Bodhi edge? Deeply in love for a thousand years.

Bodhi flowers bloom for thousands of years, only for a lifetime.

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In western Buddhism, there is an ancient bodhi tree, with interlaced branches and leaves, which sleeps in the night.

Buddha comes to meditate under the tree every day and talks with people about the scriptures. Perhaps it was blessed by the Buddha's light and bathed in Buddhism. Over time, this ancient bodhi tree was enlightened. I am the bodhi flower on the bodhi tree and the most spiritual part of this bodhi tree. I've been practicing for years.

Buddha often takes different people to the tree to realize enlightenment. Buddhists are merciful and don't like many sufferings in this world of mortals. So they survived their whole lives, transcending greed, delusion, hatred, love and evil desires, and finally reached the realm of transformation. Buddha said, "There are many troubles in the world of mortals, and it is difficult for people to cross. Samsara is bitter and illusory. Putting it down is becoming a Buddha. "

Listening to the Buddha's lecture every day is deeply felt. There are many troubles in the world of mortals, which is the experience of my years of practice. So, look coldly at the dust and sand for thousands of years and practice my Buddhism.

On this day, I saw a man brought by the Buddha. This man seems to be different from others, with less fireworks and more elegant dust. I can't help but look at it more.

He stood under the bodhi tree, slender and tall, white is better than snow, but he turned his back on me and couldn't see his face clearly.

I have been watching the world of mortals for many years. This time, I actually have expectations. I'm looking forward to seeing that man like a fallen fairy. This expectation makes people happy.

The Buddha is facing me, his eyebrows are gentle, but I feel that he looks at me as if there is nothing.

The Buddha should have looked at the man and said, "Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage. There is nothing, so there is no dust. The string has stopped. Can you understand this? "

The man turned his back on me, leaned slightly, and replied respectfully, "Don't be silly, you don't know what the venerable man means."

The Buddha smiled and said, "It's all right, you have a deep relationship with Buddha. Practice more and you will realize something in the future. "

I saw the man shake his head slowly and heard his deep and warm voice, "Thank you for your kindness. But it is only one person in the world of mortals who really has no intention to participate in meditation. I am afraid I will be disappointed. "

The Buddha was silent for a long time, saying, "There are many disturbances in the world of mortals, and everything is difficult. You, why bother? "

"Just look at one person."

I was shocked to hear that. Before the Buddha, I am afraid that only this person is so bold. However, he aroused my curiosity. What kind of person is this?

The Buddha made a prayer and sighed, "When the clouds pass, everything is empty. Silly children suffer from the world of mortals, that's all. "

Say that finish, regardless of the white man, drifted away.

The man didn't leave, just lingered under the bodhi tree, waiting to see.

I watched him closely, expecting him to turn around and catch a glimpse of his true face.

The wind blows ink and flies, and the clothes are fluttering, which is absolutely picturesque.

I stared at the scene and the people in it.

Maybe he saw something. In an instant, he looked back at me with a bright smile and picturesque eyebrows.

The lake shone on his clothes as white as snow, and for whom did I miss red beans at that moment?

02

A thousand years later, Bodhi blossomed, and I cultivated myself into an adult.

The red dress is pretty, exquisite and slender, with fair skin and strong gas field.

The Buddha stood before my eyes and smiled: "Bodhi has washed away the dream of attracting China, and everything in the world is empty. You have karma, cultivate one's morality and become an adult, so you are given the name "Dream Empty". From now on, you practice with me, and one day you will become a Buddhist. "

I put my hands together and knelt down and said, "Thank you."

For thousands of years, I have been practicing hard, partly because I want to see that person as soon as possible. Looking back on him a thousand years ago, he has become my eyes for thousands of years and I deeply remember him.

The man's name is Xiancha.

Once I am an adult, I can't wait to find the strings. I just want to see him once, even for a look.

The Buddha advised him to become a Buddha, but the world of mortals could not be broken. The Buddha was fine, but he did not let him go. For thousands of years, the string has been with the Buddha. The Buddha said, "You have a deep Buddhist affinity. When you want to practice here for a while, I will let you go. "

Xiancha is not unwilling, but it has stayed, and it has been a thousand years.

I am happy about this. For thousands of years, under the bodhi tree, I finally saw a few strings.

When I found the string, the man stood by the lotus pond with positive and negative hands, white as a fairy, and his back was clear, which really seemed to fly away without knowing when.

Standing behind him, I whispered cautiously, "Stop the string!"

Hearing this, the man turned around, his eyes as bright as water, accumulating all kinds of brilliance.

The moment you saw me, those watery eyes were full of brilliance, but they disappeared in an instant, stained with some doubts. I think that glory must be his own ecstasy. He hasn't seen me in human form. How can he recognize me?

Sure enough, Killer no longer wondered, "Girl, who are you?"

"My name is Meng Kong, which was named by my father." I am eager to export.

Say that finish, I feel wrong, how did he know who dream empty is? I secretly regret it, and I get confused when I am nervous.

"The dream is empty? A grandmaster? " String check continues to doubt.

I'm anxious to stamp my feet. I didn't know where to explain it at the moment, but I finally made up my mind and pulled my hand forward.

Xiancha naturally didn't want to be pulled by me, frowning: "Girl, you ..."

I smiled back. "Don't worry, you will understand later." The string stopped and stopped, so I walked hand in hand.

I came to stand under the bodhi tree, let go of the hand that stopped the string, and secretly wiped the sweat on my skirt.

After a while, I pointed to the bodhi tree and said, "I planted bodhi flowers on the bodhi tree and practiced for thousands of years, becoming a human body." Now follow Buddha's enlightenment. I met you thousands of years ago, and I don't know you. " I paused and looked carefully at the exit: "Do you remember me?"

Silence, no answer. I'm a little lost in my heart.

For a long time, the string suddenly began to chant, "where do you like the fragrance best?" Flowers fall deep into bodhi, follow the fate, and flowers fall. "

Although I am a human being, my understanding is still relatively shallow and I can't understand the meaning of his words. I only looked down and murmured the word "Suiyuan", then looked up, but I couldn't see the string.

Not far away, the man's back gracefully disappeared into the twilight.

03

String has been in Buddhism for more than a thousand years. I knew it would leave sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly and suddenly.

I'm not ready for his departure.

On that day, the Buddha called Xian Zhi and asked him, "Can you see through it after more than a thousand years?"

Chord stop: "No."

The Buddha sighed "idiot" again and asked, "So, what are you willing to do in the world of mortals?"

"I hope so."

The Buddha waved his sleeve and said, "That's enough. Go ahead. "

The strings stopped bending downward and bid farewell to the Buddha.

I hid behind a big stone, a little at a loss. I didn't expect to leave so casually, and I didn't know him.

Xiancha turned to leave, and before he left, he seemed to look in my direction. He left before I could go out to say goodbye.

His heart was full of sadness, and he just left? I always feel that my fate with him should be more than that.

Bodhi Millennium, the world of mortals, that's it?

After he left, I was a little confused. I follow the Buddha to understand Buddhism. Compared with before, I can't calm down, so I cannot improve.

One day, the Buddha sat under the bodhi tree with his eyes closed and chanting. When he finished reciting, I couldn't help asking, "Why did the grandmaster leave the strings?" Why let him go after leaving him for thousands of years? "

The Buddha sat in meditation, without opening his eyes, and said, "Everything has a destiny. The fate of Buddhism is not up to you or me. He has a wise root, but he is too obsessed. Silly children are silly and love to rob you. Why bother yourself? "

After that, the Buddha suddenly opened his eyes and looked at me. I just felt that the meaning of that glance was infinite, and my mind flashed by. I want to get to the bottom of it, but I can't find it anywhere.

Aside from my thoughts, I asked the Buddha for advice: "People often say that Buddhism is empty and it is difficult to see its true purpose. What do a generation of grandmasters think? "

The Buddha smiled: "This is neither right nor wrong. In our province, the red dust is as deep as the sea and it is difficult to cross. "

"The world of mortals is as deep as the sea, and it is difficult to cross it in a lifetime?" I whispered.

The Buddha stood up, walked out from under the bodhi tree and asked, "Do you understand?"

"No." I answered truthfully.

The Buddha nodded, "So, you go to the world of mortals. When Du Jie is full, return to Buddhism. "

I nodded and hung my eyebrows, and folded my hands: "I will obey the orders of my grandmaster."

Du Jie is true, but I am thinking more about the upcoming road of the world of mortals, but I am rolling around in the world of mortals and meeting the Sri Lankan again.

There is joy in the heart, the strings stop, and the dust does not stop.

This robbery, do not cross it; It doesn't matter if this Buddha doesn't work.

Buddha, disciple is guilty, and I am afraid I will fail.

Naturally don't want to make it clear. When I came to my senses, I looked up and saw the Buddha smiling piteously and waving his sleeves: "Go."

Seeing himself fall into the world of mortals, the back of the Buddha drifted away in the breeze. At that moment of confusion, I vaguely heard the ethereal voice of Buddha.

"Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror does not stand. There is nothing, so there is no dust. "

Xianzhi, I'm coming for you.

04

After falling into the world of mortals, I am no longer an empty dream, forgetting the Millennium practice and being willing to be mortal.

The mortal world is really different from Buddhism. Flowers are red, willows are green and the world of mortals is prosperous.

I walked in the secular street, looking at the bustling crowd around me, and unconsciously secretly laughed.

The string stops. Is this the world of mortals you long for? You are here now, aren't you?

Buddha said that there is always trouble in the world of mortals, but I fell in love at first sight. What a smoky place, noisy and angry.

The most important thing is that there is that person here.

The Buddha in Du Jie said that in this world of mortals, it is even more distant for me.

Bodhi Millennium, I want to meet the most beautiful love in this world of mortals.

But in this world of mortals, big or small, where can I find him?

Over the mountains and rivers, across the sea and desert, encountering strong winds and waves, reaching the tiger and beast, constantly moving forward, tirelessly searching, wandering in the world of mortals.

Looking for the mark of a thousand years, that man has already been portrayed as the most gorgeous cinnabar in his heart.

This is my fifth year wandering in Chen Fan, and I came to a small town in the south. Speaking of it, the world of mortals has been used to life here for several years. They have some hobbies. Like drinking.

Travelers at the ends of the earth will occasionally prepare a thin glass of wine, which is full of fragrance and intoxicating. When I was drunk, I saw the figure fluttering in white, just like a fairy, and my heart was full of joy.

Pavilion length, a little thought. Flowers bloom and fall, looking back at another spring, see Ruan Lang.

In the morning, the dew is still wet and the sun falls on the pavilion. I am sleeping here, and there is a pot of sake beside me, but it is empty.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of hooves behind me. I woke up and suddenly turned around. This is an unexpected joy.

At this time, the person sought by the world of mortals appeared in the field of vision.

String is still dressed in white, leading a horse to my residence, sleeves fluttering in the morning breeze, like a fairy.

I held back the surprise that I had nowhere to put in my heart, waiting for him to approach.

He stopped a few feet away from me. At first he didn't speak, but his eyes were just right and he wasn't rude.

I tried to stay calm, and it was self-evident. The person who entered the world of mortals forgot the past, so he should not know me. But it doesn't matter, I have time to get to know it.

After a while, he said with a warm smile, "It's nice to be quiet here. However, the girl is alone, where is she going? "

"Just a wanderer in the world of mortals, why ask where to go?" With a sigh, I pretended to be sad.

"I took the liberty of poking the girl's wound." He bowed and apologized, and when he saw my silence, he seemed really sad about it, and he confessed again.

"But it is also fate with the girl. It is this world of mortals that fell to the ground, Miss Lu Yu." At this point, he paused, his brow wrinkled invisibly, and his eyes flashed, which seemed difficult to say. "It is better to ... than ..."

"Let me travel around the world with you!" I said what I didn't finish first, and my eyes were full of expectations.

Seeing that he seemed to be stuck, he didn't answer. I added in a low voice, "In any case, neither of us is happy-until the end of time." This sentence is probably heard by that person. At first he was dumbfounded, but later he reacted. He smiled: "Nothing!"

"Ok, where are you going now?" I asked.

He mounted his horse and stretched out a white and slender hand to me. I held out my hand without hesitation. He pulled and I sat behind him.

"Just follow me."

"hmm."

A few years later, in the suburbs, there was a small building with a deep bamboo shadow.

I sat by the window, holding my chin in my hands, looking at the warm sun and the slightly shaking breeze outside, so quiet.

"Girl, what are you looking at?" Xiancha came from behind and took my hand and asked.

"Son," I turned and smiled at the man, "it's not a son anyway."

The string stopped and shook his head. "Hey, it's all infatuation, and it's all given to running water. It's sad!"

Making fun of him, my heart is full of happiness. It is enough to know him again, understand him, fall in love with him and accompany him.

Nevertheless, he no longer called Xiancha; Even if my dream is not empty. This love of the world of mortals is finally complete.

05

The world of mortals is troubled, and life is bitter. I finally understand something.

What I thought was perfect was just my wishful thinking with him. Fate is ruthless and refuses to forgive.

The string stops getting sick, not any disease. I took him to see a lot of doctors, and finally the medical stone was useless.

"Don't worry, I'm not wasting my time in this world of mortals." Xianzhi is lying in bed, pale and weak, which makes people feel distressed.

I held back the tears that were about to overflow my eyes and held his hand. I don't know whether to comfort him or myself. "It will be fine, everything will be fine!" "

Xian stopped laughing, stretched out a hand and touched my face slowly, saying, "If I can't be with you anymore, I will take good care of myself."

"No, you'll be fine, you'll be fine!" Tears can no longer be suppressed, just like the flood that burst its banks, which is out of control.

I was so sad that I stared at this weak man. The love of my life is over?

No, no, I don't want to do this. I want his life and our time back.

Bodhi waited for a thousand years, just for the most beautiful love in this world of mortals.

Unwilling, unwilling!

With this in mind, I have made up my mind. I looked at the western sky and left.

Bodhi is still graceful. Under the tree, the Buddha smiled at the flowers and quietly looked at me and the string. Those eyes are calm and far away, like a pool of deep water, but they seem to know everything.

I knelt on my knees, looked at the Buddha and pleaded, "Master, my disciples are guilty and have a shallow understanding. I think it is a rare Buddhism, so my disciples are willing to give up practicing for thousands of years. " Just ... just ... "I forgot to put my eyes by my side, and now I'm in a coma." I just want the grandmaster to save his life and complete our world of mortals. "

The Buddha closed his eyes, his voice was compassionate, and there was a profound silence that saw through everything.

"The world of mortals, life is difficult to cross. This time, you should wake you up, but you are stuck in it. Why bother? "

"Disciple is willing, please save me." I knelt on my forehead and kowtowed deeply.

The Buddha's eyes were still closed and he didn't answer. I also keep my posture.

For a long time, he said, "Look up."

When I heard this, I looked up and met the string on the side where the Buddha was staring. My eyes are deep and contain things that I can't see clearly.

"alas, alas!" He shook his head.

When he finished, he only felt a piece of cloth with bright sleeves brushed, and the wind tightened in his ear. Someone was moving and flowing in front of him. When it was all over, I looked over my head again, and I couldn't help being happy. The strings are awake.

"Disciple, thank you, Master." Provoke again.

In front of the Buddha, that string stood quietly. I, walk on by, suppressed my emotions and whispered, "Do you remember when that string stopped?" I am a dream. "

String check not language, at the moment, his brow wrinkled gently, seems a little unhappy. I saw his eyes full of confusion.

Just now, the joy of floating like a cloud, because of such an accident, suddenly fell to the bottom. A moment of sadness came from this, and he just forgot me again?

It turns out that the most painful thing in the world of mortals is that I met you across Qian Shan and forged the most beautiful love in this world of mortals, but you turned around and never remembered who I was.

06

The Buddha looked at me and said, "Look, the world of mortals has passed. He has forgotten, what are you still clinging to? "

Although I was sad in my heart, I firmly replied: "Efforts are not for becoming a Buddha, but for Bodhi to become a Buddha as soon as possible. In this way, it is my wish. "

Buddha smiled, so far away.

"The fate has dispersed, and the obsession is also embarrassing."

I am silent. Xian is still standing beside the Buddha, but she is always silent and her eyes are pure and innocent.

Suddenly, the Buddha waved his sleeve again, but the figure of the man disappeared. I held out my hand and grabbed it forward in a panic, but it was empty.

In this world of mortals, I failed to hold those hands after all.

The Buddha prayed and then walked away. His back is holy and noble, just like the most beautiful lotus in the pool.

"The world of mortals into the heart, back into the wedding. Just, maybe, you should understand. "

People are far away, but the voice that knows everything is still in my ear.

What is enlightenment? Realizing that this world of mortals is miserable, is it difficult to continue to love?

I started my spiritual career again, and the string only disappeared from my life and disappeared. I think it's the reincarnation of the world of mortals again.

People are far away, but the love thread wrapped in the bottom of my heart is still chaotic, especially a taste in my heart, even if it is constantly cut off.

Practice, practice and love have all been abandoned. Water under the bridge, how can this heart be restored to Buddha?

Copy the scriptures in the morning and listen to the sound of wooden fish; Lying in the lotus at night, complaining about acacia. This life is so long, so long that I can never get close to your heaven.

Under the bodhi tree, I stood where the strings stopped, thinking about the moment when I looked back a thousand years ago. Who was amazing and who became a glimpse in ten thousand years?

In a moment of delusion, the Buddha came in the wind on a lotus flower.

I bowed respectfully. "Grandmaster." Then, continue to look at the old bodhi tree.

Buddha knows my mind. For many days, he never forced me to break that infatuation. I just come to meditate and chant under the tree from time to time, but I wander in my mind, thinking of my thousand-year-old friends.

"The dream is empty. Can this situation be broken?" The Buddha stood in front of me with his back to me and asked questions.

"In my life, constantly!" I said it almost without hesitation, so powerful, but I couldn't hide the loneliness and desolation in my words.

"Then," the Buddha sighed lightly, "Dream Empty, I'll tell you a story."

Although I was not very interested, I answered "Yes".

"Two thousand years ago, I went to heaven to attend the ten thousand-year birthday party of the Emperor of Heaven. At the first sight, I took a fancy to the youngest son favored by the Emperor of Heaven, saying that he had a deep Buddhist affinity and was very wise. The Emperor of Heaven is overjoyed, and my youngest son is allowed to follow me to Buddhism to realize a thing or two. "

This has something to do with Buddha? I always feel a little familiar, so I cheer up and continue listening.

"After the arrival of the youngest son of the Emperor of Heaven, he is young and playful after all. In this way, he met me, a young apprentice who had just grown up, and played with her for a long time, and they fell in love. "

At this point, the Buddha turned and looked at the bodhi tree with compassionate eyes.

A meal in my heart is another lingering love-hate relationship? A familiar and strange feeling came to my mind, as if something had happened that I didn't know. Reach out a hand and gently touch the branches of the old tree, afraid to think about it.

The Buddha didn't say any more, as if waiting for my response.

For a long time, I always spoke according to my trembling mood. "Grandmaster, what happened to your little disciple ...? "

The Buddha knew clearly, and his voice was neither sad nor happy: "It is the bodhi flower on this ancient bodhi tree."

"Bodhi flower, Bodhi flower," I muttered, "how can you be a Bodhi flower?" It's like my brain exploded, which makes me dizzy and messy.

The Buddha went on to say, "It's just that my disciples are Buddhists after all. How can I fall in love with others? How stubborn? Her behavior has violated my Buddhist precepts. After consultation with all Buddhist elders, she was sent to the tenth reincarnation and suffered from the gathering and dispersion of the world of mortals. Every life ended in sorrow, and it was not until the tenth life was complete that she returned to the Buddhist world to practice. "

"That ..." I know, how can you enter reincarnation? If so, who is standing here now? So, I just want to understand the end of this fate.

"The youngest son of the Emperor of Heaven refused and begged," the Buddha seemed to remember the love that spanned thousands of years, and said piteously, "Finally, my disciple escaped punishment, drank the water from Sanshengshi and went back to Bodhi practice."

Tears can't stop falling from my eyes, my mind is hazy, and the picture flashes by, fleeting and can't be caught.

When I spoke again, my voice was hoarse: "What happened later? How about the youngest son of the Emperor of Heaven? "

"When I learned about it, I was very angry, so I had to punish him. My advice has always been this love robbery. From me, I want to pass. " The Buddha sighed: "I want to cross over with him, but he is infatuated." No, I will keep him around for a thousand years. I want to influence him slowly through this thousand years, and maybe I will have an epiphany. "

"It's a pity that he is obsessed with love and doesn't practice Buddhism. After a thousand years, I let him go, and he was willing to enter the world of mortals and lost his concern. "

After that, the Buddha closed his eyes and folded his hands, and the story came to an end.

At this moment, my heart is turning over the river and throwing out the last question: "grandmaster, what is the name of the youngest son of the Emperor of Heaven?"

Buddha said, "The name string stops."

07

String stop, string stop, it's him.

This world of mortals love, originally we have been persistent, but we missed it after all. I am very sad, trying to catch the flash in my mind, but I can't remember it.

Stubborn, I wanted to remember that past, so I turned my prayer eyes to the Buddha, who smiled with an epiphany.

He put a spell on me, stopped talking and walked away with his foot on the lotus.

In an instant, the sealed past, like the flood that opened the floodgate, swept in with lightning speed, and it was too late to react, so I indulged in it.

"Dream empty, what did the Buddha teach you today? Tell me about it! "

"No, you don't understand anyway."

"……"

"Stop, go, the lotus in the lotus pond is in bloom, accompany me to see the lotus!"

"Well, let me think! Oh, my leg hurts. You dragged me away. "

"……"

"Dream empty, I tell you, my home is very beautiful, I will take you to my home to play another day."

"good!"

"Sorry, forget me."

"Then will you forget me?"

"no!"

"Then why should you let me forget you?"

…………

The past is like smoke, shattered in the wind. However, some people are stubborn, pick up the fallen fragments bit by bit, trace back to those past times and times, and spare no effort to pursue them from generation to generation.

Looking back, Bodhi remains the same, but has changed a lot. In my heart, this world of mortals is not over yet.

I implore the Buddha again, this time with great determination and desperate faith.

The Buddha stood by the lotus pond, quietly watching me coming towards him. In those eyes, there is a clear look and compassion that understands everything.

"There you are." The Buddha smiled and spoke.

I walked up to him and bowed deeply. "Yes, grandmaster."

"I can think about it."

"Let me think, I don't want to become a Buddha, but it's all for the world." Looking up, the firmness in the eyes is hitting the smile on the Buddha's face.

The Buddha held up a lotus flower and put it in his heart, laughing even harder: "In that case, I have no more disciples like you, and there is no more dream in the world of Buddhism." Go ahead. "

I kowtowed and my voice choked. "thank you, grandmaster ... take care."

The Buddha didn't answer, like a cloud on the horizon, dissipated in front of my eyes, and everything remained the same, just full of lotus flowers.

Fireworks on earth, marriage continues.

Bodhi trees have no trees, and the mirror platform is not a platform. There is nothing, so there is no dust. Stop, I'll cover your face again.

From now on, from now on, from fate to fate, you will be the most gorgeous cinnabar in my heart, blended with bone and blood and embedded in my soul.

Stop, it's my turn to protect you and start that unfinished love again.

I, from mountains and rivers; Where will you wait?

Blue chikurinji, near the distant bell in the middle of the night.

I rode back. I heard that there lived a lay disciple here.

Anxiously put down the reins, dismount, step and stride. I saw the man at a glance.

He has changed into white clothes like snow and a blue suit, which is decent and warm. However, that picturesque handsome face is still so confusing, just like looking back at that moment a thousand years ago. However, how much brilliance has disappeared between the eyebrows and eyes, and the still water is deeper.

My heart is full of joy. It was him, and I smiled happily.

"Who is the benefactor looking for?" The string stops at the steps, just like asking all the travelers here in Lu Yu.

You! I answered firmly.

"Me?"

"Yes, I'm looking for you."

Rao is now, with doubts in his eyes and some casual expectations.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Of course, you are the string stop."

"Chords stop, chords stop," he murmured. "So my name is Chord Stop!"

I know in my heart, don't worry, I have lost my memory this time, I will get it back, and I will never leave again.

"How can you be a lay disciple here?"

"Waiting for someone."

"Wait for who?"

"Wait for the right person."

Hearing this, I smiled, and then recited in a clear voice what he had said to me in those years: "where is the favorite fragrance?" The bodhi in the courtyard is deep, with the fate, and the flowers fall. "

He was stunned and said, "Follow fate, follow fate ..."

Suddenly, everything came true. Xian stopped looking at me and said, "The dream is empty, it's you!" " "

I fell into the world of mortals and never let go, just for you. From then on, I will never forget it.