On that day, the sun was shining, and I was ordered by my master to leave Daocheng Temple and start an ascetic journey. Master taught that there is no Sanskrit chanting under the mountain, and you must keep the Buddha in mind in order to cross others and cross yourself. As the youngest and most famous monk in the temple, I was quite conceited about this trip.
The chanting sounded farther and farther away from me, I also wore a pair of straw shoes and replaced it with a new pair, on this day, I was feeling thirsty, and suddenly the strange silver bell-like laughter filled my eardrums, I looked up and saw a girl dressed in red on a white horse, there seemed to be countless bells in the sky swaying happily, and my heartbeat seemed to miss a beat.
"You little monk is so handsome!" The girl in red jumped off the white horse, her skin like a peach blossom in spring, and it seemed that it could be broken with just a breeze.
"Are you really leaving?" The girl in red named Kiyoshi came from the first rays of the morning sun, her brown hair curled like a snake outside her white sculpture-perfect body, and I was in a trance and muttered, "I'll be back." ”
With my bamboo box on my back, I fled the place without looking back, this girl named Kiyoshi. She seemed to want to ask me something, and I could feel her wanting to reach out and grab me, so I couldn't turn back, never.
I waded through the mountains and waters in one breath and returned to Daocheng Temple. Master was clinging to the broom sweeping the last layer of fallen leaves in autumn, "You still made mistakes, which cannot be avoided. I fled back to my meditation room, swept away the ashes and sat down, not knowing how many more scriptures I would have to read to find the peace of mind.
I knew that Kiyoshi had been chasing me, and I didn't understand why she was obsessed with it so deeply, but it was just a one-sided relationship. She also seemed to have become obedient.
Here comes the monsters come. On that day, I was meditating in the temple, when I heard a report from a monk outside that Kiyoshi had burned down the village under the temple, injured countless people, and was now rushing to the temple. I seemed to be calm inside but anxious to come to the open space outside the temple, and in a trance I saw the Master who had been cleaning here that year.
I saw an abominable-looking, skinny monster with countless snakes spitting out letters on its head, fire in her eyes, the temple burned in an instant, the monks fled into the wilderness, the wooden structure of the temple could not escape this disaster, and the monster in front of her, how could she be Qingji? But this skinny monster in front of her, she was wearing a kimono that was extremely clean, her collar was jingling, and her blue ribbon fluttered with the wind, how could she not be Kiyohime? She could remember every word I had said, every word. I said I like blue!
I was sure that she was Kiyoshi, and she didn't know me anymore, and I didn't know what she was mumbling in her mouth. She must have something to ask me, right? Ask me if I ever liked her for a moment? Ask me why I never paid any attention to her later? I didn't even say "I don't love you" to her, did I do it properly?
She ended up wrapped around the big bell in the temple, looking like a ghost, and I walked into the big clock, and the hot fire would eventually turn everything into ashes.
Hundreds of years later, Hakubako, who inherited Kiyohime's legacy, danced in front of the Doseiji Bell and only shouted, "I hate this bell." How sad it was that he only hated a mouthful of bells, and did not hate me.
The world will spit and make fun of Qingji, but love can not always chase her, so love me, a minute away I do not want to meet her, she has been chasing the incarnated evil ghost but want to get an answer, have I really never given her a little false hope? Am I truly innocent?
The morning bell strikes a few more times, crossing millions of people's homes, always missing some people and things.