Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven How Can You See The House I Live In

Master Zhang Yao and Zhang Ziheng followed the old monk Jingyuan all the way to the mountain. The further they walked, the more primitive scene appeared in the mountain.The trees in the mountains grow tall and prosperous. Occasionally, there is an old tree that dies naturally by the roadside, but it still stands stubbornly. The dark brown branches reach out to the sky like giant hands, as if begging to God. Beg God to bless these trees that are still thriving. Zhang Yaoye said to the old monk Jingyuan who was walking in front: "Why do the trees here grow so well? They are hundreds of thousands of years old!"

The old monk Jingyuan in front said: "Amitabha, that's because everyone here believes that every big tree growing here is the soul of their ancestors. They respect these souls, and these souls also shelter them. The age of the tree The bigger it is, the more divine it is. If a tree dies, people here will not cut it down, because trees, like people, die of old age, and they will let it fall by itself one day." Zhang Yaoye said: "The people here are still so feudal?" The old monk Jingyuan said: "This is not feudalism, this is a kind of great kindness. Zhang Weichang, your foundation is very shallow. There are many things you can't see, and many things you can't see through. People! The deeper you are in the world, the deeper your foundation is. The shallower it is, the more it will become a rootless drifter, drifting with the current, and even he himself will not know where he will drift. Only the people here, they know where they will end up.”

"Where are you going?" Master Zhang Yao asked. "Will grow with these trees." "Will it grow with these trees?" "Yes, they understand that life is a cyclical process. The birth of each person shows that the soul of the ancestors came to this world in the form of a body, and the departure of a person shows that the soul has returned to the sequence of the ancestors. In their view, life and death are just the alternation of soul and body. Therefore, they don't like birth, old age, sickness and death, and live indifferently. When the people in this village give birth to a child, they will give birth to the child. Plant a tree, and the tree will grow with the child in the future. When he dies, he will cut down the tree and use this tree to build a bridge for his soul to return to his ancestors. Bury his body deep in the depths, and erase all traces of him in this world. Merit and demerit, right and wrong, all become a passing cloud. Afterwards, they will plant another tree on the dead person, and life will continue Another form continues..."

Master Zhang Yao said: "Is there such a strange custom of birth, old age, sickness and death?" The old monk Jingyuan said: "The people here are the closest to the Buddha nature. Therefore, the aura here has been maintained very well. It is the closest to the spirituality of nature." Master Zhang Yao said impatiently to the old monk Jingyuan: "Don't tell me these outrageous words! You tell me about Buddha's nature and spirituality, I know a hammer!" The old monk Jingyuan sang the Buddha's name again and again: "A-Mi-Tuo-Buddha-" Master Zhang Yao also said, "Good! Good!"

This is already a mantra that he practiced when he contradicted the old monk Jingyuan when he was young. The old monk Jingyuan led Zhang Yaoye and Zhang Ziheng to another stone-level mountain road, and the naughty figure of a monkey appeared and disappeared in the dense forest.These guys kept a cautious distance from Zhang Yaoye and Zhang Ziheng, two strangers.At the same time, they became somewhat curious about these two strangers. "Master, do you also raise monkeys here?" Master Zhang Yao asked. The old monk Jingyuan said: "I didn't raise them, they have always been laymen here."

The further you go into the mountain, the steeper and narrower the stone-level mountain path becomes, and the denser the trees and shrubs on both sides of the mountain path.Probably due to the heavy vegetation and humidity, layers of mist floated on the stone-level mountain path like a veil.An illusory sense of mystery gradually emerged in the hearts of Master Zhang Yao and Zhang Ziheng. Zhang Yaoye and Zhang Ziheng, who were following the old monk in Jingyuan, were a little out of breath and sweated profusely.But the old monk in Jingyuan is like strolling in the garden on the narrow and steep stone-level mountain road.

"Master, how far do you want to take us?" Master Zhang Yao asked as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. The old monk Jingyuan laughed and said, "It's almost there." Zhang Yaoye complained: "I said you too, it would be nice to just build two houses in a place outside, and you have to travel so far to find such a secluded place to live, isn't it a crime? You monks who practice, Talking and acting are different from us mortals!" The old monk Jingyuan laughed and said, "It's not different, it's quite different!" "Those who know you will say that you are cultivating, and those who don't know you will say that you are doing crooked ways. No wonder the rebels want to kill you!"

The old monk Jingyuan still smiled. Finally, we arrived at an open and flat place halfway up the mountain. This half-moon-shaped flat place with an area of ​​tens of square meters looked a bit abrupt in such a halfway up the mountain, but it was definitely not artificial. Dozens of hundreds of Podocarpus pine branches and leaves are vigorous and verdant. Bunches of bright sunlight shine directly from the gaps in the branches and leaves of Podocarpus pine to the green grassy ground, forming beautiful circles of aura.The shallow grass on the grass is dotted with wild flowers of various colors.There are smart rabbits and squirrels haunting the grass.

Looking at the situation in front of them, Master Zhang Yao and Zhang Ziheng were immediately dumbfounded. Master Zhang Yao murmured: "No wonder you have to go through so much trouble to come here alone. There really is a hole in the sky here!" However, Master Zhang’s question came up again immediately, and he asked the old monk Jingyuan: “There is only a bright empty dam and a podocarpus pine tree here, not even a thatched house, where do you live at night? Just sleep like a bedding and a bed?" The old monk Jingyuan laughed at Mr. Zhang Yao: "Whoever said that I don't have a house to live in, the house I live in is right there!"

Zhang Yaoye and Zhang Ziheng looked in the direction pointed by the old monk in Jingyuan. The green grassy dam was empty, only seven irregular black boulders like lying cows were placed there, just like Zhang Yaoye played with children when he was a child. In the kind of game of playing house with dolls, just find a few stones and place them in a ecstasy array. Zhang Yaoye said: "Just a few big stones, where did the house come from? You old monk, you can't play us like monkeys!" The old monk Jingyuan laughed and said: "You are a mortal with naked eyes, how can you see the house I live in?" After saying that, the old monk Jingyuan walked towards the stone formation formed by the seven big stones.

A miracle happened in the blink of an eye. I saw the old monk Jingyuan walking into the stone array as if stepping into a mysterious door. His figure disappeared in an instant, as if he had been evaporated in an instant. "Where are people?" Master Zhang Yao exclaimed. Zhang Ziheng also widened his eyes in surprise and said, "How do I know?" Two people are blinded there...