Baoliangzhou has always liked to divide the north and south by Guanhu Academy.

The north is more barbaric, and the south is all educated.

The southerners look down on the northerners. It is a matter of righteousness. Even the great writers in the north, facing the scholars of the Nanzhao Kingdom, must admit their dwarfs. Therefore, the southern high-ranking people are ashamed to marry into the north.

Near the year of the year, at a noisy market in the south, there are bare-eyed middle-aged monks who are arrogant, and they are just as determined and slow.

There are juggling artists who have tried their best to get a lot of cheers. The monks saw a wooden peg holding a small monkey, which was thin and thin, so it looked very big.

The monk crouched down and took out half of the hard, dry cake, smashed it, placed it in the palm of his hand and reached out to the skinny monkey.

It was scared by the good deeds of the monks, fled back in panic, the chain was stretched straight, a rebound, the little monkey with a whip fell to the ground, and the body curled up and choked.

The monk gently placed the chopped dry cake near the stake, and smashed the remaining half of the dry cake into half, scattered it on the ground, and then put the shovel down, then got up and backed away, finally Sitting cross-legged at a distance of three or four steps from the stake, began to close his eyes, lips slightly moving, silent scriptures.

He also practiced, sat and practiced, and he was ashamed.

The little monkey who was hungry and cold was really hungry. After the monk sat down, the students looked at him for a long time. Finally, they took the courage to catch a piece of broken cake. After returning to the place and bowing down, they saw that the monks were indifferent and became more and more The courage was big, and I ate another piece. So repeatedly, I accidentally found that there was some clear water in the iron shovel, so I went to drink it. During the winter season, the water in the sputum was somewhat warm, which made the little monkey somewhat comfortable, not afraid of the sultry. The big eyes looked straight at the bare-headed guy, as if full of incomprehensible.

After the monks read a passage, they blinked up and the little monkeys evaded. The monks just bent back and took the shovel and left.

The little monkey held the wooden stake and looked at the back of the monk, and soon disappeared into the crowded sea.

It was a slap in the face, and stretched out his hand and scratched his skinny cheeks and stared at his eyes.

The bare-footed man bowed his head and walked among the crowds of people. He was hit by a passerby and never looked up. Instead, his right hand prayed on his chest and nodded slightly before moving on.

There is a crazy old man in the market, his eyebrows are knotted, he is squatting, and he is ragged. As long as he meets the child, whether the children’s elders are rich or poor, they must go over and ask the same question, most ordinary people. It’s not strange to say that, it’s mostly taking the children to speed up the pace, and some will laugh a few words. Some young and tempered young men will push the old madman a few times, from beginning to end, the old madman It’s just repeating that weird question.

"Is your child named?"

There are a group of young **** who know the old man and block the old man. Some of them have a bad face and ask: "I have a child in my family who has not yet named it. How do you want it?"

The old man suddenly opened his eyes and smiled. He was happy to dance and said: "I will take it, I will name it. I must take a good name this time..."

"Get your uncle!" The old man was squatted on the abdomen by the young man, and he leaned back and fell to the ground. The old man rolled his stomach on the ground.

Some of the squatters squatted down and helped the old man to get up. The group of **** smirked and left.

After the old man was lifted up, he reached out and grabbed the arm of the monk. He still asked the extremely disrespectful question to the monk. "Is your child named?"

The middle-aged monk looked at the old man with dementia, shook his head and helped the old man to take the dust, and then he continued to move forward.

The old man still asks for bitterness in the market, and he has countless white eyes and jealousy.

When the sun sets, the squatting people are foraging, and after the seven households, they will no longer be relegated, and the food inside the shovel will be difficult.

The monks enter the city from the north and leave the city from the south. The pedestrians on the road are weaving, and the monks bow their heads. If they meet the little bugs, they will pick them up and lay them on the road.

Finally, I saw an old temple that had been abandoned for a long time. The monks walked out of the door with one hand and slowly walked in.

In the underarm corridor outside the main hall, I ate the food inside, and the monks began to sit cross-legged and continue to practice.

In the twilight, the old madman returned, did not look at the monks, went straight to the hall, fell on a pile of thatched grass, rolled up a piece of broken thin bedding, try to cover the hands and feet, screaming and sleeping.

Nothing happened overnight.

The old man who likes to give someone a name, wakes up at noon, wakes up and leaves the temple, and piles up to the people in the city. For the middle-aged monk, the old man turns a blind eye. At first, no one guessed. The old madman would be a stranger and stranger. Later, he discovered that it was an old waste. He couldn’t pay back his mouth and he would cry, and he would bleed when he was hurt. In the end, there are only a few idlers who are idle, and they are happy to enjoy the old man.

The old man has lived in this ruined temple for many years.

In the next half year, day after day, the monks stayed here for a while, and occasionally went to the city with the old man, and they would go to the city with the old man and return to their residence. The two have never had verbal communication, and even even the eyes meet very little. Every time the old madman sees a monk, he looks blank and can't remember anything.

This night, heavy rain, lightning and thunder.

In the squally showers, it is estimated that even the shouts that are close at hand are not really heard.

The old man who was shrunk in the thatched shop would be shocked and trembled every time the thunder sounded. The old man who was asleep, I wondered what was a sad thing, or a nightmare, a fist with both hands, a tight body, and repeated whispers. : "It is a bad name for my grandfather. It is a grandfather who has harmed you. It is a grandfather who has harmed you."

The dry old face, there is no tears to flow, but it seems to be particularly heartbreaking.

As the rapid thunder became intermittent, although the rain was still dense and the momentum was horrible, the old man’s self-talk had faded.

But when the old man is completely slumbered, the monk bends his finger and gently squats.

Boom!

For example, the sound of wooden fish rang through the ancient temple.

Such as the spring thunder sounded under the gallery.

The old man hit a spirit and suddenly sat up. After looking around, he was first stunned, then relieved. Finally, he was sad. He stood up and walked outside the hall. The ragged little old man walked between the fierce, like a mountain tiger. Jiang Long. Although the momentum is amazing, the body of the elderly is still weak.

The tiger does not fall down.

The old man walked out of the temple and looked up, for a long time without words, and finally left nothing.

The monk whispered: "Every love is bitter."

The old man did not look at the monks, and smiled and said: "What bitterness is bitter! I am happy! When the immortal people are so happy, how can they be happy? The long-term long-sightedness of the shit, one by one, only remember the fairy, forget the person... haha The people are forgotten to be thundering, and the gods forget that they are true gods, ridiculously ridiculous..."

The middle-aged monk said again: "All living beings are suffering."

The old man was silent, sitting cross-legged, clenching his fists on his knees and ridiculing himself: "If you are separated."

At dawn, I don’t know when the old man who fell asleep suddenly woke up, and again his eyes were turbid, and then continued his awkward day.

In this way, more than a month has passed. In a mid-Autumn full moon night, the old man finally recovered, but this time the spirit of the whole person is already inferior to the former.

He sat down with his monks in the corridor, looking at the bright moon, the old man said to himself, "My grandson is very clever, is the most intelligent reading seed under the sun, but unfortunately surnamed Cui, it is unfortunate, met It’s unfortunate that I am such a grandfather. It shouldn’t be like this. It shouldn’t be like this...”

The middle-aged monk is silent.

There is a saying in Cui's Baoguanzhou: there is no wind in the temple, and there is no fire and no light.

After the winter, there were heavy snows. The old man slept in the temple, his teeth were fighting, his face was blue and green. It was like this winter. The monk asked for it to enter and handed the warm to the old man. After the old man took over, he suddenly lost. On the ground, my eyes recovered a little clear, then I looked at the monk who had picked up the dry cake again. I reached out and handed over the dry cake. The old man shook his head and said, "I just want to see my grandson while I am alive, or else I will die, I can’t swallow this breath. I can't break it! I want to say sorry to him, Grandpa is sorry for him... I can't be crazy, I want to be awake, monk, save me!"

The old man’s head is dead and close to the arm. “Monk, as long as you let me wake up and see my grandson, I will give you a cow.” I will give you a gimmick, and this will give you an apprentice! Right, you are a monk who can help me out of the sea..."

The old man who was waking up this time, the spirit of the spirit has dried up like a dead wood, there is a sign of the exhaustion of the oil, and the consciousness is no longer clear.

The monk said indifferently: "How can you not afford to obey? Even if you see him, things are already here, what can you do?"

The old man looks sad, "How can I let it go? It’s not a matter for me. If I can't let it go, I can't put it down in my life."

The middle-aged monk thought for a moment, "If you can't let it go, take it first."

The old man asked: "How to get it?"

The monk replied: "Go to Dalat."

The old man nodded: "Yes, my grandson is yelling."

The monk shook his head and said: "Your grandson is in Dalat, but your grandson's husband is in Longquan County."

The old man fell into fear, his body receded, and pressed against the wall, shaking his head and shouting: "I don't want to see the text..."

After a while, the old man was furious. "If you want to harm me, kill me. If you want to harm my grandson, I will smash your golden body! It is your family Buddha, I am the same. fist!"

When the words landed, the old man struggled to stand up, and the momentum was fierce and majestic. He was actually the two pure warriors who did not lose the match between Zhuzhudong and Tianzhong.

But it is only the momentum of the bluff.

His face was calm, his head gazing at the iron shovel in his hand, and there was a slight sputum in the water. "The Buddha has a sip of water, 84,000 worms."

The old man frowned: "Vulture, don't fight the old man!"

The monk turned his head and gently lifted the iron shovel. "This is the most interesting place for your grandson. He saw ‘small’ and the poor said he could talk to his husband.”

The old man’s eyes are determined. “The monk is very big, and the old man will never promise you.”

The monk sighed, "The grass without roots."

The monks got up and left.

The old man took the time to sit cross-legged and began to breathe, and the original dead skin, slowly golden glow.

Then he used his fingers to engrave the words "Dalong Longquan County" with his fingers, and his blood was vague. He kept telling himself, "Going here, you must go to this place, you can't just say, don't ask, don't ask", the heart of the lake is stirring, the heart is inscribed .

The old man returned to the temple and fell asleep.

The snow outside the temple is getting stronger, but the coldness is just approaching the temple door, and it will automatically melt.