubine met me.
Everyone: The Immortal Fairy who has not yet been tried must meet me.
Monk: Lili is made by experts. How many people are innocent and don’t love flowers? How can I become a nun? (End)
[The little nun plays a children's game of rubber bands on the water pipe while the music is playing.
Nun: Leaving the nunnery door and going down the mountain, it is difficult to hide and hide along the way. There was no one to look forward and backward. I could only hear the chirping of magpies and the croaking of crows. I didn’t know what was going to happen next, which made me frightened and frightened.
[Enter the young monk.
Monk: Hey, there is a little nun over there. Seeing her hiding and walking in a hurry, there must be a reason. Ah, it turned out to be a young nun. The poor monk bowed his head.
Nun: It turned out to be a little master. The little nun bowed his head.
Monk: May I ask, young nun, which famous mountain did you come from?
Nun: Came from Xiantao Temple.
Monk: Where are you going?
Nun: Is this it? Go back to your parents’ home.
Everyone: Huh?
Monk: Go back to your parents’ home? ...Ah, what Youni said is wrong.
Nun: How can you say it’s wrong?
Monk: If you are a monk, you don’t care about your family. How can you go back to your parents’ home?
Everyone: Yes!
Nun: You and I, who are monks, are originally mortal bodies, born and raised by our parents. How can we not care about our families?
Monk: Oh, she turns out to be a filial daughter.
Nun: Excuse me, little master, which famous mountain did you come from?
[The monk asked everyone for instructions.
Everyone: Tell the truth!
Monk: Came from Bitao Temple.
Nun: Where are we going?
Everyone: Don’t tell the truth!
Monk: Uh... go down the mountain to collect money.
Nun: If the master is here, why do you need to go to twilight?
Monk: Master is sick!
Everyone: Ah! (Angry)
Monk: Master is sick!
Nun: Oh, it turns out he is a filial disciple.
Monk: I dare not take it.
Nun: So... everyone has his own thing to do, and everyone should go his own way!
Monk: Please!
Nun: Please! The little nun went down the mountain to see her mother, to see her mother.
Monk: A monk comes down the mountain to be a master, to be a revered master.
Monk and nun: Two people meet without knowing each other. You and I go our separate ways, and you and I go our separate ways.
[The two went their separate ways, and the young monk stopped to peek at the young nun.
[Everyone holds a large round mirror to reflect the light, simulating the young monk’s fiery gaze following the nun...
Nun: Hey, young master, this is your fault. ...
Everyone: (to the monk) Talking about you!
Monk: (Speechless) Well... The poor monk went down the mountain and brought a young disciple with him. I was afraid that he had taken the wrong path, so he looked back!
Nun: Oh, so you are looking after the young apprentice?
Monk: I’m looking after my young apprentice.
Nun: So, Xiaoni blamed you wrongly.
Monk: Easy to say. please!
Nun: Please! We meet by chance in the mountains and forests, in the mountains and forests.
Monk: Go their separate ways and separate, and separate.
Monks and nuns: His thoughts may not be like mine, but they may be like mine! How can we see each other, how can we tell the truth at first sight.
[The two parted ways, and the little nun stopped to peek at the little monk. Everyone held mirrors to imitate the nun's gaze.
Monk: Hey, Youni, I have to blame you too.
Everyone: (to the nun) What about you!
Nun: Why am I to blame?
Monk: I went well too, why did you turn around and look at me?
Nun: Well... the nun also took a young apprentice with him when he went down the mountain. He was afraid that he would take the wrong path, so he took a quick look and saw who was coming to see you!
Monk: So that’s it. The poor monk was offended, and the young Nemo is too strange.
Nun: Who can blame you! Exactly: you go east and I go west.
Monk: Everyone knows his own mind.
Everyone: Everyone knows their own thoughts.
Nun: Please!
Monk: Please! (Part 2)
Nun: (Looking back) Little... (stopped by everyone making fun of him) Oh, he really went! Look at this little master, he is generous, kind, smart, and pleasing to the people. If I were with him...hey! What a pity he is a monk!
[The following lines were recited by a young nun, and everyone laughed and responded.
Nun: A romantic monk, smart, elegant and charming, always rubbing beads in his hand, reciting scriptures without any mistakes; twisting his body in various ways, with a pair of beautiful eyes; the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl crossing the Milky Way, (quietly to the audience) (Words) Don’t tell the truth, (ask everyone) Don’t tell the truth. (Part 2)
Everyone: (laughing) Well, don’t say it!
[The following lines were recited by the monk, and everyone laughed and responded.
Monk: (Running up) As soon as he saw the young nun’s appearance, the whole country could admire her, he hugged her in the valley and played with her. Oh! Where did Youni go? Youni! (Bottom)
Nun: (Top) I see an ancient temple on the hillside in front of me. Let me go in and sit for a while. (Entering the temple) What I saw again was a earthly god sitting on the throne, accompanied by a earthly mother-in-law. Thinking that the Clay Gods are in pairs, I... couldn't help but go in and pretend to burn incense to see if he would come back to look for me --
[Everyone made clay statues, and the little nun hugged the Buddha and pretended to sleep.
The monk ran up in panic.
Monk: There is a Tutu Temple here, and I want her to be in it. Call him when I come in.
[The monk enters the temple and searches among the statues. Grandpa Tu virtually removes the monk’s eyeball and slaps it on the half-lying nun to guide him to find his prey. The monk's shock turned into ecstasy.
Nun: --(pretending to be panicked) Oh, it scares me to the point of trembling with fear, trembling with fear and panic. It turns out you are a monk! You went well, why did you come back? What did you come back to do?
Monk: Well... I'm here to report the news.
Nun: What kind of letter are you reporting?
Monk: There is a little nun over there. I think she is here to find you.
Nun: I’m afraid not!
Monk: Didn’t you say there was a young disciple behind you, how could you say there wasn’t one?
Nun: I coaxed you, a monk, back then.
Monk: Oh, then...then I lied to you too.
Nun: I think you, a monk, are not a good person. You must have slipped down the mountain.
Everyone: Yes, he slipped down the mountain!
Monk: (taken aback)...I think you, a nun, are not honest either. You must have escaped down the mountain!
Everyone: Yes, you have escaped down the mountain.
Nun: Xiantao is also running away.
Monk: Bitao is also running away.
Everyone: Nun and monk, run away.
Monk: Each other--
Nun: Same!
Monk: So, when the nun went down the mountain and met the monk, she did exactly two... (Make a double action)
Nun: Yeah, yeah, spit! Don't speak too frivolously or too frivolously. Buddhism has no precepts and does not teach anything. If a nun is paired with a monk (she is shy) and is paired with a monk, she will offend the gods and suffer great disaster.
Monk: Reading the sutra seems like a huge panic, and it is ridiculous to follow the five precepts. Bodhisattvas, big and small, have parents, so it’s natural for you and me to get married!
[Quiet. The melodious music rises, as pure as the morning breeze and the rising sun. The monks and nuns fell into trance and fell into reverie. The Buddhas returned to human form.
Nun: It is difficult for monks to grow their hair, so nuns must not forget the five precepts. There is no share in starting a family and starting a business, so think of the pun. (After saying that, he shyly left the temple and ran down)
Monk: You nun, you nun! ...Is it for me to think of a pun? (Thinking, reading) It’s hard for monks to grow their hair, monk! Never forget the five precepts of a nun, nun! There is no share in starting a family and starting a business, success! Think of the puns... Monks and nuns are in pairs, monks and nuns are in pairs! Hee hee hee hee... (Dancing and running forward)
[Everyone passed a treasure bottle, attached their ears to the mouth of the bottle, listened, and recited happily in turn--
A: Male Women come with a will.
B: Even if the mountains are high and the water is deep.
C: Nuns and monks are in pairs.
Ding: Lovers versus lovers.
[The bottle was handed over to the little monk. He came to listen, recited the above lines, and smashed the bottle to pieces in excitement!
Everyone: (Dayue) If a man has a heart, a woman has a heart, and there are lovers for lovers!
[Everyone rushes to the end, and a newlywed couple dressed in red and colorful colors emerges.
The Buddhist music sounds...
[End of the play