Lingzi is not too cold today

Chapter 69
There is an ancient temple on the hillside of Obscure Moon Mountain, called Obscure Moon Temple.

There are very few pilgrims coming and going, and the temple has not been repaired for a long time, and it is a little dilapidated.

Not only does it have nothing to do with splendor and magnificence, but it is also a bit shabby.

Ivy climbed up the wall, and there were cracks in some places.

It is said that the Obscure Moon Temple was almost demolished due to historical reasons, but the abbot of the temple at that time was well-known for his good deeds, so the original main body of the building was preserved.

When Gongsun Jin walked in from the path in the forest, he found that it was very quiet, as if isolated from the world.

The monks in the temple are strong, but not bloated. When carrying water, they are fast and fast, and they walk like dragons and tigers, which is a bit like the monks in Shaolin Temple.

In places where incense is often offered, the monks are fat and strong, obviously not here.

There are several vegetable fields in the yard, and the little monk in common clothes is weeding and fertilizing.

When the old monk saw the young student, he smiled kindly and saluted with his palms in front of him.

There are two ancient trees in the temple, with lush branches and leaves extending above the temple, covering half of the sky.

"It is said that the eminent and respected monk in the Obscure Moon Temple passed away while meditating under these two trees."

Zhong Lingzi said, looking at the two tall Sala trees.

"Oh? The Buddha sjmn seems to have passed away under the double sala tree."

Gongsun Jin is not interested in Buddhist culture. His understanding of the Sala double tree began with Kurada Masami's "Legend of the Saint Cloth".

Of course, the name "Saint Seiya" is more familiar.

In the Pluto chapter, Shura, Kamiao, and Saga, who incarnate as underworld warriors, and Shaka, the golden saint warrior of the Virgo Palace, have a decisive battle in the Sala Twin Tree Garden.

Shaka finally died under the Sala double tree.

This plot is based on the Buddha's passing away under the two Shaluo trees.

"Who is sjmn?"

Zhong Lingzi was a little puzzled.

"Um?"

Gongsun Jin was stunned for a moment, and then shocked.

I wonder if there is no such person as sjmn in this world?

So what about Buddhism?
He took out his mobile phone and searched, and then he suddenly realized.

There is no sjmn in this world, but there is also a sjmn-like character.

"Ah, sjmn is an eminent monk from my hometown."

Gongsun Jin had no choice but to start talking nonsense.

"One day when sjmn was 80 years old, he walked into the river to take a bath, and then went ashore and walked to the sala forest."

"He spread grass and leaves between two larger Sala trees, spread the sangha on top, then turned his head to the north and west, rested his head on his right hand, lay on the sangha on the right side, and finally ascended to heaven in nirvana. gone."

Jin Yong's novel "Tian Long Ba Bu" with the highest literary achievement also contains rich Buddhist ideas.

It is mentioned in it that the World Honored One sjmn died between the two Sala trees in the city of Kushina.

"The east, west, north and south of sjmn Buddha passed away. There are two trees on each side. The two trees on each side are one flourishing and the other dying. They are called 'four dry and four prosperous'."

As Gongsun Jin said, the old monk in the temple suddenly became interested and looked over curiously.

"The Eastern Double Tree means 'permanence and impermanence', the Southern Double Tree means 'pleasure and no joy', the Western Double Tree means 'I and No Self', and the Northern Double Tree means 'Pure and No Pure'."

"The lush and prosperous tree means the true nature of nirvana: constant, happy, self, and pure; the withered and withered tree shows the world: impermanent, joyless, selfless, and pure."

"The Tathagata Buddha enters and perishes between these eight realms, which means that he is neither dry nor prosperous, neither false nor empty."

After Gongsun Jin finished speaking, Zhong Lingzi looked half-understood.

The old monk chewed over and over the few passages he had read, and there was a thoughtful look on his brows.

"Little friend, there is a predestined relationship with my Buddha."

"Where is it, I am just a layman."

Gongsun Jin smiled and waved his hands. He is a firm materialist and does not believe in Buddhism.

The students in the class also came to the temple one after another, and many red ribbons hung down from the double sala trees.

If you look closely, you can see that there is a wooden sign wrapped around those ribbons, with some small brush characters written on it.

A monk wrote something on the wooden sign with a brush, and then wrapped it with a red silk scarf.

A classmate asked in the past and learned that it is called a prayer talisman, which is a local custom.

Write your wish on it and hang it on the tree, and the Buddha will bless the donor's wish to come true.

The tall and luxuriant sala trees are covered with votive talismans.

The red ribbons hanging between the leaves should be described as thousands of "red" silk ribbons hanging down.

The bamboo silk is full of the expectations of the pilgrims.

Fated people pray for the Buddha to be promoted and get rich, newlyweds pray for eternal life, and seriously ill patients pray for safety and worry-free.

Gongsun Jin stood under the tree, looking up at the dense sea of ​​red flowers above his head.

"Do you believe in Buddhism?"

Zhong Lingzi asked.

"If you don't believe me, I'm not a poor man."

Gongsun Jin said expressionlessly, looking at the monk selling votive talismans not far away.

Some students in the class went to inquire about the price, and saw the monk put up a WeChat QR code for payment on the side.

"20 yuan each."

As the monk said, he took out the iPhone in his pocket and looked at it, then put his palms upright in front of him, and said reverently: "Amitabha."

Monks also have to eat well. These people say they see through the world of mortals, but they never leave the world of mortals.

The students who came here didn't spare the money, they went up to buy bamboo and silk, asked the monks to write down their wishes for themselves, and then threw them on the double sala tree.

"I want to get rich and lose weight."

"I hope I can successfully go ashore for the postgraduate entrance examination."

"Bless me, Mr. Kao, to go ashore."

"I hope I can find a handsome boyfriend who is 1.8 meters tall."

The monk smiled and handed over the bamboo and silk, and hurriedly thanked him.

"Thank you all benefactors."

Seeing Gongsun Jin and Zhong Lingzi standing there, just watching from the sidelines, indifferent, the monk said with a smile: "Make a wish, sincerity will bring success. The Buddha will bless you."

Zhong Lingzi ignored it, she felt that only an idiot would spend 20 yuan for such a meaningless thing.

20 yuan is enough for her meals for a whole day.

As long as the monk borrows the name of the Buddha, a group of people rush to give money, which is too easy to make money.

"Everything is suffering, only self-surrender."

"What they worship is not Buddha, but their own desires."

Gongsun Jin looked at the red ribbon hanging above his head and said softly.

The monk's face changed, and he looked astonished.

Zhong Lingzi also looked sideways at him, surprised by what he said.

"It's a good sentence that all things are suffering, and the only way is to cross over by oneself. My little friend is indeed a person with great wisdom."

The old monk looked at him in shock.

Gongsun Jin smiled indifferently, that smile was very mysterious and unpredictable.

At dusk, the two left the temple and walked along the way they had come.

The yellow leaves falling all over the sky are swept away by the wind, and the end of the road is gilded.

The fallen leaves under the setting sun are like pieces of gold foil.

The fallen leaves at dusk and autumn are all withered beauty.

But when these two withered beauties blend together, it is extremely bright.

"so beautiful."

Zhong Lingzi stood at the end of the road, looking at the horizon at dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her body, setting off the girl's face like a god.

Her cheeks, which were as white as jade, were rendered into brilliant gold.

The wind swept away the fallen leaves, blew the golden hair between her temples, and lifted the girl's skirt.

When Gongsun Jin went to see her, he felt that she was so bright, like the sun.

Perhaps the setting sun burned his eyes.

"Well, it's beautiful."

Gongsun Jin looked at her, and at the maple leaves in the setting sun.

"If we have a chance in the future, let's come here to see Maple Leaf again."

This sentence was a bit flirtatious, and Gongsun Jin didn't think it was appropriate, but he didn't know what to say to make the language appropriate.

Zhong Lingzi didn't take this sentence to heart.

There is a chance in the future, next time, another day... the promises with prefixes like these are far away.

In the future, it means never, and it cannot be taken seriously.

Even so, Zhong Lingzi's answer was still one word.

"it is good."

Walking and stopping with her, as if something was missing, Gongsun Jin took out an old harmonica from his pocket.

When he woke up in Yuan Bo's room, he saw the brown Suzuki polyphonic harmonica and the suicide note together.

Gongsun Jin put the harmonica to his mouth, the air in his lungs was blown out slowly, and the metal reed began to vibrate.

The adjacent upper and lower pitches of the polyphonic harmonica are the same, but different blowing effects are produced by changing the hole and sucking.

A skilled player can create a variety of effects by changing the pronunciation of the reed and the pressure of the airflow.

The soothing and melodious sound of the piano echoed in the dusk, Zhong Lingzi was a little fascinated by it, and wanted to ask him what the name of the piece was, but was afraid of disturbing him.

Gongsun Jin put down the harmonica, feeling a little unfinished.

"What's this song called?"

Zhong Lingzi finally couldn't help asking.

"Liang Zhu."

"what?"

"Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai are the names of two people, referred to as Liang Zhu."

"It is the story of a pair of fateful mandarin ducks who rebelled against the feudal ethics, and finally turned into butterflies and lived together."

Gongsun Jin explained patiently.

"Why do you say a lot of things that I haven't heard before."

Zhong Lingzi looked puzzled, thinking he was very mysterious.

"This is a story I wrote myself, of course you haven't heard it before."

Gongsun Jin smiled slightly.

"Then can you tell me? The story of Liang Zhu."

"sure."

Gongsun Jin readily agreed and got on his bicycle.

Zhong Lingzi naturally sat in the back row.

The wheels of the bicycle slid across the ground, and along the road paved with maple leaves, the two drove towards the end of the sunset.

The road is long, and Gongsun Jin speaks slowly.

"When a person dies, will he turn into a butterfly?"

"gorgeous."

After listening to Liang Zhu's story, Zhong Lingzi felt a little uneasy.

Butterfly transformation, just entrusts people's good expectations for lovers to get married eventually.

"I'm about to die of starvation now. If I starve to death, I won't be able to turn into a butterfly."

Gongsun Jin stopped in front of a Burger King store near the school.

When Zhong Lingzi came back to his senses, he realized that he had already walked a long way.

"Want something to eat?"

Gongsun Jin turned around and asked.

Zhong Lingzi looked at Burger King's store, but didn't speak.

It's funny to say that she has passed this year, but she hasn't eaten a hamburger yet.

A hamburger costs dozens of yuan, which is enough for her to buy a lot of buns.

"wait for me a bit."

Gongsun Jin got out of the car and went to the store, and walked out after a while carrying a bag of brown-yellow oily paper packaging.

"Today I suddenly feel like eating."

As Gongsun Jin said, she bit the straw and took a sip of Coke, then frowned slightly.

The Coke in the fast food restaurant seems to have been mixed with water, not as good as the canned one.

"Give!"

He took a hamburger out of the bag and handed it over.

"Do I have it too?"

Zhong Lingzi was slightly surprised.

"Well, the meat buns you bought for me that day were delicious."

Gongsun Jin looked into her eyes and said very seriously.

"Thank you."

Zhong Lingzi took the hamburger and sat with him on the bench by the roadside.

Whole wheat bread with cheese and black sesame, toasted very fragrant.

The steak was grilled tenderly with no extra seasoning, the lettuce and tomato looked fresh, and the salad dressing was plentiful.

The rich aroma of wheat and beef lingered at the tip of her nose, and she couldn't help swallowing.

Looking at the hamburger in his hand, Zhong Lingzi always felt that it was very thick, so he opened his mouth wide and tried to bite to the bottom.

Suddenly, she felt that her upper and lower jaws lost feeling, and her face became rigid, as if a small electric current flashed through her.

"what!"

Zhong Lingzi screamed suddenly, unable to bite his mouth together.

There was a trace of pain on her pretty face, and she quickly covered her chin.

"Uuuuu~"

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing this, Gongsun Jin burst into laughter.

"Do not laugh……"

Zhong Lingzi glanced at him angrily, her pretty face flushed, feeling extremely ashamed.

After dislocating his jaw, he couldn't close his mouth and his pronunciation became very strange.

"do not move."

Gongsun Jin held back a smile and came over.

That face was close at hand, Zhong Lingzi could see the texture of his skin, and the slender eyelashes were one by one, very pretty.

When he laughed, there were two very shallow dimples on his face, it's a pity that this person doesn't smile often.

A pair of peach blossom eyes are also good-looking, and they are not like Lin Hui's kind of rotten peach blossoms.

The breath on his body was very refreshing, being so close, Zhong Lingzi blushed a little, and her heart beat quietly quickened.

Gongsun Jin stretched his fingers to both sides of her mouth and touched the skin of her cheeks.

Her skin was as smooth as a peeled egg.

Slowly exerting force with his fingers, he pressed in lightly.

"Done yet?"

"Well, all right."

She covered her cheeks and looked at Hamburg with resentment in her eyes.

"Just take a small bite, don't think about biting it down."

Gongsun Jin withdrew her hand, but her fingertips still seemed to recall the touch of her face.

"Yeah, let me press the burger first."

Zhong Lingzi put her hand on the hamburger and pressed it down, the way she pouted her mouth was very cute.

After pressing the hamburger to an acceptable thickness, Lingzi took a nice bite.

"How about it?"

"Well, it's delicious!"

Zhong Lingzi widened her beautiful eyes and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"nice! You love it."

Gongsun Jin was a little relieved.

He found that Zhong Lingzi was really similar to him, they were both easy to please.

"I'll give you the fried chicken, too. I don't really like the layer of flour fried."

Gongsun Jin handed over the packaging bag, and Zhong Lingzi looked at the honey fried chicken nuggets inside and hesitated.

"Give me this too, isn't it expensive?"

"Don't think about whether it's expensive or not, just say whether you want to eat it or not."

"If you don't eat, I'll feed the dumb senior."

The dumb senior is a big orange cat in the school, and Gongsun Jin has also fed it before.

"Eat, what a pity to feed the cat."

Zhong Lingzi quickly took it, expressing his incomprehension to Gongsun Jin's behavior of wasting food like this.

That cat is so fat, still feed it.

There is also a pastoral dog in the school, which is too thin to look like a dog, but no one feeds it.

Isn't it just ugly?
It's really "the rich wine and meat stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road".

Gongsun Jin ate very little, just watched the girl beside her eat hamburgers and fried chicken beautifully.

The last rays of the setting sun also faded away, and he squinted his eyes with a slight smile on his face.

It's gray and blue in the morning, and I want to go back, but it's not too late.

(End of this chapter)