The ink burned empty and listened to it.

He has not shouted, he is sitting in the same place, staring straight, staring at the front.

"Everything was very smooth, but for a while, the down-cutting world was severely cracked, the people were overflowing, and the wild was hungry."

The light is re-lighted in the early winter. There is fine snow falling in the lead-gray sky. A mountain road slowly appears in front of the ink burning. There is a layer of h.o.a.rfrost on the road, covered with fresh snow, and a staggered cross-country car.

"I didn't expect that one day, on the way I went to the foot of the mountain to take Lings.h.i.+ back, we would meet a child who was about to starve."

The ink burned still looked numbly.

Chu nightning and guilty sin appeared on the mountain road. There was a basket behind the night, and there was a stone of spiritual power inside. He wore a cotton cloth and a cold cloak, and walked next to the crime.

"Master." Suddenly, Chu Xiaoning stopped and turned to look at the gra.s.sy slopes. "Is there someone?"

"Go and see."

The two walked together, and Chu’s slender, white fingers plucked the gra.s.s, and he was taken aback. Wei Zhangfeng: “It’s a child...”

He immediately turned back and said to him: "Master, you are coming, you are screaming at him, what is wrong with him?"

what happened?

Whether you are guilty or smoldering, you can see it at a glance.

The child was dirty and smelly, and his clothes were thin. When the clothes were taken off, they were definitely not worn. The silkworms were all holes. It’s hard to say that the dogs in the temple are eating cruel and cold meals, and they are more radiant than the children.

If the child is still licking, and breathing, it is no different from a smashed rotten meat.

what happened? What else can you do?

In the face of every major disaster, the manpower is so small and small, let alone die a child, and it is not a rare thing to eat.

Only Chu Jingning, who grew up in the temple from a young age, can ask such a stupid question.

Wrinkled with guilt, said: "Don't worry, go back first. I will come to see him."

Chu Xiaoning trusted the master, so he immediately got up and obediently, but he had not had time to go, but the cloak's clothes were caught by a dirty hand.

The hand was so weak that the strength of the c.o.c.kroach was so small that it was like a small milk dog scratching gently.

Chu nightning bowed his head and looked at the little dirty face that could not distinguish the facial features.

The child’s voice was as light as a mosquito, as if a snow fell in the sky, he would be crushed and crushed.

"rice……"

Chu night Ning stunned, did not respond: "What?"

"...meal..." The child choked, his face was black, and there were only two whites in his eyes. He shuddered and made a gesture of risotto, mournfully, "eat..."

Outside the picture, the ink burned his eyes and returned half of the G.o.d.

But his mind is still numb, he can't react quickly, but the shadow of the heart feels that the scene seems familiar, like where he has seen it.

He looked straight.

In the picture, Chu Xiaoning has already stopped.

He suddenly rounded his eyes, and finally understood that he had come to the point, first of all, unbelievable, unbelievable, and then he was in a hurry and was in a hurry.

He only knows that the world is good, but he has never seen a skinny child with only skin, like a kitten and cat that is going to starve. The snowy sky is s.h.i.+vering in the gra.s.s. The only thing that can keep out the cold is a summer dress. A cold rag. Hold him, only two words in his mouth.

Rice, and eat.

Sinful and stern: "You go back first."

But this time, Chou Ning did not listen again. He looked at the little dirty dog-like child, and he was very distressed. He took off his cloak and wrapped it on the child.

He was in a hurry. It seems that this child is not suffering, but he himself. He said, "Hungry? You wait, I have rice porridge here, I have rice porridge."

He went to ask for sin, but he frowned.

"I let you go back, this is not something you should manage."

"Why shouldn't it be?" Chu night Ning stunned, "He... he is so poor, Master, have you seen it? He just wants to ask for something, and then he will starve to death."

He said that he was a bit ridiculous, and he murmured: "What is going on here? Isn't it true that the world is flat? Why?"

"go back."

Chu Xi Ning was wrong. He didn’t know why he was suddenly guilty of sin. He finally bit his lip and said, “I want to feed him some rice soup...”

"I can't help but still promise him." The voice of guilty sin was with some sighs, and with the hurricane blowing snow, floating in the ear of ink, "I gave him a pot of rice soup, allowing him to go in person." I was going to treat the child who was not coming. I didn't know at the time, this would make Chu Ningning feel something, and let him make a choice. I didn't know anything at the time."

The ink burned and stared at the night of the night, and opened the pot to the child's mouth.

The child eagerly rushed over but couldn’t move.

He is already starving to death, without any extra strength.

The ink is burning and the knot is moving.

He suddenly felt that there was a seed in the skull that buds and arched out of the mud.

He suddenly felt that all this was so familiar...

He looked at it.

He is returning to G.o.d.

Then, at a certain point, the dragon and the dragon break the waves, and the clouds roll.

He stood up and pointed into a fist -

He remembered it!

"Is it you?" He hurriedly rushed toward the night in the picture, and the pupil contracted sharply. "You are him? Is he? You are... you are..."

He couldn’t say it anymore, and he covered his eyes with his arms.

The throat is full of bitterness.

He did not think of it.

It turned out to be Chu Ningning.

- The child who was about to freeze to death between the gra.s.shoppers, after burying the mother that year, climbed down from the ma.s.s graves, nowhere to go, and begged themselves! !

The illusion coincides with the memory, and the ink has never forgotten the snowy day, taking off the teenager wrapped in the cloak.

Chu night Ning worriedly asked: "What's wrong? Can't you drink?"

Little ink burned no more words, only a weak whimper from the throat, picked up the dark eyes, and glared at him with powerlessness.

"Then I will give it to you, don't mind."

The spout was unscrewed, and the rice porridge was in the palm of the juvenile. He carefully held it. He looked hesitant. He probably felt that it was dirty. Maybe the child would not want to drink.

But he really wants more.

dirty?

From Linyi to Wusi Temple, this road burned the river, the rain, the shovel in the pool. When he had eaten wild fruits, leftovers, and most helpless, he even swallowed ants and ate the soil.

He squatted on the ground and leaned over to drink rice soup. At that time, he only felt that Yang Zhigan was in his throat, and the person who gave him soup was nine days.

"Slow, slow, not enough." Chu Yuening was surprised and sad, he looked at the dirty little head buried in his palm, miserable and embarra.s.sed, greedy and pitifully licking rice porridge, The whole volume of the tongue is like a small animal drinking water.

"Where did you come from?" He asked this question.

But the ink burned and whimpered without answering. The rice syrup was finished. Only the palm of the hand still had a little bit left. He refused to let go, and kept holding the little brother's palm, and he was so late and itchy.

Itching is the hand, and the pain is the heart.

"Nothing, still, I will pour you a little more."

Chu nightning was full of smas.h.i.+ng, and the ink burned all the time in the process. When he reached out, he went up again and couldn’t wait to continue. He squatted and sipped.

That is full of a pot of rice syrup, Chu Xi Ning holds a handful, so he feeds him to drink.

The ink has never been forgotten.

In fact, in his later ups and downs of life, he thought about it many times - if he did not meet this person at the time, what would happen to him.

He has deduced many possibilities, and there have been many ideas, but in the end they can't escape a word.

dead.

Starved to death, frozen to death, was taken away by wild wolf wild dogs, opened up the belly and eat the heart, liver and spleen and stomach.

If you don't meet this brother, you should have gone to Huangquan to meet your mother.

So later, when the ink burned on Xianjun, he had specially searched for the old benefactors in the Temple of Nostalgia, but because the time pa.s.sed, it was too long, he could not remember the face of the benefactor, and he only felt that he was facing the full house. Unspeakable irritability, and finally waved away.

At that time, the abbot was frightened and frightened. I don’t know where the Temple of Sorrow was offended, and I have been waiting for it to rise and fall. On the second day, the Emperor ordered the people to carry hundreds of scorpions, and when they opened, they were full of glory.

"If you don't know who you are, you will treat everyone like you, and you will reward the monks of the Temple of Nostalgia for the sake of living."

It turned out that he was a benefactor who couldn’t find it when he turned around. He was trapped in the life and death, and was under house arrest by him all the time. Was he bullied?

In the past, the little brother, in addition to the warm cloak, wrapped in his thin body.

Fate teasing, but he violently tears the s.h.i.+rt of the little brother that night, and puts him between the stunned bed and smashes the phoenix.

He went to the benefactors all over the world.

Without knowing it, the benefactor was forced to kneel between his legs, humiliated and bowed.

The ink burned in front of the scene, and the blood was covered with a little bit of blood.

"How... how could it be you?"

In this life, these two lives. The edge of the encounter with the king, the shallow is wrong.

It’s all life.

Everything in front of him is dark again. Only the sound of snow and snow is endless, and the voice of sin and emptiness is echoing in the distance.

"I asked the child if he would like to live in the Temple of Nostalgia, but the child said that he would give him a kindness for his mother, so he must go back to Xiangtan anyway. I left him and gave him. Dry food and a little silver." He said, "When the child swayed down the snow slope, Ning Ning stood in the same place until his back was completely swallowed by the wind and snow, disappearing into the wilderness, he only Turned back to the temple. I went to take his hand, I remember his hand at that time, cold like ice."

He was quiet for a while, but the pain in his voice was still not suppressed.

"After that day, I was told by several times that I would go down the mountain to help me. I didn't even allow him. I even blamed him for his unstable heart. When a stone came into the water, he moved his Zen heart. So I punish him for the dragon blood. The mountain wall thought, and he was embarra.s.sed for a hundred and sixty-four days."

"He originally asked me to let him out, but then I was so disappointed that I would never want to scream again. One hundred and sixty-four days, every day, I will ask him what his enlightenment, I hope every day. Can change his att.i.tude, but the answer he gave me is always two words." Long sighs, like snow and silence.

"WTO accession."

Everyone was clear and repaired, but he only fell into the adversity because he had seen a child.

"Later, he put me and his scriptures on the torch and rebelled against it. I am worried that this is not the way to end this. I ended the house arrest against him. I intend to change some methods to teach him, wait a year, his spirit. The nuclear is stable, I can take him to the ghost world, and this is all over."

"...I didn't expect that, on the evening of the end of thinking, Chu Yuening would leave without saying goodbye. I only found a letter in his Zen room. The letter said that although he had been away for a long time, he always thought about it. The child I met was still suffering, so I wanted to go down the mountain for ten days. He was afraid that I would lock him again. He left with a starry night. I was holding the letter, and it was both annoying and anxious, but there was no way. ""

Sighed with a sigh: "I don't know where he went."

The new scene is lit up again.

This time it is still in the Temple of Nostalgia, in the courtyard.

Chu nightning has come back. He is covered with dirty blood, but his eyes are extraordinarily bright under the moonlight, and there is a G.o.d.

At this moment, he is like a sacred soldier who has been forged for a long time, and no one can stop his edge.

I was guilty of standing in front of him, neither of them spoke.

However, the voice of sin in the ear of ink is still slowly telling: "After ten days, he really rushed back on time. My heart was loose, and I was glad that I had not changed. I wanted to rebuke him and let him go back to the house. I have to rest well. But I didn't think that I was waiting for a knife without a sheath."

In the picture, Chu night was stunned and bowed to the ground.

I am guilty of grief: "What is this?"

"The teacher respects or shuns the world for a long time. Now the outside is really different from the teacher. The disciples are respectful, don't stay in the mountains, look down the mountain. This is a sea of ​​nowhere, it is not a teacher." The source of the peach."

I am angry with sin: "Is it ridiculous! Do you know what you are talking about?"

Chu Jingning originally thought that if he saw the truth with his own eyes, he would certainly be able to change his att.i.tude towards listening to the ear. He did not expect that the guilty conscience would be this reaction. He took a moment to say: "s.h.i.+ Zun has always told his disciples to worry about the worries of others, and it is difficult for others.... In these ten days, the disciples went up and down to cultivate a total of 20 In the villages of the three villages, the scenes that were seen were shocking, and if the masters saw them down the mountain, they would..."

When his words were not finished, he was interrupted by anger and anger: "Who made you leave the mountain without permission?!"

"There is no sun and moon in this mountain. You should be a good fruit soon, and you will rise to the ground. Why did you rush out of the mountain and manage the red dust before you have broken through the sky?!"

"The human sufferings are endless, and you are a small repairer who can manage it! Why do you look so high!"

The more angry the guilty sin, the more the eyes of Chu Evening are getting bigger.

He watched his master's squatting in the moonlight, squatting on his sleeves, screaming at his nose, screaming, and the sea otter tree cast a heavy shadow, cutting the guilty sin. The ink burned and looked at Chu’s face, first of all, and then lost, and then became a horror, turned into disappointment, and finally settled as pain.

Chu nightning closed his eyes.

I am angry with anger: "Do you know what is wrong?!"

"..."

"say something!"

"Disciple." Chu night Ning paused, his voice was as hard as iron, "I don't know."

I am guilty of sin: "You are arrogant!"

Chu’s cheeks immediately floated red, but he immediately turned his face back, his eyes flas.h.i.+ng with incomprehensible and resentful light and shadow: “Master, you have taught me to do things righteously, worrying about the world, Why did you really encounter a catastrophe, but you want me to stand by and ignore it?"

"...this is not the same thing at all." He sinned and gnawed his teeth. "You...what is going out at the moment, what can you do? You really have a good endowment, but the sinister world is not what you can imagine. What are you going out for? To live up to the teacher’s 14 years of parenting, and to donate money for the sake of anger?"

He paused, the words swear, the golden stone fell.

"Chu Ning, you can't get away with yourself, what do you want to do?"

And Chu Yuning, at this time, is angry and sadly looking at his master.

He raised his chin slightly, and there was a fascination of water vapor in the eyes of the phoenix.

I have never seen the appearance of tears in the night of Chu, but the water in his eyes has quenched the evil fire in his heart. He stunned and hesitated: "You... oh, it’s only to fight. It hurts you?"

But the onlooker's ink burns clearly knows, no.

Chu night, where is the pain of the slap, he is a teacher who respects the respect of the child, and he will say something that is inconsistent with the tall image in his heart.

Chu nightning slowly closed his eyes. After a while, the ink burned the words that were familiar.

He said: "I don't know how to spend people.

The sinfulness of the sin is stabbed, and the figure is like a clay sculpture that is so impressed and protected.

The sound of the late night of the Chu dynasty is hoa.r.s.e and hoa.r.s.e: "All the sufferings of the world are in front of you, and the disciples are dull. I don’t know why the masters sit high all the time and close their eyes."

He finished and slowly got up.

In the moonlight, the dress he was when he went was no longer white, and there was mud and blood.

But it is so straightforward and solemn.

"This fairy, no repair."

He was horrified and stunned, his eyes were dim, and he screamed: "Counter, do you know what you are talking about?!"

"I just want to do what you taught me from childhood." Chu Yuning is also a sword, but between Zhang, he is shaking slightly, his eyes are full of sadness. "You taught me, is your morality only in On paper?! Is it that millions of victims are homeless, and there are orphans dying day and night. What I should do is not to go out of the mountain, but to accompany the ancient Buddha, to practice Zen?!"

I’m so guilty of sin and swearing: “After you fly, you can do a lot of good things!”

Chu night Ning glared at him, as if he had never seen this person like him.

His chest was undulating, his palms were pinched into fists, and his eyes were flowing in the river. The original thought that he would rush to the ground in the next moment, such as the smas.h.i.+ng of the dragon, breaking the water, smas.h.i.+ng the waves, and swearing the guilty throat to let him know the sin.

However, Chu Xiaoning trembled for a while, and finally did nothing.

At the end of his eyes, he was red and hoa.r.s.e and said: "Master, I am comprehending, not for the sake of being free and detached. Is it true that it is only for immortality? If so, I would rather not. I would rather halfway, I I would rather have nothing, I would rather stay in the world."

"Pour me all and die."

"..."

"The Master will fly up. When I finish all the people I can cross, I will come with you."

"Chu Ning!!"

Even in the illusion, the ink can feel the wrath of the day when the crime is sinned, the secret of the heart, and the disappointment of the bones.

This wood carving clay sculpture, why dare to face the fate of the person, "it", what is it? !

The guilty conscience is red, and the blood is hidden in the eyes.

He is unwilling, he is angry and angry, who should he say in his heart of hatred and secrets?

He has nowhere to vent.

In the end, he shouted at the late night of Chu, who was about to step out of the courtyard. The sound of the ice was cold to the extreme: "Counter, you stand for me."