Finale

When Chinese New Year is approaching, the number of pilgrims who come to Lishan Temple to pray for Buddha has increased several times compared to the past.

When Lu Chunyan was more than ten years old, he went to the temple with his parents to offer incense.At that time, the mountain road was not as smooth as it is now, and the children's physical strength could not keep up with the adults, but Xiao Chunyan did not say a word, gritted his teeth and insisted on climbing up together.

They were going to spend the night here, the meditation room had been cleaned up, and when they got to the top, Xiao Chunyan went to rest first, while his parents went to the backyard to find the host.

Sandalwood was lit in the meditation room. Because the mountain was rather cold and there were children there, a few more quilts were placed on the bed.Xiao Chunyan sank into the soft quilt, closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already dusk, and his parents hadn't come back yet.He got up slowly, the room was dim, he lay down at the end of the bed and put on the clothes he had just taken off, then jumped out of the bed, stepped on his shoes, and walked outside.

Clusters of golden leaves fell from the ginkgo, and a few small leaves fell to the ground. When he walked into the yard, he saw a bodhi tree in the middle of the yard that had lost all its leaves.Xiao Chunyan walked a few steps, stood under the tree, raised her hand, touched the dry tree trunk lightly.

"What are you doing?"

As soon as he put his hand on it, there was a crisp sound behind him, like snow water slowly flowing from a half-frozen stream in winter.He turned his head and saw a person much taller than himself standing under the ginkgo tree.

Xue Ting looked at the child in front of him, and heard the child say: "Is this tree dead?"

Xue Ting looked up at the tree trunk that was about to wither, and said lightly: "It's too cold this year, it won't survive this winter."

Xiao Chunyan was taken aback for a moment, turned around and opened her hands, and leaned over cautiously, "It's so pitiful."

The rainbow on the child's mind was made by Sunny Sky, Xue Ting looked at him sideways, and suddenly asked, "Why are you crying?"

Xiao Chunyan groaned, blushed without turning around, and said sullenly: "I didn't cry, how did you see me cry?"

Xue Ting smiled and asked him: "Don't you want this tree to die?"

"Well, it must be very difficult for such a big tree to grow up to now." Xiao Chunyan turned his head, with tears hanging on his eyelashes, he sniffed and asked, "Can you bring it back to life?"

Xue Ting thought for a while, then slowly nodded, "Yes."

"Will it be there next time I come here?"

"It will be, but you may have forgotten it by then."

"Huh?" Xiao Chunyan was confused, pursed her lips and said, "I won't forget."

Xue Ting raised his hand to catch a fallen ginkgo leaf, and said, "You will forget, after all, people are like this."

Some years earlier, it might be due to the impermanence of the wind and snow, before the immortals existed, the snow court was just a grain of snow falling from the sky.

A series of heavy snows covered the mountains and submerged the earth until the village was built. The ice and snow on Lishan Mountain slowly melted. A young monk with a shaved head came up with a bag of loess bricks, saying that he would build a big temple here.

When it snows in winter, the temperature becomes very low, the snow falls, and the ground is slippery.Once the little monk fell and fell to the ground for a long time.Snowflakes fell one by one, rustling and soon covered the little monk's body, he was shivering from the cold, thinking that he was going to die, curled up and wept softly.

Xue Ting turned into a human and stood in front of him, stretched out his hand and gently pushed him, the little monk trembled, and slowly opened his eyes.

There was heavy snow all over the sky, a strand of black hair rubbed against his frozen red cheek, his arm was gently clenched, and then the wind and snow disappeared. Small yard.

After the winter passed, Xue Ting did not leave, he stayed on Mount Li.

Lishan Temple is still a small tile-roofed house, and there is only one young monk in the whole temple. He squeezed the Bodhisattva out of clay and placed it on a high place, and then turned the soil in the yard and sprinkled the seeds.The little monk always made himself dirty, and when he was tired from work, he slept on his stomach under the tree in the yard.

In spring, the wind blows very slowly.Xue Ting came out from behind the tree, squatted beside the little monk, tilted his head to see him sleeping.

In fact, the little monk is not young anymore, but he is so thin that the gown on his body is empty.It may be that it has not been taken care of for a long time, and blue stubble has grown on the originally clean-shaven head.

Xue Ting raised his hand, spread his fingers slightly, and gently rubbed along the back of the little monk's head, which felt a little prickly.

Just when he was about to withdraw his hand, the little monk who had been asleep woke up and stared at him blankly.

"You... who are you?"

The wind picked up again, and the little monk couldn't help squinting his eyes. When he opened his eyes, the person in front of him had disappeared.

For the next few days, he was restless, asking questions inexplicably in the yard, looking around and asking who are you?Sometimes he would sit under a tree, look at the yard that was forming little by little, and then lower his head and say in a lonely way: "I want to see you, I'm so lonely by myself."

What exactly is spiritual practice?Seeing the little monk, Xue Ting seemed to see himself.

When the snowflakes fell, he was born in this world.In winter, there was nothing, he stood in the white snow, and all he could hear was his own footsteps.He's always been like this.What is loneliness, what is loneliness, he does not understand.

But if you feel lonely, don't be alone.

With a "click", Xue Ting stepped on the broken branch, stood in front of the little monk, and gave him his hand.

As long as a person can live, he will be with him for as long as possible.

The little monk said that it was too cold in winter, and he didn't like it. After that, no snowflakes fell on Lishan Mountain.

Xueting built a temple for him, planted a bodhi tree in the courtyard for him, and the Bodhisattva statue made of clay became a gold-plated Buddha. The first pilgrim came to Mount Li, and then came one after another. more people.

As spring goes and autumn comes, on the Lishan Mountain where there is no winter, the little monk gradually grows old.

People are always born, old, sick and dying. When the young monk passed away, Xue Ting stood under the bodhi tree in the yard all night.

"Master, what happened next? What happened to him later?"

Sipping the pearl, the little monk tilted his head and looked at Xue Ting.

Xue Ting bit the pearl, chewed several mouthfuls, swallowed it slowly, and said: "Afterwards, winter came back, and the linden tree withered, but the snowflake became concerned, so it stayed in the temple. I don't want to go."

The little monk sniffed, Xue Ting frowned, "Why are you crying?"

"Master, I'm so sorry to hear that. Didn't he become a lonely one again?"

"I'm not alone. People die, but memories don't disappear. Even if reincarnated, that little monk will still return to him."

On New Year's Eve, Lu Chunyan made dumplings and told Qiuyao that he wanted to eat dumplings tonight.

Qiu Yao ran over from the window, pulled Lu Chunyan and pointed out the window, "Look, it's snowing."

He dragged the flour foam in Lu Chunyan's hand to the window. He didn't know where to put both hands, and raised them above his head to let him slow down.

When he stood still, he could see the heavy snow falling quietly outside the window, the light of the snow was like fireflies flying all over the sky.Looking at the snow, Lu Chunyan was stunned for a moment. He took two steps forward, turned his head to look at Qiuyao, whether it was excitement or surprise, he said, "I remembered."

Qiu Yao looked at him in confusion, Lu Chunyan took a deep breath, shook his head slowly, and said to him, "It's nothing, nothing."

He turned his head sideways, his eyes followed the trajectory of falling snowflakes, and his memory returned to the winter when he was ten years old.

The phoenix tree that was about to wither, and the immature child, made an exchange with the person who appeared suddenly.

He gave him a seed, and promised him that if he planted the seed alive, the phoenix tree would come back to life.

Xiao Chunyan sniffed, took the seed and pressed it to his chest, he said yes.

After returning from Lishan, he went to the flower farmer at home and asked how to plant them.Unexpectedly, within a few days, he developed a fever due to the cold, and the fever came back and forth. He stayed in the hospital for more than a month, and spring was almost over when he came back.

It turns out that many things have a cause and effect. The seeds received when he was young will bloom for him in the future.