The high mountains stand majestically, if a screen, isolate the air of wind and clouds, block the alternation of cold and heat, so the two sides of the mountain, one is the icy plateau Gobi, and the other is the Tianfu surrounded by mountains.

It is the separation of a mountain, and there are two heavens, which are completely different.

Whether it is the country of abundance surrounded by mountains, or the cold and frosty plateau people, every time you look up, you can see the mountains undulating, the screen barriers, but you can't see, on the unclimbable mountain, there is still a rugged mountain road, climbing on the mountain, difficult to communicate between the two places.

That mountain road is a trade road since ancient times, I don't know how many generations, how many surnames, just on the high mountain cliff that devours people's surnames, carved out alive.

Merchants on both sides of the mountain are through this mountain road, communicating with each other, coming and going, according to the name of the commodity, it is mostly called the ancient tea horse road.

That is to say, the word "tea horse" is appropriate, and the word "Tao" is purely a gold paste on the face.

Leading the pack horse, carrying the goods, walking on this mountain road, you can see the cliff on one side, the abyss, there is the sound of the stream murmuring, faintly heard; on the other side, for the mountain cliff, standing majestically, the neck is sore, and you can't see the top, but you can see that the top of the mountain is full of snow, reflecting the light, and you want to pierce the eyes of the blind.

The environment is so treacherous, and the roads are even more unbearable.

The Ancient Tea Horse Road, winding, going up the mountain, without looking closely at the feet, it is not difficult to know that this path is clearly half of the bluestone stairs, most of which is trampled by the horses' hooves, half of which is humane, and half of which is beastly road.

If you walk after the rain, although the rainbow is beautiful, the mountain road is more slippery, one is not careful, even people and horses, slides down the cliff, for a long time, the screams are not dispersed, and the people are extremely infiltrated.

At this time, it was after the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather was late in autumn, a man, alone, without pack horse goods, climbed the stairs and walked along the ancient tea horse road.

The man was not crowned, with black hair and gray temples, all draped over his shoulders, and in this fresh air, with the breeze raised, it was also pleasant.

His clothes are only coarse cloth and green clothes, without flash, without accessories, anyone can wear them, and they are only thin, and they are not cold in the sassy mountain wind.

Wearing hair and green clothes, it is quite excusable, and if it is not uncommon, if you look at it again, you can surprise people.

This man was wearing no shoes and socks, not even a pair of straw sandals, just barefoot, measuring the world.

Step by step, not in a hurry, on the ancient tea horse road where the mountain wind is strong and almost blows people off the cliff, this person walks very steadily, and even gives people a sense of solemnity, as if the boundary he traveled through is not the hardships of the black mountain and white water, but the magnificent royal court.

I just walked like this, I don't know how long it took, but when I turned in front of me, the path suddenly widened, and the eyes suddenly opened up.

This is a turning point, spacious, connecting the two ancient roads in front and back, and further down, there is a stone road that is easy to walk, and the cliff ends here, except for bandits and beasts, there is no other danger.

The long-term foot traders, every time they come here, they must take a long breath, and the whole person relaxes.

As soon as you get here, it means that the road has been walked for ninety. No, if you stand on the bluestone and look at it, you can even see that in the country of abundance, a prosperous commercial and trade city.

The ancient tea horse road, which has been difficult and dangerous, has been tense all the way, and seeing this scene, it feels like returning to the world.

I don't know which generation of sour people, with the special features here, on the side of the mountain wall, carved the three big characters of "bright lampstand", in the name, I want to save the meaning of "a thousand years of dark room, a lamp is bright".

Speaking of which, the words are not very good, stiff and ingenious, and ordinary teachings will also disdain them, and be ashamed to teach such students.

This is common sense, if you are successful in studying, how can you walk on this ancient tea horse road with your head on the horse's neck?

The businessmen don't know any allusions, they only know that when they come here, they really have a sense of seeing the light in front of them, so they use their names more, and the three words "Ming Lantern Tower" can be said to be famous among the merchants.

"Beacon?!"

"What a name!"

The man in coarse green clothes and bare feet was obviously not a businessman, and he glanced at Shibi with interest and praised it.

It was also when looking at the stone wall that the head was raised and the wind blew it, revealing a weather-beaten face, which was extremely clear.

"Zhang Fan!"

If there are people who know each other, they simply won't believe their eyes, and the Donghua real person who used to be said to be a crown in gorgeous clothes and powerful people will look like this, walking on the road.

After a while, Zhang Fan suddenly turned around and stepped on the bluestone, with one leg standing upright and the other leg crossed, sitting on the stone, as if he was tired, and resting his chin on his knees.

He's really tired.

Walk the world, abandon everything, only look at it with your own heart, and do it instinctively.

Along

I once saw the spread of the mountain fire, and all beasts and beings fled for their lives, lest they be one step slower, and they would suffer from the fire;

I have seen the ground surging magma under the sea, boiling the sea, hundreds of millions of creatures floating, and the eyes are all white;

I have seen the fire in the town, tens of thousands of Li people, accumulated for generations, destroyed overnight, there is no rain to cover the tile, there is no surplus food, and there are more scorched earth, the bones of relatives who are difficult to identify;

I have seen that there is no rain for many years, thousands of miles of red land, rivers are exhausted, the earth is cracked, the people are easy to eat, and the bark of grass roots and trees is also scrambled for people......

......

And a lot more, a lot more......

There are swamp fires in swamps, yin fires in mass graves, earth fires in craters, and even human beings have heart fires.

Infinity, all kinds of flames, in every way, the sorrow of countless living beings as sacrifices, showing the power of destruction.

"O destruction of fire!"

A faint sigh echoed on the lampstand, and it was erratic, and I couldn't tell who made it, like a mountain wind, coming from a distant place.

The meaning of the destruction of fire, the first time the child burned his fingers for the fire, he knew it, he understood, he was afraid of it, and he was willing!

But until you have walked through these places and seen with your own eyes the struggles and misfortunes of the living beings in them, you will not know how terrible the destruction of fire is.

This is what I got on paper and finally felt shallow, and I never knew that I had to do it.

The destruction of fire, that's it, if you change it to an ordinary monk, at this point, it's enough, isn't the Divine Passage Law just for destruction?

However, Zhang Fan knew that his Tao was not here, or rather, it was not only here.

During the Qi refining period, he understood that the fire of the sun was different from ordinary flames, and he could say: "All things are born and destroyed in it, which is the power of extinction and the work of creation." "These are the words.

If he talks about the Tao, he can tell it even more, and he can also talk endlessly, and he can make people speechless and retreat in shame.

Supposedly, understanding seems to be enough, clear, and thorough.

But, did he come to his senses?

No!

Knowing and enlightenment are two different things, two concepts.

When he really embarked on the road of Yuanying, followed the vein of the earth, walked at will, felt the fire of the world, and found his own way, he completely understood what he lacked.

What is lacking is enlightenment!

In the previous life, Buddhists had a saying that they had a lot of knowledge and a lot of understanding, and they could casually depict a certain realm, understand all the ways, and even be familiar with all the details, as if they knew everything.

But none of this is my own experience.

At this time of enlightenment, the more you know, the more you know, the more difficult it is to see your surname clearly, and you need a great opportunity and a great opportunity to forget your knowledge and gain enlightenment.

Looking back, the so-called understanding of the sun and the understanding of the golden crow back then were not their own understanding, but they were just the confines of others, and it was ridiculous that they were still complacent back then.

Like a clay carved wood sculpture, Zhang Fan just sat on the bluestone, and when he sat down, he was three.

The moon rises and falls, the moon rises and falls, and everything, the merchants who come and go, have never disturbed his thoughts, and let him move to a single position.

Just when he seemed to sit down forever, a gentle voice sounded in his ears:

"Young man, don't be discouraged, the road is still long, long~"

So saying, the man put down the burden on his shoulders, took out the mazar, and sat down.

Looking at his appearance, it is clear that Zhang Fan is a small businessman who has failed in some business and is in a dilemma.

He was the first person to speak to him in the past few days, so he looked at it twice.

This look looks interesting.

This man is a middle-aged and handsome man, his face is full of books, as if he is full of poetry and books, and the things hanging on his flat shoulder are not heavy, but it makes his back ache, and he can hardly straighten his waist, which shows that he is not a person who is used to heavy work.

But what he is doing now is very different from his image, which also aroused Zhang Fan's interest.

Set up the pot, add ingredients, light the fire, boil the water, put in a bag of mung beans, and mix in a few herbs......

After working for a long time, covering the pot, the middle-aged scholar took a breath, smiled kindly at Zhang Fan, took out the book, pen and ink from his arms, or flipped through it, or recorded, sometimes reciting words in his mouth, sometimes praising the knots, if there was no one around, he was happy and comfortable.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan smiled and slowly withdrew his gaze.

From this middle-aged scholar, he seemed to see a certain purity and happiness, but it had nothing to do with himself, and soon, he fell into that kind of contemplation of forgetting things and self.

Despite this, it is somewhat different from the previous days, and the corner of his eye subconsciously took this middle-aged scholar into his sight, no reason, but intuition.

Half a day has passed!

In this half day, a total of three camel caravans pass by this lampstand, whenever the camel bell rings, the middle-aged scholar always pulls his attention from the book for the first time, boils the pot, serves it, and then directly beckons those foot merchants to come to rest and taste.

The road is difficult, and when the day is reproduced here, when the bright light leads the way, there is a bowl of hot and fragrant mung bean soup under the stomach, which relieves the fatigue to the extreme, and it is not also happy.

This middle-aged scholar, obviously not a day or two has been doing this, and the businessmen in the past also know what they mean, so they don't need to say much at all, drink a bowl of mung bean soup, and tell a story, or anecdote, or personal experience, or joy or sorrow, all of which were recorded by middle-aged scholars on paper and pen.

The people have dispersed, and the middle-aged scholar is holding the manuscript with his eyebrows, pondering and chanting, boiling the next pot, waiting for another batch, and never getting tired of it.

Looking at all this, Zhang Fan's eyes gradually lit up, as if there was something in front of him, but he couldn't catch it for a while.

(To be continued)