Chapter 730: One Name in Exchange for One Flower

A few days ago, Li Changxiao wanted to sneak into the village, pretending to be an ordinary tourist, and visit Washe Village by chance, and then leisurely explore the mysteries.

When he arrived at the entrance of the village, he suddenly realized that the inscription at the entrance of the village was so profound that it was probably written by an ordinary person. All villages with hundreds of households usually have inscriptions and doors at the entrance of the village. They are the facade of the village. There is nothing wrong with asking some calligraphy masters to nominate and write.

But Li Changxiao looked at the inscription carefully and saw that the handwriting vaguely resembled Buddhist Sanskrit, which made him suspicious. Li Changxiao has visited many Buddhist monuments. Although he has never practiced Buddhism, his understanding of Buddhism is not shallow. He felt different, so he sat at the head 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 could not pronounce them when he opened his mouth, and he could not write them when he picked up a pen.

It can be seen that this person's Buddhist teachings are profound. As the saying goes, a mountain is not a mountain, a water is not a water, a mountain is a mountain, and a water is water. Li Changxiao had a similar feeling, so he was on guard. He stopped entering the village and floated 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 boasted that his concealment skills are already first-class in the world. Instead of fighting openly and secretly with the master, it is better to be comfortable, float in the clouds, and watch slowly.

If you are hungry, pick a cloud and eat it as a fruit to fill your stomach. After watching for several days, you will vaguely find that there are so many dream fragments hidden in this small Washe Village.

It is said that geese leave feathers when they pass by, people leave names when they pass by, and dreams leave traces when they pass by. Dream fragments come from the thoughts in people's hearts. Blurred and hazy. Li Changxiao gulped a few times, drank the wine clean, and then took the countless dream fragments into the wine gourd.

He shook it, and it was full of dreams, thoughts, and insights. He held it in his hand, and it felt so heavy. The countless mortals' insights and thoughts almost made him, a powerful cultivator, unable to hold it.

Li Changxiao was so surprised that he lay on the clouds, drinking in his dreams and watching the world. He was truly "drunken and dreaming". He saw countless people coming and going in this small Washe Village over the past few hundred years, and countless people stopping and starting.

The villagers died of old age, left, and then outsiders moved in and settled down... Only the village chief Dugu Lou, who lived at the entrance of the village, had never changed. His appearance did not change, but he no longer wanted to live forever. It seemed that he was warning the world?

Washe Village was getting bigger and bigger. Many people came here by accident, and many people left here. But no one could leave with a calm mind.

Just because they were all enlightened. They realized a truth: all things are equal. Or in other words, all things are contemptible.

Among the countless dream fragments, there is one about Song Zhuo. He was born in Tianhe City. His family was wealthy. 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 whenever they met people. Song Zhuo was born different from others.

Song Zhuo himself also thought so. He was in the clouds and left Tianhe City that day, full of vigor and vitality. The guards and book boys who accompanied him obeyed his orders and regarded him as a god, admiring him from the bottom of their hearts. If he met robbers on the road, he had to save Song Zhuo even if he had to sacrifice his life.

Song Zhuo was moved, of course. A book boy saved Song Zhuo's body. He cried all night and wrote a poem. The next day, he continued on his way. Until he arrived at Washe Village.

The three big characters "Washe Village" on the stone tablet made him unable to come back to his senses for a long time, and he felt admiration in his heart. He wanted to find out who wrote it and discuss academic matters with him. After learning that it was the ugly village chief, he was even more surprised and surprised.

Unlike Wang Baobao, Song Zhuo soon moved into the village and had fun with the villagers, but he was also the same as 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 win this time and aimed at the top of the list. In the future, he will be a high official, shouldering the heavy responsibility of the world, and the life and death of the people. How can he be the same as ordinary people?

He is friendly and kind to others. He tolerates and forgives others.

However, until one day.

Dugu Lou told Song Zhuo that people are as cheap as a long-lived flower. People are cheap, and everything is cheap, so Song Zhuo is not much more noble than the personal guards and book boys.

The personal guards and book boys gradually realized something, and looked at everything with a hint of indifference. Although the guards and book boys still did their best to fulfill their duties, they always lacked the eyes that 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 originally busy picking fruits, but seeing Song Zhuo's anxious expression, as if he had to argue, he smiled and pushed all the work at hand clean, washed his hands slowly, and pulled Song Zhuo into the house, and the two sat opposite each other leisurely.

Song Zhuo was the first to speak up, 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.

He also used flowers as an example.

A person's life is only 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, and the victory was completely decided. Dugu Lou stopped talking. He knew that if he said one more sentence, 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 say anything more. Dugu Lou smiled and said, "You are so smart, but also so stupid. You need to understand Buddhism yourself."

Song Zhuo was able to take a breath and kept looking for ways to refute this wilderness villager. He thought of many rebuttals, but he didn't dare to go to Dugu Lou to argue again, 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 tomorrow. After hearing this, his servant was heartbroken and tried his best to persuade him. But Song Zhuo was determined to leave. The next morning, when he woke up, he saw the book boy hanging in front of the bed, and a longevity flower was rising under his feet.

He was so scared that he grabbed his bag and rushed out of the village in a hurry. 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.

He kept thinking in his mind that one person died, and one flower bloomed. Are we humans really as cheap as flowers and grass?

When Song Zhuo opened his bag, there was enough dry food, gold and silver in it, but he found one more thing, a bright red seed. The conversation of the Dharma debate that day was vivid in his mind, and Dugu Lou's smiling words "Buddhism needs to be realized by oneself" echoed in his mind. He immediately thought: "The death of the book boy only exchanged for the growth of a longevity flower, because his life was originally as cheap as grass. If I win the top prize, I will exchange my life for it. Then we can see who is right and who is wrong."