The soul of a demoiselle rock

A person is very simple, so simple that you can go around as you see fit for home.

Even, a person can not home, do not want a house, do not want anything, from nature, back to nature.

I have never met this person, but he is real. Not only hanging on my father's lips, but when I was born, his coffin slab was lying in the Demoiselle Rock. Then it disappeared, no one said, it was the village people destroyed the coffin that was lying outside, so that he could go into the ground. Into the ground can be at peace? Ghosts do not come out of the earth? I am not a simple person, in fact, I have always longed to be a simple person, unattached, free and easy. My father said that there is no such person, and if there is, such a person is also carrying a heavy load, living people are not easy, easy not living people.

Demoiselle Rock is an ordinary cave. Along the Longxi River and up the mountain face near the water, there are quite a few caves, hidden in the rocks and artemisia, or they are ashamed of the sky and always have to cover up their ugliness. Demoiselle Rock is an open rock with a large mouth, with a momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers. He came here, is homeless, this open rock has become his home.

Does he have a home? Worldly people should all have homes. He did not have a home. He was placed at the door of the temple after he was born, and the temple was his home. I vaguely heard that the temple he was in was the Nine Dragons Rock Temple. Nine Dragon Rock, sounds very mysterious, there should be storm clouds stirring, I have been there, an ordinary small village in southern Hunan, like Lü Xian Yan, Shijiazhuang, Shang Longpan and other place names, the name is very big, the name does not match the reality.

There are temples in various villages of the Xiangnan Salt Road, the locals say small temples, small temples, Bodhisattva, incense. The temple was confiscated and turned into a school. Jiulongyan Temple became Jiulongyan Primary School, the slogan was shouted, he was forgotten, instead of saying that he chose Demoiselle Rock, rather than saying that Demoiselle Rock took him in.

At the mouth of the Demoiselle Rock, it is possible to look very far away, Pingtian, Baijiaping, Zhujiashan, Lv Xianyan, Stacked Paper Hall, Qiliping, Shuangjing Wei, Shenshanxia ...... ten miles and eight villages under the eyes, the morning sun and evening clouds, the mountains and hills like Tao. Demoiselle rock on both sides, is the cliff, neatly as a knife cut. Before the mouth of the rock, three one-minute size of the ping ladder down, each ping interval are more than ten feet high cliffs. Under the cliff, is the crooked field, is a mass grave, is asleep history.

There is only one road from the riverside to Minoyiyan. There is a white stone slope under the stone wall on the east side of Demoiselle Rock, and various shrubs and thorns grow in the crevices of the stone slope, and people can climb up layer by layer by relying on the stone crevices under the cliff.

He chose this place to do the last place to land, is God's will, God will not let him no place to return.

With him came a young shamatha, or his disciple.

The two lived in the cavern, or as they lived in the temple, morning and evening classes, without pulling at all. The sound of the wooden fish was very loud in the Demoiselle Rock, with great echoes, but it never came out and did not reach the nearby village compound. No one would follow the sound of the wooden fish and burn incense to worship Buddha. Buddha is no longer there, but the old man and the young man insisted, in their opinion, Buddha is still there, everywhere, so they remained as before, burning incense in the monotonous sound of wooden fish, meditation, prayer, with rituals to forget the outside disturbance.

I suddenly felt that they were mercurial people, using their lives to degree the nothingness, but letting everyone have Buddha in their hearts.

Have they universalized all beings? Or, they have forgotten this mission, or there is nothing they can do but to degree themselves.

In the sublime mountains of southern Hunan, especially in every village near the ancient salt road in southern Hunan, there are temples built, especially the Wanshou Temple in Yangming Mountain is the most famous. In every age, people have faith in their hearts. My paternal grandmother, who was also a monk, dedicated a Buddhist hall in her house for Buddhist rituals. It was very natural for people to have a heart and a direction. Now, the temple is still a temple, but it has long become a school. The temple in each village has become the school of each village. The Buddha's mission has turned the Buddhist temple into a schoolhouse. Without the chanting of the Pure Heart, there is the resounding sound of reading, a continuation with a very different flavor.

Does he regret it? He is free of these distracting thoughts. So, the word regret is not in his world.

When he died, the Buddhists said he sat down, and he still had no distracting thoughts, but asked his only disciple to place his coffin in the Demoiselle Rock, to spend the time of desolation with his soul.

Under the Demoiselle Rock, on the Longxi River, looking at the Demoiselle Rock, it is necessary to look up.

Tilting his head, not seeing the blue sky, only the Demoiselle Rock, that angle, but also the providence.

In many years, Demoiselle Rock like a forbidden place, no stories, no legends, only in a long time ago lived two fallen monks. The old monk died, the young monk left, and there was not a word left on the Demoiselle Rock, nothing changed in the Demoiselle Rock, it was still the same as it was at the beginning, but it was still something to look up to.

Demoiselle Rock is no longer just a cave, has become a symbol in the eyes of the locals, belonging to a dead soul, horror and mystery.

Time will not forget Demoiselle Rock, and what happened in Demoiselle Rock is soon forgotten. We are not from that era, and have no intention of traveling back. We are very hard-working to face today, and today will quietly erase the traces of our hard work, and fly away in the dust of time. Even if you know that any persistent effort is only to fulfill your wish, your wish is not fulfilled, and you still have to continue to push the stone up the mountain.

Everyone has always been like this, the world has always been very complicated.

Demoiselle Rock is still Demoiselle Rock, there is no more realistic meaning.

Demoiselle rock lived in a person, only older people occasionally talk about, the scene is cloudy.