Naturally, the wine was left to the old man, and a group of us got on the boat.

From leaving the village yesterday afternoon to getting on the old man's boat this morning, it took less than a day, but it felt like years had passed. However, the road ahead was still as difficult, and it would be

How long?

Under the purple-red sky, a trace of pressure unconsciously arose in my heart, and my eyes fell on that mysterious old man.

He rowed the boat calmly, and Hui Gen'er sat cross-legged next to him. He didn't look at Hui Gen'er, nor at us, but occasionally the unknown force pushed away the wreckage of the ship and the breeze brought about scattered the wreckage.

Looking at the clothes that have long since decayed, his eyes would show a trace of pity, but it would only be fleeting.

The sound of the boat breaking the water, and occasionally the old man sighing contentedly after taking a sip of wine, everything is so quiet under the purple sky, and the gray boundary monument is getting farther and farther in the eyes.

"Brother Chengyi, do you think the old man who rowed the boat was a monk?" Chengyuan sat next to me and gently covered his mouth and nose. Perhaps the decaying smell brought by the boat wrecks all over the lake is the youthful life.

The smell that I couldn't bear was gone once I got past the water surface.

"I don't know, but I think in my heart, I guess so." Worldly people don't care so much about the three thousand trouble threads on their heads. There is only one kind of person who insists on shaving them off, and that is the monk.

For nothing else, just for the respect for the faith in my heart.

"Then why does the monk want to drink?" Chengyuan asked me in a low voice.

Monk drinking? The monks I know are not always so serious. Uncle Hui who eats eggs and occasionally drinks alcohol, Hui Gener who eats cakes, and Jue Yuan who loves beauty. But how should I answer this question?

"There are too many things that need to be given up to show the purity of the six roots. I am a Buddhist. But giving up forcibly and letting go on your own are probably two different things! You can't let go because there is bitterness in your heart. Take a sip.

It may not be that he is willing to fall, but at least he is sincere in front of the Buddha. Maybe

Finally, one day, under some pain, the person who was a good drinker finally gave up drinking. That probably meant he really quit and really let go." The conversation between Chengyuan and I was very quiet, but I didn't want to hear it.

At this time, the old man seemed to be talking to himself and said something, which fell in our ears.

Chengyuan blushed slightly, after all, it is always not good to talk about others like this.

But it suddenly dawned on me that what the old man said was essentially the same as Master's saying that you can only put it down after you pick it up. However, the meaning of vicissitudes in the middle was heavier than Master's.

"What are you worried about?" Hui Gen'er suddenly spoke.

The old man didn't answer Hui Gen'er's question, and didn't even look at Hui Gen'er. He took another sip of wine, narrowed his eyes with pleasure, and suddenly said to us: "The flowers on the hillside are all over the field.

,Does it look good?”

No one answered, that kind of red and white flower, you say it is beautiful, but it is full of a tragic atmosphere of death. As long as there is life and no special hobbies, who can appreciate it?

We didn't answer, but the old man kept to himself and said: "The legendary hell is full of flowers blooming along the way. Some people say that the flower is the Lycoris of this world. That is nonsense. The real flower should be after death."

, bring it to the underworld and water it with the last drop of your heart’s blood.”

What kind of crazy talk is this? Why do I think it’s nonsense when I hear this?

"Here, there is a being who wants to turn it into a real hell, and also wants to bloom flowers from the other side along the way, so he uses the decayed blood of living people to irrigate it, but in the end, this kind of strange flower blooms. On top of the pale white, a drop of

Red and pale are the loss of vitality, and a drop of red is the last blood that spreads. Can you smell the temperature of the flower? Just

Like human life, it has such a sweet smell. It is the sweetness brought by desire that fills the whole life, but it also has a pungent smell of blood. It is the smell that blood emits when it is decaying, and it is also the feeling when it is painful.

The taste will fill your throat." The old man said quietly, but inexplicably, goosebumps appeared on my back.

What is the connection between such a fragrance and life? Or, this is also a question that all of us have, but the old man quickly answered us: "Life is always accompanied by various desires. The simplest food, clothing, housing and transportation bring you

Enjoyment, satisfaction, sweet tranquility. But life is also accompanied by all kinds of pain, birth, old age, illness and death. Use sweet desires to cover up the pain of birth, old age, illness and death. Human beings have always done this, so this kind of flower blooms."

"It's just that, to put it this way, isn't it a little simpler and a little empty? Desire and pain, but no spiritual fulfillment and indifference? That's because many people have forgotten their own souls, so this flower is pale and feeble.

Can't bloom more beautiful colors, what I see here is not the world

There are all kinds of things in the world, but they are all kinds of things in the ghost world. I want to save my soul and let the flowers of life bloom more beautifully, but I find that my dream is too big and my strength is too small. Little monk, tell me, if one day, this

If everyone in the world has gone, will the world be filled with red and white flowers, and are there other colors?"

The old man's words were crazy enough, and there was also a sense of despair in them, but Hui Gen'er stood up and simply said: "Flowing things, if you look at them, they are boring, but they are meaningless."

"Huh?" The old man narrowed his eyes, waiting for Hui Gen'er's explanation.

"Just like people, whether they are moving forward or retreating, they are always moving. Perhaps today, only desire and pain are consumed in life. This may not be the case tomorrow. Perhaps in the long future, people

will pay more attention to the soul and

Soul, this pale flower is just a temporary thing, why should you obsess over it and suffer from it? How can a Buddhist have such obsession? No matter how big or small the power is, just do it. Saving people will never be

It's a short-term effort." Hui Gen'er replied calmly.

After hearing Hui Gen'er's words, the old man's eyes lit up and he suddenly asked: "What is your Dharma name?"

"Hui Gen." Hui Gen'er answered simply.

"Hahaha, indeed, what an arrogant name. However, it is not worthy of the name! Okay, okay. Actually, I am not suffering from this. I just want to see if you are still standing still.

"After the old man finished speaking, he suddenly drank several sips of wine happily.

Then he waved his hand and said: "Come back safely, I will leave a drop of blood for you."

Hui Gen'er looked at the old man without speaking, his eyes full of doubts, but in the end, under the indifference of the old man, he stopped talking and asked nothing. In the end, he sat quietly beside the old man and fell silent.

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Under the purple-red sky, Hui Gen'er's figure sitting cross-legged and the old man rowing a boat in the background are like a deep silhouette. Maybe this is Hui Gen'er's opportunity?

When I was thinking wildly, the old man suddenly said: "We're almost there."

I raised my eyes and saw that the layer of fog that we could not see through on the hillside was suddenly in front of me. In the distance, the boundary monument had shrunk to a straight line that was about as small as my index finger. I looked at it with nostalgia.

A glance at the boundary monument revealed that the boat had quickly entered the mist.

As soon as I entered the fog, I felt irresistibly misty. Everything in front of me became a bit real and illusory. In fact, the scenery did not change much in the fog. The sky was still purple-red, and it was still purple-red.

It's a lake, but there is a flat reef about the size of a house in the lake. On the edge of the reef, there is a protruding reef that stretches out like a road.

There is nothing, this is the new city? In this half-conscious confusion, I couldn't help but think this, but I also felt that something was wrong with this confusion. I looked at everyone on the boat, except for the old man.

They all felt a little hazy, with their eyes half-open, as if they were about to enter a hearty nap.

The slight shaking made us slightly awake, but even more dazed.

The old man said calmly: "We're here, why don't you get off the boat?"
Chapter completed!