The sun and moon turn, the dead leaves spread red.
The green and white town of South of the Yangtze River has a fading sun.
The grass leaves are withered and yellow, and the weeping willows probe thousands of fiber branches into the river, and the flowing water still brings pieces of willow leaves into the river.
The boat shook the floating leaves of the water, slowly through one small stone bridge after another, and the boatman often lowered his body under the stone bridge.
Whenever a boat passed under the attic, someone would often look up at the white clothes on the attic and sigh with regret.
It is well known in this small Jiangnan town that soon after Sue married, his wife suddenly disappeared.
Since then, Nasu White has been staying in the attic, or painting, or playing chess alone.
Above the attic, Su Jingyan still sits there. The willow leaves outside the building were blown down by the wind, and the white Confucian clothes had fallen on a lot.
I don't know how many games have been played on that board by one man alone.
This man's ability to play chess requires him to constantly switch roles between the two sides of the game, and he seems to have two personalities in general, without bothering God.
A chess method free and easy, a chess with endless Confucian meaning.
After a game, Su Jingyan trance for a long time, he lost.
He turned to look at the scene outside the building and sighed... Another season goes by.
... Ning snow still did not come back.
A person floated into the attic, looking at Su Jingyan who had been sitting for a long time, the bearer sighed deeply: "Amitabha..."
"Since the little friend has already put down this thousands of bitter fruits, why pick up again..."
Su Jingyan looked at the old monk and pointed to the position opposite the teahouse: "Master Hui Kong, please sit down..."
"Amitabha Buddha..." Master Hui Kong shook his head with a slight sigh and sat down opposite Su Jingyan.
Su Jingyan cleared the chessboard, put the two colors of the pieces in place, raised his head and looked at the Master Hui Kong, slowly asked:
"How about the next game?"
Master Hui Kong looked deeply at Su Jingyan and gave a bitter smile: "Then we will play the next game with little friend..."
"Come is a guest, let the master go first..." Su Jingyan slowly opened the way.
Hui Kong Master nodded, took out a white son, slowly placed on the chessboard.
Su Jingyan looked at the position of Hui Kong Master and laughed: "The master is still so secure..."
"Dispute is not dispute, dispute is dispute..." The Wiskong master spoke slowly.
"Since there is no dispute..." Su Jingyan put down a sunspot and slowly opened his mouth: "Why did the master send me jade petticoat that year and change my life for me?"
Master Hui Kong froze and put down a chess piece with a bitter smile, "Little friend really picked it up..."
That year, the fortune-teller who gave Su Jingyan a jade piece before the township examination was the Master of Hui Kong!
It is that piece of jade that makes Su Jingyan's life become different...
"If it is reincarnation, why go back to the old road?" The Wiskong master asked.
Su Jingyan looked up at Hui Kong Mage and smiled, "The master is really amazing..."
"No..." Master Hui Kong shook his head and watched Su Jingyan speak slowly:
"The magic is the little friend..."
Su Jingyan smiled, put down a sunspot, looked up and asked Hui Kong: "In this case... The master thought it was...."
"Am I his reincarnation or is he my reincarnation?"
Master Hui Kong held up a white chess, delayed to put into the board, after a long time to say: "Is there a difference?"
Su Jingyan looked at Hui Kong finish, after the following, followed by also put down a seemingly unrelated chess pieces before, "natural.... I'm Su Jingyan and he's Su Mo."
"If this samsara is true, then Sumo is false. If that reincarnation is true, then Su Jingyan is false...."
"Buddha said: the past mind cannot be attained, the present mind cannot be attained, and the future mind cannot be attained..." The Wiskong master spoke slowly.
The heart is like a long river, just say 'future', that 'future' is already now, just say 'now' is already the past.
"When little friends look outside the circle of reincarnation, Su Jingyan is true." The little friend who looks outside the circle and inside the circle is Su Mo Weizhen..."
"If the little friend does not pick up the bitter fruit, the two reincarnations have no intersection...."
"But when small friends once pick up the past, that reincarnation inside and outside the true.... Su Mo and Su Jingyan are little friends..."
"To the poor monk it makes no difference..."
"Everything in this samsara, except the little friend, is false."
Su Jingyan nodded, is agreed that the circle inside and outside are true. But then he shook his head again: "What the master said is not quite right..."
"Even if I don't pick up the past, the two cycles also have intersection, not only I am really..."
'Oh? The Wiskong Master asked, "What else is true?"
"And my wife.... Young-baek... Su Jingyan smiled.
"... And that silly woman is real..."
Although it is a silly woman, but the tone is full of care and pity.
For a moment, Hui Kong Master looked deeply at Su Jingyan, and when he lowered his head to drop again, he found that there was nowhere to fall...
"Master you lose..."
With his eyes shining with insight, Master Hui Kong finally put down the chess pieces...
Secondly... Su Jingyan looked at Master Hui Kong again and slowly asked, "Does the master really think that everything in this cycle is false?"
"What did the friend see?" The Wiskong master asked.
"If all the reincarnation is false, why does the master still recognize me?"
Master Hui Kong shook his head and looked at Su Jingyan but said no more.
"All appearances are vain. If you see the different forms, you see the Tathagata..." Su Jingyan opened his mouth.
"The cycle in the mirror is true because of me....."
The wind blew the dead leaves into the attic...
The two swallows under the eaves of the attic have not returned.
"Why don't you go home?" The Wiskong master asked.
Su Jingyan sighed and looked at the sky.
"Still waiting for my wife..."
...
Autumn to winter, a time quietly gone.
This Jiangnan again floated under the white snow, white snow piled up on the green paint tile, reflecting the vast green and white color.
God domain closed, Ning snow still did not come back...
Su Mo looked at the vast scenery outside, sighed, caressing the body of this ning snow woven white Confucian clothes, above the fragrance of a year of wind and rain has long faded.
Su Mo slowly rose, the white Confucian clothes on his body instantly emerged a golden dragon pattern...
Su Mo floated up, into the void, came to a place with a sunset phase.
"This woman... How dare you deceive me..."
Su Mo seems to have a hint of resentment towards the woman in the mouth.
Su Mo found the familiar place in the vast snow and slowly opened her mouth:
"This shore is the other..."
"Your grave is my home..."