Mountain temple | chase

Every day when I open my eyes, I hate that I am still alive, and I also hate that I dare not die.

Summer is gone, autumn is suddenly falling asleep.

An unnamed mountain with an unnamed temple on the hill.

I don't know when, why, and why I came to this mountain temple.

Daily cleaning of the courtyard, chanting, meditation, and discussion of the Buddhist mysteries with the old monks. I should have been calm and wantless, but I was restless and tormented inside.

Outside the mountain temple, there is a fierce tiger, which roars at the top of the mountain from time to time, and uses the roar of the tiger to defend its position as king.

A pair of eyes the size of a brass bell stared at me deadly, making my heart hairy and unable to sleep at night.

As long as I dare to step out of the temple gate, it will surely become a delicacy under its blood basin.

I couldn't find the meaning of being alive and I was afraid of the pain of being bitten.

The only thing that could comfort me was the little brown bear at the head of the bed.

It was thick and cute, and its smile made both eyes become moon bends. Unfortunately, it was just a doll, and I couldn't feel my suffering and pain.

That night, the night of the full moon. The cold moonlight illuminated the house.

"I'll take you!" Little Bear said to me.

"How to go? The Tiger King is still outside! "I was not surprised that the bear began to speak, but felt doubly kind, like an old friend who had not been masked for a long time.

If you can't get out, fly out. A thought came to my mind. But the bear has no wings, how to fly. Then come a pair of wings.

Thoughts came out of my mind, wings growing on the bear. A pair of wings that looked like demons from hell were slowly getting bigger. It was ugly, dark red. The bear's smiling face also became a vicious grimace.

Without even thinking about it, I stepped on the bear's back and soared into the sky towards the sky.

The cold wind made me wake up instantly, I fled, free, I wanted to shout loudly, but I heard a tiger roaring behind me. Looking back, I was so frightened that I almost fell off the bear's back. The Tiger King also gave birth to a pair of white wings, which were incomparably holy under the illumination of the moonlight. The old monk rode on the back of the tiger and shouted at me, the bitter sea was boundless, and the back was the shore.

Flying bears, chasing the wind and month by month, the sea of stars galloping. We chased through the night sky, through mountains, forests and streams.

A tall tower appeared in front of it so abruptly. The bear sped up and flew toward the tower. The Tiger King seemed to be afraid of the tower, staying in mid-air and no longer chasing after him.

We plunged headlong into a room with broken glass all over the floor.

Sitting in the room was an arrogant queen, the Queen of the Forest. She is gorgeously dressed, dignified in temperament, beautiful and moving. She just glanced at me and said coldly, "Welcome to the VIP, you are so happy!" ”

The fierce guards on both sides came toward me. I wanted the bear to take me away, but the bear became a lifeless doll again, with a thick and cute look, and smiled so much that both eyes became moon bends.

I became a prisoner, accompanied only by the little brown bear at the head of the bed. The Zen room was replaced by a room in a high tower, and the moonlight was as cold as it was.

I didn't sleep all night. It was dawn and I was invited to have breakfast with the Queen.

I don't know what to eat for breakfast. All I know is that I eat tastelessly, not only can I not taste anything, I can't seem to see or hear anything.

I don't know, where I am, or what I'm doing.

"There's a house in front." The Queen's high, cold voice woke me up. I looked back and found that we had reached the depths of the forest. A path winds and turns, disappearing into the darkness surrounded by tall trees. We walked to the end of the road and saw a log cabin.

"There's a goose in the house." The queen said again. I don't understand what she means.

"Bamboo leaves can't fall on the roof, goose feathers can't fall to the ground, you can't step into the house. And I want that goose, and if you can do it, I'll let you go. "The Queen's words this time are a little long.

I fixed my eyes on the wooden house surrounded by a bamboo forest, the wind was strong, and the bamboo leaves were flying wildly. Through the window, a large red-headed goose roamed the house.

"What if you can't do it?" I was a little desperate.

"You can do it." The Queen did not answer my question.

As far as the eye can see, there are trees all around, densely packed, and there is no end in sight. Behind the queen was a fierce group of fierce soldiers, and I had no way back. He could not escape the queen's control, could not escape this great forest.

I had to walk toward the chalet. The wind grew stronger, and the bamboo leaves were blown off, forming a whirlpool in front of the small courtyard. I struggled to walk in the wind, and the whirlpool came at me. I didn't have any damage, the whirlpool collapsed, and the ground was full of bamboo leaves.

I found that after the whirlpool rotation just now, the roof was no longer full of bamboo leaves.

Pushing open the door, the big red-headed goose pounced on me. I put my hands on it. It stretched its neck to peck me. I watched as its withered yellow mouth turned into a bloody mouth full of fangs. Where it is a goose, it is clearly a tiger.

I fell to the ground in fright. The Tiger King wandered in front of me, roaring from time to time.

The bitter sea is boundless, and the back is the shore.

The old monk's words rang out behind me.

I went back to the mountain temple.

I looked around at everything familiar, and I didn't know why I was sitting on the ground. I stood up and patted the dust on my body, picked up the broom in the corner, cleaned the courtyard, chanted, meditated, and discussed the meaning of the Dharma with the old monk.

It's an unnamed mountain, it's an unnamed temple on the mountain.