Eight years ago today, I embarked on xuanzang's western heavenly path and began the process of feeling and awakening...
When my friends learned that I was walking on the road to learn the scriptures, they sent messages one after another: feel with your heart, experience with your heart...
In fact, I didn't pay much attention, because the mountains and rivers were difficult to take the road, and I could only watch out for demons and ghosts, while walking with my feet step by step...
A female Daoist friend who was traveling with me always wrapped her head tightly with a scarf, and under my repeated questioning, she explained the reason: I am afraid that you will laugh at me, because there is a large black mole on the shoulder on the back of my neck...
Sure enough, there are moles that are not in the high age! We laughed and laughed...
At this time, an old man who looked like a monster suddenly appeared: I came from the distant Zhu Jubo, and I just heard you say who has a big black mole?
The female Daoist friend had to uncover the scarf, and this Daoist person took a look at it and folded his hands: It turns out that you are the legendary idiot who does not drink Meng Po soup...
After explanation, we suddenly realized, Daigo empowerment...
After death, people must walk along the Huangquan Road to NaiHe Bridge, and Meng Po, who is waiting again, will hand over a bowl of soup, lukewarm and lukewarm, as long as you drink it in one breath, all the graces and grievances in this life, unforgettable, you will forget all at once, walk across the Naihe Bridge...
And there are a very few people, although they have already walked through the Huangquan Road, but no matter how Much Meng Po persuades, they are not willing to drink this bowl of soulless soup: the love of my life is not yet there, I don't want to drink your soup...
At this time, Meng Po would say: That's fine, but those who refuse to drink my soup can't cross the bridge, they can only jump off this river, and after a thousand years of deep and fiery boiling, they can reach the other shore and reincarnate...
In order to facilitate memory, Meng Po will make the next black mole mark on the back shoulder of the neck of the person who has not drunk the forgotten soul soup...
"People who don't drink Meng Po soup are all infatuated people, who would rather boil in the hell of water and fire for a thousand years, but also remember the unfinished love of the past life, you are this person!" The old man who looked like a monster was amazed and left...
I looked at my friends, and they couldn't close their mouths in surprise, but I lowered my head: How come I don't have a black mole? It turned out that I was the one who drank Meng Po soup...
When the light flowed backwards to the Shule Kingdom, a girl named Apple suddenly took my hand: You have finally come to me along the Path of tang monks, do you know? I've been waiting for you for 127 years...
I didn't ask the apple girl named Alimihan, "Do you have a big black mole on the back of your neck?" ”
Because, all the realizations on the way to the scriptures, that is, the world I live in, everything is predestined...
On the day I embarked on the road to learn the scriptures, for the first time in my life, as a reporter for a party newspaper, I began to publish news in newspapers and periodicals...
Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon shuttle. Five years have passed, and with another wave of the hand, eight years...
Perhaps, the way to learn the scriptures is the storm of my life, and the destined encounter is that beautiful rainbow...
Eight years ago today, I left my first footprint on the way to learn the scriptures, and eight years later, I embraced the beautiful rainbow...
No wonder, some people ask me: Are you a Tang monk or a Sun Wukong now?
I said: I am neither a Tang monk, nor Sun Wukong, nor a sand monk, I am just a pig who can't do anything, and the eight precepts of the pig who are the first to eat...
You carry the burden, I lead the horse, ushering in the sunrise and sending away the sunset. Smoothing the bumps into the avenue, fighting against the hardships and setting off, and setting off again... Whew... Whew... A series of spring, autumn, winter and summer, a series of sour, sweet and bitter, dare to ask where the road is, the road is under the feet...
Is this the true meaning of seeing a rainbow after a storm?
(Zhang Shengkai)