Chapter 39 Changzhi tower space to the moon

In fact, is this a kind of homecoming?Leaving the imperial palace and returning to the noisy Jinling City, I don't know if it is a short-term relief.Back then I was freed from Miyue Ferry, but now that I am an imperial concubine, I want to escape, so what is it? The sedan chair took me away from Zijin City, away from the heavily guarded forbidden area, away from the towering city walls, away from those women who were sealed up by prosperity and entangled in indifference. On the spring breeze, willows blowing the water, peach blossoms clip the path, and the sky is full of plain petals, flying paintings into poetry.The residual fragrance all over the ground is like a dream. Don't passers-by feel pity for spring?I remember who said that I only wish to take the wine out of the bottle and exile in the mountains and rivers.It's Chunzhen, who likes floating landscapes, elegant and poetic.Chunyi, on the other hand, prefers romance.

I am not greedy for the mountains and rivers in the suburbs, nor do I linger in the bustling streets, I just go to Cuimei Temple, I promised Chunyi, and I will do it.What's more, there is no place for me to miss in the turbulent world of mortals. The sound of bells pierces through the forest, the misty mountain trails, the streams and springs, the lush vegetation, the tranquility of this road is only for the pursuit of the dusty nunnery - the holy land of Bodhi, the fairy wind of the lotus platform. At the gate of Cuimei Temple, I sent the carriage back, and took my luggage and Qiuxi and the others into the temple.The plum blossoms in the nunnery have not withered, but bloom on the branches in the most splendid manner, but I understand that this is the last prosperity.The wind blows, the dance becomes a show, and the sleeves are wrapped around the fragrance. I find myself cruel. When they fall, I watch this sad scene.

In the release pool, there is only a lonely lotus leaf, waiting for the green plum to become a thing of the past.A few red fish swim leisurely, because they are in the nunnery, they are also contaminated with the aura of Bodhi. Crossing the wooden threshold, I reunited with the Buddha again, kneeling on the lotus futon and clasping my hands together.The Buddha looked at me with compassion in his eyes, and the Buddha said: "Fool, stay here, if you can really withstand the temptation of prosperity, you can endure the ordinary fleeting years." I raised my eyebrows: "Buddha, it's up to me not to stay, but once I enter the palace gate, it's as deep as the sea, how can I live up to the mighty emperor's life, the fateful arrangement."

The Buddha smiled and said, "Fate, do you believe in fate? But I am a Buddha, don't you believe me?" I focused: "I'm an idiot, I only know that people are so small in front of the Buddha, smiling like a speck of dust." The Buddha said: "You are wrong. In fact, the Buddha is just a speck of dust. Everything is dust. If people do not exist, the Buddha will not exist." I laughed and said, "Buddhas can save people." The Buddha said: "Buddha does not save people, but people must be saved by Buddha." I sighed: "If I don't save myself, I can't save it."

The Buddha said with a smile: "Then don't save, your karma is not complete, and it will be in vain if you save." I kowtowed: "Buddha, forgive me, I am a cowardly woman, in the world, I am not willing to love, but also disdain to hate, so I am more and more alienated from this world. But I am cowardly, I am selfish, I am born unable to Leave completely, and don’t want to sink without reason.” The Buddha sighed: "Being in the world is like a dream, why bother to live? It rises and falls from the heart, why bothers to die? The moon has its profit and loss, and the flowers bloom and fall. The past is long and the ups and downs are fixed. Come and come, what a joy to go! Let's go, what a pity!"

Thousands of lotus lamps illuminate the ancient temple, and none of the sacred places of ten thousand Buddhas belong to me.I sighed sadly: "The sea is long and the desire is boundless. The Buddha has magical skills and good fortune. The Buddha has no intention to save you, but the ancestors have the intention to pick up flowers. Let alone the towers and terraces facing the moon, the mortal world of all ages is crying!" I bowed my head and took another look at the Buddha, but the Buddha did not wake up, so I left. Mrs. Miaochen was waiting for me outside the door, she just smiled faintly, as before, with a fairy-tale demeanor.

Staying in the wing room, the decoration is simple, without a trace of glitz. A cup of tea, watching the cigarette curling up, the wooden fish is silent.I asked, "Master, have you heard everything?" The teacher smiled lightly: "Yes, I have heard it all. In fact, you are a very intelligent child, but there are many things in life that cannot be omitted. When you finish what you should live, everything will have its own results." I smiled and said, "Master, can I stay here for half a month? After half a month, if I am still the same as when I came, I will leave. If I am not the same as when I came, I still have to leave."

Holding the Buddha beads in her hand, the teacher said with a smile, "You have already realized it, and you have a sense of Zen in your words. Stay here, and I hope this Cuimei Temple can clear your mind." "Master doesn't ask me, what happened these days?" "If you want to say it, you will say it. Besides, if you don't say it, I know it too. I know what has happened, and I can predict what has never happened." She lowered her eyes slightly, her face calm. I looked at the curling green smoke, felt empty in my heart, and sighed: "Master, forgive me, I still can't understand it."

She smiled: "Silly boy, I don't want you to understand, I just want you to be happy. Don't be attached to everything, everything will suddenly come to you." At this moment, I actually felt that I was so close to her, as if there was some cause and effect that held us together, but I couldn't tell whether it was the past life or the present life. After a long silence, I asked, "Master, have you been here for many years?" "Yes, many years, but I have forgotten how many years. In this Cuimei Temple, half of the time I was in a daze and half of the time was awake. I wasted a lot of time wandering, but I didn't want to get it back. What?" She mused.

"Master, I'm afraid I will spend my whole life here, with the Buddha, and talking with plum blossoms." I suddenly envied my master's life. "Yes, Bodhi washes away the sorrows of the year, and the clouds and water release the mind of Zen. Day and night are like this, and I will keep it for the rest of my life." I chewed on the Zen in her words, she got up and said with a smile: "You just rest, since you are here, you can rest with peace of mind, and put aside the affairs of the world for now." "Thank you, Master." I stood up and returned the salute.

After lunch, I read a few volumes of scriptures in the afternoon and read them repeatedly.There are many pilgrims in the nunnery, but it does not affect the cleanliness here. Hong Jian tidied up everything and asked, "Miss, do you want to send someone to invite the painting fan girl?" I smiled and said, "Why, do you miss Xiangqin?" Because I have a close relationship with Huashan, Hong Jian also has a deep relationship with her maid, Xiangqin.After seeing each other for so long and finally getting this opportunity to leave the palace, it is natural that they are anxious to meet each other. Hong Jian blinked mischievously: "Don't you want to draw a fan girl? There are not many people in the palace who can talk to each other. Although Xie Ronghua and Wufei are good, they are not as good as the fan girl." Be sincere." In one sentence, the harem is cold and warm. In that luxurious and beautiful place, many women gradually wear away the precious kindness and romance in order to compete for a man. In the end, how much sincerity can they still have.Loneliness can make people crazy, jealousy can make people burn, and power can make people die.There are so many roads, but none of them are well-intentioned. They seem to be spacious and tidy, but they are actually full of thorns. She is just an ordinary woman, who can easily escape the most ordinary arrangements. "Miss...Miss..." Hong Jian called out. I came back to my senses and smiled: "Tomorrow, I will send someone to buy a painting fan tomorrow. I am a little tired today." "Well, the lady should have a good rest." At night, it is as cool as water, and the temple is silent. A sesame oil lamp in the house is flickering with dim light and shadow, and an unfinished scripture book is placed on the table, with a pale yellow hue.The moon outside the window was actually much clearer than that in the palace, hanging on the treetops, emitting the faint fragrance of bodhi. Cloiyi walked out of the wing room, only to hear the crisp sound of the copper bell hanging from the temple eaves in the wind. Along the promenade and through the stone path, Shumei looks even more lonely under the moonlight.As soon as the wind blows, the petals of plum blossoms fall one after another, within reach, and the falling red all over the ground is a colorful memory.I remembered that sentence: beauty and bones. Hong Jian held my hand: "Miss, the night dew is too cold, don't stand for too long, it's better to go back to the room earlier." "Okay, let's go back to the house." I stepped on the thin moonlight and the scattered petals, and walked away along the way when I came. The wind passes without a trace, the moon sets silently, and people go without a shadow.