Sword of Coming

Aquarius Continent always likes to divide north and south with Lake View Academy.

There are many barbarians in the north, and all are enlightened in the south.

The Southerners look down on the Northerners, it is justified. Even the Great Sui Dynasty writers in the north, facing the scholars and scholars of Southern Creek Country, all have to consider themselves a dwarf.Therefore, the family from the south is ashamed to marry into the north.

Near the New Year’s Day, in a noisy market in the south, a barefoot middle-aged monk walked on a beggar, with a square and firm face, walking slowly.

There was a juggler who tried his best to win cheers. The monk saw a small monkey tied to a wooden stake, thin and thin, so his eyes were huge.

The monk squatted down, took out half of a hard dry cake, broke it a bit, placed it in the palm of his hand, and stretched out to the skinny monkey.

It was shocked by the monk’s kind deeds. Lost one’s head out of fear and fled back. The iron chain was stretched instantly, and a rebound, the Little Monkey covered in welts suddenly fell to the ground, curled up and whimpered softly. stand up.

The monk gently put the broken dry cakes near the wooden stakes, broke the remaining half of the dry cakes in half, and scattered them on the ground, then put down the iron bowl again, and then got up and moved back. Sitting cross-legged at a place separated by three to four steps from the stake, began to close his eyes, lips slightly moving, and silently recite the scripture precepts.

Xing also cultivation, sitting also cultivation, ten thousand li 迢迢, has been asceticism.

The hungry and cold Little Monkey was really hungry. After the monk sat down, he looked at him timidly for a long time, and finally plucked up the courage to grab a piece of broken cake, retreated to the place and lowered his head to gnaw it off. Seeing that the monk was indifferent, he became more and more indifferent. I was so courageous, I stole another piece, and repeated this process. I accidentally discovered that there was some clear water in the iron bowl, so I took a sip. In the middle of winter, the clear water in the bowl was a bit warm, which made Little Monkey a little more comfortable and even more afraid of the monk. Now, the big eyes stared at the barefoot and bald guy, as if full of incomprehension.

After the monk finished reading a passage of scripture, he opened his eyes and got up, and Little Monkey took shelter again. The monk just bent over to get the iron bowl back and left.

Little Monkey supported the wooden stakes, looked at the monk’s back, and quickly disappeared into the crowded crowd.

It unprecedented with a lightly full hiccup, reached out and scratched its skinny cheeks, and blinked its big eyes.

The bare-footed monk walked in the vast crowd with his head down. He was hit by a passer-by and never raised his head. Instead, the right hand saluted on his chest, and then moved on after being slightly nodded.

There is a crazy old man at the market, with knotted eyebrows, sloppy and rags, as long as he meets a child, regardless of whether the children’s elders are rich or poor, they have to come and ask the same question. The 100 surname is not strange to this, most of them lead the child to speed up the pace and leave, some will laugh and curse, some have a bad temper, and some of the strong man will push the old lunatic a few times, from beginning to end. , Old lunatic just repeat the weird question.

“Has your child named?”

A group of young wanderers who knew the old man completely blocked the old man. Some of them asked with a smirk: “I have a child in my family who hasn’t named him yet, what do you want?”

The old man suddenly smiled, and danced with joy, and said: “I’ll take it, I’ll make a name, this time I will choose a good name…”

“Take your uncle!” The old man was kicked on the abdomen by the youngster, and fell back on the ground. The old man rolled on the ground holding his belly.

A dervish squatted down and helped the old man to get up. The group of strays laughed and left.

After being lifted up, the old man stretched out his hand to grab the monk’s arm, and asked the monk the extremely disrespectful question, “Has your child named you?”

The middle-aged monk looked at the demented old man, shook his head, and helped the old man pat the dust off before moving on.

The old man was still asking for hardship in the market, and he was greeted with countless eyes and abuse.

As the sun sets, monks beg for food. After 7 households, they will not beg for alms. There is very little food in the iron bowl. It is hard to get enough food and clothing.

The monk enters the city from the north and exits the city from the south. The pedestrians on the road are like weaving. The monk bows his head and walks. If he encounters a small insect, he picks it up and puts it in no one beside the road.

Finally, I saw an ancient temple that had been abandoned for a long time, and the monk walked in slowly while saluting with one hand outside the door.

In the corridor under the eaves outside the great hall, after eating the food in the bowl, the monk began to sit cross-legged and continued cultivation.

In the twilight, the old lunatic staggered back, without looking at the monks, went straight to the great hall, fell on a pile of thatch, rolled up a piece of shattered thin bedding, and tried to cover his hands and feet, hu hu fell asleep.

Nothing in the night.

The old fogey, who likes to give people names, only woke up at noon. After waking up, he left the ruined temple and gathered people in the city. The old man turned a blind eye to the middle-aged monk. It’s not that no one guesses at first, whether old lunatic is a strange man with weird temperament. Later, I found out that simply is an old trash. If you can’t fight back, you can’t repay your mouth. Moreover, if you fight back, you will cry and bleed if you fight hard. In the end, only some loitering wanderers were willing to make old people amused.

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

In the next half year, day after day, the monks stayed here temporarily, occasionally going to the city with the old man to beg for alms, and occasionally going out of the city with the old man and returning to his residence. The two people have not communicated with each other verbally, and even their eyes rarely meet each other. Every time the old lunatic sees the monk, he looks blank and can’t remember anything.

The night was heavy rain and thunder.

During strong wind and swift rain, it is estimated that even the shouts close at hand cannot be heard.

The old man shrinking on the thatched hut shivered with fright every time the sound of thunder sounded. The old man in deep sleep thought of something sad or had a nightmare. He clenched his fists and tensed his body. : “It’s grandfather who didn’t choose the name well, it’s grandfather that hurt you, it’s grandfather that hurt you.”

That dry and old face had no tears to shed, but it turned out to be very heart-piercing.

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

But when the old man fell into a deep sleep, the monk bent his fingers and tapped lightly.

Dong!

Such as the sound of wooden fish resounding through the ancient temple.

Like spring thunder sounded under the corridor.

The old man shivered and sat up suddenly. After looking around all around, he was at a loss, then relieved, and finally miserable. He stood up and walked out of the great hall. The short, ragged old man walked in an imposing manner as fierce as the following Mountain Tiger, newly arrived dragon.It’s just that although the imposing manner is amazing, the old man’s physique is still extremely weak.

The tiger does not fall apart.

The old man walked out of the temple and looked up. He was speechless for a long time, and in the end only a sense of sorrow was left.

The monk whispered: “Affection is suffering.”

The old man didn’t even look at the monk, and said with a smile: “What is suffering! I am happy! When the immortal is unfeeling, how can you be free? Growing old with unfailing eyes and ears, one by one aloof and remote, I only remember the immortals, forget the people…haha, the surname of the old 100 will be struck by lightning if you forget your roots. Divine Immortal is true Divine Immortal, ridiculous and ridiculous…”

The middle-aged monk said again: “All beings are suffering.”

The old man was silent, sitting cross-legged, clenched fists on his knees, and laughed at himself: “It seems like a world away.”

At dawn, the old man who didn’t know when he fell asleep suddenly woke up, his eyes were cloudy again, and he continued his muddleheaded day.

In this way, more than a month, on a mid-autumn full moon night, the old man finally regained consciousness, but this time the Spirit, Soul and Qi of the whole person has fallen far behind the previous one, dying old.

He sat on the corridor under the eaves with the monk and looked at the bright moon. The old man said to himself, “My grandson is very smart. I am the smartest reading seed in the world. It’s a pity that I have the surname Cui. It’s even more unfortunate for me to be such a grandfather, I shouldn’t be like this, I shouldn’t be like this…”

The middle-aged monk was silent.

Aquarius Continent Cui Clan once said: There are temples but no monks, the wind sweeps the floor, and there is incense but no fire.

After the winter, there was heavy snowfall. The old man slept in the temple, fighting with his teeth, complexion ashen, as if he was about to survive this cold winter, the monk walked in and handed the old man a warm dry cake. After the old man took it, he suddenly lost it On the ground, his eyes regained a little clarity, and then looked at the monk who picked up the dry bread again, and stretched out his hand to pass the dry bread again. The old man shook his head and said, “I only want to see grandson while I’m alive. Can’t stop! I want to say sorry to him, it’s grandfather. I’m sorry for him… I can’t be crazy, I want to be sober, monk save me!

The old man clenched the monk’s arm tightly, “Monk, as long as you let me see grandson soberly, it doesn’t matter if I serve you as a cow or a horse… I will kowtow to you, and I will give you a discipline! Yes, you monk possesses great magical power, you can definitely help me out of Sea of ​​Bitterness…”

The old man who woke up at this time, Spirit, Soul and Qi, has withered like rotten wood, showing signs of exhaustion, and the consciousness is no longer clear.

The monk said indifferently: “You can’t let go of your obsession? Even if you see him, the matter is over, what can you do?”

The old man expressed grief, “How can I let it go? It’s not my business alone. I can’t let it go. I can’t let it go in this life.”

The middle-aged monk thought for a while, “Since you can’t let it go, then pick it up first.”

The old man asked foolishly: “How to get it?”

The monk replied: “Go to Great Li Dynasty.”

The old man nodded said: “Yes, my grandson is in the Great Li Dynasty.”

The monk shook his head and said, “Your grandson is in Great Sui Dynasty, but your grandson’s Mister is in Great Li Dynasty Dragon Spring County.”

The old man fell into a panic, retreated back, pressed his head against the wall, and said, “I don’t want to see Literary Saint…”

After a while, the old man suddenly furious, “If you want to hurt me, kill me. If you want to hurt my grandson, I will beat your golden body with one punch! It is your Buddha who came, and I punched me like that. !”

The words fell, the old man struggled to stand up, imposing manner of strength and majesty, he did not lose to the two pure Martial Artists who played against in Black Pearl Paradise.

But there is only a little imposing manner left.

The monk’s face was calm, and he looked down at the iron bowl in his hand. There was water in the bowl, “Buddha views a bowl of water, eighty four thousand insects.”

The old man frowns saying: “Bald donkey, don’t fight against the old man!”

The monk turned his head and lifted the iron bowl lightly. “This is the most interesting part of your grandson. He saw the’little’. This poor monk thought he could talk to his Mister.”

The old man’s eyes were firm, “Monk, you have a big plan, and the old man will never promise you.”

The monk sighed, “Rootless grass.”

The monk just got up and left.

The old man seized the time to sit cross-legged and started the Breathing Technique, his skin was originally dead, slowly shining with golden light.

Then he engraved the 5 words “Great Li Dynasty Dragon Spring County” on the palm of his hand with his fingers, blood and blood, and kept telling himself, “Where to go, you must go to this place, just don’t say, don’t ask, don’t do”, the heart is stirred. Engrave your heart.

The old man returned to the temple and fell asleep.

The heavy snow outside the temple is getting fiercer, but the cold air just approaches the gate of the temple and it automatically melts away.