Chapter 12 nun

This happened late at night on September 29th.As long as I endure it for one more day, it will be October. I wish I could go to the pawn shop and earn another month’s interest money. I haven’t even smoked cigarettes. I’ve slept all day, looking forward to tomorrow’s arrival. .I can't sleep at night because I sleep too much during the day.At about 11:30 at night, the sliding door of the room suddenly rattled. I thought it was probably caused by the wind, but after a while, it started rattling again.Eh, thinking that there must be someone there, I leaned out half of my body from the quilt, stretched out my hand to open the sliding door, and suddenly found a young nun standing there.

She is a slightly petite nun of medium build.The top of the head is green, and the whole face is in the shape of a goose egg.The cheeks are slightly dark, revealing a pink color.The eyebrows are the two crescent eyebrows of Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha, the eyes are big and shiny like bells, and the eyelashes are very long.The nose is very small but thick, the thin red lips are a little big, slightly parted, revealing a gap like a piece of paper, and the white teeth are clearly visible.The lower lip is slightly more prominent than the upper lip.The ink-dyed monk robe seemed to have been starched, and the pleats were straight and straight, but the hem length was a bit too short.About three inches of the feet were exposed, and there were fine hairs growing on the pink calf that was round like a ball, and a pair of white socks that were obviously too short were tightly wrapped around the ankles, so that the middle looked particularly thin.He holds a sapphire rosary in his right hand and a long, thin book with a red cover in his left.

I thought it was my sister, so I casually said please come in.The nun entered my room and quietly closed the sliding door behind her. The hard cotton monk's robe rustled on the floor. She walked to my pillow and sat down in a regular manner.I got out of the quilt and lay on my back to observe the nun's face. Without any warning, a strong sense of terror hit my heart, which made me stop breathing temporarily, and my eyes were dark. They do look alike, but you are not my sister, right?In fact, I didn't have a sister from the beginning, and I didn't realize it until then. Who are you then?

The nun replied: I seem to have mistaken the house, there is no way, the houses all look exactly the same. The sense of terror gradually disappeared.I looked at the nun's hands. The nails were about two centimeters long, and the knuckles were black and dry. Why are your hands so dirty?I lay down like this and looked at you, those parts of your throat are obviously clean. The nun replied: because I have done unclean things.I am very clear in my heart.That's why they use rosary beads and scriptures to cover up.I walk with rosary beads and scriptures for color matching.The black monk clothes with blue and red are very eye-catching, which can bring out my temperament even more.

While saying this, the nun flipped through the pages of the scriptures and said: Let me read it. Um.I close my eyes. It is written in the scriptures: Husband sees the floating life in the world, all of which are impermanent. A person's life is nothing more than birth, old age, sickness and death. It is a bit embarrassing to think about it like a dream or fantasy, so it is better to think about something else.As a woman, a husband has the so-called five obstacles and three obediences, and he must not be above a man, so all women.What nonsense. (①Five kinds of obstacles and three types of obedience, the five kinds of obstacles refer to: women cannot become Brahma kings, emperors, demon kings, wheel-turning kings, and Buddhas; the three types of obedience refer to: when young, obey parents; from sub.)

sounds so good.I closed my eyes and said. Read a little more, I live a boring life every day, if I am not surprised or curious about any stranger visiting, how can I hear such a nice voice, although I am also that kind of man.But it's really nice to be able to talk to you easily with your eyes closed like this, don't you think? No, but that's okay too.Do you like listening to fairy tales? Like it. So the nun began to tell stories. Let me tell you a crab story.The reason why the crabs under the moonlit night are skinny is that one night the crabs were wandering on the beach and felt very scared when they saw their own ugly shadows.It misses the scene of sleeping peacefully in the deep sea where the moonlight cannot be seen, and the Kumbu forest swaying with the sea, and even dreams of the time in the Dragon Palace.Bewitched by the moon, the crab hurriedly crawled to the beach wholeheartedly. Once on the beach, he immediately found his own ugly shadow. He was shocked and quite frightened.There are men here, there are men here!The crab kept stumbling along while spitting foam and talking to itself.The carapace of crabs is easily broken.No, judging by its shape, it should have the possibility of being smashed.It is said that when the crab's carapace is smashed, it will make a crackling sound.Once upon a time, there was a big crab in England. When it was first born, its carapace was red and beautiful.Unfortunately, the crab's carapace was almost crushed, and it is not known whether it was the crime committed by the people or the retribution caused by itself.One day, the big crab walked into a cafe boringly shaking its carapace with white meat exposed. Many small crabs had already gathered in the smoky cafe, smoking and talking about women.One of them, a little crab born in France, stared at the big crab with clear blue eyes.The little crab's carapace has an oriental-style dark gray checkered pattern interlaced. The big crab felt that the little crab's sight was dazzling, so he whispered quietly: Hey, don't bully the poor crab!Compared with the big crab, this small crab is obviously much smaller. It is a poor and weak crab that is not worth seeing at all. Now it has forgotten the humiliation in the northern sea, and it just wants to shine in the moonlight.Once on the beach, I was frightened again. The shadow in front of me, such a flat and ugly shadow, is it really me?I am a new man, let me see my shadow!Already almost crushed.Is my carapace really so ugly?Is it really so fragile?The little crab staggered while muttering to himself.Am I really talented?No, no, even if there is, it is a strange talent, at most it is a talent for making a living.In order to sell the manuscript, what method do you use to discharge the editor indiscriminately?Is it like this, or is it like that, eyedrops are used to make tears and cry, or is it a threat?Let's put on a more advanced kimono!Don't add word-for-word footnotes to your work.It said so boredly: If you don't mind.The carapace is aching, and the moisture in the body seems to be dry.Smelling the smell of sea water is my only hobby.The fragrance of the sea tide is gone, ah, I will disappear with it.Let's go back to the sea.Diving into the depths of the sea, I miss the Kumbu Forest.Nomadic schools of fish.Panting, the little crab staggered on the beach.Rest briefly in thatched huts by the sea, and briefly in the shade of rotting fishing boats.This crab, where did the crab come from?It has been handed over to various places, it is the crab of horned deer.Running rampant in the world, I don't know where to go?She stopped there and did not continue.

What's wrong?I open my eyes. No.The nun answered quietly.What a pity, this is what will be retribution in the Chronicle of Ancient Matters.By the way, where is the toilet? Go out of this room, go straight along the corridor to the right, and go to the cedar door at the end. In autumn, women will feel cold.After speaking, he shrank his neck like a mischievous child and kept rolling his eyes.I smile slightly. The nun came out of my room.I put the quilt over my head and thought.Not thinking about such a great thing, just secretly delighted like a villain, this is really a gift from heaven.

The nun seemed a little flustered, hurried back to the room, closed the sliding door with a snap, stood up and said: I should go to bed, it's already twelve o'clock.You don't mind if I sleep here? It doesn't matter.I answer her. No matter how poor I am, I will always buy the most gorgeous quilts. This has been my idea since I was a teenager, so even if an uninvited guest comes to spend the night like now, I will not neglect it in the slightest.I got up, pulled out one of the three quilts I had made, and laid it next to the quilt I slept on. The pattern of this quilt is so special, it looks like stained glass.

I used to cover two quilts, but now I only cover one quilt. No, I don't need a quilt, I can just sleep on the floor. That's it.I immediately got into my quilt. The nun quietly stuffed the rosary and scriptures under the quilt, and lay directly on top of the quilt in her monk's robe. Please watch my face carefully.Gradually I would fall asleep.Immediately after that, teeth grinding will begin, and then the Tathagata Buddha will come. Buddha? Yes, the Buddha will come for a night tour, every night.Didn't you say you were bored?Then take a closer look at the appearance of the Buddha.I told you in advance for your sake.

Sure enough, as she said, just after finishing speaking, I heard the other person's gentle breathing, and then heard a sharp creaking sound, and the sliding door of the room creaked. , suddenly found that the Tathagata was outside the door. He rides on a white elephant two feet high.On the white elephant rested a pair of blackened and rusted gold saddles.Tathagata looks a little thin, no, very thin, and his ribs are clearly visible, like blinds.He was completely naked, with tattered brown strips wrapped around his waist, and his hands and feet, as thin as a praying mantis, were covered with spider silk and coal.The skin is dark, the short hair is red and curly, the face is only the size of a fist, the nose and eyes are all wrinkled, and it is difficult to distinguish clearly.

Is it Tathagata Buddha? yes.Tathagata's voice was low and hoarse.It was really forced to show up. It stinks.I twitched my nose hard, the smell was really bad.When the Tathagata appeared, my room was filled with an inexplicable stench. Sure enough.Because the elephant is dead.Although mothballs are put, there will still be a smell.Then the voice deepened. Live white elephants are hard to come by these days. Can't ordinary elephants do it? That can't be done, this way, it will damage the image of Tathagata.To be honest, I don't want to show up with this kind of virtue.I was dragged out by nasty guys, and I heard that Buddhism has become very popular. Ah, Tathagata Buddha, quickly think of a way.I have been suffocated by the stench from just now to the point of suffocation. How pathetic.Then he stuttered a bit. You may be wondering, isn't it weird that I'm showing up here?Do you think Tathagata's appearance seems a bit shabby, please tell the truth. Won't!Pretty good.I feel very grand. Oh, is it?Tathagata leaned his body slightly forward. Then, I feel at ease.I've been interested in this ever since.Maybe you will think that I am a person who likes to put on airs.That being the case, then I can go back with peace of mind.Let you take a good look at the momentum of the Tathagata driving back and forth! As soon as he finished speaking, Tathagata yawned and sneezed. This is bad.I thought so in my heart, whether it is the Tathagata or the white elephant, as if the paper fell into the water, it became transparent, and the body split into countless dust without a sound, and disappeared in an instant. I got into the quilt again to observe the appearance of the nun.The nun smiled in her deep sleep.A smile that seems to be revealed inadvertently, a smile of contempt, a smile of innocence, a smile of a bureaucrat, a smile of flattery, and a smile through tears.The nun kept laughing.Smiling and laughing, her body gradually became smaller, and with the sound of flowing water, the nun turned into a two-inch-tall doll.I reached out a hand, grabbed the doll, and examined it carefully.There is a smile on the slightly dark cheeks, the lips like raindrops are still light red, and the white teeth like mustard seeds are neatly arranged.Hands as small as fine snow are a little black, and feet as slender as pine leaves are covered with white socks as grains of rice.I tried to breathe lightly on the hem of the ink-dyed monk's robe.