The dragon who wears books is above

It was the seventh year when Xiao Rushi left Penglai with the little monk.

The four seas are peaceful, Haiyan and rivers are clear.

The little monk is still the same as before, with a shiny bald head, big ignorant eyes, wearing a string of sandalwood beads, and laughing at everyone: "Little monk..."

He has stayed at the age of childhood, as if he has never grown up.

When Xiao Rushi was young, she could be called a childhood sweetheart with him, but now she is a young girl, even if she has a loli face, people who don't know will only regard them as siblings.

Qin Jiuge once asked her, if Wudao remained like this forever, but she was getting old day by day, what would happen to her?

Xiao Rushi didn't say a word, but he continued to practice day and night, rain or shine, even Xiao Bai was frightened by her ignorance, and he couldn't help worrying that she would go mad.

Perhaps it was because of the deepening demons in her heart that her cultivation could not be further improved, but her steadfast state of mind was in danger of loosening. Qin Jiuge repeatedly warned her not to fall into demons, but it was still unavoidable.

Then one day, Qin Jiuge said: "Let him go. It's a good thing for you and him."

Xiao Rushi didn't sleep all night, and left with the little monk in the morning light the next day.

No one knows where they went.

When she left, Xiao Bai felt something in his heart, and walked through the mist to find the residence of the two of them. The door was closed, the bed was cold, and no one was there.

He suddenly recalled what happened at that time, Xiao Ru was afraid that he had already planned to leave.She didn't tell anyone, even Xiao Bai, she just smiled and said: "I should go out and hang around, although Penglai is good, if you stay for a long time, you will have nothing to do."

Xiao Rushi said: "I owe him anyway."

Buddha came from the world and went from the world.

Since she is Wudao's last chance to become a Buddha, she doesn't mind sacrificing herself to fulfill Wudao.

She said repeatedly: "But I can't bear it, but I can't bear it..."

If she let go, the little monk would no longer recognize her, how could she be willing?

If she let go, the little monk would no longer be with her, how could she let him go?

Xiao Bai was speechless for a long time.

The little monk hid behind the door, saw her crying on the table, the smile disappeared from his eyes, he rubbed his chest, strange, he obviously didn't want to cry, why was his heart still so uncomfortable?

The little monk didn't understand her pain, and he didn't understand why she always pretended to smile happily, but she became more and more silent when he couldn't see her.

She hurts, and he hurts too. The little monk asked everyone, and finally got only one sentence: the word "love" hurts people a lot.

He doesn't understand that he is a disciple of Buddha and will eventually become a Buddha.

Since he was born, he followed the old monk all the way ascetic, slept on the ground when he was tired, asked for alms when he was hungry, went to places inaccessible, and ate everything from grass roots to leaves.

The old monk often thinks that love is the Avici Hell, which cannot be touched, cannot be regretted, and cannot be crossed.

The old monk often thinks that if you don't enter the world of mortals, you can't become a Buddha of great mercy and great compassion, but the poor monk doesn't want you to enter the world of mortals...

He finally entered the world of mortals.

Wudao's memory stayed at the moment when the old monk died, and after that, when he opened his eyes and saw the female benefactor in front of him, he felt as if he had lost part of his memory, a crucial memory, which was related to him , has something to do with her and has nothing to do with the world.

Later, he followed Xiao Rushi and left Penglai.

The mountain temple has no name, and its name is the mountain temple.There is only one abbot and seven disciples in the temple, maybe it is very old, the walls of the mountain temple are mottled, and a banyan tree in the courtyard is as thick as two people hugging each other, Xiao Rushi dragged the young monk and waited under the tree.

They traveled through mountains and rivers, but only came to this small mountain temple.

Xiao Rushi was led into the inner room by his disciples, and the young monk worshiped the Buddha in the hall. He is young, but his every move looks good, with a pious expression on his face.

The inner room and the hall are only separated by a curtain, Xiao Rushi can clearly see that he bowed the first, second, and then the third, and what he was muttering, needless to say, she also knew what it must be Difficult scriptures.

Xiao Rushi retracted his gaze and looked at the blind abbot.

Sandalwood was burning next to the bed, and the smell was very light. Except for a table and a Buddha statue, there was nothing else around, and it was very clean.

Although the abbot was blind, Xiao Rushi felt that he could see himself, just like now.

The abbot turned his eyes back from the young monk in the distance, looked at Xiao Rushi and said, "The mind of Zen is clear, the poor monk has never seen such a child with Buddha nature."

Xiao Rushi said, "I think you already know why I'm here."

The abbot smiled and said: "The poor monk and your Uncle Qin are old acquaintances. The poor monk should help him with his entrustment. It's just that this child's Zen is far beyond the poor monk, and he can't go any further in this mountain temple." .”

Xiao Rushi said: "Since my uncle asked me to come here, there must be his intentions, I believe in the abbot." She paused, and continued: "Even if he can't make him become a Buddha, it's good to leave me."

The abbot's smile remained unchanged, and the sandalwood beside the couch lingered for a long time, as if it had condensed into thin mist circle after circle. The face of the old abbot was hidden in the mist, lingering in the fairy air.

He said slowly: "Female benefactor, are you really willing to let him stay in the temple?"

Xiao Rushi nodded: "Yes."

The abbot closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and said, "You really want to let him go, don't see him, don't mention him, don't look for him."

Xiao Rushi trembled his eyelids, lowered his head and said, "Yes."

The abbot said: "You are really willing to abandon him and forget the past, don't miss him, don't miss him, and help him become a Buddha."

The inner room was silent for a long time, and the little monk was outside beating the wooden fish one by one, chanting "Namo Amitabha", the Sanskrit sound mixed with the sandalwood that spread like a cloud of smoke, quickly blurring Xiao Rushi's vision.

Her lips trembled slightly, she turned her head to look at the bright sky outside the window, quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said: "I have no choice."

It would be good if he remained such a small person all his life.At worst, she raised him until she got old and died.But can she really be so selfish?

After she died, what about the little monk?It would be better to let him go from the beginning, she is the only one who is in such pain, and he is still his little monk who is devoted to Buddha.

The abbot's smile deepened, and he said, "The benefactor is very kind."

Xiao Rushi said: "When I leave, the abbot doesn't have to tell him. After I leave, the abbot just needs to tell him that if I don't become a Buddha, I won't see him for a day."

She got up and bowed deeply, and said with a pale face, "I hope he will cherish it."

The abbot smiled and watched her leave the inner room, step out the door, avoid the ignorant little monk, and stop under the bodhi tree without passing through the lobby.

Her shoulders shrugged slightly, and she tightly covered her lips, tears streaming down her face.She was probably hopeless, so every time she took a step, she cried like the sky was about to fall.

From now on, she and her little monk will never see each other in life and sleep together in death.

She may never see him again.

When he becomes a Buddha, they are separated from immortals. How can mortals fall in love with immortals?

As the breeze blew, the leaves of the bodhi tree rustled, and colorful Buddha lights reflected under the tree. In the hall, the young monk knocked on the wooden fish and recited scriptures. His movements suddenly stopped, and his heart felt empty.

The little monk looked up at the smiling Buddha, and thought, Buddha, Buddha, just now the little monk made three wishes, but they must come true. In the coming year, the little monk would like to kowtow all the way from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and come to fulfill the wishes.

He clasped his hands together and bowed, wishing my Ruru would not be sad again.

He clasped his hands together and bowed twice, wishing my Ruru would not be sad again.

He clasped his hands together and bowed three times, prostrated himself on the ground, as pious as a servant.

May I be as happy as ever... as happy as ever.

He glanced back at the Bodhi tree outside the door, and seemed to have lost something at that moment.The little monk blinked, turned his head to look at the inner room, and smiled with his lips pursed.

The old abbot in the inner room couldn't see, but his eyes seemed to be looking straight into people's hearts. He smiled and sighed:

"Amitabha."

-

Soon after, Xiao Ru returned to Penglai.

The two went back alone, and there was no handsome little monk behind her who always followed everywhere with red eyes.She seemed to have suffered from a serious illness, her body was thin, her eyes were dull, Xiao Bai looked distressed and angry, and forced her to be raised for more than half a year before she came back, but she was still not as energetic as before.

In the past six months, she didn't mention the little monk.Everyone in Penglai also tacitly cooperated with her actions, and did not ask about the little monk.Occasionally, an unexplained mountain spirit complained about the disappearance of the little monk, but she just laughed and said nothing.

The atmosphere is always suddenly silent.

Xiao Bai was worried that something might happen to her, so he always paid attention to her condition. Unexpectedly, after another year, she gradually got better.There was some flesh on his face, a smile always hung on his face, and he was carrying a giant ax red like a burning flame.

Without Xiao Rushi, the little monk who had been staying at the age of five finally grew up year after year.

In the third year, the little monk was eight years old, and Xiao Rushi led the mountain spirits wandering in the mountains, like a king patrolling the mountains.At night, the little monk in the mountain temple was lying on the table and copying Buddhist scriptures, and fell asleep while copying, as if having an uneasy dream, muttering: "When will you take me back... I have grown up It's very high..."

In the seventh year, the little monk was 12 years old.After Xiao Ru came out of seclusion, her state became stable again, and she was only one step away from being distracted.The little monk sat cross-legged under the bodhi tree, and secretly carved a mark on the boulder under the tree.

One thousand nine thirty six days, the little monk suddenly realized that they had been separated for so long.

In No. 11, the little monk was 16 years old, and his appearance became more and more delicate, with fine skin and tender flesh, and his eyes were full of Buddha nature.Xiao Ru could not bear to look at him, she thought, just take a look, just a look.

She hid under the Bodhi tree, and he sat down under the Bodhi tree.

She held on to the branch tightly, looking ugly with snot and tears, the leaves firmly covered her figure, she nervously plucked a handful of leaves, just happened to be blown by the wind, and the leaves were blown by the wind The blow fell to the ground, and a piece fell on top of his head.

The little monk took off the leaves, looked at it suspiciously for a long time, and then looked up at the luxuriant linden tree.

Xiao Ru was so frightened that his heart stopped suddenly.

She wanted to see him, but was afraid to see him.

She was afraid that when the two met, the little monk would look at her like a stranger, and said with a smile, "Girl, where did the little monk meet you?"

The little monk picked up the green leaves and said with a smile: "It's not yet autumn, why are all the leaves falling?"

Suddenly, a black magpie flew out of the leaves and stopped beside his hand. The little monk said, "So it's you, little fellow."

The little monk under the tree smiled like a Buddha, and the girl on the tree couldn't cry.

No. 13 years, little monk.Xiao Rushi stepped into a life of self-cultivation and self-cultivation ahead of time. People often saw her with her little chinchilla and Fat Ball on the beach, catching big fish in the shallow water, one by one, and then one person, one chinchilla and one chicken, formed a circle and roasted. Eating fish and drinking fruit wine, life is very happy.

As for the little monk far away in the mountain temple, his adulthood is approaching, and his day of becoming a Buddha is approaching.

The little monk had a faint feeling that his soul seemed to be summoned by the gods and Buddhas in the nine heavens all the time. Sanskrit sounds rang out, the bells in the mountain temple kept ringing, and the old abbot led seven disciples to chant scriptures day and night.

In a trance, he suddenly remembered that he had heard from his brothers that there were pilgrims in the temple seeking marriage. That night he "brought" a marriage card, and wrote down the two names devoutly and carefully.

Xiao Rushi has no way.

He has been waiting for her, but she never comes.

He was worried that something might happen to her, but she never came.

He missed her so much that his heart ached, but she never came.

He wanted to be with her, the kind between husband and wife, he knew he had betrayed the Buddha, even so he couldn't restrain the urge to be with her.

But she never comes.

The little monk thought that he would never be able to see whether the three wishes he made back then had come true.

He closed his eyes, and the Buddha's light flourished.

The flowers of Penglai are blooming again.

Overnight, flowers blossomed like brocades, from the coast to Xiao Rushi's door.People in the world say that when such a spectacle appears, there must be immortals.Xiao Rushi didn't think about the reason, she returned to the room early as usual, until the sun rose the next day.

The door of her room was not opened, and Fat Ball went to play with her with a fluffy little chinchilla.

The little chinchilla has a (dull) paralyzed (stupid) face, perfectly inheriting the mighty domineering (fog) of his father Lou Qi.

When Xiao Rushi appeared, they went to the beach as usual. On the way, Fat Ball picked a few wild flowers and tried to put them on the little chinchilla's head, but was slapped by the little chinchilla.

Xiao Ru thought, that's it, that's it...

She lived like a big dream, and when she woke up, she had nothing left.

She is full of confidence to catch fish under the adoring eyes of a chinchilla and a chinchilla. In the past, she could fill this small beach with fish within a quarter of an hour, but now, after two hours...

The two non-human creatures looked at the lively fish in front of them. The fish was no more than the size of a palm, three or four of them, and the gap between the teeth of a chicken was not enough.

Xiao Rushi coughed and silently looked up at the sky.

In the end, the three gathered around a pile of grilled fish. The fish was grilled by Little Totoro and Fat Ball. Xiao Rushi didn't do it, she could eat it, but she was never good at it. In the past, it was because of the little monk, so she didn't have to do it at all. , Later, the little monk left, and no one prepared everything for her.

After thinking about it, Xiao Rushi laughed.

This bunch of people are not good at it, the fish was roasted a circle, half raw and half burnt, Fat Ball didn't care, dumped a small one to the chinchilla, and pecked at one for himself.

Xiao Rushi took a bite and put it in her mouth. The taste was still the same for more than ten years. She didn't dislike it. She held the fish and bit it with big mouthfuls. There was no spiritual protection in her hand, and she was flushed red from the heat, but she didn't seem to feel it. of.

Fat Ball and Little Totoro were shocked by her ferocious eating, and took three steps back to protect the fish in their hands.

Xiao Rushi was biting and crunching, with a ferocious expression as if he wanted to crush the bones of his enemy.She ate and ate, her eyes were red like a monkey's butt, and then large drops of water oozed from the corners of her eyes, and fell into the sand with a "click".

Fat Ball was startled: "Wow, woof?!"

Little Totoro was confused: "Why are you crying?"

Xiao Rushi cried while eating: "It's too unpalatable..."

Fat Ball: "..."

Xiao Rushi burst into tears: "I've never eaten such an unpalatable thing..."

The little chinchilla glanced at the little fish in his hand, and silently "biu~" threw it away.

"If it's unpalatable, don't eat it."

Xiao Rushi shook his head, unable to utter the words choked with sobs, he gulped down the half-raw fish meat, not afraid of being choked by bone spurs.

She stopped suddenly, and the fish in her mouth fell out.

She looked at a chinchilla and a fat ball in front of her, and the two non-human creatures looked up behind her tacitly.

It wasn't the two of them who said that just now, so who said it?

Xiao Rushi didn't think about it, and didn't dare to think about it, she turned her head slowly.

The monk was only three steps away from her.

She was squatting there, holding a fish that looked like a dog gnawing, with her long hair like a bird's nest on her head. The tip of her hair was still dripping from the sea water just now, and her long skirt was spread randomly on the ground. On the sandy ground, the long sleeves were rolled up, revealing a pair of arms covered with black dust.

The young monk stood there with a compassionate smile, so clean that he didn't look like a person in the world.He came from the world, but there was no trace of fireworks on his body, his white clothes were spotless, and he was wearing a string of sandalwood beads in his hand. He was handsome and more beautiful than a woman.

How beautiful he is when he smiles, and how ugly she is when she cries.

The young monk clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "Female benefactor, where have we met before?"

Xiao Rushi bit the tail of the fish, and said vaguely: "I have seen it, I must have seen it in my previous life, I am your enemy, you are my lover, bah bah bah...you are my enemy..."

She didn't pay attention, and bit her fingers into her mouth, and the smell of blood came.

The young monk's face remained unchanged, and he said: "Female benefactor, killing is a matter of detriment to cultivation, don't commit murder..."

Xiao Rushi thought to himself that it has nothing to do with you if I kill a life, even if I kill a thousand fish or ten thousand fish, it has nothing to do with you.She thought so in her heart, but kept her mouth shut.

She was afraid that she would cry when she opened her mouth.

Xiao Rushi didn't know what she looked like now, she thought she was covering it up very well, but tears were shed desperately, she didn't chew a bite of fish for a long time, squatting there like an abandoned beggar.

The young monk sighed inaudibly, and he said: "Amitabha."

He put down his hands, disregarding his clean white clothes without a trace of dust, knelt down, wiped the girl's dirty cheeks with his sleeves, and then took the fish out of her hand and threw it aside.

He said in a soft voice: "Let's leave it to the little monk to make a killing."

He has protected someone for so many years, how could he be willing to let her hands be stained with a trace of blood?

Xiao Rushi stared at him blankly.

Wudao clasped her chin and said, "Spit it out."

Xiao Ru spat out the fish that had been in his mouth for a long time without chewing, Wudao didn't dislike her, and wiped her lips little by little, as if he was doing something extremely important. matter.

Her little monk... her little monk...

Xiao Rushi sucked her nose, opened her mouth, and didn't say a word for a long time. She gasped for breath stuck in her throat, and started to cry heart-piercingly.

Her tears fell big and big, and soon soaked the clothes on Wudao's chest. She was shaking all over from crying, and wanted to cry out all the grievances, misses, and sadness of these years come out.

Wudao's eyes turned red, and he kissed her forehead, wiping her tears over and over again.

"I thought... I thought you were gone..." She tugged on the little monk by his collar, crying uncontrollably.

"I always think, you don't want me...you don't want me, then what should I do..."

"what do I do……"

Wudao didn't speak, he held the girl in his arms, bowed his head and kissed her deeply.

This kiss is all the unforgettable thoughts for so many years.

He was also thinking, what should he do if she doesn't want him anymore?

She is here, where can he go?

For so many years, he has been thinking about it all the time, why is she so cruel, and she doesn't even come to see him...

After so many years, she couldn't bear to take a look at herself...

The trees in Penglai bloom luxuriantly, and the flowers bloom vigorously, just like a sunny day in June.

The little chinchilla covered Fat Ball's bemused eyes with two pink paws expressionlessly, but his own eyes were fixed on the intertwined lips of the two without turning away.

"Do not despise evil, do not despise evil..." He said seriously.

On the day the old monk died, he told Wudao one last thing.

There will be a great kalpa in your destiny, and becoming a Buddha or a demon is all within your one thought.

Wudao thought, he was not willing to let Xiao Rushi cry, he was not willing to push Xiao Rushi to others, he was not willing to leave her.

It can only become a demon.

In the coming year, he can kowtow to the mountain temple to fulfill his wish to the Buddha.