Chapter 42 It's farewell to each other

At dusk, the long evening drum beats the silent mountain forest, and plum blossoms fall on the stone paths, courtyards, and corners where the moss is fading.In the release pool, there are actually a few white lotuses, which have gone through a thousand turns of prosperity, blooming quietly in seasons that do not belong to them. It was time for evening classes in the nunnery again, and I told Huashan that the Buddhas in the Daxiong Hall here are very charitable. Huafan said that all Buddhas are merciful, and they all have tolerance, tolerance, detachment and many other good intentions. I laughed, this Buddha is not what you think, you will understand when you see it.

Wearing a wide black dress, kneeling on the futon, drawing a fan, saying that those scriptures are too difficult to understand, so just hold a copy of the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" and recite it in front of the Buddha. Viewing the Bodhisattva Bodhisattva for a long time, if you practice the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, you will see that all the five aggregates are empty, and you will endure all hardships.Relic, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true of thinking and knowing.Shariputra, is the empty phase of all dharmas, life is immortal, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing...

... There is no vision, even the unconscious, no ignorance, and no end to ignorance.Even there is no old age and death, no old age and death, no suffering to destroy the way, no wisdom and no gain, no gain, so stay away from reversing dreams, and finally build Nirvana... This time, I didn't look at the Buddha, but looked at the ancient bronze mirror hanging on the beams and pillars of the main hall. It can be seen that the five aggregates in the Buddhist temple are all empty. When we left, Huafan and I were silent in each other's thoughts. This kind of beginning without detachment and ending without meditation made us fall into a mysterious emptiness.

The pilgrims have already gone back, and the backs of those passers-by are locked outside the door, leaving only the wishes they made in front of the Buddha. After eating vegetarian food, in the cool courtyard, I chatted with the painting fan and Mrs. Miaochen over a glass of tea under the moonlight. The teacher said with a smile: "Such a spring night, such a gathering, I am very familiar with it." Hua Fan doubted: "Familiar? Could it be that Shi Tai once had tea with the old man in the nunnery?" "Perhaps, the poor nun can't remember clearly, but I just vaguely feel that such a scene is very familiar. Maybe it has happened before, maybe it will happen in the future, or maybe it's because of you two peerless beauties, making the nunnery shine Quite a few." The teacher's words are always puzzling.

I joked and said, "Didn't Buddhism say that all living beings are equal? ​​Huafan and I are all living beings, no different from them." The teacher looked at me and said with a smile: "Remember what the poor nun said, maybe one day, you will have the same feeling, familiar pictures, familiar people, familiar stories." Hua Fan smiled: "Master, could it be that my sister Meiwan and I really want to go to the nunnery to practice in the future?" The teacher laughed lightly: "You still have a long way to go in the future, it's a poor nun's lie."

Maybe it's because I cherish the time in Cuimei Temple and spend my days in such a budget-friendly manner.Sit until late at night before going back to the house to rest. Lying on the bed with the painting fan, I just remembered that I had no dreams last night, and since I entered the palace, that nightmare has been entangled with me all the time.I asked the teacher, and the teacher and Mama Hu in the palace gave the same answer, it is a demon. If leaving the palace can calm my demons, then I am willing to choose to leave. In the silent night, a scented oil lamp illuminates all our thoughts.Looking at the painting fan lying beside her, she couldn't help asking softly, "Sister, tell me something about Firework Lane. I want to know what happened there after I left."

Huafan turned around and smiled at me: "What else can there be in Firework Lane, it's just a romantic affair where the candle is extinguished and the hair is left behind." "That's right, I saw nothing more than these things in those two years." After a pause, he asked again: "By the way, I wonder if the yamen servants have found the murderer who killed Yin Xianxian?" Hua Fan replied indifferently: "Never before, things have changed, who would investigate those suspicious cases. Besides, there must be an unusual mastermind behind this case. When you rescued Yanping back then, the strangeness during that time is still a mystery to this day. Since it’s a riddle, it’s not so easy to solve it.”

Speaking of rescuing Yanping, I thought of the young man in white who rescued me in the lane back then. Things have changed, and I don't know if he still remembers me.Do good with the heart, although good is not rewarded.If you do evil unintentionally, you will not be punished even though you are evil.Thinking about it, this modest gentleman only takes the front and goes to the back, so he must have forgotten me.Forget well, I forgot too. "This year's oiran must be my sister again." After a long pause, I said again. "No, it's not me. I didn't participate. Do you still remember the woman who played and sang 'Willows on the Riverside on the Road, He bowed to Mo Jie Acacia' last year? The oiran is her."

I searched for my memory, and I remembered the woman in the emerald shirt, and said with a smile, "Is it Liu Wuping who played and sang 'Always three spring sleeps are not enough, drunk to pass away, spring from the eyebrows'?" Huafan smiled: "My sister has a good memory, so she is the one. This year I heard that she played and sang "Ode to the Peony", which amazed everyone and won the first place in one fell swoop." "It's just that the girl who painted the fan no longer has the desire to win the championship." I smiled lightly. "That's right, I no longer have the desire to win the championship." Her voice was extremely low, revealing a trace of laziness.

The night is as cool as water, and the faint moonlight shines on the table through the window lattice, illuminating that page of ancient scriptures.I felt drowsy, but still opened my eyes sleepily, and called out in a daze, "Sister, are you asleep?" "Not yet. On a night like this, I'm a bit reluctant to fall asleep." "Yes, I'm not willing to part with it either. Every day is one day less." "Sister..." Huafan sighed softly. I put my hand on her waist and asked in a low voice, "Sister, have you ever loved?" She hesitated for a while, and answered: "You are just a prostitute, I am afraid that even love is humble. Therefore, it is better not to love." She smiled and asked: "Sister, what about you? I must love."

I laughed: "Sister, don't make fun of me, how many women in the harem dare to truly love. Love will be barren in the end." "No love, no hate, no desire, no pursuit, who can do it? Do whatever you want." Hua Fan's words made me feel relieved. The night is so quiet that you can hear the wind outside the window, the sound of falling leaves, falling flowers, and the crawling of insects and ants. Feeling the painting fan gently tucking in the quilt for me, I cuddled up to her intimately, got into her arms, and said coquettishly, "Sister, it's better for you to treat me." She gently put her hand on my pillow, her beautiful eyes revealed warm warmth: "Sister, go to sleep, maybe, just tonight, I can accompany you." I was sad, and sighed slightly: "Can't you stay with me for a few more days? I want you to accompany me, of course I can." "Yes, as long as you need." I blinked mischievously: "Either follow me into the palace, or just tonight, just for a few days, I'd rather not have it." "Hehe, let's finish tonight first." "Ok." In the early morning, there was a slight drizzle, and light green moss grew on the wet stone path, and the path was paved with red. If it was not because of parting, I would like this morning of spring rain. I sent the painting fan to the entrance of the nunnery, the carriage was already waiting, I handed her an umbrella, Yiyi said: "Sister, take care all the way." She took my hand: "Sister, stay here for a few days in meditation. When you leave, I still want to say goodbye to you." I nodded and watched her get on the sedan chair quietly, and then watched her lift the sedan chair curtain, her gaze was unbearable to look at. The carriage flies away with dust, splashing rainwater all over the ground, and falling petals. This kind of scene is neither tragic nor graceful, it is a kind of sentimental beauty. I stood at the parting intersection, watching the carriage gradually disappear, until the smoke blocked the long mountain path, and there was no trace of it. I turned around and said in a low voice, "It's a farewell to each other. I'm choked up and speechless, and the willow flowers are crying." Stepping into Cuimei Temple, outside the threshold is the old dream of the world of mortals, and inside the threshold is the Zen heart of Yunshui...