That temple that person

In front of my eyes, there are vaguely chasing torches, shouts, scorched flesh, endless sweat and tears. In the blink of an eye, it seems that among the weeds and rocks, the ancient Han Temple stands in the vast night, and there is a door opened before my eyes.

I'm curious.My intuition tells me that the person who opens this door will be an interesting person.I poked my head out and watched the door slowly open to both sides, getting closer and closer to me.See you soon, I thought.The corners of my mouth raised involuntarily.

There seemed to be a figure standing behind that door, and suddenly, that person's body was radiant, and the overwhelming white light outlined him into a silhouette until it was annihilated.At the time of annihilation, several stars swirled past my eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, it was a dead old man whom I hadn’t seen for a long time, wearing that gray robe, squinting one eye, and was gesticulating on my head with a stick the size of a bowl. Hey, he smiled: "Little brat, are you awake?"

"If I don't wake up again, will you still hit me with a stick?"

The old man casually threw the stick out of the window, and amidst the wild dogs barking outside the window, I heard his deep voice: "Silly boy, don't sleep, wake up, didn't I say, the window is closed... "

"I know, I know," I impatiently rubbed my slightly swollen head, and muttered while lying on the table, "Why is the old man crazy..."

Probably sleepy, I lay there, watching the spring rain slantingly beating on the window sill, watching the peach blossoms flying, and watching a pair of swallows pass by my sight.The wind is blowing my hair.All of these are so familiar, as if many, many days like this have passed by like this, but when I look at it, my heart is empty.Putting hands on my shoulders, someone whispered in my ear, "Look, behind you, the door opens..."

The door opened, the door opened.It seems that all my life, I have been waiting for such a moment, the moment that door opens, it is a door opened for me.

I turned around and saw a man standing behind the door.That person stood quietly in the light, neither speaking nor approaching.It was very clean white light.Like a person who has been in the dark for too long, I also want to step into that light, but that seemingly soft light gradually becomes as dazzling as a sharp sword as I approach.It was like a real sharp sword, I could barely open my eyes, and I felt that blood was slowly pouring into my eyelids, and my skin was as fragile as a piece of paper, bursting every inch of it.Maybe, before I really approach the light, I will become a real dust.

But I still can't stop, I want to go, into that light, and stand opposite that person.I thought, see who that person is.

What kind of person is worthy of standing in a spotless world?And who would open the door to the filthy mortal world for a person like me?

Either crazy or a fool.Anyway, it's going to be interesting people.

I'm getting closer, my eyes are getting more and more painful, probably this is the last time, I struggle to open my eyes in the sharp sword of all the lights, and feel the tearing of the eyelids——

call.

A few sparrows fluttered their wings and flew up to the old beams, hiding on them and peeping.In a beam of sunlight, dust is slowly floating upwards, like a slowing down vortex.

Clean beds.Thin quilt with patches.Shabby pillows.There is a copy of the "Diamond Sutra" on the corner of the table.There was a kettle and a large bowl on the table, and a few pitifully thin steamed buns were piled up on the side plate.

This looks like a thatched cottage of a mountain family, which has been packed out temporarily.How can I be in this kind of place?I closed my eyes and rewinded my memory to the time when I could go back. What came to my mind was the fountain of blood, the ferocious face, the burning torches and the screams. open one's eyes.All this astonished me.I raised my hand and saw the hand wrapped in white cloth.I touched my face again, and it seemed to be all fabric.

I'm wrapped up?

A carp straightened up, and the fragile bed board babbled, making a sound as if all the bones in my body were broken.I was in so much pain that I almost cried. I struggled wildly on the bed for a long time, but I couldn't stop the pain.Just as the pain was unbearable, the door of the room opened suddenly, and the sun of unknown year and month shone in, casting a tiny figure on the floor.

Many years later, whenever I think of this scene, I can't laugh or cry.At that time, I was wrapped into a snow-white rice dumpling, white with red inside, the white part was cloth strips, and the red part was blood.At that time, Tianlong was far less handsome than when he grew up, and he was not even as edible and lovable as the Enlightenment many years later.He often frowned, but at such a young age, he seemed to be full of worries.

I looked at the equally weird little monk at the door strangely.The little novice novice stared at me with his hands behind his back, frowning, drooping corners of his mouth.

After staring at each other for a while, I suddenly felt a different smell in the air, like sparks bursting out from a pile of hay.The little novice finally spoke, and when he spoke, he was even more unkind: "You, find, die!"

One of the hands that the little novice novice had kept hidden behind his back was released, and a round stone was tightly clutched in it.Before I had time to think, where did such a round stone come from, that round stone flew towards me.It's too late to say it, I've never seen a little kid with such ruthless skill, smashing the Tianling Gai right at me, if he was hit, the bone on my forehead would probably be shattered into pieces.

Normally, I can dodge even the fastest sword, and I can withstand the most powerful fist, but my whole body is covered with rough and stiff cloth strips. I instinctively moved to one side, and a chill swept over my face. Pass.Then, my forehead suddenly felt hot and wet.

bleeding.I saw bloodstains winding down my white body.The little monk at the door was silent, and another hand hidden behind appeared. This time, a dart was aimed at my throat.

Many years later, whenever I think of this scene, I can't laugh or cry.What I laughed at was Xiao Tianlong, who was always frowning and mature at the time, but what made me cry was another person.The light and fluffy man who caught the dart casually.

His appearance was a gust of wind, with the scent of sandalwood.I watched the man in the brown cassock standing in front of me, holding the sharp weapon between his white porcelain fingertips, and patiently educated the little novice: "Buddhism is pure, it is strictly forbidden to kill, let alone kill. Didn't you say you Do you remember?"

Of course the little novice refused to obey the discipline, his whole body was shaking with anger, and he uttered a few words viciously: "That person is not a good person!"

I trembled suddenly in these stone-like words, and the person in front of me also sighed: "All living beings are equal."

My forehead seemed to be cooling down gradually, but my vision became more and more blurred. In the blur, the cold gaze of the little novice was very clear, which made me feel cold all over my body.I don't know how long it took, and the little novice monk disappeared at some point, and the person in front of me sighed again, his sigh was so beautiful, it pulled my wobbly mind back a little.

My body shook a few times involuntarily, and the bed board under me made strange noises. In my premonition, as my body fell suddenly, dust and debris flew up together, covering my last sight.

I finally fainted in a mess, just like the night three days ago, I fell in front of his temple door dripping with blood.Unfortunately, neither that night nor this moment, I couldn't see his face.