In my mind, I had never met this person who suddenly but silently appeared behind me, but I didn’t feel unfamiliar. When I looked back and saw him for the first time, I thought in my mind
Immediately, the shadow of a photo flashed up. That photo was shown to me by the old magician. The main scene was the corner of a huge pattern. In the center of the scene, there lay a man who didn't know whether to live or die.
What surprised and shocked me was that the person standing behind me was very similar to the person in the photo. He must be very old, but I couldn't tell his specific age, sixty or seventy years old.
, or even older? He was wearing a plain clothes that was not plain clothes, and a monk's robe that was not a monk's robe. His hair was very short, and the ring scar on the top of his head could be vaguely seen.
His expression was calm, without any waves, like a clear breeze. He stood there, and part of his body seemed to blend in with the surroundings, natural and peaceful. He was not tall, with short hair and beard.
She is already white as snow, but there are far fewer wrinkles on her face than I imagined, revealing a healthy rosy glow that is rare for the elderly.
The thing that best reflects a person is his eyes. No matter what kind of person it is, it is impossible for him to cover up his eyes. However, from the eyes of this man who looks like an old monk, I can only see
There was an indifferent tranquility, nothing else.
His appearance made me have to stop what I was doing, and I became nervous and anxious. Whether I admit it or not, I can tell that this is definitely not an ordinary person.
"What are you digging for?"
After I stared at the old monk for a moment, he finally spoke. I couldn't distinguish his accent. It was a strange accent, as if it was a blend of dialects from several places. But his tone was soft. I don't know if it was my imagination.
In that tone, there was the unique kindness of an elderly man. Even though it was just a hint of kindness, it calmed my nervousness a lot. But I really didn’t know how to answer the old monk’s words. After thinking about it,
I could only say to him: "I'm digging for what I need."
The old monk's eyes were still as calm as water, but I saw that there seemed to be a very faint light flashing through his eyes. This little light made me feel scared, and my whole person felt like I was being seen through from the outside to the inside.
The feeling. He looked at me for a while, and his snow-white eyebrows twitched slightly.
"Can there be eternal life in this world?" He asked the second sentence, which was an inexplicable sentence.
I also didn't know how to answer, so I hesitated, shook my head, and said, "I don't know."
Then the old monk's eyes changed slightly. I can't describe the change. It seemed a little disappointed and a little relieved. That kind of relief was unique to a person who had gone through many vicissitudes and could see through the beauty of the world.
Some artistic conception.
"Some things can't be done in one day, so it's better to do them slowly. It doesn't hurt to stop."
As he said that, the old monk sat down cross-legged on the spot. His cross-legged posture was quite skillful. It may have been a habit formed after sitting cross-legged for many years. I somewhat believe that this is a real monk who eats food and meditates.
To be honest, I was full of curiosity about him. From the first moment I saw him in the photo, I knew that he was definitely not an ordinary person.
What I experienced was indeed a journey with a strong fantasy color. If it hadn't been like this, I don't think I would have had the chance to meet him in this life. At that moment, I suddenly gave up the idea of digging out the hexagonal mark.
Want to know, who is he? Why is he lying in that pattern?
Thinking about it, I put down the shovel in my hand and tentatively sat across from the old monk. Because I knew he was not ordinary, I always had a vague sense of awe in my heart and spoke very carefully. But the old monk had a gentle attitude and no airs.
, chatted casually with me, this easy-going atmosphere made my nervousness gradually disappear, and I started talking more.
"What are you digging it for?" The old monk glanced at the place where the hexagonal mark was and asked me. This was already obvious. He obviously knew that there was a huge hexagonal mark below. It was also clear that since I was there
If you dig it, you will definitely know the function of the mark.
"I want to go home." I thought about it for a while. Since the other party knew this, if I concealed it, it would arouse his suspicion and even alertness, which would be very detrimental to me, so it was necessary to tell the truth. After telling the truth, I
I was thinking about how to respond to the old monk's continued questioning.
But to my surprise, when I answered, he nodded and didn't ask me any more questions. I was prepared, but he stopped asking, which surprised me and made me a little helpless.
"This is the word fate." The old monk seemed to know what I was surprised about, and said: "There are so many people, he doesn't know, she doesn't know, but you know it, isn't this fate? Since there is fate, it is destined by heaven.
."
"What about you?" I bravely asked cautiously, "What are you doing here?"
In fact, I don't expect the old monk to tell me the truth. I just want to get acquainted with him first. If I get acquainted with him, I may have a chance to get some useful words from him in the future.
"I am always walking, walking here and wherever I go." The old monk looked up at the red sun that was about to set in the west, and suddenly there was a lonely desolation in his eyes. I suddenly felt that this kind of desolation seemed familiar.
It is a kind of loneliness and desolation, just like the mountains not far away, which have stood there silently for countless years. No one cares about it, no one cares about it. When the wind comes, you can block it by yourself, and when the rain comes, you can bear it by yourself.
, being alone and alone for the rest of my life.
"Are you just walking without any purpose?" I then asked, "Always walking?"
"I'm looking for someone." The old monk smiled and said, "Unfortunately, I didn't find him."
"Who are you looking for?"
"I don't know." The old monk's smile disappeared immediately, and a look of confusion appeared on his face: "I don't know who he is, I don't know where he is, I'm just looking for him."
"You are looking for him, how come you don't know who he is?"
The old monk fell silent. As soon as he fell silent, the air around him seemed to freeze with him. Although he was gentle, he could give people a sense of supreme majesty and intimidation. I didn't dare to ask random questions anymore. I was stunned.
Looking at him, wondering if something he said was inappropriate.
"If you want to know, just wait here." The old monk slowly stood up and said, "I have something to do. If you can wait, wait until I come back and then talk slowly."
I didn't know what the old monk was going to do, but when he said that, I decided to wait. I asked him if he wanted to help, and he shook his head, got up and left. His steps were very light and he didn't walk fast, but just
As if he was not stained by dust, he quickly disappeared into the distance. I noticed that he was heading in the direction of the Fatai Temple ruins. I am a very curious and courageous person. If it were anyone else,
Maybe I couldn't help but follow him quietly to take a peek, but to be honest, I didn't dare to follow this old monk. So, I just sat there and waited.
This was definitely a test of my patience. I waited from sunset until dark, then late into the night, until almost dawn. I couldn't resist feeling sleepy and fell asleep for two or three hours.
I was awakened by a gust of wind. The first time I opened my eyes, I felt that there was an extra piece of clothes on my body. There were a few patches on the clothes and they were stained with dust. When I looked up again, I saw that the old monk was not there.
When he knew when he came back, he sat cross-legged two or three meters away from me, closing his eyes and saying nothing.
When I held that piece of clothing, my heart suddenly felt sour, and some emotions deep in my heart seemed to have been touched. As an orphan, no one can understand the pain and sorrow I have experienced since I was a child. In the orphanage,
In school and in society, I grew up without any shortage of food or clothing, but I lacked the most simple care. I don’t remember anyone who would gently give me a lift when I was sleeping on a windy night.
Last piece of clothing.
This feeling made my awe of the old monk suddenly fade away, replaced by a longing-like closeness and gratitude.
I took the clothes and walked to the old monk and gave them back to him. I also took the small stove I brought and boiled some water. When I was drinking water, the old monk raised his head and pointed in the direction of Fatai Temple and said, "You know that way there?"
That place?"
"I know." I nodded, but since I said that, I needed to have a suitable reason, so I told the old monk that I was engaged in cultural relics work, and because of my work, I would come into contact with many such places or objects.
I also learned a lot of information.
Both of us understood the same situation, so it was much more convenient and direct to talk. I still had no intention of hiding it from the old monk. I told him that in order to find an answer that was almost impossible to know, with the help of others, I went back to the past.
At this time, if I said this to other people, then the other person would at least look at me with suspicion, and then think that I must be a patient who just escaped from some mental hospital, but the old monk did not have any doubts or suspicions.
, he just listened, as if he was listening to a very common and ordinary conversation.
"I guess, since you know Fatai Temple, you must also know the Immortality View, right?" the old monk asked next.
"Yes, I know about the concept of immortality."
"In this case..." The old monk thought for a moment and said, "I have been away from home for half a year. I want to go back and have a look. If you don't mind, let's go together."
"Okay." I was eager to have more contact with the old monk. What he said made me very happy. I was excited and said a little bit loudly: "The monk also has a family?"
"Everyone has a family. A monk is also a human being." The old monk smiled. He was not as aloof and aloof as he thought, and was very approachable.
"That makes sense." I laughed too.
"Yesterday you asked me who I was looking for." The old monk stood up, packed up his few things, and said, "Let's go, walk and talk along the way. Let me tell you a story first."