The night was like ink, the rain poured, I did not want to hide from the rain, sitting in the rain, my whole body poured.

At this moment, I really moved the idea of life, life has no hope, it is better to die, I really do not have the courage to face the future life.

I slowly stood up for the wall, thinking about how to find a way to die without pain.Slowly into the dark alley, at the last moment, I still want to quietly leave, do not want to alarm others, smoke.

I walked aimlessly along the alley, not far away, suddenly stepped on a soft thing, almost tripped, and heard someone on the ground shouting bitterly: "Amitabha Buddha, who is this, why don't you have long eyes?"

I wiped the water on my face, and the light of my mobile phone barely followed, and I was startled by this, sitting on the ground with an old monk, a bald head, a white beard, and a dirty body like a man who wanted to eat, the one who stole drunk and ate in the sheep soup hall.

"Master, why did you sleep here?"I was funny, I felt funny, and I was worried for a while.

The old monk looked up at me and smiled, "Lord, it's you, sitting down, it's fate."He moved to the side and left me a little clean.

The place where we sat, high, was high and barely able to block the rain.No wonder he chose to stay out of the rain.

"Master, you have killed me."I closed my eyes on the wall.

“Oh?”The old man doubted.

"You ran away, not only do I have to pay you, but I was stumped, and even the most important things are lost."I laughed.

"If you lose something outside of yourself, throw it away."The old monk said.

I opened my eyes and moved my body: "Abbot, you really eat the root of the lamp to say light, I help you, you did not say a good word, in turn, you also said cool words."

The old monk said, “Lord, you can’t let go.”You see me, I used to be the abbot of a great temple, admired by all people, and I was in the struggle for gold, and I believed in many men and women, and I was a living Buddha.But now I put them all aside, go out, come out for dinner, be bullied and white-eyed, what do you say I want?”

“Yes, what are you looking for?”I looked at him and said, "You're a fool."

The old man is not yet: "Lord, speak to the mouth, do not hurt the evil."

"Well, well," I said, "then tell me what you're looking for."

“First you have to ask yourself what you need,” the old monk said, “and then you can decide what you do.”Do not forget the beginning.I, the purpose of my life now is to practice to a higher level and understand the higher Dharma, so I must enter the red dust and re-experience it."

“I’ve never heard of being bullied to experience life.According to you, when a bag can become a Buddha."I said.

The old monk said, "I am not poor, enjoy the glory and wealth and are scolded by the eyes, these two things are essentially no difference."No one weighs or is light, but water comes, and I will not move the rock."

I said, "I can't stand up and talk without pain."

“Shall.”The old monk looked at me and said, "Lord, ask you a question."

I was disheartened and didn’t speak with my shoulders.

“If you were ever made, would you choose your life now?”His voice came in my ear.

I closed my eyes and thought, this question is not really good to think about.I think it will still be, after all, after being in prison, after being released from prison, if I don't strive to be a personal person again, I am not willing to do it all my life.With this intention, it is inevitable to see the opportunity to go up, and it is not certain to repeat the present life again.

But I know one thing, now life is actually unworthy for me.I have no ability or mind to sit in my current position.When it comes to the leader, Fu Shaowei is even more suitable than me.

I want to understand, man, live or should be stable, how big feet to wear how many shoes.Resources have arrived and the ability has not arrived, and do not reluctantly do it.

"I have to ask you, elder," I said, "and how do you know where your limits are if you don't?"Isn’t it all about getting out of the comfort zone?”

The old monk's laughter came from the ear: "Getting out of the comfort zone means that you have to test a little bit, slowly expand, not let you sit on the rocket and venture."Even if you get what you shouldn't get for a while, you will lose what you shouldn't have lost in the future."

I muttered these two words, get what I should not get, I will lose what I should not have lost.

I thought to myself, “Master, I didn’t ask you for your Fa number...”

"Look up at the alley."The sound goes out.

I opened my eyes, and the old monk did not know when he was missing.

I blinked and stood for half a day, and it was a tall man.

I got up from the ground, stumbling from the end out of the alley, the outside street lights shining, borrowing light to see the past, opposite is a row of houses, there are a room hanging on the top of the sign, written "round express station."

Looking back, there are a lot of posters on the wall.I was a little confused, just asked him the Fa number, this old monk let the look up what is the meaning?

The rain had stopped, I wiped the rain on my face, and the depression just now had passed, but there was still some depression in my heart.Some things I want to understand, I lost my life, now I just want to go home to live in peace.

Just as they were leaving, there was a courtyard door in front of a private house, and a person poured dirty water.I hurried to the wall of the alley, because this man was the drunken man in the sheep soup hall, and this boy made me feel very ill, with a wrapped face and a white bandage.

He did not see me, poured dirty water back to the hospital, the door is still open.I walked cautiously, knelt in the back, took a deep breath and carefully looked into it.

The small courtyard inside is not large, because the terrain is low-lying, just over the rain are all standing water, two people are cleaning up, the pot filled with water, and then poured into the barrel, to get out of the yard to pour.

I hid in the corner and watched the two men alternate, busy for more than half an hour, and the yard was barely clean.The drunken man scolded and scolded, saying that living in such a place was really unlucky, and it was bound to rain in the house outside, and it was not enough to clean up.

Another humane, old Hu, in a little morning, don't forget to take that thing to the antique street to see, can you sell it.

I immediately understood, will they say it is the currency?

I was secretly shocked to find it here, relying on the old monk's guidance, who is this monk?

The yard is two of them, the house does not know a few people, I suddenly full of confidence, feel that all the fate, can find the fall of the royal currency, will inevitably lose.

The two of them finished their work and went into the house.As soon as I gritted my teeth, I entered the yard with courage and crept in front of the house.The door was open, the door was sewn, and there was a mahjong table on the inside, and there were three men and a woman playing mahjong, all of them were the ladies of the city.The drunk old Hu and the other person, sitting next to him talking, the old Hu holding a thing in his hand, I was surprised, it is the royal coin.

“Do you think this is worth anything?”The old man took the royal coin and turned it over to see.

The mahjong lady said, “I don’t know if I’m going to identify it.”I think it's worth it, it looks like a rarity."

"It's scary, there's a ghost's head on it."Old nonsense.

A man who plays mahjong: "Old Hu, a few brothers in order to get such a thing, but they do not take less risks, you really want to sell a good price, do not swallow it."

The old Hu Hey hey laughed: "I have no other benefits of this person, it is a sentiment."Don't worry, one is indispensable, it's all good."

I looked outside and saw how I could get the coins back.I am now an ordinary person, there are so many scoundrels in the market, a stinking do not say, back to slander me to steal things, I am dumb to eat yellow even bitter can not say.

Now I can only wait for the opportunity.

The mahjong voice in the house is constantly "whispering", they are not sleepy, while playing mahjong while nagging, the old Hu drink tea, some excited, waiting for the dawn to go out to sell the royal coin.

I have conceived a lot of solutions, one of which is, waiting for the old Hu to ambush him on the road when he goes out, but it is not very good to think about it, here is close to the train station, the camera is lined up, casually shoot a picture, I am the nature of road robbery, it is best to solve here, leaving no hidden dangers.

After a while, the old Hu was still drinking tea, and the other person entering the house might have gone to rest.As soon as he walked away, the rhythm of speech in the house gradually slowed down, the concentration of mahjong played mahjong, and the old Hu could not bear it, stretched a lazy waist, nesting in the sofa some sleepy.

Quiet in the house.I was nervous outside and now it was the best chance.

I gritted my teeth, did not enter the tiger cave, and put together a handful.I sat on the ground, on all my arms, and slowly climbed into the house.The mahjong player stared at his mahjong card, and the old Hu was drowsy, and no one noticed me crawling in for a while.

I was like a stray dog, quietly, and climbed into the house step by step.