In the autumn of the year I was nine years old, my family was moving from Straw Hat Lane to Nihuan Temple. That day, I was lying under the kerosene lamp doing my homework, and the lamp head grew small mushroom-like lamps again. My mother took scissors to cut off the lights and said, "In the future, we will have electric lights, and you can do your homework in a bright light." I looked up at her. She smiled and said, "We're going to move." I asked where to move, and she said the mud temple on Daxi Street. As she spoke, she suddenly became serious and said to me, "Don't hurt you when you move to a new hospital." "I said I don't hurt. She said, "If you want to hurt me, I'll cut off your dog's legs." "I said, oh. Later, I learned that this place called Nihuan Temple was originally a temple, and there was an old monk in it. Needless to say, I think that's great news. I'm looking forward to the day I move.
Dad pulled the small flat car, and Mom held a thermos in one hand and protected the things in the car with the other. I was like a happy puppy, bouncing around with them, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, sometimes running in front and sometimes lagging behind. The schoolbag on my body slapped my ass upside and down, as if urging me to hurry up.
I really want to shout to the people on the road, "Hey! You see, we're moving. We're going to move to the temple. There is also an old monk in the temple. Feed! People, people. ”
I'm so happy that I want all the people to know about this great event in our family.
I just left, I thought, I want to think about what the monk of our hospital is called, but I can't remember it after thinking about it for a long time. I've asked several times, and they've told me several times, but I just can't remember. I had to ask my mom again, and my mom called me stupid. My dad stopped the car and wiped his sweat and said to me, "Good karma, good karma." The goodness of kindness, the fate of fate. ”
What does kindness mean? What does fate mean? The teacher didn't teach these two words. I had to memorize it. Good karma. Good karma. Good karma! It's awkward. There is no one in our school who has a good surname. Maybe the monk's name should be so different. Or if someone else has a bright scar on the top of their head, others don't? I wanted to ask how many scars there were on the top of the head of the good karma monk, but I didn't ask. The heart said that this is going to meet, and you will know by counting.
Nihuan Temple is in the first alley of the south of Ximen Road, and the alley is not deep. There is only one high slope gate facing the alley, and outside the mountain gate tower, there is a stone lion squatting on the left and right. They both turned their heads, you look at me, I look at yours, as if they were still laughing.
"Kill—" I shouted and rushed towards them.
I rode on the neck of the one on the right with my left hand, grabbed its head with my left hand, raised my right arm and circled in the air, pretending to be a cavalryman wielding a sword. At the sound of my mother's shouts, I slipped off the lion. Push open the heavy gate with both hands, raise your legs, step over the stone threshold, and put your feet together, "Tom! With a bang, he jumped over the three steps and jumped in the courtyard.
There was a loud bang. It scared me a lot. It turned out that a few gray pigeons were frightened by me and flew from the corner of the yard to the ridge of the roof. They all tilted their little heads, stared at me with one eye, and their necks were stretched out and gurgled out of their throats. I thought to myself, this is scolding me. I got angry and looked down for the stones, trying to hit them. However, except for a few small brick crevices with yellowed grass, there was nothing to be thrown into the house. I raised my hand at them and screamed "oh oh oh". Then they flapped their wings and flew away together. They haven't been seen since. They must have hated me and moved their home far away.
In addition to a few soap boxes and cigarette boxes for rice and noodles, there is also a wooden strip box with newspapers for clothes, and the others are bottles and cans and water tanks. My dad went back to Straw Hat Alley and brought charcoal, matches, and bellows to fan the fire. Our home is now finished. Our family is so simple.
As soon as I entered the house, I pulled and turned off the electric light, and my mother said that I didn't dare to play anymore when I saw the bubbles. I told my mom that when you wanted to pull it, you would tell me to pull it. Every time I turned the lamp out and out in those days, it was my business.
My mom said she didn't eat cake when she moved, and she made us fried cake that day. Maybe it was because of this fried cake, we never moved again, and we have been living in this temple called Nihuan Temple. It's been almost forty years now.
Living in the same courtyard with a monk is very new and exciting. But what I can't figure out is that it's been almost half a month since I moved in, and I haven't even seen the ghost of a monk. I saw that every two or three days, Uncle Jia, who delivered water, sent a load of water to the backyard, and a white-bearded little old man knocked on the ground with a stick, and he also came so many times. It's just that you don't see the face of good karma. I asked my parents to find out that the monk was very disgusted with us mortals, so he went into the backyard and didn't want to see us. It's no wonder that before I moved, my father and mother told me again and again that I was not allowed to do this or that, and one of them was that I was not allowed to go into the backyard. I asked why. My mother said that if you don't enter, you won't be allowed to enter, and if you want to enter, she will break your dog's legs. I'm most afraid of my mom. I knew my mom could do what she said. I only have two legs, and breaking is no joke. I said, oh, I'm not going in.
At eleven o'clock on Sundays in a row, I heard the ringing of a bell coming from the backyard. Every time, "When—" I want to wait for a second time, I can't wait. I think it's a bit lonely to knock it, but there's no second sound. My mom said she was knocking at this time of the day. I asked what the bell was for, and why it was only ringing. My mother said you ask me who I ask, how can I know. I really want to know. I really want to meet this mysterious monk, but if I don't go into the backyard depending on the situation, I will never want to see him in this life.
Mom and Dad went to the old yard and left me to watch the door and let me do my homework. In order to be worthy of the electric light, in order to let me study hard, after my father's repeated words, my mother reluctantly agreed to let my father buy a new kang table. On this day, I was lying on the red paint new kang table doing my homework, and six or seven classmates came to play with me. I know that they mainly want to see the bald monk, and they also want to see the golden Buddha, and they also want to hear the lonely bell. I told them that there was no Buddha in the outer courtyard, and the monk never came out in the backyard, and he had to wait until eleven o'clock to hear the bell.
"Don't come out? Don't go to the street to buy groceries and get food? So what does he eat? "The guy nicknamed Snot Stick had a good brain, and he remembered such an important question to question me.
"Don't eat anything, just drink water." I say.
"Just drinking water? Can you live? He's not a fish. He sniffled and asked.
"I can live." I insisted without blushing.
It doesn't matter what I'm chewing on, they have to go into the backyard to see this man of God who can live without eating and drinking water. The more they say goodbye, the more they want to watch. I couldn't stop it, so I had to admit that my mom would break my leg if she found out.
"Your mother won't let you in, and she didn't say she wouldn't let us in." It's snot again, and the stick reacts quickly, "Besides, your mother is not at home." Besides, if you look at something, it doesn't mean that you can see it badly. ”
I left him speechless to answer.
"You must be afraid that you will not enter. Let's go in. He said.
Why? After you entered, the monk sued my mother, and I was beaten. It's just a matter of getting in. After discussing for a while, everyone lined up, led by me, and behind the hall, one by one shrunk their necks, slowed down, and stepped into the round door opening leading to the backyard, and slipped into the backyard like rats along the root of the wall.
The backyard is much more spacious than the front yard, the size of half a playground in our school. There was a tall locust tree in the southeast corner, and the finches fell from one branch to another, jumping back and forth and chirping. The swallows were rushing to and fro under the eaves of the South Hall. Under the cover of their noise, we slipped smoothly to the front of the South Hall. But as soon as I got up the steps, it was a mess. With all hands and feet, he pushed the high door door that was locked with iron chains open the slat-wide slit of the road. You squeeze me, I press you, and they all stretched their necks and stood on tiptoe, scrambling to peek into the crack in the door. But before we could see the reason, we suddenly heard a shout behind us:
"How!"
As soon as the classmates turned around, they fled to the outer courtyard. The snot stick that shouted the most fiercely just now said that he wanted to see the monk and the Buddha jumped faster than a rabbit.
Said the big thief and ran away. What are you running, don't you want to see the monk? When the monk came out, you ran away. I'm not going to run.
I don't know who stepped on the heel of my shoe. I crouched down and twitched my heels. At this point, I calmed down my slightly nervous feelings. My mother often said that my second uncle, don't make trouble, don't be afraid of trouble. I just used my mother's words to educate my second uncle, making a look of not caring and not afraid, deliberately slowing down and walking out in a hurry. His eyes have never left the bald old man under the "Boundless Dharma" plaque in front of the main house.
He was loosely wearing a collarless gray coat, and the crotch of his black Chinese pants was bulging low. Knee-length gray cloth socks wrapped the cuffs in them, and the dirt on the black cloth shoes with the bridge of the nose smeared the shoes shiny. He was an old man of medium height, not fat. The long, wrinkled face has no beard, and I can't even see the stubble. Because of his anger, the piglet's eyes were round. However, what impressed me the most was the thick lips that seemed to never come together, curled outward.
My God, the monk of good karma that I have longed to see for a long time. You've been making trouble for a long time, and you're like this. Not only is it not as sanctimonious as I imagined, but it is simply ugly. Then I understood why he kept hiding in the backyard, he was so ugly that he didn't dare to see people. Fortunately, the classmates didn't have time to see his ugly appearance, otherwise, they would have said it when they got to school.
I thought so, but my curiosity was not satisfied, and I was always looking for an opportunity to talk to him or something. I want to know what else he can do besides the angry "bah" and the bell that rings at eleven o'clock at noon every day.
I bumped into him in the toilet that day. His long blue cloth trousers were tied around his neck like two big braids. He's. I felt that I should say hello to the old man, so I said, "Good grandfather, are you peeing?" "He ignored me, he urinated on his own, he peed very weakly, and when it was over, the urine was basically dripping on the crotch of his swollen pants. I said, "Grandpa Shan, you see you're wetting your pants." "He didn't pay attention to me, he just tied his pants and looked at the wall. I could hear a rattling as the key to the brass and iron that was tied to his trouser belt was shaking. The keys were polished to a shining light, with gold from brass and silver from iron. Seeing that he ignored me, I had no choice but to go out.
I led my classmates into the backyard, but good karma didn't tell me. Because my mom never mentioned it, let alone beat my dog's leg. In this way, I was much more courageous. I have sneaked into the backyard a few times alone. I don't know if he didn't notice it, or if he still didn't bother to pay attention to me like he was in the toilet. Anyway, it didn't come from behind me.
The south hall is called "Daxiong Treasure Hall". There are five very tall clay Buddha statues inside. They all sat on very high brick platforms, which were connected, like a large kang with a long head. The Buddha statues are all dirty and dusty. The gold paint on his body curled up one by one, and some of them simply fell down, revealing the mud skin. I've visited a few times, and they've all been there, motionless. They didn't lift their eyelids much, looking like they were sleepy in spring, lacking in autumn and sleepy in summer.
I also leaned on the corner of the glass and peeked at the good karma twice. Both times I heard the bell ring, and I wanted to see what he was doing when he rang the bell. The two times I saw him eating. The rice bowl was placed on the edge of the pot, and he sat on the horse stool used to fan the fire, leaned forward, and ate from the bowl. The way he eats reminds me of the stunned gold in my grandmother's village, who is an old man who has no children to support, so he begs for food from various families in the village. He only eats lunch once a day, and this tomorrow and that family will come in turn. He never went to the kang, he always sat on a small bench and ate on the edge of the kang. This way of eating good fate is the same as that of the old man. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Ever since I peeked at Shanyuan eating, I no longer remember his unreasonable "bah".
My family's rent was transferred to the Buddhist Church through the monk Shanyuan. That time my mom asked me to send him the room fee. I think that's a good errand. I'm afraid she changed her mind and said, why don't you wait for your father to come back and send wow. I took the money and ran to the backyard. Anyway, if you call me again, I'll pretend I didn't hear.
Ran to the "Dharma Boundless" plaque, stopped and took a few breaths, then opened the single air door, and pushed open the double inner door. When I entered the inner door, there was a hall. I looked, and the opposite and the left and right combined, there were three more doors. I guess he might be in the west room, and I peeked at him for dinner at noon, and he was in the west room. I was about to enter the door on the left when I heard a crisp sound of "horn, horn" coming from the door on the right. I pushed the door open and went in. It turned out that he was playing Go with the whitebeard who used to find him in the east room.
Good karma is white, and white beard is black. They were all staring at the chessboard and using their brains. Whitebeard thought about it and let the two chess pieces in his hand constantly knock on each other, making a sound of "horn, horn". Shanyuan crossed his legs, and his two hands were rubbing the soles of his feet at the same time. Rub your right foot with your left hand and your left foot with your right hand, and your body will shake back and forth as you rub it.
Without waiting for him to ask me, I quickly called Grandpa Shengshan, and at the same time put the money on the kang and told him that it was my family's house money. He didn't look up, just glanced at me diagonally from the chessboard. I thought I hadn't explained clearly, so I said in detail again: "Good grandfather, just now my mother gave me the money, let me give you the money for our house, so that you can give it to the Buddha again." ”
"Hah!" The white-bearded old man laughed loudly, and his beard was shaking.
I don't know what he laughed at, but I just knew that he wasn't so happy because he played a good game. He was clearly laughing at me. I made him laugh a little hairy.
"Kids. It's a Buddhist church, not a Buddhist church. You have to call Master, not Grandpa. Got it? Whitebeard said with a smile.
My father and my mother call him Master, how can I also call him Master? I'm wondering. But I didn't ask my question, I just nodded.
"Good boy. He's a good boy. Whitebeard reached out and pinched my face. It doesn't hurt.
Look at the good fate, he has a round and thick lips, and he looks like he is laughing, but he doesn't make a sound. When he saw me looking at him, he immediately straightened his face again, and rubbed his palms more vigorously with both hands. My grandmother said that the palms of her hands were itchy and that there were guests. What should he be thinking of his itchy feet? Is it to help use your brain in order to win chess? I don't know. All I could see was his gray cloth socks, so dirty that I couldn't tell they were gray. Then he shouldn't be rubbing around so hard.
I know a little bit about playing Go and playing chess. It was taught by the second uncle. The second uncle studied at Datong Coal School, and he could play and play the piano, chess, poetry and painting. At that time, I had a pair of Go in my house, which my second uncle made from the kind of clay used by carpenters. And the good fate of the monk this Yunzi can not be compared.
When one of the white sons of good karma was placed on the sideline, in order to please him, I applauded in surprise and said, "Good! Golden Rooster is independent! Whitebeard looked sideways at me, surprised, "Huh? He said, "At a young age, he actually knows how to deal with Yi." The afterlife is terrible, and the afterlife is terrible. Although Shanyuan didn't say anything, I secretly looked at his expression and guessed that he didn't hate my mouth. You know, I'm boasting about him.
From then on, whenever I saw Whitebeard enter the backyard, after a while, I guessed that they were open, and I slipped in and stood by to watch the battle. I often lose no time in commenting on "good chess, good chess", "awesome", and so on. Surely, I'm mostly talking about good karma. I'm not a compliment. In fact, Shanyuan's Go strength is indeed stronger than Whitebeard's.
They also play chess. Later I found out that this turned out to be regular. Whenever Whitebeard wins Go, he starts playing chess. Conversely, if Karma wins chess, then start playing Go. That is to say, Whitebeard is good at playing chess, and good karma is good at playing Go. I also found that they were all elegant when they played Go, and they were all rude when they played chess. Whitebeard no longer speaks in a crepe manner, and Shanyuan can't care about rubbing his feet slowly. Whitebeard's "mother's mother's" scolded, and Shanyuan's "mother's mother's" scolded. When Shanyuan scolded "Niang's", he connected the two sounds of "Niang" into one sound, using "Niang" as the initial and "Ya" as the finals, making a special sound, he thought that if he changed it like this, it would not be regarded as swearing. When it's intense, they all have to add a "day you" in front of "damn" and "damn". Good karma is very special to turn "day" into "heat". At the time, I thought his handling was a bit hypocritical.
The chessboard is iron, with blue stripes on a white background and an enamel face. They smashed the chess pieces so loudly that they could sometimes jump off the board from other chess pieces. If you can't fall where you are, you are just playing adultery. He said it was in this position, he said it was in that position, and it was like a fight.
I'm so good at watching them play chess. It's really prosperous, and in retrospect, maybe it was because of me watching the game that they played so seriously, as if they were winning the house and winning the land. Without me around, they don't care if they win or lose.
At first, I was happy. Because I have been to Shanyuan's house many times to watch chess, he has not let me go. I really feel like giving face. But then I realized that the monk had always ignored me and didn't look at me. It's like I'm not standing in front of me at all.
The monk Shanyuan is a native of Yucun in the south of the city, and his surname is Tian. He's a half-hearted home. I heard that before the liberation, he always carried his burden into the city to sell vegetables, mainly green peppers and red peppers. After liberation, he became a monk.
Shanyuan has a nephew named Tian Fangyue, who is five years older than me, lives in the countryside, and goes to school in Datong No. 3 Middle School. He lives on campus. I didn't eat well at school, so sometimes I would go to Shanyuan here to ask if there was anything I needed to help do, but I actually wanted to mix up a meal and fight tooth sacrifices. That day, I went into the backyard to watch a game of chess, and I met him with good fate, and I thought he was greedy and lazy, so he stole things to eat, and he didn't have any work in his eyes, and he never took the initiative to clean the Buddhist hall.
The Buddha hall is inside the door on the opposite side of the entrance hall. I know that, but I just haven't been in. I've wanted to see what it's like inside, but I don't have a chance. stole in, but didn't dare, for fear that good karma would catch me and sue my mother
Listening to Shanyuan's scolding reminded me. I said, "Go, I'll clean up with you." With that, I grabbed Fang Yue out of the east room.
Hey! The Buddha Hall is such a great place. It's full of goodies. The roof is hung with a yellow cloth banner embroidered with black letters: Buddha shines brightly. The banner hangs symmetrically on both sides, and the lotus banner is hung with couplets written on it. In the center of the altar were standing, sitting, armored, cloak sacred, but I didn't know who and which one it was. Asked Fang Yue, his eyes were also black, and he didn't recognize any of them. There are many kinds of ritual utensils on the long, long offering table. Anything else can't be called. I recognize the big two, the big one, and the small three kinds of wooden fish. The largest is the size of two rice steamers in my house. I picked up the gas and wanted to knock it, but I didn't dare, and put it down again. Fang Yue put his eyes on the big wooden fish's mouth and said, Okay. As he spoke, he picked up the big wooden fish, and poured out two halves of biscuits from his mouth with his head down, and some dregs. I said you stole it in? He said it was a mouse, and he put the crumbs of biscuits in the palm of his hand for me to eat, but I didn't eat them. He said you don't eat and I'll eat it. As he spoke, he licked it with his tongue three times or twice. I'm not afraid to eat and live in mouse dung. Next to the wooden fish there was a black and shiny iron helmet like a basin in our house, and when I flicked my finger, "Hum-" sounded. Fang Yue hurriedly grabbed the edge of the iron helmet with both hands, and the humming sound did not continue. I remembered the aftersound a lot like the one I had heard in the middle of the day a few times. Asked Fang Yue, he said that every day before eating at noon, his third master knocked on the helmet just now.
Three futons are placed on the ground in front of the offering table. The one in the middle also has a red cloth pad. I first knelt down on the top and kowtowed to the holy. Fang Yue said that my posture was not right. So he taught me how. It is also said that this is called "bowing and worshipping, and the five bodies are thrown to the ground". According to him, I came to "bow and worship, throw yourself to the ground" on each kneeling mat, and said "Amitabha Buddha" every time.
After playing quietly for a while, I felt like it was time to get down to business. The two of us swept and dusted and washed and wiped, and seriously cleaned the Buddhist hall. I'm so tired that I'm sweating. Before leaving the Buddhist hall, Fang Yue quietly stuffed a few red dates into my hand. I know he stole it, and he must have kept a lot of it himself. I said I didn't, I didn't, he said it's okay, it's okay, I'm afraid that good karma will listen, so I had to quickly put it in my trouser pocket and press it from the outside with my hand. But I'm still afraid that good karma will see that I have something in my pocket and will go home after leaving the temple. As soon as he pushed the door of the hall, Shanyuan shouted in the east room: "Recruit people!" ”
Broken!
"Go to the west room and wash your face before leaving."
That's when I breathed a sigh of relief.
Hah! He took the initiative to talk to me, and he knew my nickname. I was happy for a few days. I also told my parents about it at home, and when I got to the class, I told my classmates over and over again. He also said that the monk gave me two bags of red dates.
Slowly, I became familiar with the monk Shanyuan. I often ask some anecdotes about the Buddhist family and spy on some secrets in the temple when I help him clean the Buddhist hall or help him pull the bellows in the kitchen to cook. Over time, I have gained a lot of knowledge in this area.
For example, if the Buddha of the monks comes, why is he not bald? And it's like a perm. It turned out that Shakyamuni was originally a Nepalese prince, and most Nepalese people had hair like that. For example, why do monks wear robes and hold tin staffs? Because Buddhism had the precept of "asceticism" from the very beginning, when preaching, we picked up rags everywhere, sewed them into a large piece, and draped them over our bodies to protect them from the wind and rain. The appearance of the monks who preached was like this, and later as a characteristic, it evolved into a robe. And the dog-beating stick in his hand when begging for food and fasting became a later tin rod as a symbol.
I asked Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Seng if the three of them were considered monks. Shanyuan said that they were Tang Seng's apprentices, of course, monks. I asked the three of them why they didn't see their robes and tin canes. Good karma said that the three of them were practitioners, and the practitioner was a monk who specialized in miscellaneous work. You can not meditate or chant scriptures, just eat vegetarian, and you don't need to wear a robe and a tin cane. I asked why the monk didn't eat leeks and garlic because they weren't meat. Shanyuan said that because these things grew after Lu Zhishen buried the bones in the ground after eating dog meat, he couldn't eat it, he couldn't eat it, and he would have to be chaotic if he ate it, and I asked what it meant to be chaotic. He thought about it and said that he was chaotic, that is, he had a good personality, but then he was not good and messed up. I also thought about it and said, you and Grandpa Whitebeard don't have any mess when you play Go. I wanted to go on and say, "You play chess and you're messy, like eating leeks and onions and garlic." When the words came to his lips, he stopped and didn't say anything.
I asked him what clock it was striking at eleven o'clock at noon every day. He said it was Chime. I asked what the chime was for, and he said that it was a signal for the temple to gather monks to fast, and it was supposed to ring the bell, but there was no bell in the Nihuan Temple, so he used the chime to top. I asked why I didn't knock the chime for dinner. He said that the Buddha had a rule to eat only one meal a day, so he shouldn't knock it at night. At this time, I remembered that he always ate in the dark at night, and it must have been because he was afraid that the Buddha would know that he had eaten more, so he was secretly eating. One day I saw him washing the pot in the dark, so I deliberately asked him if it was to save electricity money. He replied, "The monks should not kill the living beings, but they should always keep the rats for food, and the moths should not be lit." I didn't understand what he was talking about, and when I didn't understand it, he gave an explanation in the vernacular. Then I understood, and said, "Oh — I see, I know." The rest of your meal is reserved for the rats. ”
"Nonsense! I don't have rats at home. He was annoyed. After that, just do your own thing and leave me aside. I thought to myself: You don't have rats at home, but the electric light won't burn the moth, so you say, the poor rat often keeps food, and the moth doesn't light the lamp, isn't it equivalent to saying in vain? But seeing that he didn't look right, I slipped away quietly.
I learned the lesson: he can't be involved in asking questions. As for the rest, nothing matters. For example, whether Guanyin Bodhisattva is male or female, how Amitabha Buddha explains, the statue in the apse has a great name, whether the little monk was born to a nun, etc., etc., and so on, answer whatever you ask. And the answer is always readily available. At the time, I was a little skeptical that he understood everything, or if he coaxed me to understand nothing. In retrospect, I realize that both of these situations existed. At least leeks and onions and garlic are not only available after Lu Zhishen. A person's personality changes for the better or worse, and it has nothing to do with whether or not they eat leeks, onions and garlic.
On the east and west walls of the Buddha hall and on the two gables on the west side are painted with many paintings of ghosts and people. Some were upside down on large stone grinding discs and milled. Some were caught in a tall plank and sawed from head to toe to split the body in half. Some were thrown up on the mountain, and their bodies were pierced with sharp blades here and there. Some of them were fried in a large oil pan and boiled like oil cakes. Some were cramped, some were skinned, some had their tongues cut, and some had their eyes gouged out. These are still carried out by the vicious ghosts with blue faces and fangs. It's horrible.
When I was cleaning the Buddhist hall, I pointed to the murals and asked, "Master, you said that family members should not kill, but these paintings are too killing. Why is this painted in the Buddhist hall? He said, "This is to tell people to live in the yang realm to cultivate virtue and do good, or if they die, they will be tortured in hell." ”
"Master, could it be that there is really a hell and a ghost?"
"If you believe, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you won't."
"Master, do you believe it or do you believe it?"
Oops. It's about him again. I stuck out my tongue and waited with bated breath for him to have a seizure. But secretly observed, it seems that he doesn't care this time. only said: "As long as you don't do things that hurt heaven and reason, you are not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night." ”
After going around for a long time, believe it or not, there is hell or not, believe it or not, there are ghosts, he didn't say it explicitly.
I had a great idea. Didn't he say he wasn't afraid of ghosts knocking on the door? I'm going to try him.
A few days ago, my second uncle borrowed a camera from a classmate. After taking pictures of our whole family, he led me to the field to look for the camera. At the Wulidian outside the West Gate, after I took a photo with the train, I saw the skeleton of a dead man in the rotten grave beach. I put the skull brain melon egg on my shoulder and asked my uncle to give me one, and he said to see your mother scolding, and I said not to let her know. My uncle brought me and a skull melon. As a result, he coaxed me, but just pressed the exposure button empty. After taking the picture, in order to frighten the timid passengers on the passing trains, I held the skull melon on a mound of earth that was close to the railroad and protruding.
Good fate said that it was not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, and I remembered this skull melon that made the wind and the sun or Bai Sensen. After a few days, I got the skull melon back. In the middle of the night, after Karma sent Whitebeard away, I put it on the windowsill in front of his house when it was estimated that the lights were about to go out.
I knocked lightly on the door three times, and then hid in the corner of the room, poking my head out and waiting to see a good show. After a while, he probably didn't hear the knock on the door and turned off the light.
When I brushed the floor, there was no light in the whole backyard, and it was so dark that even I couldn't see where I was.
The leaves of the big locust tree rustle. There was a cricket whistling somewhere outside the courtyard wall, like the night scene in the movies. The wind chimes under the eaves of the main hall were tinkling, as if someone was shaking them on purpose. I couldn't tell if it was far or near, but it was as if footsteps were coming towards me.
I felt my lumbar spinal cord swishing cold numb onto my scalp. But I didn't run away. I cheered myself up and said, "My mother said that the fortune teller has calculated that in my life, no big ghost or little ghost dares to approach me. I'm the guts, the biggest! Don't be afraid of anything! ”
I spat on my palms, rubbed my hands, and touched the door again. This time I've added a new twist. first whistled strangely, and then pinched his throat and learned a few imaginary ghost screams with a "squeak". In the end, the "click" pulled the damper twice. The damper was closed from the inside, and the rattle was weird. With that done, I touched the wall and quickly ducked back into the corner of the house.
This time, Shanyuan listened, and after asking who it was, he pulled the lamp. Walk out of the hall, open the inner door, and push open the damper.
"Bone Bowl...... Chew! ”
The skull melon was pushed under the windowsill by the damper.
"Huh?" He was stunned at first, then bent down and held the skeleton to the window with both hands, and leaned into the light that came through the cracks in the curtains. I imagined that the next scenario would be: Karma yelled "ahh But that's not the case.
At that time, after figuring out what it was by the light, he shook his head and said, "Good, good", and put the skull melon on the windowsill of the courtyard. He went back to the west room to wash his hands in the dark, and then went back to the east room to turn off the lights and sleep.
The next day, I went back into the backyard pretending that I didn't know anything and had done nothing. There's no such thing on the windowsill. When I arrived at his house, he smiled, tilted his head left and right, and looked at me. I tried to keep my composure, kept my face strained, and asked Master why he was so happy today. He said, look, what is this? As he spoke, he closed the door, revealing a round yellow cloth package behind the door.
"What is this, what is this, strange and scary." I'll just hide and say.
"Ha-ah-hea-hee-he's going to confess. He didn't go any further, he knew it was scary. Ha-ah-it's a confession. Shanyuan clapped his hands and shouted like a child, laughing and laughing. It made me laugh embarrassedly and turned my head away. As a result, I saw the scroll painting hanging on the front of the back wall, which depicts the pot-bellied Maitreya Buddha, with children's calligraphy couplets on both sides:
A big belly can tolerate things that are intolerable in the world
Kindness often laughs at the ridiculous people in the world
The Maitreya Buddha with his arms open and his chest was looking at me and laughing. I didn't realize that this pot-bellied Buddha laughed so badly before, and he laughed out loud.
I couldn't help it, I said, "Your house is so hot", picked up the yellow package and ran out. Running out of the city gate, it seems that you can still hear the laughter of good karma and the pot-bellied Buddha.
For two days in a row, I was too embarrassed to go into the backyard. On the third night, good karma called my father out at my doorstep.
Want to sue me? I tilted my ears and listened, but I couldn't hear what they were saying.
My father came back and said that in a few days it would be April 8th, and Master was going to have a temple fair and invited our whole family to dinner.
I have eaten a lot of the food of the monk of good fate. The taste is different from mine. I can't tell you what it smells like, but I think it's very fragrant.
At first, I thought it was just our family, but on the seventh day of the new year, I realized that I had to invite a lot of people. Seven or eight of them came to help.
A canvas canopy was set up in the front yard, a large stove was built, and several large water tanks were lifted from the south hall, and one load after another was full of water. Fang Yue chopped a lot of firewood and smashed out a lot of charcoal. I'm here and there, meddleing around, helping out.
On the day of the temple fair, my mother changed me into new clothes, blue pants and white shirts, and a new red scarf. When I arrived at school, my classmates thought I was smiling and asked me what you are doing. I said it's just a holiday. The snot stick said, then tell me what festival it is. I deliberately sold Guan Zi and said, "April 8." ”
"What is the eighth day of April?"
"Temple fair!"
"Temple fair?"
The students' eyes widened, they didn't know what the temple fair was. I told them that the temple fair was a meeting in the temple, and I told them that the old monk was going to invite our whole family to sit at the table.
"Do you chant the scriptures?" Snot asked.
"Ask?" I looked at him with disdain.
My classmates surrounded me enviously and asked me this and that, and I was just as good as the monk Shanyuan. Well, most of the answer is based on speculation, and the other part is based on nonsense. But I just didn't guess or say that April 8 was the birthday of the Buddha.
After school, Snot Banger and a few other classmates begged me to follow him to see Honghuo and listen to the scriptures. I thought about it and approved a few.
"You, you, you, come with me!" We all spread our legs and ran wildly, and the snot sticks were still like rabbits, jumping at the front.
The courtyard was already crowded with people. There are more than 100 numbers. There are also more than a dozen children among them, and they are also guests to see the costumes. But those children were restrained and obscene one by one, and they didn't dare to go far after the adults' butts. A small family spirit.
On this day, not only the Buddha Hall, but even the South Hall, which was locked to death, was also wide open. In the northwest corner of the south hall there is a new flying pigeon bicycle. I said to my classmates, "That's what my dad bought for me, and I'll ride it when I go to middle school." My family can't put it down, so the master said that I can't put it down in the apse. I pointed to the wooden strip box on the back of the bike and said, "This is our family too." Seeing that we didn't have a cabinet at home, Master gave us a very good cabinet. I put the books in this box, I don't believe you to look at it, there are all the books in it, both mine and my second uncle's. "What I mean by saying this to them is to let them know how good Master is with us. I also climbed up to the Buddha platform and took out a box of "big baby" cigarettes from behind the Buddha statue in the center of the hall for the students to see, and told them that it was secretly put by Fang Yue. He found out two more medical books and said that Fang Yue stole his third master, and Fang Yue said that he wanted to be a doctor when he grew up. I also told my classmates that Fang Yue could steal the monk's key, and we often sneaked here to play.
Because the Buddha statues in the South Hall are not good-looking, I didn't let the students stay here longer, and led them to the Buddha Hall to open their eyes.
I yelled in the yard, looked here and there, and laughed with the few acquaintances who helped. When I met the white-bearded old man, I told him that I should play Go next time. You lost chess at the end of the last time. The white-bearded old man said, remember, remember. I went back and forth several times to get people to see, I'm different from you, I'm from this house. After a while, people knew about my special position, and they were all close to me.
Shanyuan met me and said with a smile: "Recruitment, look at how many people you have recruited." He pressed the top of my head and went back to something else. The snot stick said to me, "Do you hear me? The old monk told you to count how many people came. ”
I said, "No! ”
The other two students said, "Yes." ”
I said, "Okay! Then count. ”
Because of the people coming and going, we didn't count them three times. Snot stick thought of a solution: count the big men first, then the big women, and the third count the children. Then add it together. While we were counting, he was still giving people a fake drink so that they couldn't move around. My mom saw it and asked what we were doing. I said Master, let me count the numbers. My mom said to count well, don't point fingers, it's rude. We're not going to point fingers anymore.
According to the method of snot sticks, the number was successful. It's the same for two times in a row. Snot stick said, this means that the number is right. We ran into the backyard to find good karma. I reported to him that we were a hundred and five people. Shanyuan was stunned, and I didn't know what I was talking about. I said it again. Good karma said, "Oh, good, good." A good boy has a lot of work in his eyes. I pointed to my classmates and said, "I didn't count them in the count." Good karma said, "Then why don't you count?" I said, "They are my classmates, and they have come to listen to the scriptures." Good karma said, "Count, count." The guests you invite are even more counted. ”
I also wanted to ask clearly, but the snot stick grabbed me and left. When he left the outer courtyard and sat at a round table in the corner, he didn't move anymore, just waiting for the meal to start. I looked at my mother with all my eyes, afraid of scolding me for being a blind wolf. Whether it's me or my uncle, as soon as I bring my classmates to the house, my mother scolds us for being blind and leading our children. On this day, she took care of the kitchen and didn't pay attention to us.
The table is eight people per table, and one table has six dishes. The staple food is steamed buns, and there is also tofu soup. In addition to the dish, there is not enough to add more. This year is the first famine year, everyone's stomach is out of oil and water, and when they encounter such a good meal, people's stomachs seem to be bottomless. The eight children at our table alone ate more than 50 large buns.
After eating, I asked the time, and it was time to go to school. But the snot stick said that he hadn't heard the scriptures yet, and he didn't want to leave. I went to the backyard and asked, and they had already read it, and they had finished reading it all morning, just when we were out of school. I still read it in the afternoon, but I said I can't wait, be careful of the teacher's scolding. It's not very disappointing for everyone to hear me say this, because a round belly is more real than listening to the scriptures.
We followed each other to the school. This time, I couldn't run anymore, and I couldn't even bend my waist. After walking for a while, I found that the snot stick was missing. A classmate said that he knew, and said that the snot stick must have sent steamed buns to the grandmother. This classmate said that he saw snot during the meal and put a bun in his arms.
Good for you, snot stick, stealing people!
As soon as the snot stick arrived at school, I went up and grabbed him by the collar: "Stealing monkeys!" The bun of the monk. His face was red, and he didn't dare to answer me. The students came to pull the rack and mediated for us. In the end, it must be: after school, he and I went to Shanyuan to admit it.
"He still has to kneel for Master." Again, I strongly demand. His classmates looked at him. He bowed his head and said, "I kneel, I kneel." "That's when I let him go. I didn't even go into the house after school, so I led him straight into the backyard. As soon as he entered the east room, he knelt on the ground and said, "I'm a stealing monkey, I'm a stealing monkey." ”
In addition to good karma, there are several other people in the house. They were all stunned, not knowing what was going on. I angrily pointed to the snot stick and accused him of stealing a bun at noon and sending it home for his grandmother to eat. I also said that he has no father and no mother, and if he had, he would definitely steal two more.
What I don't understand is that Shanyuan not only didn't scold him, but also praised him for being a filial son and a virtuous grandson. also pulled him up, and took a cage cloth from the west room to wrap a big bag of buns, and he had to let him take it home.
The snot stick cried, and cried and said that I would never steal buns for my grandmother to eat again. The adults laughed when they heard this, and so did the snot sticks. Laughing loudly, a silver bell blew out of his nostrils.
The second uncle went back to the village for the summer vacation and brought my grandmother here. Our kang is small, so we have to build a bed on the ground, but there are no planks. My father went to ask the good karma to see if there was any. I didn't expect Shanyuan to say, then let people sleep with me. He also said that he didn't need to take the cover, but here. When my dad came back, we were all very happy. I, in particular, immediately ran into the backyard. Master is also anxious, I see that he has already started to clean up the mess of the back kang and clean up the place for me.
Master, he was afraid that I wouldn't be able to lift his night pot when I urinated at night, so he took the kitchen stool to the east room and sat it down for the night pot. Afraid of being unstable, he put a wooden board on the Maza bench. It's stable. Our family uses pots at night, and I have never seen this kind of night pot. I think it's a lot like the little jar for wine on the cabinet of the commissary, and it's a lot like the kind of landmines that the dirt roads in the movie are so good to bury. I think it's fresh, so I first took out the puppy and chicken and soaked it in with my legs. The master said that it was still a little low, and replaced it with a thick wooden plank. Before going to bed, he covered the pot-bellied Maitreya Buddha with a piece of cloth. When I asked why, he said that the plain night pot was kept in the hall, and there was no Buddha statue in the hall. I understand why, I don't ask anymore, and every time I pee, try to put my back to the back wall.
When I went to sleep, I noticed that this new quilt that had been reached in Master Shanyuan's cabinet smelled bad. I'll just say Master, your nest smells like our school's communication room, and it smells really bad. Shanyuan turned the pig's eyes to the back of his head, and then lifted the quilt and blocked his nose, saying that it was a little blue flower. I said it smelled terrible, the smell of sweaty feet in our school communication room. He explained that Master Er would give him a sun. The next day, he put the quilt in the courtyard to dry, but I think it still smells.
On the third day, when I came back from school at noon, I saw him sweating profusely in the kitchen washing my clothes. The water in the large wooden basin splashed on the ground. He asked me to dry it out for him. We each hugged one end, twisted the shield like a rough python in a circus, and coiled the bow. After washing, drying, putting on the quilt, and the smell of the conveying room. Master thought that it must be because the cotton in the quilt also smelled of tobacco. I said there was no way, I couldn't even wash the cotton cover. Master said that there is a way, there is a way. He lit a bronze incense burner and smoked the sandalwood incense. He was very careful and careful to let the sandalwood smoke everywhere and smoke the quilt. Now it's okay, get into the quilt and smell of soap. It smells so good. Master, he thought that he had completed a major task, and asked knowingly, "Is there still the smell of sweaty feet in the communication room this time?" I said, "No." This time it's the smell of pancreas washing your face, and it smells so good. ”
On the day of the temple fair on April 8, the white-bearded old man ate too much, got a very serious stomach problem, and almost didn't live out, although his life was saved, but he no longer had the spirit to play chess with good fate. No one played chess with Master, so Master pulled me to play with him. The disparity between the two of us is too great, he let me roam and cannons in chess, and let me play six pieces in Go. This kind of game is already very boring, but Master is still so interested. When he played chess, he still couldn't get rid of that bugle and wrestling problem. As soon as he was like this, I said, Master, that you are disordered again. And he didn't fall. But after a while, he fell again, and I said again, Master, that you were messy again, and he stopped falling. Slowly, he got rid of this bad habit. I know he's afraid I won't play with him.
I asked Master, why don't you keep reciting the scriptures. He said who said I don't read it, I only read it when you are not in school. I said if I was afraid that I would listen. He said not that he was afraid of you listening, I was alone and quiet, just reading the scriptures. I said that if I disturb you so much that you are not quiet, then I will not come in the future. He quickly said no, no, no, I am most afraid of quiet, I am most afraid of loneliness.
Playing chess with Master, I have grown a lot. Xiangqi learned the principle of "losing a pawn to gain momentum", and Go learned the tactic of "discarding a child", and the most strange thing for my mother was that although I was a chess player, my test results were better and better every time. My dad said it was because playing chess had turned my brain on the go. After that meal, I put down the dishes and chopsticks and prepared to go into the backyard again, when I saw Uncle Jia coming over with water. When I asked if it was for our family or for the master, he said it was for the master. I followed him into the backyard.
Uncle Jia poured water into the water tank in the west room and sat on the edge of the kang to rest. He wore a Chinese-style shirt. Two things hung from the peach pimple copper clasp under the neck. One is a handkerchief, and the other is a brass bullet cap for a rifle. He took both things out of his placket and wiped his sweat first. After wiping the sweat, he tucked the handkerchief into the placket. Pull out a thin bamboo stick from the brass bullet cap. One end of the thin bamboo stick is dipped in black ink. He removed the cardboard from the nail in the door frame of the west room and lit a dot on it with a thin bamboo stick dipped in black ink. He brought a load of water every day, and he lit a dot on that card and kept track of the load of water. Every little is five cents, and the account is settled with the master once a month. My mother said that Uncle Jia sometimes takes advantage of people's inattention to order a little more, and I am afraid that he will give Master more, so I will monitor him.
This time he took the cardboard off and never hung it on the door frame again, nor did he change it to a new one, as he sometimes does. He passed the east room and said to the master, "I can't bear it anymore, look at my shoulder." As he spoke, he unbuttoned the armpits under his neck. Lift up the collar of his jacket and let Master look at his shoulder.
"Not good! Decapitation sores. The Master shouted in astonishment, "Amitabha, if you delay it for a few days, you will be cured." ”
I think Master Shanyuan's words are a bit mysterious, but when I stepped on the Mazha stool, I saw that Uncle Jia's two shoulders and the circle under his neck were full of pus and blood scabs, and I couldn't see good flesh. It makes me feel sick and cold.
Good fate asked Uncle Jia to take his shirt down to his armpits, wrap cotton with bamboo chopsticks, dip it in water mixed with salt and vinegar, and scrub the scabs. Uncle Jia was so pained that he inhaled the cold air. Later, Shanyuan pulled out some silver needles of different lengths from the dirty rag bag, and stabbed them into Uncle Jia's neck and shoulders one by one, making Uncle Jia's neck and shoulders look like hedgehogs. After stopping for a while, Shanyuan stabbed each silver needle back and forth with his thumb and index finger, and Uncle Jia, who was stabbing it straight, was covered with white hair. After poking the drum, he sat aside and shook his broken Ji Gong fan. Later, he was probably tired of sitting, so he asked me to go into the Buddha hall and get an incense burner bowl, plucked the incense ash with my hand, sprinkled it on the purulent scab, and said, "Phew! Bah! He spat on the scab. And when he sprinkled incense ashes, he spat and drew out the needle. Finally, he took out the gauze from the cabinet and wrapped Uncle Jia's neck and shoulders.
"It doesn't hurt anymore. It doesn't hurt at all. Uncle Jia smiled and said, "It seems that I can still carry water." The master said, "Don't do it, rest for three or two months, and then talk about it when it's neat." Uncle Jia said: "Don't carry water, you let me drink the northwest wind?" ”
The master didn't say a word, but wrote a prescription on the table, took some money from the red lacquer box on the table on the back wall, rolled it in the prescription, and said, "This is the water bill for this month, you go and grab three doses of medicine, and take one dose every ten days." ”
Uncle Jia took the paper roll, unfolded it, was startled, and said, "This month's water bill is less than one yuan, and you have thirty yuan." The Master said, "Take it and take it, take it, go wow." "Uncle Jia insisted that he didn't want it, but the master forced it, and the two of them pushed for a while, and Uncle Jia loaded up the money. I saw tears coming out of Uncle Jia's eyes.
After Uncle Jia left, I asked Master, "Why are you spitting on your neck?" It's disgusting enough. The master said, "You don't know how to recruit people." Incense ash is the purest and prevents infection. Saliva can be sterilized, and the top is to disinfect. After taking three doses of medicine, the disease was cured. ”
Later, Uncle Jia's illness really recovered, but he no longer carried water. He went to live in the village with his daughter.
Some people come to see a doctor, and good karma is paid for. He said to stay and stay wow, buy some incense and incense. But he never asked how much, let alone bargained, and what he gave was as much as he wanted, and it was all in the red lacquered wooden box.
There are two red lacquered wooden boxes, which are placed side by side on the half-eight immortal table in the bedroom. One put the money, the other put the things, both wooden boxes were with small copper locks, and he never hit them in front of others. He doesn't shy away from me. There are so many good things in that box. But I don't like to see anything else, but I like to see the new string of black and shining rosaries with tassels.
The monk also has a string of prayer beads, which are hung on the wall. When he was alone, he put it between his two hands, with the back of his hand facing outward, and used his thumb to pluck the beads down one by one in order. He, who is a monk, doesn't chant much scriptures, and when he is fine, he just closes his eyes and plucks the prayer beads. His lips didn't move, and he didn't look like he was chanting. One night when I finished my homework and lay down under the covers, I saw him close his eyes and pluck the beads again, so I asked, "Master, do you always dial that and recite the scriptures?" ”
"Worry about it."
"Troubles?"
"Worry about it."
"Worry about it."
"Worry about it. One turn can remove a hundred and eight troubles. Dial it again and ...... again."
"Yo, Master, why do you have so many troubles to dispose." I interjected.
He stopped dialing the rosary, opened his eyes, sat upright, cleared his throat with a "cough click", and said something on the phone. That would be to the effect that:
When a person is born, he falls into the sea of suffering. Consciously or unconsciously, all kinds of desires arise. And desire is the source of trouble. For example, when a baby is hungry and has a desire to eat, the trouble of hunger accompanies him. The quilt on his body kicked away, and the desire for warmth arose, and at this time, the cold annoyance accompanied him. After eating and drinking, the desire to sleep arises again, and the troubles of sleepiness come again. In this way, a desire is satisfied and a new desire is born. Desires are endless, and troubles are endless. In a word, desire is trouble, and trouble is desire. The more desires, the more troubles, and the greater the desires, the greater the troubles. Of course, it is impossible for a person to live without desires. For monks, the desire should be as small as possible, and the afflictions will be less and less comparatively smaller. When dialing the rosary, or thinking about the dantian, or using the heart to breathe, all desires are avoided or forgotten, which is with the rotation of the rosary, dialing away the troubles of circle after circle.
I was tired of hearing a lot of desires and troubles, but I nodded out of politeness. At the same time, he couldn't control himself, and covered his mouth with his palm, "Wow, wow, wow, wow", and yawned comfortably.
Seeing that I wasn't interested, he said, "You can see what you just said as a joke." However, meditating and meditating with your eyes closed can really strengthen your body and prolong your life. ”
I didn't want to hear this again, but I remembered the new rosary in the red lacquer box, and said, "Master, there are so many benefits to dialing the rosary, I want to save up money to buy one, but I don't know where to sell it, and I don't know how much it is, whether I can afford it." "Master, he must have guessed what I meant. He said, "If you want the Buddha's belongings, you have to be sincere to the Buddha. ”
I don't know how to answer.
"Well," he said, "you first invite a little Bodhisattva from the Buddha hall to be enshrined in your house." And it has to be according to the rules of Buddhism, 'three kowtows in the morning, worship a furnace of incense in the evening, wipe it diligently, and don't make dust and frost'. If you can last for half a year, wow, three months, wow, wow, a month later, I will give you the red lacquer box with the string of prayer beads. ”
"Really?" I sat up from the covers.
"How many times have I coaxed you?"
"It's amazing."
"But, there is one condition."
"Ten is fine."
"You have to talk to your parents."
"Count." I'm sure.
I didn't want that rosary, of course, to get rid of my troubles, and not to prolong my life. It has nothing to do with me. I mainly wanted to get the only yellow bead among them.
That yellow bead is amazing. A small eye on the top, use your thumb and index finger to circle the beads, and look at the bright light towards the little eye, ho! It's weird. You don't seem to be looking in from a small eye, but out of the window. I saw Guanyin Bodhisattva floating down from the sky, with golden lotus feet and a kind and solemn appearance. The willow branches inserted in the white bottle in his hand seemed to be swaying and swaying, and the white clouds behind him seemed to be slowly fluttering in the mountains. Amazing.
Now that's good. Now I'm going to have such a precious baby.
I didn't sleep well that night. The more I thought about it, the happier I became, the brighter my heart became, and the more I couldn't sleep.
The next day I happily told my mom about the great thing. I never expected that before I could finish speaking, she would scold her, "The old guy didn't have a good heart, and wanted to coax my child to be a monk with him." When he saw my only son, Yimiao'er, he called me the last child...... "After scolding at home, she ran out of the hospital and scolded." She just wants the good karma master in the backyard to listen. He scolded me and said that he would never allow me to go into the backyard from now on, or he would break my dog's legs.
I was so aggrieved that I didn't dare to answer, so I had to walk away. That night, I slept on top of my cabinet.
In the past, even if I didn't sleep at Shanyuan's house, I would go to the backyard to soak mushrooms, learn to play chess, learn to meditate, listen to him tell me Buddhist scriptures, and ask him to help me with my homework, until I fell asleep and didn't go home. Now I won't let me go all of a sudden, and I'm bored in the room reading the villain's book, although I also turn the pages one by one, but I don't know what the book says and what it draws.
Alas—that's what annoys me with my desire to have rosaries. This desire is great, and therefore my troubles are also great, and it is simply pain.
Although Master Shanyuan never came into our house in the past, he often stood outside my house and called me, saying that I wanted me to help him do something to make a living. In fact, I know that he is depressed by himself, and he wants me to talk to him to relieve my loneliness. Or maybe there's something delicious and tell me to eat it. In the past two days, he has not come to ask me to make a living. He must have heard my mom's abuse. But when I was at home, he went out of the courtyard one after another, passed by my door, and coughed straight "bite, gnaw".
Later, my father learned about it from my grandmother, and this persuaded my mother to release her restraints on me. Although I no longer slept on the top of the hard cabinet and went into the backyard to sleep on the sandalwood quilt, I no longer dared to mention the rosary to invite the Bodhisattva.
In the autumn, my grandmother returned to the countryside, and I went back to live at home.
After Uncle Jia couldn't carry the water, Master Shanyuan and our family's water was given by Fang Yue. Fang Yue didn't ask us for wages, and my mother gave him the clothes, shoes and hats that my father and second uncle had replaced, although they were old, they were better than him. Fang Yue has to go back to the village on vacation, so he can't take care of our water, and my father can't refer to it when he goes to the countryside.
The Master said, "Let's carry it." I said, "Oh! ”
My mother repeatedly told me not to go to the well to play, saying that I would see the drowned in the well. She also often made up that someone had just drowned in the front street, and someone in the back street had just drowned, to scare me. I have a master to lead me this time, and my mother is a hundred relieved, so she doesn't care about me.
The well house is located in Bawutujing Lane behind my house. Looking at the blue street sign on the wall at the entrance of the alley, I asked Master why it was called Bawutu and if it was eight crows. He said no, no, Bawutu is the Manchu language of the Qing Dynasty, which means auspicious. If you drink the water from this well, you will be lucky.
There are a lot of people who carry water, and when they see us old and young coming to carry water, they all feel very smiling, and they all say that you go back wow, and I will send you two loads in a while. Master said I won't trouble you, I won't trouble you. They took the initiative to fill our buckets with water and then to the level.
I am in front, and Master is behind. I squatted down a little and put the cane on my shoulder. Master said I will let you get up and you will get up again, and I will let you go and you will go again. I said oh. The master hooked the cane around the cane, and the two arms hugged the cane tightly.
I asked, "Why not?" The Master said, "Wow—"
I asked, "Why don't you go?" The Master said, "Let's go—"
Seeing the posture of the two of us, listening to the conversation between the two of us, the people in the well room and the well platform laughed.
Master gave me a lot of concessions, and I didn't feel the slightest bit of panic, and I didn't think it was much heavier than the schoolbag I was carrying when I was in school.
When we got to the gate, we gently and slowly put the bucket on the ground. Master took out the cane for me to hold. He held the bucket in both hands, and moved the bucket little by little on the first step with his legs crossed. I wanted to come forward to help, but he wouldn't let me, "Look at the sprinkler, look at the sprinkler." With that, he went up the second step. He went up all five steps in one go, and then he rested. After resting for a while, he went down three steps and entered the hospital.
This bucket of water was carried into our house. I kept holding on to the second bucket of water and carried it into the backyard. We carried four barrels in one go. I'm addicted to lifting, and I still want to lift. My mom said goodbye, goodbye. Master said again, again.
After that, even if my dad was here, we didn't need him. I thought it was so much fun to carry water, so I hoped that my mother would run out of water quickly, and I also urged Master to wash your socks, your gown, and your pillowcase. Since we carried the water, Master has indeed washed more often than before, and his clothes have been cleaner than before. In addition, mung bean sprouts are also born diligently, and they are born without waiting to be eaten, and they are born again without waiting to be eaten. Return to our family and shares. My mom doesn't want it, let me send it back. I'll send him back. He sent it again. He didn't enter the house, but stood at the door and said, "I'm here to recruit people." Besides, if you don't recruit someone to carry water with me, you can still give birth to mung bean sprouts? ”
Raw mung bean sprouts do cost water. Master didn't have special furniture for mung bean sprouts, so he put a pot and a bowl on the left, and they were placed everywhere. There is a square thief plate with seedlings more than three inches tall, and the greenery is really beautiful. But I always felt that it was different from mung bean sprouts, so I asked what it was. He said it was pea seedlings. I asked if it was for good looks or for food. He said it was for the sake of good looks and for food.
"Tsk! It's really good. It's like the grass of the field. "I'm kind enough to flatter.
"Bastard!" He yelled rudely, "You know your mother is peeing!" ”
I was stunned for a moment, and then reacted with the last sentence: "Your mother is standing up to pee!" ”
I slammed the door and left. I didn't go to his house for two days. I don't lift my eyelids when I meet them on the road. On the third day, he had another cough at my doorstep.
Cough you cough in vain, you have to be really sick to deserve it. I'm not distressed when I'm dead. What kind of monk are you, what kind of person you do good. If you have an opinion about my mother, you shouldn't scold people for no reason. I'm going to ignore you anymore. You are a false monk. You are afraid of flies and mosquitoes, so let me beat you to death. You didn't do anything to go to heaven, and you sent me to hell. You can call it yourself later. You don't know how to recite scriptures, you can recite a few lines of poetry. You read medical books without reading scriptures, in order to make money for others. People pretended not to accept the money, and finally said that they were buying incense and stayed. You are a false monk. You've ever eaten meat. That day, I drank oil tea at the gate of the courtyard and let you taste it, and I said that it was very fragrant and delicious. At the time, my mother didn't dare to say it, but later told me that there was butter in it. You've eaten meat. You are a false monk. You curse the animals. When you play chess with Whitebeard, you often scold "your mother's day, your mother's day", which is animal talk. You are a false monk, a false monk.
When I came home from school at noon, he intercepted me at the gate hole, and I had nothing to say: "Is school homework tight these two days?" As he spoke, he reached out to touch the top of my head. As soon as I shrank down, I slipped under his arm, and I ran, saying, "You are in charge!" You don't care about my schoolwork! ”
My dad heard it and said I didn't know how to be polite. I said that whoever called him scolded for no reason. I told my father about the grievances I had suffered that day, but after hearing it, he criticized me and said, "This is your fault, how can what people eat be grass?" Isn't this tantamount to scolding Master for being a donkey? Can Master not be angry? Besides, if Master is in his 70s and takes the initiative to talk to you over and over again, you shouldn't make a child lose his temper anymore.
Oh, it's me who made the mistake for a long time, it's him.
After dinner, I flipped through to the backyard with my books and workbook. I also followed his example, and coughed a few times at the door first. I slapped my clothes a few more times, and bent down to tie my shoelaces, which I didn't need to re-tie.
When he heard it, he hurriedly opened the door and said, "It's a recruitment, come quickly." Look cold. I held up the book and said, "I don't recognize many words." He said, "Come into the house, Master will teach you." ”
We looked at each other and left quickly, both of which felt very embarrassed.
I was doing my homework at his house that day. He made me camellia for me to drink, saying that drinking it was bright and not confused. I took a sip and it was so sweet. I don't know how much sugar he put in it.
In retrospect, Master Shanyuan and I had such an awkward encounter. Since then, we haven't blushed. Since then, I have been doing my homework at his house every day until I was admitted to Datong High School with excellent grades.
Datong Middle School is in the west of the city, more than ten miles away from the city, and students are not allowed to go to school, and they all live on campus. It took a week to let me go back to the second home.
On the morning of the first time I went to school, I pushed my bicycle out of the gate and saw Master Shanyuan standing next to the lion. There was a distinctly melancholy look on his face. I followed the example of the adults and held out my right hand to him. I wanted to say goodbye, but my throat seemed to be blocked by something, and I didn't say it. He clasped his hands together and clenched my right hand tightly, his lips squirming one by one, his throat squirming, but he didn't say a word in the end. When I was riding out of the alley, I heard him shout in a long voice behind me:
"Ride slowly—pull over and ride—"
My father and mother have emphasized this to me many times, but from Master's mouth, I have an indescribable taste and feeling in my heart, and I have brought this taste and feeling to school all the way to survive day after day.
Saturday is finally here.
The ordinary school only has a urinal door, and it is guarded by a teacher wearing a duty sleeve. Students must have a road sign from the class teacher when they leave the school. It was less than four o'clock in the afternoon, and there were quite a few students crowded at the gate. As soon as the hour came, the door opened. The students are like birds released from their cages, hula, spread their wings and fly to the west and east.
On the way, Master Shanyuan's command to "pull over and ride slowly" kept ringing in my ears. Yet I drove as fast as I could, as fast as I could back into the city, and as fast as I turned into the alley.
At a glance, I saw Master Zen Yuan standing in the opening of the gate, as if he had never left since he had seen me off on Monday morning, with his left hand flat in front of his brow, looking out over the street. When he saw me, too, he stumbled down the steps and met me.
"Don't let you ride fast, don't let you ride fast, look at this sweat."
He took out the big white cloth handkerchief that had turned gray because he was too old to wash it, and wiped my sweat for me. Then they got in the way and helped me push my bike into the yard.
"You go home first, and then eat later. I'll tell your mom about it. With that, he hurried into the backyard.
Master Shanyuan's home is decorated like a Chinese New Year, and the kang is covered with new cotton blankets. The exquisite bronze incense burner in the hall was also on the table, and it was lit with my favorite piece of sandalwood. Wisps of pale cyan smoke spilled from the top of the stove, curling upwards and filling the house with fragrance.
Dinner is my favorite smoked dried bean sprout stuffed dumplings. He was not afraid of my disorderly nature, and specially prepared aged vinegar sesame oil and garlic paste for me. The small dumplings are so beautifully wrapped, there are "wheat ears", "lotus flowers", "pomegranates", and a row of "consuming babies" with pointed tails.
Looking at this little baby, I remembered the first time I went into the backyard with my classmates. At that time, we were like this little mouse. This one is the one who starts with me, and the one behind this palace is the snot stick that runs faster than a rabbit.
Master Pingsu is always so-so when he eats by himself, as if he is coaxing people. How much effort he must have put into this meal. He made a bet with me that I wouldn't be able to eat thirty. I knew he was here to keep me fed. Because the school food was so bad, and in order to make him happy, I ate thirty of them without relieving my breath. Finally, I grabbed two of them with my hands and stuffed them into my mouth. was so anxious that he said "stunned ghost, stunned ghost".
I won. According to the pre-arranged work, I will ask him to do it. I deliberately embarrassed him and offered to sing. Unexpectedly, he was full of promises, and he didn't even bite it, and he opened his throat and sang. I only heard one sentence clearly: it is not disgraceful to stay on the Hu Festival. I understand these words, but I understand the meaning as: what happens if you have a beard. Later, I learned that he sang the classical song "Su Wu Shepherd".
To be honest, he couldn't have sung it harder. It's like chanting scriptures and like a goat's cry, and there is an old man's smell, which makes me hold my stomach and laugh, laughing for a long time. The pot-bellied Maitreya Buddha on the back wall also accompanied me laughing. When I looked up, I realized that he had already gone out. After a while, I returned to the house. I asked him where he had gone. He said I was afraid that you would laugh badly, so he hid for a while. Hearing him say that, he laughed at me again.
He offered to let me sing: I said I didn't lose? He said that I will make a riddle for you to guess, and if you can't guess, you can sing it. We used to play riddles, and I knew his riddles were difficult. I said, "Out of two." Guess one and I'll win. Then you have to sing. "He said yes, yes.
The first riddle he came up with was: the Taoist priest had two tears, and the monk wore a scarf, which was originally an ordinary word, which stumped the literati. The hint is that it can be concatenated into a single word.
I guessed for a long time but didn't guess.
"These two words are 'usual', in fact, the fan has already sued you." He said.
"Deceive people, deceive people." I shouted injustice, I regret why I didn't look for it from the face?
"The second is," he said, "the two dragons are separated, one appearing and one disappearing." Type two words. It can also be used to form words. "I wasted my mind for a long time, and I didn't guess.
"Those two words are 'pampering.'" He said. Later, he explained why the word "pampering" was used.
"What's the word for humiliation?" I want to take advantage of a loophole to show that there is something wrong with his question.
"'Bring the wine to the wind, and forget the humiliation'. Haven't you heard? ”
"Make things difficult." I cried out again.
"Sing it." He said.
"No, no," I said, "let people guess the words and change the daily necessities." ”
"It's a word, and I can't regret it." He said.
"Count!" I happily agreed. I think it's easy to guess the daily necessities.
The third riddle he said was: look at the knots, touch the knots, the two hairs are cold, and the middle is hot. Hit daily necessities.
As a result, I told all the daily necessities I could think of at home, but I still didn't guess. I asked if I had one at home, and he said yes. I asked if you had one at home, and he said yes. I asked if there was one in this room, and he said yes. I asked if I could see it in the open place, and he said it could see in the open place.
I said, "Okay! ”
As a result, it was white for a long time. I saw what I didn't say before, whether it was a daily necessities or not, a flower pot, a medical book, something to say, and it was still not right. I suspect he's kidding me. I said I don't guess, you can tell me the answer, but you can't fool me. The Master said, "You have told everything else one by one, why did you just leave that one empty?" ”
I asked, "What?" ”
He said, "Calendar cards." ”
"What's a calendar card? Why do you just look at the knots and touch the knots? ”
"The calendar board says May Day and National Day, you can only see it with your eyes, can you touch it?"
"Why are you just cold and hot in the middle?"
"Look through it, wow. All the calendar boards are cold at the top and bottom and hot in the middle. ”
I don't ask.
These three riddles convinced me. Later, I took it to school and asked the teacher to guess it.
It's a bit too bad to let people say the fourth one. Besides, I'm sure I can't guess if there are ten more. No way, just sing it. Besides, I should sing one to Master.
We had a great time this night.
On the way back to the city the next Saturday, I thought that Master would set up a canopy to watch me from the gate again, but when I turned into the alley, I saw only the two indefatigable lions. There is no Master.
As soon as I entered the door, my mother told me that Master had a high fever for several days and could not go away. I hurried back into the backyard and gently opened the damper. As usual, the first thing that hit my nostrils was not the familiar scent of sandalwood, but the pungent smell of decoction.
Master Shanyuan was lying on the kang with his face facing the sky, and his forehead was covered with wet hair and even his eyes. Fang Yue, who was sitting on the edge of the kang, whispered to me that Master, he asked every day what day of the week it was, and just now he asked several times if he had recruited people back. My heart shook. Master, he is sick like this, and he is still thinking about me.
The room was quiet, and the rapid gasping of Master Shanyuan could be heard. As he breathed, his chest and abdomen quickly fell together. After a while, his body moved slightly, and he asked what time it was, to see if he had recruited someone back, and that nothing had happened on the way. Fang Yue snickered at me and waved at me, telling me to be silent. He also wanted to hear what his third master had to say. I couldn't help myself, so I jumped forward and said, "Master, I'm here." ”
He pulled the towel away and reached out to me. It's hot. I said Master, you should go to the hospital, he shook his head. Fang Yue said that he would take the medicine he prescribed. Then I remembered that he had never believed in Western medicine.
"I can't take any medicine. I'm dying. Master said.
"Not really. You scare people. I said.
"Last night I heard owls chirping on the rooftops."
"No, that's superstitious."
"Although I believe in the Buddha, I don't talk about superstition."
Hearing him say this, Fang Yue laughed out loud, but immediately covered his mouth with his hand. I didn't laugh, I felt bad, I couldn't laugh.
Master breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Before a person dies of illness, some parts of the body have already died, emitting a kind of putrid smell. The owl is sensitive to this smell, and it will fly in search of the smell. Many people attract owls before they die. ”
I don't know if he was talking about scientific reasons, whether he heard owls last night or not. But that's what I'm a little scared of. I'm afraid he's really dead. I quickly turned away from the conversation and said, "Master, wouldn't it be better for you to drink the gnocchi soup I tossed?" I'll do it. ”
The gnocchi soup is ready. I fed him spoonful by spoonful. Taking advantage of his inattention, he fed the aspirin noodles he had taken from home into his mouth. After eating, he was a little more energetic, and his voice was louder. He asked Fang Yue to take the two red lacquer boxes on the Half Eight Immortals table in front of him. He said that you can take this Fang Yue who pretends to be money. The other recruits you stay.
"No, no, no!" I said repeatedly. I'm scared. I think he's really going to die. I turned and ran away, and when I ran home, I cried loudly.
The next day was Sunday, and three meals in a row were mixed with gnocchi soup. Or I'll feed him. According to my mother's instructions, he was secretly fed aspirin noodles for breakfast and dinner.
As I hurried back to the city on another Saturday, I saw from afar that Master Good Fortune was standing with the two faithful lions to welcome me back. Before I could enter the hospital, he said, "Thanks to your little ghost, the owl made a big joke with me."
This must be Fang Yue's secret.
Master Shanyuan's kang head is stacked with a lot of thick books such as ancient poems and lyrics. I couldn't read it, and sometimes he would tell me. I learned from him many of the verses I remember that no one else had heard. For example, "the Zen heart has been stained with mud, not chasing the spring breeze up and down", "the morning bell and dusk drum are not in the ear, and the bright moon is lonely and the clouds hang long", people do not know their origins. It must have been influenced by Master Shanyuan, and after entering junior high school, I also read books such as ancient poems and ancient words, and often read them in the school library. I found that most of the ancient literati and scholars had a name or a name. I also imitated the ancients, and came to a long list of titles such as "surname Cao, name Naiqian, Chu Han number, Qu Yiyi layman". I also dipped a brush in the white pulp of my mother's brush pot, and wrote this long string of words on the stone tablet of "Liufang Baishi" where I entered the moon gate.
Good karma happened to come over, standing in front of the monument and watching. I wrote it there for him to see. I secretly observed his expression, and I was very proud to see him smiling.
After reading it, he first praised my calligraphy for making great progress, and then asked me who gave it to you. I said I was just playing with it. I'm pretending to be humble.
"Chu Han. Well, there's literary brilliance. Qu one day. Well, it's well folded, but it's a little bit inappropriate. ”
"Which? Inappropriate. "I'm fluttering, he doesn't say it's right. I asked unconvinced.
"All the men of this man who are called laymen are named after the names of the places. Li Bai lived in Qinglian Township when he was a child, and later called himself 'Qinglian Layman', Bai Juyi once built a stone building in Xiangshan, and called himself 'Xiangshan Layman', and Su Shi lived in Dongpo of Suzhou, calling himself Dongpo Layman'. ”
I don't know any of that. I feel hot on my face.
Shanyuan smiled with thick lips and said, "If you want to recruit people with titles, I think it's good to be called 'Mud Wall Layman'." ”
I asked, "What do the words 'mud and mud' mean in our mud temple?" ”
He said: "The Nihuan Temple was built in the second year of the Kangxi reign of the Qing Dynasty. The mud is the Pure Land of Bliss on the other side of the bitter sea. It's a great place to be carefree and hassle-free. As he said this, he lifted his head and looked out at the far west. His expression was focused, as if he had seen the desirable land of the mud.
Not long after this incident, an unprecedented rebellion began.
The four seas are churning, and the five continents are shaking. The disaster that the Chinese themselves could not get along with themselves began.
Because my mother was not worried about being transferred to work in other places, my father went to visit him. There was no one at home. That afternoon, my Red Guard comrades-in-arms and I went to Kouquan Town to finish the Four Old Rebellions, and then returned to school, lying tired in bed.
Suddenly, I felt flustered, and it was like I had drunk more cough medicine once.
What's wrong?
When I calmed down, I suddenly realized, could it be that something happened to Master Shanyuan?
I jumped out of bed, pedaled my bike and rode into town. I met several groups of teams along the way, and I don't know who they were fighting. When I entered the west gate, there was another bunch in front of me, blocking my way.
A dozen red armbands surrounded a man wearing a tapered white paper hat. The paper hat was more than three feet high, like a shouting trumpet. The slogan on it was written in black letters. The man in the white paper hat held a gong in one hand and a hammer in the other, and his face was smeared with the bottom of the pot black. He was dressed in flowers. A rope is tied around his neck, led by a red armband. The rope was tight, as if it were pulling at a sheep that couldn't walk. The white-hatted man shouted and struck the gong.
"I'm a gangster—" "Whoa—"
"I'm the rich and the right-" "Huh-"
"I'm a Su Xiu spy-" "Huh-"
"I'm a cow ghost snake god-" "Uh-"
"I'm a spy of the Jiang bandits—" "Huh—"
The man's voice was so hoarse that he could barely scream.
This person in the white paper hat is none other than Master Shanyuan. But I didn't recognize or hear it was him.
I bypassed the crowd and turned into our alley.
Oops!
My heart ......was beating violently. From afar, I saw both lions lying on the ground.
I rushed to the backyard, "Master! Master! "Loud calls, all I answered were the chirping finches.
All the plaques in the backyard fell to the ground and were smashed into several pieces. The heads of the Buddha statues in the south hall were knocked down. Some of them were broken, some of their eyes were gone, and there were only two pits left. The saints in the hall were all pushed off the altar. The wooden fish was smashed flat, and the copper chime was smashed. The drapery and the lotus banner were torn into pieces. In the bedroom, there were chess pieces, chess stones, and rosaries scattered all over the floor. The big-bellied Maitreya Buddha hanging banner was pulled to the ground and torn into two pieces, although the big-bellied Buddha still had his mouth wide open, but it was no longer laughing, but shouting and crying to the sky.
I heard a commotion in the front yard, so I ran out. The red armbands dragged Master Shanyuan into the courtyard from outside the gate and threw him to the ground with a "tom".
That's when I recognized him.
His floral clothes were torn, and his shoes had been lost somewhere. Because it is connected by wire, the white paper hat is still held around the neck. There was a wound on the top of the bald head oozing blood, and blood, sweat and tears were mixed together, scraping the bottom of the pot on his face one by one.
Master, his eyes were closed, his face pressed against the brick floor, and he gasped for breath urgently.
My heart tightened.
My blood is pouring up.
My hair stood on end.
My upper teeth bit my lower lip.
My eyes are on fire.
I want to rush forward. I wanted to rush forward and pick him up. I wanted to rush forward and pick him up, and the old man said to him, "Master, don't be afraid! There is a recruit, who bullies you, I slaughtered him! ”
However, I didn't end up doing that. didn't help him, didn't kill anyone, but turned around sharply and withdrew from the crowd, returned to his house, threw himself on the kang and pulled down the quilt to cover his head and cried, crying, crying.
I don't know when it gets dark. There was no shouting or noise outside. Deathly silence.
What about Master?
There is no in the courtyard.
Running into his house, I dimly saw him lying on the floor of the hall by the faint light outside the window.
He's dead?
My heart was pounding and pounding. As soon as he shouted, Master threw himself on top of him, let go of his throat and began to cry. Crying and crying, I felt Master's hand on my head.
"Master, are you still alive?" I cried and said.
"I didn't see you, how could the master bear to leave."
Hearing his crying words, I cried even harder.
"Good boy, don't cry, go to the master, pull the lamp."
I lowered my cry and sobbed and pulled the lamp. Undo the torn paper hat that still hangs around his neck. Hold him on the kang. Take off his ragged clothes and wash his face and hands. I found a half-tube of penicillin eye ointment from home and applied it to the wounds on the top of his head and face. I asked him if it hurt, and he said yes.
Why doesn't it hurt? The more he said yes, the sadder I became.
I said, "Master, are you hungry, I'll make you a gnocchi soup." He said, "Not hungry." Oh. Do wow. ”
Before feeding him the soup with a spoon, I looked into his eyes and pleaded, "Master, you eat this first." "I stretched out my hand, it was two Western medicines, painkillers.
"Eat. I eat. I eat. He spoke in fits and starts, one sentence louder than the other. He put two painkillers in his mouth and chewed vigorously. At the same time, two large rows of tears rolled out of his eyes.
"Master, don't cry. When you cry, I want to cry again. I said. In fact, salty tears have long rolled into my mouth. Afraid that it would affect his eating, I tried my best to restrain myself from crying.
After eating, I begged him to come to my house and sleep. He was adamant not to go. He said that he was afraid that the Red Guards would find out, and that it would not be good for him or me if they knew. He looked at the red armband on my arm and said, "Think about it, you want to know that you can spare me?" Not only can I not get to you, but you should leave this hospital early tomorrow morning. I want to see Master, it's dark, and then come back. Tears welled up in his eyes again.
I also wept and nodded obediently. I said, "Tomorrow morning and noon, you will have to take pain tablets, and I will come back to see you in the evening." ”
Before parting, I laid out a futon for him, brought him a night pot in, and left him more than half a bottle of pain relief tablets, so I reluctantly left him and returned to the front yard.
In the middle of the night, I felt that someone was shaking me. Later a voice was heard.
"Recruitment. Recruit people, wake up, recruit people. ”
When I opened my eyes, it was Master. He came into my house at some point and turned on the lamp. He was holding a handful of things in both hands.
"Recruiting, this is half a string of prayer beads. The red lacquer box was confiscated and taken away. This is the string that Master usually uses. Let them break it, and the beads are gone. I just picked up some skewers and put them together. You love it. You take it wow. ”
I picked it up and looked at it, and the yellow bead at the end was there. I took it and put it under the covers. Master smiled, turned off the light and left. I remembered that it was the first time he had smiled that night.
After a while, he came in again and pulled the lamp and said, The Red Guards have destroyed your bookcase in the South Hall, and I can't move it alone, so let's carry it two and carry it back to your house. I said no, just be there. Rummag and rot. I also said I was very sleepy. He said then you sleep wow wow wow and left.
I don't know how long it took for Master Shanyuan to wake me up again. We were so tired from the rebellion during the day, and because I slept late, I was so sleepy that I didn't even want to open my eyelids. Master, what are you doing here? I stared at him in fascination.
His face was grim, his expression was solemn, and he said, "Zhaoren, you are also a Red Guard, tell me if Master and I are a cow ghost and snake god." I shook my head and said, "No." ”
"Isn't it?"
"It's not. Master is a very good person. ”
"You say I'm a good person?"
"Great, nice guy."
"You sleep wow."
As soon as he lowered his head, he touched my forehead with his thick hot lips, turned off the light and left.
The next day I woke up, and it was dawn. But it is estimated that it is not the time for the Red Guards to rebel, and it will not affect him if he enters the backyard. I want to make a bowl of gnocchi soup for Master before I go back to school. But the curtains of his house were closed, and he couldn't open the door even if he pushed it.
He was so tired. Let him sleep. I'll talk about it when the night comes back. I rode back to school.
At lunch, Snot Sticks came up to me and asked me in a startled manner, "Do you know?" The monks of your courtyard committed suicide in fear of sin. ”
"Huh?!"
My head thumped.
"Just now when I came to school, I passed by your alley and saw a lot of people in the alley. It turned out that the Red Guards of the Third Middle School went to fight the monk of Shanyuan and called the door, kicked it open with his foot, and the monk was hanging in the Buddhist hall. There was also an empty bottle of painkiller pills in his pocket. ”
I froze.
For many years, I have been inquiring about Master Shanyuan's resting place. I want to burn some paper thread in front of his grave to burn some incense, and then serve a bowl of gnocchi soup. I also want him to see the half of the rosary he left me, which I still keep, and I will treasure it forever. But I never asked. All I know is that he has gone, and he has left me and left the world. But to the land of the mud of Elysium, which he said? If there was such a place, I believe he must have gone there. He longed for it, and he said it was a carefree place.
About the writer
Cao Naiqian, born in 1949 in Yingxian County, Shanxi Province, is a third-level police inspector, a famous contemporary Chinese writer who has a wide influence at home and abroad, and his works have been translated and published in English, French, German, Japanese, Swedish and other languages. Ma Yueran, a judge of the Nobel Prize in Literature, said that "he, like Li Rui, Mo Yan and Su Tong, is a first-class writer in China" and "one of the most promising writers in China to win the Nobel Prize in Literature". His representative works include the novel "I Can't Help Thinking of You in the Night", the essay collection "My Life Notes - You Become a Fox and I Become a Wolf", the short story collection "The Last Village", and the novella collection "The Loneliness of the Buddha".