"Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls; the east wind is bad, the joy is thin, and I am full of melancholy. I have been away for several years, wrong, wrong, wrong."
"Spring is as old as before, people are empty and thin, tears are red and the crocodile silk is transparent; peach blossoms are falling, leisure pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to entrust the brocade book, Mo, Mo, Mo."
Professor Xu read two lines of poetry from "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" by Lu You.
On the way up the mountain, Professor Xu told Feng Yu and Zhang Xiuxian such a story.
In the 14th year of Shaoxing reign of Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty, Lu You married Tang Wan, the daughter of his uncle. The two had known each other since childhood and were childhood sweethearts. After their marriage, they respected each other as guests.
Tang Wan was talented and had a close relationship with Lu You. This made Lu You's mother dissatisfied, thinking that Tang Wan would interfere with her son's career. In the end, Lu's mother actually wanted to force Tang Wan and Lu You to divorce.
Lu You had no choice but to divorce Tang Wan. Ten years later, during a spring outing, Lu You and Tang Wan met at Yuji Temple in the south of Shaoxing City. Tang Wan was married to Zhao Shicheng at this time. Tang Wan sent someone to give Lu You wine, and Lu You Feeling grateful for the past, when he did not know that Tang Wan had married Zhao Shicheng, Lu You wrote an inscription on the wall of Shen Garden.
After Lu You wrote the poem for the first chapter, he looked at Tang Wan affectionately and left sadly.
Tang Wan stood there and read Lu You's inscription several times. Unable to control her emotions, Tang Wan burst into tears. She returned home to Xiaque where she wrote the inscription.
"The world is thin and human beings are evil. When the rain comes at dusk, flowers tend to fall. At dawn, when the wind dries up and tears remain, I want to write down my thoughts and talk alone across the fence. It's difficult, difficult, difficult."
"People are different, today is not yesterday, the sick soul tastes like a rope on a swing; the sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark, and I am afraid of being asked, so I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy, hiding, hiding, hiding."
Professor Xu seems to like Lu You very much, and his emotions are very high every time he talks about affectionate things.
Feng Yu had never experienced love in the world, and was unmoved by the depth of this kind of love.
What Zhang Xiuxian listened to all the way was even more boring. After serving in the army for so many years, he was used to hearing battlefield stories about one against a hundred, or weird folk legends. He was told some love stories all of a sudden, and he almost listened. Zhang Xiuxian didn't fall asleep.
The mountain road went deeper and deeper, until there were only a handful of temples on the mountain, and then we saw the Jialan Temple deep in the mountain, surrounded by mountains and trees.
Jialan Temple is at the end of the steps on the mountain road. The temple is not big, but it has the feeling of an ancient temple. Probably because it is inconvenient to build in the deep mountains and forests. The three words "Jialan Temple" on the door plaque are extremely old, and the whole temple looks very old. History, just like the rumored story, there is really a bluestone at the entrance of Jialan Temple.
The temple door was wide open, and I crawled all the way there. There was a female monk inside who was cleaning the door. She seemed to know that Feng Yu and the three of them had arrived. When she saw the three of them entering the temple door, the female monk came up and took a look at the three of them. Asked: "Are you two from Taiyuan?"
Zhang Xiuxian had never seen a female monk before, so he couldn't help but be curious. He stared at her carefully for a while. When Feng Yu saw this, he replied: "Yes."
Feng Yu kowtowed to Zhang Xiuxian and told him not to make such a fuss. She was just a female monk. She acted like a mountain cannon. Not to mention the owner of the restaurant at the foot of the mountain before coming here, Jialan Temple is a gathering place for monks, both male and female. Not surprising.
The female monk replied: "You two come with me. This old gentleman, please rest for a while."
Professor Xu was very tired after the trip, so he gasped and said, "You go ahead, I will look around the temple and write down some information."
Female monk brings Feng Yu
We went to a room at the back with Zhang Xiuxian. It seemed that Dad’s arrangement was correct, but I didn’t know what to do in this place?
Once you've come, make peace with it. Even if your father asked you to come, you can't go wrong.
There are far fewer monks in Jialan Temple than in other temples in Daleiyin Mountain, which is not surprising. There are indeed male and female monks in the temple. Such temples are rare in the world. I am afraid there is no other temple in the world.
Come.
Along the way, Zhang Xiuxian followed Grandma Liu into the Grand View Garden, watching the monks differentiate between men and women. If Da Leiyin Mountain is the Love Mountain of Foshan, then Jialan Temple is definitely the most special place in the mountain.
Feng Yu had heard the story of the Tibetan Buddhist Lama Tsangyang Gyatso before. In the Buddhist culture, the love poems written by this man were unique in the world.
Tsangyang Gyatso was full of talent and left countless poems. Finally, he sat on the bank of Qinghai Lake, leaving his mark on that mysterious moonlit night.
Probably some of the culture of Daleiyin Mountain was influenced by Tsangyang Gyatso, because Daleiyin Mountain was renovated many times during the Kangxi period, which was when the Sixth Panchen Lama Tsangyang Gyatso was alive.
The mountains in the twilight, I sit down one by one, with Sanskrit sounds, white clouds, and traces of dreams. I practice tranquility and movement, and between meditation and contemplation, the Buddha's thoughts are lingering. I am sleepwalking under the tree, and when I have an idea, it will be thousands of years.
Year.
This state of mind is probably what I felt when I saw the Jialan Temple in front of me.
The female monk took the two of them to see an old monk. After hearing the female monk enter the door, she called softly: "Master, we are here." Then we found out that the female monk was the old monk's apprentice.
This was the first time that Feng Yu heard that monks also accepted female disciples. Zhang Xiuxian looked confused, as if he didn't know, he thought he had entered somewhere.
The room was very dark. It was a sunny morning, but the old monk insisted on pulling up the curtains and lighting a yellow lamp that was indistinguishable whether it was on or off. The burning shape of the wick was very strange, giving people a sense of terror.
feel.
After the female monk finished her report, she closed the door and left. Feng Yu and Zhang Xiuxian were at a loss. They listened to the old monk sitting cross-legged on the floor and said: "Which one of you is Feng Yu? Your father, Feng Laizi, gave me a breath."
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Feng Yu took a step closer and respectfully replied to the old monk: "I, I am Feng Yu."
The old monk was wearing a faded and worn-out cassock with a fat and wide robe. There were black and white hair roots a few millimeters short on his head. The old monk turned his head and looked at Feng Yu. Feng Yu also looked at the old monk.
I saw the old monk's face was withered and wrinkled, his complexion was dark, and he was holding a string of Rudraksha Bodhis in his hand, showing a deep sense of Zen.
"Oh, you two sit down." The old monk motioned for Feng Yu and Zhang Xiuxian to sit on the Zen mats beside them.
Feng Yu really couldn't figure out what the old monk was trying to do. The monk practicing in Jialan Temple, he was probably going to read Buddhist scriptures with Feng Yu.
The old monk stared at Feng Yu for a moment, with an ugly smile on his face, which was even uglier than if he hadn't smiled.
"Your father and I are old friends. If your Feng family has an heir, Feng Qingqing can die in peace. It's rare that this cripple Feng can even think of me, huh..."
Feng Yu wanted to ask something, but was stopped by the old monk: "The lame man wrote to me. You two brats are really not afraid of death. You dare to go down to the Fox Immortal Tomb. If you weren't lucky, you might die here."
Zhang Xiuxian had a wide range of contacts in the world, and basically had contact with everyone, including officials and military leaders, down to the aunts selling vegetables, the uncles setting up roadside stalls, and even the madams in brothels and the bosses of opium dens.
In his eyes, the old monk
No different from others.
"Old monk, since you know that we are destined to be lucky, then you still don't care whether we go to the Fox Fairy's tomb or not. Why did Uncle Feng ask us to come to Jialan Temple? Could it be to listen to your lectures?"
The old monk said slowly, "He is a man of good temperament. He has the same demeanor as I did back then. The old man's name is Tieguang. When he was young, he was a craftsman doing the same business as you."
Zhang Xiuxian didn't react, "Iron rod monk? That iron rod at the door?"
Feng Yu asked: "Senior, I wonder what kind of craft you are talking about?"
Monk Tiegun pointed to the ground, "Underground craftsmanship, why, your father didn't tell you about it?"
As soon as Zhang Xiuxian heard that Iron Bar Monk might have some skills, he quickly asked: "Are you always a member of the same sentiments?"
The iron stick monk smiled and said nothing.
"Senior, are you an old acquaintance of my father? I've never heard him say that."
"This lame Feng always thinks of me when something happens, and he doesn't even say a word about me when it's okay. I remember that I went through life and death together with your father."
"What is life and what is death? Have you ever fought with my father?"
The iron stick monk nodded slightly, "Not only did he do it once, but he did it many times. His legs were not lame at that time. Your father's ability is extraordinary."
Zhang Xiuxian was anxious when he heard this, "Uncle Feng, what extraordinary ability does he have?"
Feng Yu also set his sights on Monk Tiegun. No one in the Feng family had ever mentioned what happened to Feng Qing in the past.
Monk Tiegun took his time and drew a few symbols on the ground, like some kind of magic circle, and said: "You two sit across from me. Your father asked you to come to Jialan Temple, but he actually asked me to give you
Recite the Pure Good Mantra of the Past Life once to dispel the bad luck on both of you."
"Senior, what is the Purifying Mantra for Rebirth? Do you mean that we went to the Tomb of the Fox Immortal and got bad luck on our bodies?"
Feng Yu and Zhang Xiuxian sat down opposite Monk Tiegun as they talked. Monk Tiegun said: "Fox Great Immortal is from the Immortal Family, so he must have offended Great Fox Immortal. If you don't get rid of the bad luck in your body as soon as possible, within half a year, you two will definitely have trouble."
The bloody disaster, I’m not sure, so I’ll report it down below.”
Zhang Xiuxian loves life more than money, how could he imagine that there are so many things? Zhang Xiuxian was so frightened by what Monk Tiegang said that he sat down obediently and said: "Senior Tiegang, just recite it as many times as you can. If
You're thirsty, I'll get you some water."
Monk Tieguang was not in a hurry at all. He added a few more strokes to the magic circle he drew on the ground and simply said: "The Pure Good Mantra of Rebirth is actually very simple. It is divided into two parts: the Pure Rebirth Sutra and the Pure Good Mantra. You two sit down.
, let me read the scriptures first."
The iron stick monk began to chant scriptures in a blaring voice, as if it was some kind of Sanskrit mantra, but none of the words could be understood.
The light in the room was dim, and Feng Yu was very confused. He didn't know the origin of this iron-bar monk. He could go to the tomb with his father, why would he become a monk and practice in a place like this?
The sutra was not long, it only took about one stick of incense. Although Zhang Xiuxian could not understand what was being said, he cherished his life and listened very carefully to the entire lecture by Monk Iron Stick.
Monk Tieguang had a deep sense of Zen. When he was reciting the Purana Sutra, the magic circle painted on the ground was actually glowing faintly.
Feng Yu looked at the old monk Tieguang Monk in front of him. His forehead and body were soaked with sweat. He must have recited the Purifying Mantra of Rebirth to get rid of the bad luck between the two of them.
