Chapter 64 The Second Lamp (1) ...

To the east of Da Bodhi Snow Mountain, less than ten miles away, there is a small tea shed. Clear blue sky.

Every year from the end of chūn to the beginning of autumn, when Bodhi Mountain is not so cold and unfriendly, many people who are studying or doubting will come here from all over the world, and the Mahayana Pope will be on the mountainside. Open a lecture hall, and if you have the predestined relationship, you can also chat with the Pope's highly respected masters.

This season is relatively deserted, and the business of the tea shed is not very good. The boss is lazily wiping the table while watching the cows nibbling at the remaining grass seedlings in the snow at the door. There is a faint singing voice in the distance, loud and clear. Far away, is the voice of young herdsmen and women singing duet across the mountain.

At this moment, a young man opened the curtain and walked in, holding a cloth bag in his arms. A small tuft of white hair appeared in the gap of the cloth bag, which could be seen as some kind of small animal.

The man walked in without raising his head or looking at anyone. He just found a place near the corner to sit down, and whispered, "A pot of hot tea and some snacks."

The tea house owner quickly brought what he asked for, stepped aside, and continued to clean the table by himself, but he could not help but secretly look at this strange man.

In addition to the local herdsmen, those who come to drink tea in the teahouse are those who have come from afar. Some of them have outstanding temperament, but he has never seen such a man who is clearly walking in front of people's eyes, but still somewhere else.

The tea house owner thought to himself, isn't this making him meet a fairy?

At this time, the man opened the cloth bag and took out a rabbit from the inside. The rabbit's hair had already fallen off a piece, which seemed startling at first glance. But the man didn't dislike it at all. He stretched out his hand and put his hand on its head. The rabbit seemed to be unable to open his eyes. He raised his head with great effort, put his trembling head on his neck, moved a bit, and rubbed it with his soft ears. man's wrist.

The man seemed to lower his head and smiled, but that smile seemed to be scratched by a small wooden stick on the sand, and the wind disappeared. The rabbit's head slowly drooped, as if it could no longer be overwhelmed.

The man watched it slowly closing his eyes, his body that had been trembling slightly calmed down, his hands resting on the rabbit's chest and abdomen, feeling that it was getting quieter and quieter there.

Finally, the rabbit stretched out a front paw with all his strength and put it on the man's hand, then seemed to be relieved, and suddenly stopped moving, the luster slowly disappeared in the dark eyes.

The man's fingers that were slowly combing the rabbit's hair stopped, and his whole person seemed to be still there. For a moment, the teahouse owner felt that his breathing also stopped, and he turned into a motionless stone.

So the owner of the teahouse couldn't help but say, "Young master, all birds have their lifespans. Don't worry too much about it. Life, old age, sickness and death are like this for people, not to mention it."

The man lowered his brows and eyes, like those mysterious and serene portraits of the gods in the Mahayana religion. His handsomeness seemed to have lost his popularity. It seemed that he only had such a skin to walk in the world, and only a trace of his soul could pass through him. Eyes, with an extremely lonely attitude, looked at the vast world.

After a long while, the man whispered: "Life, old age, sickness and death..."

"Isn't that true?" The tea house owner continued, "People are not plants and trees, so who can be ruthless, raise some dogs, cats, ducks, fish and rabbits, after a long time, they will have feelings and will be reluctant, but what can I do? These things are always going to die, you are young, you can think about it."

The man stayed for a while, then suddenly raised his head, gave the boss a serious look, and asked, "How can you think about it?"

The boss gritted his teeth, as if he had been questioned.

How can you think about it? These things are just for the onlookers to clear, how can people who are trapped in it think about it?

At this moment, only one person said: "As long as you look up at the sky, look down at the water, look forward and see that big mountain, you will know how to think about it."

The door curtain of the tea shed was once again lifted from the outside, and an old man with a headscarf walked in. There was a mark on his forehead that looked like a kowtow, stained with dust, and he was wearing a tattered robe. It is a sleeve with three or four patches, and the patches are patched, which makes the dark and solemn robe a little colorful.

His eyes were extremely bright, and his appearance was unusually amiable, as if he had a three-pointed smile.

He was dressed like an old beggar, but his expression was like a great priest.

When the tea house owner saw this person, his hands trembled, and he almost dropped the rag in his hand, thinking in a stunned manner, "My mother!"

He once accompanied a distant relative to Mount Bodhi, where he listened to a master lecture, and was fortunate enough to meet this old man. Although he did not know his name, he knew that he was one of the top wisdom masters of the Mahayana Pope. . At the moment, even the man who looked like a god couldn't care about it. He greeted the door in three steps and two steps. He stretched out his hands, palms up, bent down deeply, and said reverently, "Master."

The old man waved his hand and said with a smile, "Little old man just came in boldly to ask for a bowl of hot water, don't be too polite, don't be too polite."

The owner of the tea shed was so excited that he rubbed his hands together. Isn't it a great honor for the master to come to his tea shed to drink water? The tea bowl was going to be stained with immortal energy, and it would have to be offered in the future, so he ran down with a chorus of voices.

There were countless tables and chairs in the tea shed, but the old man walked straight to the man who was holding the dead rabbit, sat down, and his eyes fell on the corpse of the rabbit, as if there was great compassion in his eyes, and sighed in a low voice, "Young Master I can’t see it because I don’t see it, I can’t think about it because I don’t want to, and if that’s the case, why are you obsessed with it?”

This man was Shi Wuyuan who came to Da Bodhi Mountain alone. When he was staring at the rabbit intently just now, it was like there was shallow water in his black eyes, and at this moment, this layer of water turned into ice.

Shi Wucai didn't even look at the old man, then sneered: "I'm naturally not as good as you, Master, what kind of person, Master, knowing we set up an ambush, he was so happy to withdraw from Dazhou Mountain, and sold Xuanzong and Tanzong. ."

The old man lowered his head, not tit-for-tat with him, his dirty fingers slowly stroked the scriptures on the demon-destroying pestle in his hand, as if he was reciting it over and over again.

Shi Wuyuan still did not let him go, and continued: "The thousand-year-old secret covenant, but who would have thought that it was not the hypocritical Xuanzong or the ambitious Tantra who broke it, but the Mahayana sect full of benevolence, righteousness, morality, and the common people. What about Zong? After learning, I was really surprised, what do you think, Master?"

"As a person of the Mahayana, I respect the heavens and the earth, the mountains and rivers, the flying birds, and every living being in the sea of ​​suffering. What does the secret covenant add to me? What does the name add to me? Only those who are outsiders can save people all over the world. Since Master's clever plan, breaking the secret contract, what reason do we have to be persistent?" The old man was neither shocked nor angry, but slowly raised his old eyelids, looked at the rabbit corpse in Shi Wudu's hand, and suddenly said in a general way. , "Poverty is life and change, all things are born in flexibility, die in fixation, even the flow of water knows not to be trapped in a lonely pool, you wait for a mortal idiot, why can't you let it go?"

Shi Wuyuan felt that he was farting and sneered very much.

However, at this moment, suddenly, a faint smoke flew out from the rabbit. It happened to be seen by the owner of the tea shed who was bringing out the hot tea. He was so frightened that he screamed "Ah" and Shi Wuyuan's eyes flashed. With a flick of his sleeves, the tea shed owner fell silently. I don't know how he did it, but the old man caught the teapot in the tea owner's hand.

The white smoke slowly condensed and turned into a human shape. Shi Wuyuan became more and more frightened. Then he suddenly stood up and slammed the table on which the porcelain cups and bowls were placed. I don't know how long it took before he called out softly, "Little Ion..."

The figure formed by the white smoke seemed to be a little empty, flickering lightly, in mid-air, quietly looking at Shi Wuyuan, his eyes were very gentle, and it didn't look like Bai Li.

He seemed to have a thousand words, but he couldn't say it. He only moved his lips lightly, but others couldn't hear the words.

The old man lowered his eyes and sighed, scratching the demon-subduing pestle with his fingers.

Bai Li's shadow was getting lighter and lighter, and in a moment, his eyebrows and eyes could no longer be seen clearly. He raised his hand gently, as if he wanted to touch Shi Wuyuan's cheek, but his hand turned into a cloud of smoke. As soon as it touched his body, it dissipated gently.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a somewhat sad expression, then slightly stepped forward and leaned in front of Shi Wuduan, the whole person turned into a blur of white smoke, as if hugging him.

Afterwards, the white smoke turned into a thin stream and flew into the air, circling twice above Shi Wuduo's head, and then reluctantly flew out from the door of the tea shed.

Shi Wuyuan stood there, his brows were wrinkled, his eyes widened, he couldn't help but stretch out a hand, as if he wanted to keep the soul that could not be kept.

The old man said softly, "Dust returns to dust, dirt returns to dirt, this is where he should go back."

Shi Wuji looked down at him silently.

The old man said: "If the young master is willing, go to the mountain with me, it can be regarded as a good relationship."

After he finished speaking, he drank the water in the pot and made a gesture of please. Shi Wuyuan raised his eyes and looked at him for a long while, then took out a few copper coins from his arms and placed them on the table.