If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

On the Double Ninth Festival on the ninth day of September, Cheng Siqi became seriously ill.

This season, the coolness of late autumn has gradually become stronger, and dew and frost are covered under the window steps.

After an autumn rain, the flowers and plants all over the yard withered and withered, and the half-green and half-yellow pagoda tree leaves were soaked and fell heavily from the branches, like a lone bird that lost its parent.

Xie Zhou stood by the half-hidden door, staring blankly into the house.

The thin cloth curtains separated all the coldness of late autumn, and the scent of the medicine radiated out.

The room was warmed by the charcoal basin that had been lit early, and Wu Yan was wiping Cheng Siqi's hands and feet with a handkerchief twisted in hot water.He couldn't see his eyes, but he wiped it carefully and carefully, even the small chapped wounds were not spared.

After wiping, he soaked his hands in hot water, and then, with the heat, applied medicinal wine, and rubbed Cheng Siqi's distorted joints.

Cheng Siqi was lying on the bed, his old face was pale and ashamed.

He opened his turbid yellow eyes, turned them dryly, and looked at Wu Yan who was sitting on the head of the bed.In fact, he couldn't see clearly anymore, he could only vaguely outline the outline of this person, and couldn't see the eyebrows and eyes.

This made him a little lost, and he said in a hoarse voice, "...I can't see you clearly."

"What's so interesting about a bad old man?"

Having said that, Wuyan still bent down, moved closer, and touched the corner of Cheng Siqi's eyes, "I'll make you some medicine, call me if you miss me."

Standing up with the edge of the bed, Wuzhi tied the red rope with a small bell on the bedside to Cheng Siqi's finger, and pulled it tentatively, only to hear a series of crisp and loud knocking sounds.

As long as the bell rings, no matter where Wu Yan is in the yard, he will rush back to the house.It's like Insatiable's promise to Cheng Siqi, never breaking his promise or cheating.

"Ah."

Cheng Siqi responded, with deep nostalgia in his eyes.

He touched Cheng Siqi's hand again in a comforting manner, then bent down to pick up the small toilet in the corner, and walked out slowly.

As soon as he went out, Xie Zhou was about to reach out to pick it up, but Wu Yan shook his head at him, carried it to himself, cleaned the toilet, then moved to the stove, lit a fire with clean hands, and set up a medicine jar to boil medicine.

He sat by the fire, fanning the stove, with a calm look on his face.

Xie Zhou said in a low voice: "Master, is Master... more seriously ill."

As soon as he said these words, his heart felt as if it was squeezed full of acid water, it was astringent and painful, until it blocked his throat and made his eye sockets swell.

Many people, including him, Xie Zhou, never thought that the first to fall among these two old people was Cheng Siqi, who was always in a hurry.

Just a fall after the rain.

It was as if something had completely destroyed the solidity of the old man's life, forcing him to lie on the bed, becoming a dying person who could hardly even get up, and counted the days to pass away.

When I was first ill, many famous doctors came to see me, and many people also came to visit me.

But when a person is old, he is old.

Aging is not a disease, but an incurable law.Unless it is a panacea, it is wishful thinking to restore Cheng Siqi to his original state.

But Xie Zhou's panacea was turned away again.

After Cheng Siqi fell ill, he became visibly haggard and thin.

The pain made him unable to sleep all night, so he could only close his eyes, enduring the pain, and counting the ticking sounds.At night, when his hands and feet cramp slightly, and when there is any movement, Wuyan will wake up immediately, touch his sore spots, knead him, and coax him in a low voice, gentle and patient, without perfunctory.

Strange to say, facing Cheng Siqi's sudden illness, Wu Yan was neither surprised nor panicked.

He declined the kindness of Xie Zhou and others to live in and help, cut down two trees in the yard, and asked someone to make a small wheelchair and some toilets.When Cheng Siqi got up at night, he would lift the toilet and hold him to urinate and defecate, not avoiding all kinds of filth.

Cooking and laundry, cleaning decoction.

He is a blind man, yet he can arrange things in an orderly manner and take care of them appropriately.

The windows in the house were all replaced with glazed ones, and they were often propped up for ventilation.

A few pots of flowers and plants are placed in rows under the window, and Cheng Siqi can see it as soon as he raises his eyes, a vast expanse of emerald green.Light and shadow leaked in, accompanied by a gentle breeze, even if it was lingering on the sick bed, it didn't seem stuffy.

Occasionally Wuyan would push Cheng Siqi for a walk in the yard.

But after all, he is still an old blind man. No matter how careful he was when he was young, and how clearly he remembered this yard, he would still be confused when he was old.

One time while walking, I tripped over a stone in the yard, fell, and overturned my wheelchair.

The dry and skinny old man fell on his body, hugged him subconsciously, and touched him nervously, and then found that Cheng Siqi was also touching him anxiously with trembling hands.

"So stupid."

After touching for a while, the two stopped at the same time, Cheng Siqi hugged him and laughed.

The two old men fell to the ground and groped each other in a panic.Thinking about it carefully, this scene is indeed quite silly.

Wuyan took it for granted, but also had lingering fears, and sent Cheng Siqi back to the house, then turned around and called Xie Zhou, asking him to come every two or three days to push Cheng Siqi through.

"Master, are you willing to let go?"

Xie Zhou laughed endlessly.

Wuyan shook his head but didn't care too much, and said with a smile: "Reluctant, but even more reluctant for him to miss seeing the scenery in this world. Spring flowers and winter snow, summer cicadas and autumn frost, you don't think he cares, but he actually likes it."

"One less look is one less look."

Even with a lot of experience and insight, Xie Zhou still couldn't understand what Wuyan and Cheng Siqi were thinking.What he seeks is longevity, so he regards immortality as an obsession, and wants to keep the people around him.But Wuyan and Cheng Siqi seem to be the exact opposite.

As winter was approaching, Cheng Siqi's drowsiness was longer than that of waking up.

On a sunny day, Insatiable called the owner of the coffin shop at the west end of the city, supported Cheng Siqi, and discussed with the coffin shop owner how to design and build the new coffin.

Cheng Siqi uttered words vaguely, listening patiently and repeating them word by word.

"What kind of Buddha statues and Buddhist scriptures are carved? Do you want to put yourself in a coffin?"

He reprimanded Cheng Siqi in distaste, "At most put some satin upholstery, don't burn incense, make a good coffin and make it gaudy."

The owner of the coffin shop was sweating all over his body when he heard it, and felt hot when holding the money.

It wasn't easy to wait until the end, and after discussing about leaving, before he could step out of the courtyard, he was stopped by the one who sent him out again, and stuffed him with a big box that was so heavy that he could bend people's waists.

"Master Wuyan, this is..."

Before the coffin shop owner could say anything, Jian Wuyan raised his hand and opened the lid of the box.

In the eyes, there are broken swords piled up more than half of the box, with different shapes and uneven broken marks, some are still cold and bright, and some are already rusty.

"Funeral goods."

Insatiably answered the coffin shop owner's question.

The owner of the coffin shop was stunned: "Buy this pile of scrap metal with you?"

Wu Yan was startled when he heard the words, parted his lips, and wanted to refute, but seemed to lose the strength to refute, nodded slowly, with a relaxed yet heavy smile: "Yes, that's the bunch Rubbish metal."

The owner of the coffin shop didn't know why, but he couldn't ask any further questions, so he left with the box.

Less than half a month later, the new coffin was lifted to the door and placed in the middle of the courtyard.

But neither Wuyan nor Cheng Siqi felt anything about this unlucky thing, and they seemed to turn a blind eye to it, and they still did what they had to do.

Until the first snow falls this winter.

"……Snowing."

Early in the morning, maybe it's not early in the morning yet, the misty white light came out of the window, and she couldn't bear to be woken up by Cheng Siqi's low voice, she stretched out her hand to touch Cheng Siqi's face, wrapped him under the quilt, and said softly: "It's you!" It’s winter, in a few days, I’ll cook dumplings for you.”

"Ah."

Cheng Siqi responded, his weak voice seemed to be a little more energetic, and his articulation became much clearer, and he said, "It's really strange."

He paused, and said: "I used to think about how I would serve you if you were old and sick and had to leave first. Feed you food and drink, fetch you shit and pee, and push you away Walking on the street...it must be hard work and fun, and I am happy to do the hard work for you."

"But I didn't expect that I would die first."

He muttered dissatisfiedly: "...I am a hundred years younger than you."

As he said that, he seemed to be remembering something, and suddenly said: "Wu Yan, I haven't asked you yet... When did you fall in love with me?"

"When you first met me, you didn't like me very much, I could see that. Later, when the memory came back, I knew that you were all for rootless water purification and the mission of the Eight Great Immortal Sects. Maybe sometimes, you still It annoys me as a burden."

"It's a little annoying."

Wuyan said: "I'm always tired of people who don't know what's good or bad and make their own decisions. And I don't like to be close to people, but there is a little fox who is clingy and won't let people go. I just thought, do it quickly. Finish this mission, get rid of this burden, and return to Tianyin Temple to conceive a baby."

Memories are numerous and mixed.

With a few words, it was as if a lively and smiling figure emerged from the countless dusty and dim lights and shadows.

Wuyan traced the shadow with some greed, and continued: "But then you didn't live up to it, and gave me a problem, and formed a pill with your demon body."

"If I want to save you, I have to smash your demon core, and then use the relic of crossing the catastrophe that I reserved as my second life to exchange for a new life. The relic of crossing the catastrophe was obtained by my adventures in my early years, and even Mahayana monks would be jealous It’s a precious treasure, once used it’s gone.”

"I was a little bit reluctant at the time."

"Reluctant to..."

He recalled, with a trace of comprehension and relief on his face, and sighed: "It's not because I don't want to part with the relic, but because I don't want to... kill you once. I thought to myself that I would stick to the rules, but later I realized that this precept has long been broken."

As he said, he put his arms around Cheng Siqi's too thin waist, and kissed his face.

As if coaxed by this rare love story, Cheng Siqi laughed, looking at the top of the bed, with a weak and ethereal breath in his voice: "I've seen you for a long time... from you, save me, give me... the prayer beads When...so, fair...fairly..."

"I...please you first, then I am doomed...to take a step first."

He slowly moved his gaze down, greedily resting on the face of Insatiable.

His vision was blurred, but he still tried hard to open his eyes wide, trying to carefully engrave this terribly old face into his eyes and heart.

But there was intermittent pain in his heart, and something grabbed his throat, cutting off his last breath one by one.

"The bald donkey..."

Cheng Siqi turned sideways, tucked into Wuyan's embrace, and slowly closed his eyes, "It's a bit... cold, hug, hug..."

Wuyan puts his arms around Cheng Siqi.

The temperature in his arms dropped by the minute, Wu Yan covered the quilt tightly, moved Mrs. Tang up, tightened the arms holding Cheng Siqi little by little, and surrounded him whole.

Gradually, the blanket felt hot, but the body in his arms became colder and colder.

The cock crowing at five o'clock woke him up.

Wuyan loosened his somewhat stiff arms, lay on the bed for a while, and then slowly got up.

Washed and changed clothes, twisted the hot handkerchief again, and wiped Cheng Siqi's hands and face.Then lift the toilet and go out to clean it up.Cleaned up and watered the flowers again.

After doing all this, Wuyan hugged Cheng Siqi and lay down in the coffin that had been prepared earlier.

The soft satin was cushioned under the body, and the fluttering snow slowly fell on the face.

Insatiable brushed Cheng Siqi's long hair, wrapped his arms around him as he did for many years, held his hand, and whispered: "It's snowing, so it's a bit cold."

"……hug."

The voice was full of laughter, helpless and a little disgusted, slowly, gradually getting low.

The first snow stopped in the evening.

When Xie Zhou found the two, Cheng Siqi had been dead for a long time, while Wuyan was frozen to death.

The thin patent leather coffin, with its lid tilted, reveals two old, rusty, crooked corpses embracing each other.A few broken swords were scattered, two strings of Buddhist beads collapsed, and the heavy snow of goose feathers scattered all day long relentlessly covered it, scalding the sword blades.