I Honor

Ten Years of Traces and Ten Years of Heart

Passing through the collapsed mountain gate and walking to the front of the hall, Mu Yunle had the feeling of walking from night to day under the dim light of the remnant lamp.

The lights are not bright, and it looks small and lonely in the thousands of miles of lonely mountains. There is still darkness and blur in front of the eyes, but compared with the darkness outside the temple and the pouring rain, it is extraordinarily warm, extraordinarily quiet, and extraordinarily bright. The blossoming lotus is covered with a layer of halo, which is better than bathing in the sun, which makes people sigh “the lotus is so red in the sun”.

Du, Du, Du Mu Yunle’s mood suddenly became peaceful. She was born in the Huanhua Sword School and always had a poetic feeling. The lamp and the moon are the shadow of the flowers, and it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart” faintly sad and pure.

Her face was soft and her eyes were gentle, but her heart was vigilant and she raised her right hand, intending to knock on the door.

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

Behind the door was a gray-robed monk Wu Cuo with a haggard face, it was hard to tell his age, thirty was fine, forty was okay.

Mu Yunle was stunned. This monk looked ordinary and haggard, but upon closer inspection, he found that his facial features were outstanding. When he was young, he was a handsome man facing the wind in a jade tree. Now his spirit is like a rotten tree, and his eyes are hard to hide. burnout.

This is a judgment at a glance. Mu Yunle was able to enter the top five on the list in his early twenties. He is by no means a superficial person. With his hands clasped together, his voice was as clear as a stream: “Master, please don’t be offended by your troubles late at night. We will wait for you.” It rained in the middle of the night, I was afraid of encountering monsters, and I saw the lights of your temple illuminating the darkness, so I came to stay overnight and asked Master to be merciful.”

“Amitabha, the benefactors can do as they please.” The gray-robed monk returned the salute with a flat tone and concise words.

Mu Yunle looked past the gray-robed monk and looked at the Buddha statue in the hall. It was carved out of stone, with low eyebrows and downcast eyes, full of misery. Under the light of the green lamp, it was dyed a layer of dim yellow, reflecting a faint light, and there was an indescribable spirituality.

It is indeed a Buddha statue carved by ascetic monks. As far as piety is concerned, it has a bit of Buddha nature attached to it, which can eliminate evil intentions, as long as it does not deliberately provoke monsters and monsters. They will subconsciously stay away from here. Mu Yunle made a judgment that this is a place where they can spend the night and shelter from the rain.

In the past ten years, the monsters and monsters have been active. If there are monks left in the temples in the wilderness, either the Buddha statues have their own spirituality, or the monks are extraordinary. This should be the former.

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

“Thank you, master.” Liang Jiuzhou and Wang Tong approached. I saluted.

The gray-robed monk didn’t speak any more, put his hands together, turned around slowly, and walked to the Buddha statue. Sitting cross-legged, there is dry grass under the body and a broken wooden fish in front of him.

Seeing this, Mu Yunle frowned slightly with thicker and darker eyebrows than ordinary women. Liang Jiuzhou and Wang Tong also showed doubts in their eyes, not because of anything else, but because the gray-robed monk was sitting very strangely. Normally, the monk is either facing or facing away from the Buddha statue, but he is sitting sideways, facing the left wall. There is a big hole in the wall. Outside the hole is the pond we saw before. The lotus leaves are deep green and almost black, and the flowers are fresh and refined. , out of silt but not stained,

And precisely because of the existence of this big hole, the light of the remnant lamp shone on the lotus without hindrance.

“I don’t see the Tathagata, but I behave strangely towards the lotus. Is it a Zen monk who scolds the Buddha and the ancestors?” Wang Tong’s voice transmission to Mu Yunle.

Mu Yunle is not his way of thinking, his spirit is integrated into the world, and the surroundings are all in his heart. Guling, Dusi, Candeng, except for this gray-robed monk, there is no sign of other people’s life here, even There are few traces left by pedestrians.

A person, a lamp, a Buddha, a temple, a pool of lotus, the flowers bloom and fall, he has been “right” like this for a long time

Mu Yunle, who has a sensitive heart and always has poetry, seems to be able to feel the deep loneliness, the deep loneliness, the desolation that no matter how pure or ancient Buddha is, it cannot be concealed.

Such a monk should hide a past that he doesn’t want to look back on, right? Mu Yunle suddenly felt a little sympathetic, looked away, and found a place to sit cross-legged.

After Liang Jiuzhou sat down, he spat out a few times, and said with a slight smile: “Miss Mu, Mr. Wang, thank you for your help with your sword.”

“This is what we have to do.” When Mu Yunle replied, he couldn’t help but glanced at the gray-robed monk. His eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and Shenzang was inside the body. He didn’t say a word, and he didn’t knock on the wooden fish again. , Sitting there is like being cut off from the world of mortals.

Liang Jiuzhou nodded, and said with a smile: “Ms. Mu’s name, Liang has heard of it for a long time, and now I have the honor to meet you.It is better to meet if you are really famous. ”

Mu Yunle was rather pleasantly surprised: “Senior Liang, you and a strong outdoor scene have also heard that juniors are miserable.”

“Of course, Shuyujian Mu Yunle of the Huanhua Sword School is one of the most outstanding figures of this generation. He is also known as Fei Kuchan of Huamei Mountain Villa and Cao Buzhi of the Cao Family of Accompanied Beijing. He has the reputation of competing for glory for three days. Liang How could someone have never heard of it?” Speaking of this, Liang Jiuzhou couldn’t help but sigh with emotion, “Looking at young talents like you who are in full bloom, I always sigh old, old, old, the world will sooner or later Yours”

It took me nearly forty years to achieve the location, and I have the name of a hero, but the girl opposite is a little immature, full of vigor, already one of nature and man, and the road in the future will be much easier than myself, why can’t I miss the Yangtze River The wave behind pushes the wave ahead, the feeling of a new generation surpassing the old.

The corners of Mu Yunle’s mouth couldn’t help but curl up, revealing a bit of innocence, then restrained his expression, and said sternly: “Senior Liang, there is no distinction between old and newcomers in martial arts. Your height and life expectancy are far beyond those of enlightenment, maybe in a few decades, you will still be in your prime, and the descendants you feel are already old.”

“The little girl can really talk.” Liang Jiuzhou laughed, and seemed to be aroused with heroism again. He turned his head and said politely to the gray-robed monk: “I have bothered you so much, and please don’t take offense, master. I don’t know.” What should the master be called?”

“The poor monk is sure.” The gray-robed monk answered concisely.

“Thank you, Master Zhending, for taking me in.” Mu Yunle still had a girlish heart, and said with a playful smile, and Wang Tong also thanked her.

Liang Jiuzhou was stunned, and smiled slightly: “The master’s dharma name is the same as that of a certain hero in the past, which made Liang sigh for a while.”

“Why don’t I know who the hero is?” Mu Yunle’s eyes widened, black and white were clearly distinguished.

Wang Tong also said curiously: “The one who can make Liang Daxia a hero is definitely not an ordinary person. I don’t know who it is.”

Liang Jiuzhou smiled: “Hey, I remember a lot of his name and nickname, but I still remember that he was once an abandoned disciple of Shaolin. Only old people like me have a real name.”

“Don’t call him the same as me. In front of him, how dare I call him a hero. When he was in his prime, he was heroic and courageous, and his righteousness was as good as the sky. The world received his kindness, and the demons were afraid of his power. At that time, I was still a hero. It’s just an unknown pawn who heard rumors about him by the side of the road, hey, he was born at an untimely time, it’s a pity that I couldn’t see him.”

Mu Yunle’s eyes were blank, and he still couldn’t guess who it was. Wang Tong rolled his eyes, as if thinking.

“Okay, I’ll meditate to heal my injuries first, and try to recover as soon as possible.” Liang Jiuzhou clasped his hands on his knees, closed his eyes, and a white mist gradually appeared above his head.

Mu Yunle guarded the surroundings, only to see the sound of rain outside the temple, the rain was like weaving, and the lotus leaves were beating. Inside the temple, there was an ancient Buddha with a lamp, and a lonely monk in gray robes.

“The sound of prosperity escapes into the empty door, breaking the world, the dream is cold and tossed for a lifetime, there are several love debts that go straight, a broken lamp, the collapsed mountain gate”

The sound is floating, and the pictures are endless.

At this time, she saw the gray-robed monk turn his head, opened his eyes, and said in a deep and magnetic voice, “Who taught you this song?”

Mu Yunle pursed his lips and smiled: “Master laughed at the slang words of the folk songs. The junior was lucky enough to meet the Godly Monk of True Wisdom and listened to him humming it. He liked the artistic conception and secretly remembered it.”

“True Wisdom Monk” The grey-robed monk was really stunned. It was Meng Qi, who suddenly felt sentimental in his heart:

Zhenhui has become a god monk, these ten years have passed so quickly, life and death are boundless

After Mu Yunle finished speaking, he didn’t see Master Zhending answering, so he turned around and knocked on the wooden fish again, du, du, du, while his mouth was slightly opened, and the tune echoed: “Listen to youth, welcome laughter, envy kill many people”

The flowers have bloomed and withered for ten years.

Mu Yunle was stunned when he heard the laughter of youth ushering in. He saw the lamp and the gray-robed monk facing each other. The clouds outside were dark, only lotus flowers were in full bloom, the music was faint, and the mood was sad.

This situation made her suddenly bewildered, and said in a low voice:

“The backlight and the moon are the shade of the flowers. It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.”

The melody subsided, the wooden fish beckoned, and the deep voice reappeared:

“The troubles are all gone, and the world of mortals is far away.” To be continued

s: In the past two days, my throat has been inflamed, and I feel like I don’t have enough sleep. The update is getting later and later. I will save a