Chapter 4 fourth quarter
It is said that people start to remember things from the age of three or four.But my memory can be traced back far to the moment of birth.I am not surprised by this.Because I am standing on this side of the Styx River, watching the scenery on the opposite side leisurely, the sorrow and joy, tears and laughter in this life are like flowers blooming and blooming, boundless love and moonlight.
Along a huge scarlet river, I squeezed my way into this world.It was so cold I could barely breathe.White is everywhere, the cold white makes the red of the river suddenly mute and freeze.
The thin hand reached out and snapped the purple tie between the two.Her fingers were exploring, as if they wanted to touch my body.However, it paused in mid-air, hung down powerlessly, and never moved again.At that moment, I cried with a "wow", and I was blown away.
I don't know how long I cried until my voice became hoarse and the pain was like a fire.
Many years later, I looked back at that scene, crying in the deserted ancient temple on the back mountain of Kongtong, as long as a lifetime.In the dim light of the ever-bright sea lantern, I saw the tears of the stars sliding on my little blue-purple face.At the beginning of my life, I did nothing.
A pair of straw sandals worn by Taoist priests appeared in front of my eyes.I stopped sobbing and stretched out my arms to the old man.
But he didn't hug me, he just frowned his thick eyebrows, staring at the quiet body beside me.I was afraid, and felt that his eyes were full of ice scum.
The old Taoist finally bent down, rolled up one of my sleeves, and wiped away the blood.This position makes me very uncomfortable.But the more uncomfortable thing is yet to come.The old Taoist lit a torch and threw it on the corpse.
I cried again.Even though I know that she is as cold as snow, she has always been my only reliance. If she melts in the fire, I will have nothing.
"If you don't burn it, there will be endless disasters." The beard of the old Taoist trembled slightly.
The flames rolled higher and higher, covering her beautiful and peaceful face.I was so sad that I tried my best to tear off the sleeves of the old Taoist priest, shouted in a hoarse voice, and refused to calm down again.
The old Taoist obviously had nothing to do with me, so he turned his head and said, "Come and hug her."
The door opened, and a handsome child ran in.The old Taoist let go of his sleeves, and I slipped into the child's arms.He held me carefully, as if holding a glazed pagoda.Seeing his cautious and curious expression, I was embarrassed to cry too loudly.
"Are you thirsty?" A small gourd was placed near my mouth.
The water is cold, but very clear, with a faint sweet taste, which cools down the burning throat.I stopped crying and sucked in the clear spring.After crying for so long, maybe I am really thirsty.
At this time, I saw a thin red thread growing on the child's wrist, which was tangled.
"Master, please give her a name." The child raised his head and looked at the old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist's lips moved, and he spit out two words: "Yan——Ge."
When I died, I looked back at the lonely lamp and recalled that the back of Kongtong Mountain was very empty, very empty.But I like the feeling of being empty, free and unattended.I know that they are all in Qianshan, where there is a magnificent view of the universe, many people are together, wearing uniform clothes, practicing swords. "Immortal guides the way—" Then there was a sound of swiping, and many bright and cold things flew up together. But few people come to the back mountain, it is too desolate.After the two old couples who raised me died, this place completely became my world. I galloped on the snow, making thousands of miles every day, never touching the ground, killing time like this.Occasionally, the woodcutters who went up the mountain were very surprised when they saw me. They said that there was a white deer on the back mountain of Kongtong. Isn't it good that a person can fly?The old Taoist who named me visits me every year.He is getting older year by year, but his words to me are getting less and less each year.I don't like the way he looked at me, as if he was looking at me from thousands of miles away.how?Could it be that my white clothes are uglier than his green cloth robes!Sometimes, his eyes would penetrate my body again, as if looking at a distant place, and at this time, the wrinkles on his face twisted into sad patterns.At this time, I will look at him so quietly, and at the same time count his white hair one by one. And I myself, seem to be in the dark, waiting for the day when my hair turns white. It's winter, holding a handful of freshly fallen snow, I feel extremely warm. Maybe the true nature of this world is snow, wild and wild, so clean.
How many years?I lay quietly, staring at a lamp like a bean, which was always bright.What is inexhaustible is the lingering love of a lifetime. My hair has not been shaved since I was born, and it grows yellow and yellow to the back of my knees. Sometimes it will be caught by pine branches, hindering my flying steps.I untied my hair, then went back to the ancient temple, drew water from the well, washed it, and combed it. I used the word "back" because I haven't forgotten where I came from.Although I don't go to the ancient temple very often, it is still my place.So when I found out later that he had packed up a house there and lived there, I was so mad. For a whole month, I scurried up and down the beams in the temple, spying on his behavior, but he didn't notice me—I always moved very lightly.He has nothing to do every day. Sometimes he meditates, and more often he is in a trance, thinking about it, and smiling to himself.What's so funny? Tired of watching, I climbed outside to pick flowers on the plum tree.By the way, he seems to like plum blossoms too, and he comes here every day.Will you come today? "Are you—" He raised his face and looked at me, a little confused.I took the opportunity to look at him, his face was very pretty. "—Little song?" I was stunned, Xiaoge.At this time, I remembered the name "Yan Ge" that the old Taoist priest gave me a long time ago.But, even if I am Yan Ge, why is he so surprised, staring at my face. "Xiaoge, you've been living here? Why don't you go to Qianshan to have fun?" I lowered my head, shook my head again, and stopped looking at him.He raised his hand: "Come down?" I leaned against him and floated down. My loose hair swept across his face like snow, and he gave a soft "huh".For some reason, I got a little scared, turned around and ran away.He didn't chase, so I ran into the temple gate, stopped, and watched him from a distance. He just stared wide-eyed, looking at the ground. "Taxue Wuhen? Your qinggong is so good!" He rushed over.In fact, he walked very fast, but he left a series of footprints on the snow.I have no footprints. "It's good like a deer." He seemed to be complimenting me. It's a man, not a deer. I don't like this analogy, so turn your face away. "Xiaoge, do you recognize me?" I shook my head again. He seemed a little disappointed.I think he thinks I keep ignoring him.I feel a little embarrassed, but I'm just not used to talking.So I carefully guessed: "The apprentice of the old Taoist——are you?" He smiled "hehe".As soon as I opened my mouth, my voice was hoarse and hoarse. "You should call me uncle." I am angry.Looking at him like that, how old is he?Actually want to call uncle! "Not uncle, but just a generation older than you." He smiled triumphantly. I ignored him and rushed into the temple.He followed in, smiled at me, and then went back to the room to continue meditating.I couldn't help but ask him: "What are you doing?" "Sit down." I know about this kind of thing.However, he is very inattentive!I have been inattentive for a month. "It will be switched on tomorrow." He seemed a little excited, and couldn't help adding another sentence, "After the switch, I have a big thing to do." I wanted to ask him what the big deal was, but he suddenly felt uncomfortable for no reason. it's dark.I wandered around in the corridor behind the Luohan Hall.Suddenly remembered that he was going to switch on and off tomorrow, so he was leaving? "Do you know what that painting is?" He is here again, really, this is also called sitting off! It was a time when the temple was full of incense in the distant years, and the murals were painted by famous artists.Now the paint is peeling off and the cobwebs are tangled. In the dim moonlight, you can still see the ghosts with green faces and fangs, the phosphorous flames and the surging evil spirit.No one ever told me what it was. "Sword trees and knives mountains, plowing on iron beds. This is the painting of Abi Hell." He said, "The hungry ghosts who committed crimes in the previous life were imprisoned there. I poured copper juice into my mouth, and my body was covered with pus, blood, and flesh. Not to mention, I had no food or water every day, and I was unbearably hungry and thirsty. Even if there was food, it turned into a raging fire as soon as I held it to my mouth. That's the pain!" His voice is clearly clear. But this story made me very sad.I was so terrified that I didn't dare to look at the picture again, and I wanted to find a place to hide for a while.I looked around, and suddenly saw that cold corpse in the ancient temple many years ago, vaguely lying in the dark.Suddenly, like ice water pouring over my body, I shrank into a ball. He didn't notice my panic: "Master said that if you cultivated meritorious deeds in your previous life, you will live forever in the Brahma Palace after death. If you have created bad karma, you will sink into Avici Hell forever after death, and you will suffer all kinds of suffering. Even if the sea goes through the sea, you cannot be reborn." no no My tears flowed out suddenly. He heard my cry and stopped. At that time, I held onto his sleeve tightly and never let go. "Don't be afraid, Xiaoge, don't be afraid if you have me." He felt it, and turned around, smiling so warmly. I just keep my head down and don't let go.At this time, I saw a tangled red thread growing on his wrist. That night, I made an exception and stayed in the temple overnight.Watching a pot of stove, daydreaming flickeringly.It turns out that spending the night like this is better than watching the moonlight in the snow, but I don't know that my life will change from now on. "If you leave tomorrow, I will go to Abi Hell." I don't know why I said that. "Then you can go with me." He said casually, "What does it look like to hide here all the time?"
When I died, I looked back at the lonely lamp and recalled that the back of Kongtong Mountain was very empty, very empty.But I like the feeling of being empty, free and unattended.I know that they are all in Qianshan, where there is a magnificent view of the universe, many people are together, wearing uniform clothes, practicing swords. "Immortal guides the way—" Then there was a sound of swiping, and many bright and cold things flew up together. But few people come to the back mountain, it is too desolate.After the two old couples who raised me died, this place completely became my world. I galloped on the snow, making thousands of miles every day, never touching the ground, killing time like this.Occasionally, the woodcutters who went up the mountain were very surprised when they saw me. They said that there was a white deer on the back mountain of Kongtong. Isn't it good that a person can fly?The old Taoist who named me visits me every year.He is getting older year by year, but his words to me are getting less and less each year.I don't like the way he looked at me, as if he was looking at me from thousands of miles away.how?Could it be that my white clothes are uglier than his green cloth robes!Sometimes, his eyes would penetrate my body again, as if looking at a distant place, and at this time, the wrinkles on his face twisted into sad patterns.At this time, I will look at him so quietly, and at the same time count his white hair one by one. And I myself, seem to be in the dark, waiting for the day when my hair turns white. It's winter, holding a handful of freshly fallen snow, I feel extremely warm. Maybe the true nature of this world is snow, wild and wild, so clean.
How many years?I lay quietly, staring at a lamp like a bean, which was always bright.What is inexhaustible is the lingering love of a lifetime. My hair has not been shaved since I was born, and it grows yellow and yellow to the back of my knees. Sometimes it will be caught by pine branches, hindering my flying steps.I untied my hair, then went back to the ancient temple, drew water from the well, washed it, and combed it. I used the word "back" because I haven't forgotten where I came from.Although I don't go to the ancient temple very often, it is still my place.So when I found out later that he had packed up a house there and lived there, I was so mad. For a whole month, I scurried up and down the beams in the temple, spying on his behavior, but he didn't notice me—I always moved very lightly.He has nothing to do every day. Sometimes he meditates, and more often he is in a trance, thinking about it, and smiling to himself.What's so funny? Tired of watching, I climbed outside to pick flowers on the plum tree.By the way, he seems to like plum blossoms too, and he comes here every day.Will you come today? "Are you—" He raised his face and looked at me, a little confused.I took the opportunity to look at him, his face was very pretty. "—Little song?" I was stunned, Xiaoge.At this time, I remembered the name "Yan Ge" that the old Taoist priest gave me a long time ago.But, even if I am Yan Ge, why is he so surprised, staring at my face. "Xiaoge, you've been living here? Why don't you go to Qianshan to have fun?" I lowered my head, shook my head again, and stopped looking at him.He raised his hand: "Come down?" I leaned against him and floated down. My loose hair swept across his face like snow, and he gave a soft "huh".For some reason, I got a little scared, turned around and ran away.He didn't chase, so I ran into the temple gate, stopped, and watched him from a distance. He just stared wide-eyed, looking at the ground. "Taxue Wuhen? Your qinggong is so good!" He rushed over.In fact, he walked very fast, but he left a series of footprints on the snow.I have no footprints. "It's good like a deer." He seemed to be complimenting me. It's a man, not a deer. I don't like this analogy, so turn your face away. "Xiaoge, do you recognize me?" I shook my head again. He seemed a little disappointed.I think he thinks I keep ignoring him.I feel a little embarrassed, but I'm just not used to talking.So I carefully guessed: "The apprentice of the old Taoist——are you?" He smiled "hehe".As soon as I opened my mouth, my voice was hoarse and hoarse. "You should call me uncle." I am angry.Looking at him like that, how old is he?Actually want to call uncle! "Not uncle, but just a generation older than you." He smiled triumphantly. I ignored him and rushed into the temple.He followed in, smiled at me, and then went back to the room to continue meditating.I couldn't help but ask him: "What are you doing?" "Sit down." I know about this kind of thing.However, he is very inattentive!I have been inattentive for a month. "It will be switched on tomorrow." He seemed a little excited, and couldn't help adding another sentence, "After the switch, I have a big thing to do." I wanted to ask him what the big deal was, but he suddenly felt uncomfortable for no reason. it's dark.I wandered around in the corridor behind the Luohan Hall.Suddenly remembered that he was going to switch on and off tomorrow, so he was leaving? "Do you know what that painting is?" He is here again, really, this is also called sitting off! It was a time when the temple was full of incense in the distant years, and the murals were painted by famous artists.Now the paint is peeling off and the cobwebs are tangled. In the dim moonlight, you can still see the ghosts with green faces and fangs, the phosphorous flames and the surging evil spirit.No one ever told me what it was. "Sword trees and knives mountains, plowing on iron beds. This is the painting of Abi Hell." He said, "The hungry ghosts who committed crimes in the previous life were imprisoned there. I poured copper juice into my mouth, and my body was covered with pus, blood, and flesh. Not to mention, I had no food or water every day, and I was unbearably hungry and thirsty. Even if there was food, it turned into a raging fire as soon as I held it to my mouth. That's the pain!" His voice is clearly clear. But this story made me very sad.I was so terrified that I didn't dare to look at the picture again, and I wanted to find a place to hide for a while.I looked around, and suddenly saw that cold corpse in the ancient temple many years ago, vaguely lying in the dark.Suddenly, like ice water pouring over my body, I shrank into a ball. He didn't notice my panic: "Master said that if you cultivated meritorious deeds in your previous life, you will live forever in the Brahma Palace after death. If you have created bad karma, you will sink into Avici Hell forever after death, and you will suffer all kinds of suffering. Even if the sea goes through the sea, you cannot be reborn." no no My tears flowed out suddenly. He heard my cry and stopped. At that time, I held onto his sleeve tightly and never let go. "Don't be afraid, Xiaoge, don't be afraid if you have me." He felt it, and turned around, smiling so warmly. I just keep my head down and don't let go.At this time, I saw a tangled red thread growing on his wrist. That night, I made an exception and stayed in the temple overnight.Watching a pot of stove, daydreaming flickeringly.It turns out that spending the night like this is better than watching the moonlight in the snow, but I don't know that my life will change from now on. "If you leave tomorrow, I will go to Abi Hell." I don't know why I said that. "Then you can go with me." He said casually, "What does it look like to hide here all the time?"