Suzaku

Chapter 315

of the chronicle of the jumping platform.

The mouse was typing, and the young woman was watching TV, occasionally saying a word or two.

“Bodhisattva, why do you have to write this story?”

“Promote Buddhism.”

The little ermine sighed, lit a cigarette, twitched its nose and sniffed vigorously in the green smoke above the cigarette butt, and said feebly, “This is obviously a story of slandering Buddha.”

Guanyin Bodhisattva turned her head and said with a smile: “It will have an effect if the people who read this story are more interested in Buddhism.”

“That would be better than printing hundreds of millions of Buddhist scriptures and distributing one to each family for free.”

“What if these mortals wipe their asses with Buddhist scriptures?”

“”

“The first fifty-three ginseng comes from the Huayan Sutra, an exquisite text, but how many people in the world remember that the last fifty-three ginseng will naturally use some ghost stories as a cover.”

“Then how can you attract readers?”

“Write more about fights, the underworld or something.”

The little ermine was silent for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to ask: “WhenThe Nian Sheyang Mountain native wrote Journey to the West, could it be for this reason.”

“good.”

“Then why has it never been written clearly in this book, who exactly is Wu Chengen?”

“Religion always has to play with a little mysticism. If everything is explained clearly, who will be interested?”

Another day, the little ermine was still typing, and the Bodhisattva was still watching TV. I don’t know where it was written. If you don’t understand, ask Bodhisattva for guidance.”

Bodhisattva was staring at a stage picture on the TV, absent-mindedly, and nodded casually.

The little ermine jumped down from the keyboard, blinking his eyes that were becoming nearsighted due to exhaustion, Xiaoyi asked: “It was written earlier that the black gold bracelet on the hand of the great saint was not put on him by Chantan Gongde Buddha. Of course only”

The Bodhisattva still didn’t pay attention, and replied casually: “Of course I put it on.”

“The Bodhisattva has also descended to the mortal world several times in the past five hundred years, and has been to Guiyuan Temple several times. Why didn’t he help the Great Sage to take it down?”

“Stupid question.”

The little ermine thought for a while, this question is indeed rather stupid, if the Bodhisattva loosened the bracelet, the Great Sage would have come out long ago, and the Buddha’s light would have entered the underworld long ago, at that time there was no Yi Tianxing, nor Zou Lei Lei, Fenghuang’er has not reached the moment when she wakes up five hundred years ago, so this matter may not be able to end.

But thinking about it, the little ermine’s heart became colder and colder, and there was a terrible inference, what Nanhaimen, what black gold bracelet, what, maybe the Bodhisattva has been carrying out the will of the Buddha, but later Being twisted by Yi Maitreya’s family, the Bodhisattva simply pushed it wrong. Maitreya’s postnatal bag, why Guanyin Bodhisattva can also open it? This is because his predecessor was forced to lie, but Maitreya in this life is the boy of Bodhisattva’s previous life. No matter how you look at it, in this matter, the status of the Bodhisattva empress has risen again terrifyingly. Ya Bodhisattva naturally knew what this little beast was muttering in his heart, so he didn’t get angry, and smiled slightly: “There are some things, don’t write nonsense.”

The little ermine trembled in fright, bowed respectfully on the space bar, dared not mention this point in the following text, and quickly revised it, deleting all the scenes that belonged to Guanyin Bodhisattva in the last chapter, so that it was safe.

“What did the Great Sage mean by that sentence?”

“Which sentence”

“It’s the sentence that made the old boss go up to the next level. It’s about ten years of hard work in secret, and the Suzaku flew up for three days. It seems that the first head of the sect has heard it before. In the first half of this story, This sentence faintly has the effect of starting the question.”

“Oh, this sentence, I think it should be that I have worked hard for ten years, but I have eaten fat pigs for three days. I am imprisoned in Guiyuan Temple for five hundred years. There is always time to scold my mother.”

Hearing the original meaning of this sentence, and hearing the Bodhisattva calling the Great Sage to be empty, three black lines appeared on the face of the little ermine, but he didn’t dare to slow down his typing speed and jumped on the keyboard.

“From Dao to Buddha, what does it mean that there are twins in the world?”

“These are two successful examples of grabbing people in the workplace.”

“Understood.”

“Who is Wu Chengen?”

“Why do you care about this?”

The little ermine stopped talking, vaguely guessing that Mr. Wu Chengen might have been the number one writer in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva back then, but he mentioned some things that the Bodhisattva didn’t want to see in Journey to the West, and was vaguely guessed by the Internet idlers of later generations There is no clue, so now he has fallen into a pitiful end where he can’t see immortals when he is born, and he can’t see corpses when he dies.

Thinking of this, the little ermine didn’t dare to say anything, buried itself on the keyboard, not knowing the passage of time, seeing that the story was more than half completed, he raised his head hesitantly, and asked cautiously: “Although Suzaku and Dapeng are one body , just like the phoenix, and Maitreya is the same thing that appeared in the fire at the beginning of the catastrophe, but why is this story called the story of Suzaku?”

“In your opinion, what should it be called?”

The little ermine ran to the saucer and licked two mouthfuls of tea, feeling very comfortable, and said, “In my opinion, this story is about Yi Tianxing becoming a Buddha, and it should be called Qiu Buddha.”

Guanyin Bodhisattva turned his eyes away from the TV screen, his eyes were filled with coldness: “No.”

“Why?” The little ermine didn’t expect the Bodhisattva’s reaction to be so strong, so it was a little surprised.

Bodhisattva said coolly: “That song is disgusting.”

After a while, the Bodhisattva said again: “Anyway, that family has something to do with the word Suzaku. It’s good to call it Suzaku Ji. Maybe I can lure some Taoist disciples to take a look.”

Another day, the Silver Mouse climbed down from the keyboard with tired steps, only to find that there was no sign of Bodhisattva in the room. A slightly fishy sea breeze blew through the half-open window, and it fixed its eyes on the window that it had never closed. Looking at the TV screen, I saw that there was a concert on that TV channel, and there was a very familiar woman singing on it.

The Silver Mouse was taken aback and nearly fell off the stool, and was even more shocked when he saw the woman’s pseudonym Zhang Xiaobai.

After a while, the ermine turned surprise into joy, squeaked a smile, climbed onto the keyboard again, and started typing.

It was originally a mouse in the hands of the Heavenly King, relying on the innate advantage of having someone above its master. For thousands of years, it has eavesdropped on countless secrets of the Buddha Land in the Heavenly Court. However, Yi Tianxing went to heaven for a battle, so he took it captive. During the period, he went to Mount Sumeru to visit Namei.The nemesis, entering Putuo, and a big fight with the Pure Land, it hides in the small schoolbag tremblingly.

Unexpectedly, when he was out of trouble, he was by the side of Guanyin Bodhisattva, let alone Guanyin Bodhisattva asked himself to write this story.

This is what it is willing to do, but these days it has always been frightened by the coercion of the Bodhisattva, and its heart of gossip cannot be expressed. It just writes some bloody things on the keyboard, babbling and chanting the scriptures. The Bodhisattva forbade him to tell the whole story as the truth, and only taught it a way of telling the truth and falsehood, mixed with countless disgusting tricks of mystification. There is no place for dirty jokes in the harem of my favorite stallion, so I can’t help but feel very troubled.

Coupled with being imprisoned by the Bodhisattva all the time, and not knowing whether after writing this story, it will end up in a pitiful place like the people of Sheyang Mountain who died without a burial place.

At this time, seeing the Bodhisattva went to play in the human world and gained freedom, the ermine was naturally very happy, typing on the keyboard randomly, adding a lot of jerky jokes to the story of Suzaku, and even some faintly insinuating words about Buddhism.

In the end, it rolled its small eyes, thought of Chun’s matter, gritted its teeth and danced, borrowing the mouth of Lingguang Shenjun, secretly cursed countless monsters. Then, the word “he” in the dialogue between Guanyin Bodhisattva and Yi Tianxing was changed to “she”. Deliberately as a female, but always feel very comfortable.

In this way, the mouse felt refreshed and happy, and it really turned typing into its own business.

In the summer of a certain year, the full text of Suzaku Ji was finished, and the mouse trimmed its beard with its claws. Looking at the three characters of the full text on the computer screen, it was unavoidable to feel a little proud.

When I was proud, I thought that I slandered the monk and slandered the Buddha in the story, and now that the underworld is open again, I am afraid that I will fall into the tongue-pulling hell after death, and perish forever. At the beginning of the book, it secretly rejoiced that wearing a cat vest, no one would think that it was a mouse who wrote the book.

After everything was done, I started uploading. Unexpectedly, several Buddhist masters left messages in the book review area to denounce it, and some even cursed that it should go to the hell of pulling out their tongues. While the rats were afraid, Fuxi really had the foresight.

Nanmo Maitreya.

In the middle of February, the ermine turned into a streamer, and when it came to the Guiyuan Temple in the provincial capital, there was only a scene of mourning. It was known that a certain great virtuous man was going to the west. After paying respects and shedding a few tears, he collected himself and went to a small bookstore. go too.

It must be known that it has been writing this story for a long time, but it is curious to know what kind of life Yi Tianxing, who has taken him captive, is living now.

When I came to the bank of Ink Lake, I ran into a small bookstore, slipped past a pile of pirated books, lay down under the root of the big tree in the backyard that was often damaged by water and fire, and began to eavesdrop.

I only heard a man and a woman talking at night in the house, and the love talk was endless. It is inconvenient to go into details here, but there was a sentence in it about the nine heavens of ice and fire, which made the mouse very puzzled.

After a while, the room was quiet, a young man walked out of the room with a look of hesitation, holding a pile of quilts in his hands.

The mouse was confused, and subconsciously said: “Yi Maile, you will be kicked out of bed too.”

Yi Tianxing sat beside it, scratched his head and said, “I couldn’t control it for a while, and burned the quilt.”

The mouse saw that he was kind, and his professional habits broke out, so he asked with a smile, “When will you go back to Xumi?”

“Being controlled by someone, I can’t go back.” Yi Tianxing lit a cigarette, looked at the starry sky, and said leisurely: “After having a wife, I realized that family life is very complicated.”

The mouse got addicted to cigarettes and called out greedily, “Sir, spray me twice, spray me twice.”

Yi Tianxing saw what it said was cheap, laughed, and took two mouthfuls of thick smoke and sprayed it on its small head.

The mouse sniffed the smoke and was very satisfied: “It’s really comfortable. The book Ghost Blowing the Lantern is all nonsense, and it’s really written about this matter.”

Yi Tianxing smiled and said, “Come and see what I’m doing”

“Let’s see what life is like after you become a Buddha.”

“So-so, the third best in the world.” Yi Tianxing shook his head, with a look of pride on his face, and suddenly heard Zou Leilei coughing in the back room, his complexion suddenly changed, “I’m leaving.”

Before entering the house, Yi Tianxing suddenly turned around and frowned, “Being a Buddha is really meaningless, you are happier, remember, continue to do your promising job as a yy writer.”

The mouse almost fell.

Yi Tianxing suddenly said something again, with a chill in his eyes, the power almost crushed the mouse into meatloaf: “Just don’t go to Jinjiang to write the story between me and Ye Xiang.”

The mouse trembled.

“How about writing the story of Ye Xiang and Shi Zhi?” He looked at the bright moon in the sky, thought of the six movements of the moonlight, and thought of Yi Zhu’s first love, and his heart was very warm.

The above is purely fictitious and cannot be similar, naturally there is no coincidence. The naughty jokes are over, let’s say a few words seriously.

I finished writing The Story of Suzaku, although I knew it wasn’t too great, and I didn’t think roast chicken was so good, but at the moment when I posted the chapter, I did feel a little lost, and then I felt a sense of accomplishment, after all, I wrote it out word by word. After more than a year, it was finally the third time in the end that I was touched. The first time I was moved was Yi Tianxing eating hot pot with monkeys and watching the Spring Festival Gala; the second time I was moved was when I said on Teacher’s Day that if there is a Chen Gougou in the world, I would also like to wish him a happy holiday.In other words, I don’t know why, but I still feel quite moved. I am really a middle-aged wretched man with rich feelings.

When I write this story, I have a lot of feelings, scattered feelings, so I won’t repeat them here. There are a few scenes that I like very much, white lotus blooming under the red buttocks, fat red bird in the aluminum lunch box, Lei Lei’s mother, Xiao Yi When Zhu returned home, Puxian Bodhisattva quoted Lu Xun’s tombstone inscription.

When I read this story myself, I felt that the front was a bit scattered, mainly because of the context of the first, second and third volumes and the latter, especially the second volume. There are objective reasons for this, such as the collapse of the publishing house. There are also subjective reasons. As I said before, the intention is not right, so I didn’t put too much effort in front.

But there are advantages to not using force, at least it looks easier.

Later, I suddenly entered in March. This was unexpected, so I was a little scared, because the feeling of receiving cash for subscription is different from that of selling the entity. The entity is like making some goods and letting the agent sell them, but it is like When I open a shop on the street, customers can respond to the goods very clearly and quickly. This feeling forces me to be more serious. I think my attitude is much stronger from the level after the third volume, but it is not necessarily pleasing. , not necessarily good.

The biggest gain for me from roasting chicken is to understand a little bit the relationship between good and good-looking.

Speaking of the story itself, there are three endings designed for this story, and some friends guessed one a long time ago, that is, Yi Tianxing washed diapers in 1995. , Arranging for Comrade Tathagata to continue to be born, even the specific scene has been thought out.

On the maternity bed of Gaoyang County Hospital, the newly-born baby Buddha is playing with one hand pointing at the sky and one finger at the heavens and the earth, but Yi and Leilei opened their mouths wide, and the old monkey guarded outside the maternity room with a golden stick, always ready to fight , Yi Zhu took a bowl of boiling rice soup to bully his younger brother.

In the sky, Yinyin and Amitabha are smiling conspiratorially.

This ending is to emphasize that no one can get rid of some things that they think they can get rid of. Just like Comrade Tathagata, who wanted to die, but in the end he just couldn’t die. He wanted to cry but had no tears, which is more absurd.

The reason why I gave up this ending is because I feel that this ending is too cruel for a big man like Comrade Tathagata.

And a book friend said, why bother to continue to make such a personal mess, I don’t like him.

There is another ending that is crueler and colder, but I am a good person, so I resolutely discard it.

I am very satisfied with the ending now, and I hope everyone is also satisfied.

The process of web serialization is the process of the writer fighting with many brothers and sisters of readers. Everyone guesses, but I don’t want you to guess.

Many writers are like this, and I am no exception, but I don’t want to deliberately change my original thinking. Just like the Tathagata committing suicide in the book, this was decided a long time ago and will not be changed. What the old monkey said about three days, was designed to play like that at the time.

And Zou Leilei, everyone said that she should show her power. I definitely didn’t let her show her power because there were too many people calling for her to show her power, but from my own understanding, since she belongs to a kind of peaceful Her pure personality is a little coincident with the meaning of quietness and inaction, so why let her be more aggressive? After seeing many things clearly, she realized that doing nothing is enough, so Leilei just took a nap at the end.

In addition to the four words that all life is suffering, there are also eight words that lead to the end of this story. One movement and one stillness are called Tathagata. This is a sentence I saw a long time ago when I was reading Buddhist scriptures, but it made me very angry Unfortunately, no matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find it. I don’t know if I remembered it wrong, or if it was a forced memory for myself, but since there is no source for the text, I couldn’t use the horoscope, so I had to swallow it back.

There is also a very strong response to the question, that is, to praise the Buddha and suppress the Tao, and to worship foreigners and foreign countries. I can only sigh about this, and I don’t know where I praised the Buddha.

First of all, I am a person who has no religious beliefs. Although I have not joined the party, I am a firm materialist, which is different from the leader of Jingguo. Speaking of hobbies, in fact, I am familiar with Taoism. Seven or eight years ago, I tried to read the Tao Te Ching for myself. As for Buddhist scriptures, I have very little contact with them. Except for one collection by Hu Shi, I just flipped through the rest casually. The disclaimer I wrote before is not a gesture. To this day, I must admit that I am a loser in terms of religion.

This is just a story of fighting and warmth.

The reason why we choose Buddhism as the main background is mainly based on three considerations, and we didn’t spend any time on the choice: First, the Taoist system is too messy and too secular. Although the Buddhist system is complex, it is relatively simple when it comes to simplification. In addition, in my personal opinion, I always feel that fighting with Bodhisattvas is more cool.

Secondly, I think that if Taoism follows the path of Taoism and reaches the highest point at the end, it is a state of tranquility and inaction. This is what I think is the best appearance of Taoism. Taoism seems to be sentimental but ruthless, and Buddhism seems to be sentimental but lustful. Taoism is enough to play by itself, but Mahayana Buddhism always thinks about saving all sentient beings. If I write a story, the most powerful realms in it are all quiet and inactive, like Laojun and Leilei, mother, whoever comes to fight and who will play tricks will pay for my living expenses

The third and most important point is: when writingIt just so happens that what is placed at hand is not the Tao Te Ching, but Hu Shi’s book and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s Vow Merit and Virtue Sutra. I’m a lazy person, so I naturally just pretended to be perfunctory with what I had at hand, everyone forgive me.

But after thinking about it, it might be better if I could list the Buddhist scriptures mentioned in the story with notes or something, or borrow the words of the person in the book to explain it, maybe it will be more fluent, so the number of words There is also more water, more water, and more money.

It was originally expected that there should be events in Beijing and Taipei, but I didn’t write much about it later. Now it seems to be correct, because the story has been stretched too long because of me being wordy.

Some of the characters in the front didn’t appear later, but they decided their path around the



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