mijobooks Chapter 143 Love is destiny (2)
Chapter 143 Love is destiny (2)
Chapter 143 Love is destiny ([-]) Time is passing by, and Duan Zijin is burning with anxiety, feeling that he can't wait for a moment, but he has to wait.
When the little monk came to see her for the second time, he suddenly remembered something, and said, "Benefactor, our abbot has a booklet in his hand, which records the gender, age and specific time of moving into the tomb of all the dead in the Houshan cemetery. You Why don't you go to the abbot and ask, can you first check in the booklet whether the person you are looking for is there?"
There is such a thing?After Duan Zijin heard it, he hurriedly said, "Thank you little master, I'll go right away!"
This was the first time she saw the abbot in the monastery. He was about sixty years old, with a pale face and a kind appearance. He wore a simple and plain cassock, and the faint aura around him was enough to calm the mind.
She saluted and explained the purpose of her visit. The abbot smiled and nodded, "The benefactor comes with me."
He took her to the Sutra Pavilion opposite the Buddhist hall, opened the door, and made a "please" gesture.
Duan Zijin bowed his body to signal, raised his legs and stepped into the high threshold, turned sideways to a place out of the way, and looked up at the two-story wooden attic.
The abbot went in after her, and when he turned to close the door, he saw a man in a suit and leather shoes walking into the Buddhist hall.
Jiang Lin glanced at the Sutra Pavilion, and before he could take a closer look, the two doors were closed by the abbot.
He didn't think too much, and closed the door of the Buddhist hall.
There are bookshelves on the upper and lower floors in the Sutra Pavilion, and all kinds of scriptures are stacked neatly. Duan Zijin feels a splitting headache just looking at the titles of those books.
The abbot turned on the light and went up to the second floor alone, and after a while he went downstairs with a thick booklet, walked to the desk, and said warmly to Duan Zijin who was sitting on the chair: "Benefactor, this is the book. "
"Excuse me, abbot." Duan Zijin flipped through the pages with lowered eyebrows, his fingers were covered with ashes as soon as his hand touched the title page.
"Sponsor." The abbot suddenly stopped her, turned the booklet back and forth, and said, "This booklet looks like this."
Duan Zijin's eyebrows twitched, turning from back to front, from left to right?Then the words inside are also written vertically?
It's a very old book.
She struggled through the first page and immediately understood the history of the booklet.It turns out that the earliest person to be buried in the back mountain was Anonymous 200 years ago.The text that recorded the information of the deceased can be called squishy teeth. Although the font is neat, the recognition is very low, and the paper pages have already turned yellow. Knead the paper into powder.
She flipped directly back to the last 20 years.
The abbot was twirling Buddhist beads on the chair opposite her, calm and calm.
Duan Zijin read two pages, full of names and surnames.It was impossible for Jiang Lin to bury his mother without writing her first and last name, so the more she looked, the more she felt that the tomb she was looking for should not be in the cemetery on the back mountain.
The abbot also saw her embarrassment, and said, "Benefactor, what is the name of the person you are looking for?"
"My surname is Chen, Ms. Chen." Duan Zijin replied without thinking, "However, I don't know exactly when she was buried..."
She didn't know when Jiang Lin's mother died, and she didn't even know if she was buried directly after her death.
The abbot thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "There is no tombstone with the surname Chen in the back mountain."
Duan Zijin raised his head in a daze, "thumped" in his heart, "Are you sure?"
The abbot thought for a while, "Not sure."
Duan Zijin: "..."
Forget it, the abbot is old, and it is not enough to memorize those Sanskrit scriptures every day. How can he have the extra energy to remember the last names of the dead buried in the Houshan cemetery?
She had no choice but to keep looking down.
……
After Jiang Lin recited the Ksitigarbha Sutra three times, he came out of the Buddhist hall and found that the light in the Sutra Pavilion opposite was still on.
I don't know what the old abbot is doing there so late.
Thinking of going down the mountain early tomorrow morning, he felt that it would be appropriate to say goodbye to the old abbot first tonight.So he turned the direction of the toe of the shoe and walked straight to the scripture storage pavilion on the opposite side.
Before taking two steps, he was suddenly stopped: "Sir!"
The voice was not loud, but it reached Jiang Lin's ears.His hand, which was about to knock on the door, paused in mid-air, and he looked sideways at the direction of the sound source. There was a ripple in his calm gaze, and soon fell silent again.
It is the little monk.
Jiang Lin put down his hands, his gentle facial features appeared clear and elegant under the moonlight, and even his deep voice became nicer, "What's the matter?"
The little monk frowned, "Your medicine is ready, and I put it in the room. I'm going to go to evening class soon, and the master specially told me to apply the externally applied medicine on your hand to you before the evening class." .”
A flash of thought flashed through Jiang Lin's bottomless black eyes. He glanced back at the Sutra Pavilion, and said in a low voice, "I'll say goodbye to the abbot first, little master, wait a moment."
"Sir! I have already told Master that you will go down the mountain tomorrow morning, and he promised to see you off." The little monk smiled mischievously, "Master has other guests now, look..."
Occasionally there were pilgrims who came to offer incense in the temple or faithful men and women in the town who were willing to listen to the abbot's lectures. Jiang Lin nodded in understanding, Cen Bo pursed his lips, and followed the little monk back without saying anything.
*
Duan Zijin has been watching the night in the Sutra Pavilion.
Although only a few dozen people were buried in the back mountain, there were many anonymous people who were moved out after being found by later generations.The total number of people actually recorded in the brochure exceeded 200 people.
The abbot has been patiently waiting for her to finish reading, but Duan Zijin is a little embarrassed, "Abbot, why don't you go back and rest first."
"It doesn't matter." The abbot smiled lovingly, and chatted with her about the daily life, "Who is the benefactor looking for?"
"she……"
When Duan Zijin said it, the voice stopped for a few seconds before continuing: "It's my mother-in-law."
The abbot still had a merciful look on his face, "Amitabha, instead of looking for a benefactor like this, it is better to ask your husband's family directly."
Duan Zijin smiled wryly, "That's the man I'm looking for. I'm not afraid of the abbot's jokes if I say it. He and I...we're not married yet, but I regard him as my future husband in my heart. Over the years...we've always missed it. Early yesterday morning, he suddenly disappeared, and he didn't tell anyone where he went. I only knew that his mother's death was in these two days, and his hometown was in Qimen, so I came here."
When the abbot heard this, his eyes darkened a little, but because he kept his eyes down and his face was calm, the woman opposite didn't notice anything.
"Amitabha, there must be something in life sometimes. Since you can't find the donor, why don't you wait patiently?" When the abbot spoke, his tone was as deep and incomprehensible as an ancient well. A stone made her mood rippling in circles.
She was silent for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Abbot, I have been waiting for six years, and I don't want to wait another six years."
The abbot twisted the beads, noncommittal.
Fate must be there sometimes, repeatedly pondering the words of the abbot, Duan Zijin smiled, "There is no time to force in life, but my disciple is stupid, and I want to force it again. Because, I can feel...he is also waiting for me .”
Outside the window, a half-full first-quarter moon slowly passed through the mid-heaven, with a clear brilliance like frost, only a tiny angle away from the full moon.
"Amitabha." The abbot stood up with a smile, and said meaningfully, "Almsgiver, some people were born with the surname Chen, and they have passed through the world once. When they go, they may not have the same surname as Chen."
Duan Zijin froze.
My mind went blank for a moment, and suddenly, it seemed as if someone had woken me up.
Chen Miaoqing...
"It's not Ms. Chen!" Duan Zijin blurted out hastily, "It's Mrs. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang!"
The abbot still smiled, "Mrs. Jiang... There is indeed one in the back mountain. I wonder if the benefactor is looking for it. Tomorrow... the benefactor might as well go up the mountain to see for himself."
*
When the abbot locked the door of the Sutra Pavilion, the little monk finished his evening class and was coming out of the Buddhist hall. Seeing that the master hadn't rested yet, he stepped forward and asked, "Master, is there anyone in the booklet that the benefactor is looking for? "
"Yes." The abbot replied with a smile.
"Who is it?" The little monk couldn't help being surprised. Is there another tomb found by later generations in the back mountain?
The abbot smiled and lowered his eyebrows, "It's Mrs. Jiang."
Jiang... The young monk's eyes suddenly widened as big as copper bells. He turned his head and looked at the wing room that had already turned off the lights. "Is the person she is looking for Jiang Benefactor's mother?"
"Amitabha." The abbot closed his eyes, and his voice was as calm as water, "The one she is looking for is Jiang Benefactor himself."
The little monk didn't recover from the shock for a long time, and when the abbot was almost out of his sight, he trotted to follow, "Then did you tell her that Benefactor Jiang lives in the temple?"
The abbot lowered his eyes to look at his sleeves being held by the young apprentice, and said nonchalantly, "If you love to talk so much, why don't you go to the Buddhist hall and recite the Lotus Sutra a few more times?"
The little monk immediately withdrew his hand and said dryly, "Master, this disciple is wrong."
*
That night, Duan Zijin didn't fall asleep much.
Her mind was full of bits and pieces about her and Jiang Lin six years ago and six years later.
She thought that if she died in the future, she would rather be called Madam Jiang than Madam Duan.
The first ray of sunshine jumped out of the horizon the next day. She put on her windbreaker, took the walking stick that the abbot gave her last night, and prepared to go up the mountain.
The early morning in the mountains is cold with rain and mist.
Opening the door of the wing room, a gust of cold air seemed to be piercing into the skin, Duan Zijin shuddered, and felt that the blood in his whole body was almost frozen.
There is a high bell tower in the monastery, and young monks come to ring the bell every morning.This morning, as soon as he arrived in the bell tower, he lowered his head and saw the female benefactor walking out of the gate of the mountain temple.
He sighed and recited a mantra.
Not long after the figure of the female benefactor disappeared on the rugged and winding mountain road, low voices of conversation came from behind him.
That voice was indifferent and full of tolerance. He had seen all kinds of people in the temple, but there were too few people as mediocre as Benefactor Jiang.
After saying goodbye, Jiang Lin gathered his suit jacket and walked out of the mountain gate.
Start at different times and go in different directions.
One went up the mountain and the other went down the mountain. The little monk sighed again with a bitter face.
How can we still meet?
"You are so young, why are you sighing?" The abbot also walked into the bell tower at some point.
The little monk looked at the man in front of the mountain temple who hadn't left yet, and asked in confusion, "Master, why didn't you tell the female benefactor that the person she is looking for is in the temple?"
"The predestined relationship in this world has its own fate." The old abbot said with a light smile, "Whether it's a miss or an encounter, there are already arrangements in the dark. If others interfere, it will not be called destiny."
As the words settled down, the expression in the eyes of the little monk became a little bit shocked——
At the end of the mountain road within his vision, there is a slender figure, going and returning!
Duan Zijin walked a long way before realizing that he had left his phone in the wing.
There is a signal tower on the top of the mountain. Maybe if she walks further up, she will be able to receive the signal and make a call outside.Thinking about it, she came back to get her dropped phone.
The sun rose completely, and the entire Buddhist temple was bathed in golden light.
When she reached the bottom of the steps, she raised her eyes inadvertently, and suddenly saw the tall and handsome man in front of the mountain temple.
My heart suddenly shrank.
The man stood against the light, his tall and straight body was lightly gilded by the sunlight.
He couldn't make out his expression, but Duan Zijin knew that he must be looking at her too.
It is said that there are one hundred and eight steps in front of the Buddhist temple, which symbolizes one hundred and eight kinds of suffering in the world.
If a monk wants to abandon the world of mortals, he must step over these one hundred and eight kinds of entanglements and troubles in the world.Leave all the past behind and escape into Buddhism.
Now, he and her are facing each other from a distance, separated by one hundred and eight kinds of sufferings in the world.
In the bell tower, the old abbot quietly lowered his eyebrows and recited the Buddha's name.
The little monk stared blankly, forgetting to ring the bell for a moment, "Female, female benefactor... why is she back?"
"Ten feet of soft red, floating through the ages... This is the destiny."
The low voice next to his ear sounded again, and the little monk looked at his master in astonishment, only to find that the corner of his mouth slightly raised a sympathetic arc.
Out of the corner of my eye, the woman under the steps suddenly took steps in the morning light.
She hastily stepped through one hundred and eight kinds of suffering in the world, and ran firmly and urgently towards the tall man standing quietly in front of the Buddhist temple.
Even if there are thorns and bumps along the way, and the haze accumulates, I still want to go to the same place as you.
Six years, eight years, ten years...
lifetime.