Double sleep

The first morning light falls in late autumn, misty white mist envelops the forest, the coolness shuttles through the forest, and faint bells can be heard in the distance.

The wandering old monk followed the bell, passed through the mottled morning light, passed through the damp mist, and stopped by the stream in the forest, carefully washing the dust from his face and hands with the stream water.When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a fluffy figure wriggling slowly. The childlike innocence was aroused. The monk touched it with his hand, and Xiaomao's body trembled and did not dodge.The old monk bent his elbows into his arms, and found that the little thing had wounds on his feet, faint bloodstains on his ankles, and dried bloodstains on the gray and white fluff.

The old monk held the little chipmunk in front of him to inspect the wound for a while, and then he raised his eyes and met the chipmunk's eyes. There was no panic or resistance in the pair of dark round eyes, and he just looked at the old monk intently, inexplicably feeling wise and calm. local taste.The old monk's face was soothed, without any emotion, he said lightly: "Since there is a destiny, let's go together."

The old monk landed in the temple halfway up the mountain, and the chipmunk was brought back to the temple together. The wound gradually recovered, and the old monk always called it "the donor".Eating vegetables and fruits every day, listening to the clock in the morning and listening to the scriptures at night, except for finding a good place to bask in the sun in the temple when the sun is good, most of the time I don’t bother to look like a decoration.

I don't know when it started, it rained continuously, and there was no sunshine for ten and a half months, so it became more lazy and didn't even bother to go to the yard.Suddenly one day, the old monk didn't come back after going out in the morning, and the people who fed him changed again and again. Later, the people who fed him gradually disappeared, and there were not even a few people in the temple. indivual.

Weeds grow wildly in every corner of the stone steps of the garden eaves, dry up and turn yellow in winter and be buried in the falling snow, and start to grow wildly again in the next spring.The weeds squeezed the gaps between the bricks, tiles and stone walls, the wind and rain, the sun, frost and snow, and finally there was no difference between the inside and the outside of the courtyard.

The "benefactor" still lives here, people come and go, and no one is there anymore.Occasionally, it ran to the nearby woods to find some wild fruits and weeds, and after eating a full belly or half full, it returned to the dilapidated temple to sleep in the dark.

It doesn't understand the bustle and desolation, nor does it understand the passage of time. It only follows the habits accumulated over time, and returns here after going out.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the weeds in the temple are more lush than any previous spring, and the weeds have grown almost to the waist of an adult man.The old man in rags and tattered clothes uprooted the weeds in front of him with his bare hands, and made a path for himself.The old Taoist looked at the road he had opened in front of him, with one hand on his hips, and the other hand boldly brushed back the gray hair scattered on his face and forehead.

He was not in a hurry to enter the temple, he casually fished out the gourd hanging from his waist, opened it and took a sip, took a deep breath, and narrowed his eyes satisfied.He raised his eyes to see that the sky was still bright, and simply lay down on the ground, with his legs crossed, a piece of dog's tail grass in his mouth, and hummed a tune with a broken gong.

At night, when the cool wind blew up, Lao Dao was startled awake by the freezing cold in the wilderness. When he opened his eyes, he saw the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, as full as a big silver plate.

The moon is full tonight.

The old Taoist got up and patted the dust on his clothes, turned around and walked into the ruined temple. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a small group of gray and white furry things moving in the grass. He turned his head and saw a chipmunk facing the grass in the grass. The moon seems to be bowing down piously.The old Taoist squinted his eyes for a while, and thought to himself: I have a bit of wisdom.

Things change and stars move, light and shadow flow.

The chipmunk left the ruined temple and was taken by the old Taoist to a completely different time and space, where the clouds and mountains are covered with mist, the seasons are like spring, and there are always undefeated flowers and endless sweet fruits.There is no heat and frost, nor withering and withering.No one came and went in a hurry, and occasionally visitors were calm and relaxed.

It began to have doubts and puzzles, and besides the emptiness that the old monk mistakenly thought was wisdom at first, there were many other contents in the eyes.It learns to think, to think about where it came and went, what night it is, the three seasons that have disappeared and the decay and new life that have disappeared.

The old Taoist often puts it in his sleeve robe, snaps his fingers to pick up a floating cloud, throws it from a distance, and gently lands on his toes, soaring around in the clouds and fog.He seems to be doing nothing all day long, bragging and drinking, and falling asleep when he is drunk, picking up cumulonimbus clouds. The old man thinks that cumulonimbus clouds are delicious when sleeping, unlike the colorful and light clouds, which are sweet and boring.

Often he would lie on it, and there would be lightning, thunder, and heavy rain under the clouds. After being tormented by the thunder that shook his ears for a long time, the chipmunk finally followed his instinct and fled around. He accidentally fell into the clouds and let him find himself unexpectedly. With Tengyun's ability.To be exact, it happened to hit a piece of Chu Yun who had just been allowed to leave Izumo Mountain. Chu Yun had not experienced much in the world, and was forced to carry the mouse on his first day of duty.

Ever since I found out that I can't fall to my death at will, although I don't have the ability to call clouds and mist, as long as I can be cute, there are still one or two mother micas who are full of sex and are willing to give it a ride.

Later, the old man took it out with the sleeve robe, and it also learned to sneak out while the old man was drinking and bragging.There are more and more places it can go, and there are more and more places it wants to go.

One day when the old Taoist went out, it was rare for him not to wear his favorite tattered clothes. For the first time, he combed his hair in a bun, put on a jade crown, and changed into an azure long-sleeved robe.Nianyun hurried away.

The single chipmunk didn't know why, thinking that the old way was too hasty to forget himself, and immediately flew with short legs, catching a cirrus cloud and following the old way.Seeing Lao Dao enter a small island surrounded by the sea and full of emerald jade bamboos, it immediately descended to catch up with the clouds. As soon as it entered the island, it was fascinated by the cascading emerald bamboos.I don't know how many times I turned and turned, I couldn't hold back and poured urine on a small tender bamboo.

Unexpectedly, the green bamboo looks small and delicate, but it has already produced spiritual energy and can transform into form, although it is still a blurry blue shadow.The shadow looked annoyed, bent down and reached out to grab the chipmunk, picked it up and threw it out, the chipmunk turned its head in a hurry and bit the empty shadow, the shadow let go of the pain without paying attention , the chipmunk took the opportunity to run.

One fled around desperately, and the other dug desperately to track it down.He couldn't stop the car until he ran into the Liuli Palace one after another, and rushed towards the lotus seat one after another, directly overturning the ice incense burner from the top of Kunlun Mountain hanging in front of the seat. The soul melts when it falls to the ground, and disappears without a trace in a moment.

Animals are stubborn, bamboo has no heart, and practice is useless, let it go.

Suddenly the sky was dark, and the feeling of weightlessness woke people up instantly.But instead of waking up on a soft bed, it was still in that quaint teahouse, where the tall man in a purple T-shirt and pink jacket with his hair in a bun was sitting opposite.

Ling Rusi pressed her chest: "It's not disheveled anymore."

The expert smiled without answering the question, and said, "It's just this antecedent, and there is nothing more to do. Although the bamboo was implicated by you, you will have your own punishment and disaster, so there is no need to be obsessed."

Ling Rusi accepted it very calmly, with a slightly sarcastic tone: "Oh, Mr. Gao, your accent is normal now."

The expert stretched out his hand and twirled his beard: "The whole life of the mortals is nothing more than a dream. In the blink of an eye for a hundred years, you will be immersed in the loess, leaving a memory for future generations. After a few generations, no one will care about it and no one will remember it. Such a world has What's good?"

Ling Rusi picked up the teacup and took a sip, lowered his eyes in thought, raised his eyes for a while and asked, "Master Gao, do you still remember where you came from?"

There was a sudden pause in the movement of the expert's hands, and he tore off a white beard. The old man couldn't help winking and "hissing".

Seeing his silence, Ling Rusi continued: "Whether we are immortals or human beings, we are all insignificant and forgotten characters at any time. Even if mortals spend their lives in mirrors, and no one cares about them in a hundred years, at least we have peace and harmony in our lives. I love and respect each other. From the sky to the world, we are all so small that we can be ignored, why not let us waste decades, ten years, or even a few years."

The expert listened silently, not knowing what he was thinking.He suddenly felt that he hadn't understood the depth of the human heart in his long and endless life, and he seemed to be talking to himself or asking a question: "Isn't it good for gods? So many people can't ask for it."

Ling Rusi smiled: "It's very good. There is no illness or pain, no life and death, no poverty and old age, and no love, hate, and sadness. There is no time, no space, and forgetting where you came from and where you will go."

"Happiness can be a day, a month, a year, or even ten years, or a hundred years. After that? Day after day, there is no disease, suffering, poverty, gain or loss, so where is the expectation, joy and happiness? Winter snow, autumn wind, summer moon. I may feel annoyed because of a thing I want to buy but can’t afford it, and I will feel sad because of the illness, old age and death of my loved ones, but this is true, isn’t it? Life is small, but it never stops growing and move forward."

This is the world, noisy, hustle and bustle, jealousy, ugliness, intrigue, warmth and kindness, blooming flowers, and quiet years.We just love this vivid and splendid world.

Ling Rusi and Gao Ren looked at each other silently across the log tea table. There were circles of deep and shallow annual rings on the tea table, and there were ugly but real brown blemishes on the wood. There were also spots of tea spilled on the table. Wet dry beach on top.

Gao Ren finally relaxed his face, and muttered: "Understood." With his right hand clenched into a fist, he stretched out his index finger and thumb to wipe lightly, and said: "Go back."

Ling Rusi only felt that the space in front of him began to distort, and countless color blocks deformed and merged together, including Gao Ren's face, as if a vortex swirled out of the space, gradually blurring, gradually dimming, and finally pitch black.

Opening his eyes again, he saw his own bedroom. There was a strong but not evil fragrance in the room. Outside the window, there was only a faint street lamp shining in through the curtains. This was the only light source in the bedroom.Lying on the bed, Ling Rusi regained consciousness slowly, raised his hand to turn on the night light on the bedside table, and the soft yellow light streamed down.She turned her face to look at it, but saw that the other party slowly opened her eyes, first she had a confused look, and after a moment of daze, her eyes became clear.

Ling Rusi leaned over and the two of them touched their foreheads together, rubbing their noses lightly.

Ling Rusi said, "I had a very strange dream."

He actually said, "I also had a strange dream."

After speaking, no one spoke again, they hugged each other and opened their eyes until the sky gradually turned gray.He fell asleep again when there was a crisp bird song outside the window.The daylight outside became brighter and covered the soft yellow bedside lamp, the celadon carved incense burner on the wooden shelf above the bedside table completely disappeared from the white smoke rising, and the last trace of strange fragrance in the bedroom also completely dissipated.