kingnovel Chapter 730: One Name for One Flower
Chapter 730: One Name for One Flower
A few days ago, Li Changxiao wanted to sneak into the village, disguise as an ordinary tourist, visit Washe Village by chance, and then leisurely explore the mysteries there.
When I arrived at the entrance of the village, I suddenly realized that the inscription at the entrance of the village was so profound that it was probably written by an ordinary person. In any village with more than 100 households, there would usually be an inscription at the entrance of the village, a gate, which is the face of the village. There is nothing wrong with asking some calligraphy masters to nominate and write the characters.
But when Li Changxiao looked at the inscription carefully, he saw that the handwriting vaguely resembled Buddhist Sanskrit, and he couldn't help but feel suspicious. Li Changxiao had visited many Buddhist sites, and although he had never practiced Buddhism, he had a deep understanding of Buddhism. He felt something was different, so he sat at the entrance of the village and carefully observed the inscription. Gradually, he felt that these three words were obscure and difficult to understand. Although they were still the three words "Washe Village", he couldn't pronounce them when he opened his mouth, and he couldn't write them when he picked up a pen.
This shows the profoundness of this person's Buddhist teachings. As the saying goes, a mountain is not a mountain, a water is not a water, a mountain is a mountain, a water is water. Li Changxiao had a similar feeling, so he became alert. He no longer entered the village, but instead floated up to the clouds to observe.
Those who are profound in Buddhism have a pair of eyes that can see through cause and effect, past and present lives. Li Changxiao boasts that his concealment skills are first-class in the world. Instead of fighting openly and secretly with that master, it is better to be comfortable, float in the clouds, and watch slowly.
If I was hungry, I would pick a cloud and eat it as if it were a fruit to fill my stomach. After watching like this for a few days, I vaguely discovered that this small Washe Village had so many hidden dream fragments.
It is said that when a goose passes by, it leaves its feathers behind; when a person passes by, he leaves his name behind; and when a dream passes by, it leaves its traces behind. The fragments of dreams come from the thoughts in the heart of the human mind. They are vague and hazy. Li Changxiao gulped down the wine a few times, and after finishing it, he put the countless fragments of dreams into the wine gourd.
He shook it, and it was filled with broken dreams, thoughts, and insights. He held it in his hand, and it felt so heavy. These countless mortal insights and thoughts almost made him, a powerful cultivator, unable to hold it.
Li Changxiao was so amazed that he lay on the clouds, drinking in his dreams while watching the world. In a true "drunken life and dream of death", he saw countless people coming and going, countless people stopping and starting, in this small Washe Village over the past few hundred years.
The villagers died of old age, left, and then outsiders moved in and settled down... Only the village chief Dugu Lou lived at the entrance of the village, and he has never changed. His appearance has not changed, but he no longer wants to live forever, as if to warn the world?
Washe Village is getting bigger and bigger. Many people come here by accident, and many people leave here. But no one can leave with a peaceful mind.
It's because they are all enlightened. They have realized a truth: all things are equal. Or in other words, all things are worthless.
Among the countless dream fragments, there is one about Song Zhuo. He was born in Tianhe City, his family was wealthy, and when he was going to take the exam, his parents assigned him two book boys and three bodyguards. When he went out that day, the old and young in the clan all looked at him with expectation. Song Zhuo has been smart since he was a child. At a young age, he is already the best in the clan. He is proficient in poetry, songs, and statecraft. The Song family has long called him "Little No. 1 Scholar", "No. 1 Scholar", and "Wenquxing". The elders in the clan respected him very much and praised him to everyone they met, saying that Song Zhuo was different from others since birth.
Song Zhuo himself thought so too. He was in the clouds and left Tianhe City that day, full of vigor and vitality. The guards and servants who accompanied him obeyed his orders and worshipped him as a god, admiring him from the bottom of their hearts. If they met robbers on the road, they would save Song Zhuo even at the cost of their lives.
Song Zhuo was moved, and a book boy saved Song Zhuo's body. He cried all night and wrote a poem. The next day he continued on his journey until he arrived at Washe Village.
The three characters "Washe Village" on the stone tablet made him unable to recover for a long time, and he was suddenly impressed. He wanted to find out who wrote the characters and discuss academic matters with him. When he learned that it was the unprepossessing village chief, he was even more surprised and amazed.
Unlike Wang Baobao, Song Zhuo soon moved into the village and enjoyed himself with the villagers, but like Wang Baobao, Song Zhuo never thought that the fate of the accompanying guards and book boys was the same as his own.
He was determined to pass the exam and get the top spot. In the future, he would be a high-ranking official, shouldering the heavy responsibility of governing the country and the lives of the people. How could he be like an ordinary person?
He is friendly and kind to others. He is tolerant and forgiving of others.
However, until one day.
Dugu Lou told Song Zhuo that the contempt of human beings is just like a long-lived flower. People are contemptible, and all things are contemptible, so Song Zhuo is not much more noble than his personal guards and book boys.
The guards and servants gradually realized something, and looked at everything with a hint of indifference. Although the guards and servants still performed their duties with all their heart and soul, they no longer looked at Song Zhuo as if he were a god.
Song Zhuo didn't believe it, so he went to argue with Dugu Lou. Dugu Lou was busy picking fruits, but seeing Song Zhuo's anxious expression, he looked like he had to argue, so he smiled and pushed away all the work at hand, washed his hands slowly, and took Song Zhuo into the house, and the two sat opposite each other leisurely.
Song Zhuo was the first to attack, but Dugu Lou responded calmly. After a few rounds, Song Zhuo felt that his opponent was difficult to deal with. He was shocked by the profound knowledge of this country villager.
Let’s take flowers and plants as an example.
A person's life is no more than a hundred years. The flowering period of the longevity flower is also a hundred years. All things are cheap, and human life is not more valuable than the life of a flower. If you exchange human life for the life of a flower, no matter how many gods and Buddhas, kings and generals you are, one life can only be exchanged for one flower.
At the end of the debate, Song Zhuo realized that the other party had a Zen spirit. Not only was his knowledge profound, but his research on Buddhism and Taoism was also unfathomable. Song Zhuo was gradually losing the battle, and when the victory was completely decided, Dugu Lou stopped talking. He knew that if he said one more word, Song Zhuo's ideas and knowledge would collapse and be reshaped. But he stopped talking.
Song Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and asked Dugu Lou why he didn't continue. Dugu Lou smiled and said, "You are so smart, but also so stupid. You need to understand Buddhism yourself."
Song Zhuo was able to catch his breath and kept looking for ways to refute this wilderness peasant. He thought of many rebuttals, but he didn't dare to go to Dugu Lou to argue, as a shadow had been left in his heart.
On the sixth day of staying at the entrance of the village, Song Zhuo planned to leave the next day. His servant was heartbroken and tried to persuade him. But Song Zhuo was determined to leave. The next morning, when he woke up, he saw the servant hanging in front of the bed, with a longevity flower rising slowly under his feet.
He was so scared that he grabbed his bag and rushed out of the village. The strange scene of the book boy's tragic death kept coming to his mind, and the longevity flower was as bright as fire, as if it was imprinted in his mind.
I kept thinking, one person dies, and one flower blooms. Are we humans really as worthless as flowers and plants?
When Song Zhuo opened his bag, he found that it was full of dry food, gold and silver, but he found one more thing, a bright red seed. The conversation on the Dharma debate that day was still vivid in his mind, and Dugu Lou's words with a smile, "You need to understand the Dharma yourself," echoed in his mind. He immediately thought, "The death of the book boy only brought about the growth of a longevity flower, because his life was as cheap as grass. If I win the first place in the imperial examination, I will exchange my life for his, and then we can see who is right and who is wrong."