The Great Enlightenment

The sound of hustle and bustle reached his ears, and Donkey Dazhu suddenly opened his eyes, looking down at his powerful and strong arms, there was still a bit of horror in his expression.

"Have we really turned back time?"

Donkey Dazhu suddenly stood up and looked around. Only then did he realize that he was in a hut with bare walls. He couldn't help but look overjoyed, "Madam! This time I will never watch you being bullied by that beast." Insult!"

He stepped forward and pushed open the wooden door. The dazzling sunlight reflected into his pupils, causing him to squint his eyes slightly.

His young body gave him a long-lost feeling of strength. Donkey Dazhu was full of confidence. His originally stooped back was straight, and he had to lower his head slightly even when he walked out of the wooden door.

"The hunting team is about to set off! Donkey Dazhu, hurry up and lead the dog!"

Several shouts came into his ears, and Donkey Dazhu looked up, and sure enough he saw hunters in the village walking out of their houses in twos and threes, dozens of them, and they all gathered towards the square in front of the village.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Donkey Dazhu's eyes couldn't help but twitch slightly. In his memory, there was only one time when such a large-scale hunting team was organized in the village, and that was when he was eighteen years old.

This time the hunting team set out into the mountains, and it took three days before they managed to escape with a disabled hunter. All the other villagers died in the mountains. This also led to the collapse of Lujia Village. In the following decades, There were only a few decent hunters. The whole village relied on the meager fields at the foot of the mountain to make ends meet, and most of the villagers fell into famine.

"Eighteen years old?!"

Donkey Dazhu looked a little dazed, "You actually lied to me! Time did not go back to the time when my wife was humiliated, but went back to sixty years ago!"

Just when he was confused and confused, the calm voice came into his ears again: "I only said that time can be turned back. When did I say that I would go back to where you want to be?"

There were red bloodshot eyes in Donkey Dazhu's eyes. He looked around fiercely, but couldn't find any trace. He growled: "What on earth are you going to do?!"

The voice chuckled and said: "Your wife is a concubine of the imperial family who was exiled during the temple war. If she had never met you, she should not have died so miserably. Do you really not want to save her?"

Mentioning the Zhou family, Donkey Dazhu regained some sense and said in a hoarse voice: "As long as I can save my wife, I will do anything you want."

The voice said: "That's very good. According to my calculations, you and she should meet in Liuye County five years later. I will give you a Heart Sutra, and you will recite it devoutly and silently during these days. Five years later, go to Liuye County." Meet her in Yejuncheng."

Donkey Dazhu nodded vigorously and said, "I understand."

After saying this, he turned around and closed the wooden door, turning a deaf ear to the shouts outside the door as he remembered.

It's just that last time he didn't go into the mountain because of his filial piety for my mother. This time, it was because of the brocade that slowly appeared on the desk.

"If this is the case, then the true practice of deep Prajnaparamita lasts for a long time, and the true five aggregates are all empty. They do not fall into the self-appearance, human appearance, sentient beings' appearance, and longevity. This is called the empty appearance of all dharmas..."

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Five years.

Donkey Dazhu carried a bamboo basket full of herbs on his back and a small shabby cloth bag on his waist. He strode along the official road. Because of his tall stature, he attracted the attention of many passers-by.

The closer he got to Liuye County, the more complicated Lv Dazhu's mood became. He knew in his heart that in a while, he would see the lady he longed for.

"Everyone get out of here!"

"Don't you have eyes?"

Several shouts of scolding spread throughout the official road, and most of the pedestrians hid on the sides, looking at the arrogant and domineering carriage convoy in the dust.

These carriages are luxuriously decorated, but they move in a hurry, without any regard for the pedestrians passing by on both sides.

After the carriage convoy, there were dozens of wooden caged cars, and in each caged car were several young and girls with numb expressions. Although their clothes were dirty, they were all made of silk and satin, which was obviously not... Coming from an ordinary family.

As we go to the back, the clothes of the people detained in the cage cars become worse, and there are even pungent odors emitting from several cage cars. It is obvious that people have starved to death on the wooden cars, and the bodies are not cleaned. The unpleasant corpse stench.

"After a long journey here, several people died, so throw them out quickly!"

On a luxurious carriage that was moving slowly beside it and specially used to monitor these caged carriages, a man who looked like a steward pinched his nose and frowned, "Be more agile!"

"yes!"

The guards on both sides of the cage immediately responded, opened the door of the wooden cage, and threw the stinking corpses out.

"Butler, there is a maid here who has been poisoned. It looks like she won't live long."

The guard looked at the cage car behind and said loudly.

The steward took a look from a distance and saw a dying girl with white lips, a green face, and wearing coarse clothes. The look of disgust on her face became more obvious: "Throw it out quickly!"

boom!

Dust was flying on the official road, and the girl in civilian clothes was thrown directly from the cage cart that was about ten feet high, and landed in front of Donkey Dazhu!

She originally made no sound on the carriage, like a dead person, but after being thrown down, her brows furrowed tightly, and she let out an extremely weak moan from her bloodless mouth.

Donkey Dazhu knelt down half-kneeling under the strange gazes of passers-by, staring blankly at the dying man in front of him. The unforgotten memories surged up in the depths of his mind and overlapped with the scene in front of him.

Ignoring the gazes of others, Donkey Dazhu held the still-breathing girl in his arms just as he had in his memory. He did not mind the faint stench emanating from her body, walked straight down the official road, and strode towards the mountains and forests.

Donkey Dazhu knew that the poison she had been poisoned was so deep that without the herbs in the mountains, she would have died.

About half an hour later, when the sky was getting dark, Donkey Dazhu finally carried her to a cave at the bottom of the cliff and settled her temporarily.

He took off the bamboo basket behind his back and took out the green willow-like herbal medicine inside. Donkey Dazhu didn't show any reluctance as he crushed it into pieces and applied the green juice oozing out from it on the girl's lips. , on the face, and all exposed parts of the body.

This herb is called donkey dung grass, and it is a good detoxification medicine that grows in the deep mountains. However, the place where it grows is on an extremely steep and dangerous cliff. Except for Donkey Dazhu, who is born with brute strength and long legs, there is no one in Donkey Village. No one in the world can pick this herb.

Donkey Dazhu saved donkey dung and grass for five years and went to Liuye County just to sell these herbs at a good price so that he could buy two acres of thin farmland and have his own land to cultivate when he returned to the village.

However, these herbs were all used on the clothed girl in front of them before they could be sold.

"It's still not enough."

Donkey Dazhu looked at the clothed girl whose breath was getting weaker and weaker. He sighed, closed his eyes, and gently took off her stinking dirty clothes. His fingers inadvertently touched her smooth and warm skin. .

One hand crushed the remaining donkey dung grass to obtain the juice. Donkey Dazhu had no evil thoughts in her heart, and the other hand applied the herbs all over her body.

By this time, it was completely dark.

Donkey Dazhu looked at the empty bamboo basket and said softly to himself: "We need to go pick some more herbs tomorrow."

After saying this, he was stunned for a long time and recited the Prajna Heart Sutra silently. Then he picked up the girl's clothes, walked to the cold stream with bare arms, washed them very carefully, and dried them. On the rocks outside the cave.

The next day, Donkey Dazhu was awakened by the cool mountain breeze. As soon as he opened his eyes, he subconsciously looked back.

Seeing that the girl was still sleeping peacefully with her clothes on her, and her breathing was much calmer than yesterday, Donkey Dazhu breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression gradually dimmed.

Everything is as it was in memory, nothing has changed.

"only……"

Donkey Dazhu came closer and gently lifted a corner of the clothes on the shoulders of the clothed girl.

A ball of pale green blood accumulated on her fair shoulder. This was the sepsis forced out by the donkey dung grass.

It's just that the commoner girl has never practiced breathing and breathing skills. Even if the donkey dung grass is effective, it will only allow the toxins to accumulate in one place. If it continues to accumulate like this, it will cause congestion to flow back, erode the heart, and eventually cause more severe poisoning. Death.

Looking at the green threads still piling up towards his shoulders, Donkey Dazhu didn't hesitate at all. He actually stepped forward to support the girl's arm, bit the flesh on her shoulders hard, and sucked out a big mouthful of green juice. Sepsis!

"vomit!"

Donkey Dazhu turned his head and spit out the sepsis on the other side of the cave, but there was still some green residue between his lips and mouth.

After a few breaths, Donkey Dazhu's eyes suddenly became dull, but returned to normal after a moment. He turned back and continued to suck the sepsis from the girl's shoulder without stopping for a moment.

Although a little bit of sepsis did not lead to death, it made Donkey Dazhu's reaction slower, his mind damaged, and he was much more stupid than before.

This was also the main reason why Lv Dazhu was bullied after he returned to the village. If he was still as quick-thinking and strong as before going to the county, although he might not really be able to fight with others, in Lvjia Village he was You won't be discriminated against like this.

In this way, Donkey Dazhu sucked out the sepsis for the common girl during the day, and climbed to the cliff at noon to collect donkey dung herbs. In just a few days, the common girl's complexion improved a lot.

Although she still hasn't woken up, under the extremely careful care of Donkey Dazhu, who feeds her with water and fruit, her originally blue and black face has become slightly rosy.

"Madam..."

Donkey Dazhu sat on the rock, his expression becoming more and more complex.

If nothing unexpected happens, she will wake up after a while. At that time, she will be grateful for her life-saving grace as if in her memory, and decide to follow him back to Lujia Village to be his wife.

But this time, Donkey Dazhu silently put on clean clothes for her, packed his bamboo basket, and left the cave.

This was also the first time that Donkey Dazhu did something inconsistent with his memory.

Boom!

The sound of heavy objects falling reached his ears. Donkey Dazhu glanced sideways and saw that a scholar carrying a book basket accidentally fell down. However, the place where he fell was blocked by trees, which slowed him down. Wait, I wasn't too seriously injured.

Donkey Dazhu stood in the shadow of the steep rocks, staring blankly at the scholar carrying a book basket, his heart throbbing uncontrollably.

I don't know how long it took, but in a daze, Donkey Dazhu heard the voiceless voice of a girl who was already familiar to him and was unforgettable.

"Sir, did you save me..."

"Sir, why are you injured?"

"Sir, let me help you apply the medicine."

"Young Master is so kind to me, but I really don't know how to repay you."

"The little girl is called Zhou Niang."

"Son..."

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It feels like a world away.

The sun rises and the moon sets, I don’t know how many mornings and evenings there are.

Donkey Dazhu walked out from behind the shadow of the rocks and stared blankly at the pair of wall figures holding each other's arms dozens of feet away.

"Mother, look at that man with stubble and unkempt hair. He looks like a savage in the mountains. He is really weird. Now that your legs and feet are fine, I'll leave as soon as possible."

The scholar's voice came over, but Donkey Dazhu ignored it and just stared at the girl in clean cloth.

She turned back and glanced at Donkey Dazhu. Her eyes were as clear and translucent as in memory, but they seemed to be looking at the flowers, plants and trees in the mountains, without any special emotion.

"A weirdo indeed."

The voices of the two gradually faded away, and finally the silence of the mountains returned to Donkey Dazhu's ears.

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Donkey Dazhu still stood in place, like a natural stone sculpture, as if integrated with the mountain rocks.

"If this is the case, then the true practice of deep Prajnaparamita lasts for a long time, and the true five aggregates are all empty, and will not fall into the appearance of myself, human beings, living beings, and longevity..."

After a long time, there was a faint voice of hoarse chanting, murmuring.

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"Have you never given up yet?"

The blurry figure twisted and appeared, looking at Donkey Dazhu quietly.

Click.

The donkey pillar, which looked like a stone sculpture, moved for the first time. He stretched out his sleeves and robe with some effort, brushed off the frost on his eyebrows, and knelt down in silence.

The blur on the figure dissipated, revealing a beautiful young man wearing a gold-threaded white robe.

The young man in white robe said softly: "It seems that you have understood the Prajna Heart Sutra."

Donkey Dazhu suddenly raised his head, his voice still hoarse: "I dare to ask, is there anything you have never let go of?"

The white-robed young man's picturesque and cold eyebrows were startled for a moment, obviously he had never thought that Donkey Dazhu would ask. After a moment of silence, he said: "So what if you let go, so what if you never let go. When manpower is limited, for ordinary creatures, If you encounter something you can't do anything about, you have to accept your fate."

Donkey Dazhu bowed his head and knelt on the ground, saying nothing.

After a few breaths, the young man in white robe spoke again, his tone changed slightly, and there was a hint of coldness in it: "It's just that I have seen the sign of fate with my own eyes. If a living being can really break the shackles of itself, Heart-blocked, when you look up again, the flowers and grass are the world, and the gravel is the human world."

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