Chapter 512: Hard-won, thousands of miles away, endless sight, empty-handed
He Huan said: "Master, don't blame me. You asked me to come down the mountain to drink tea yesterday. Who would have thought that the team could not help but grow stronger all the way down the mountain."
"Senior Brother Shuiyue, I originally invited Xiao Bailong to drink tea, and he said he made an appointment with you yesterday. Would you mind pouring more water and giving us a few cups?" the host of Biyun Temple said with a smile.
Only then did He Huan find out that this tea addict's name was Shui Yue.
Shuiyue smiled brightly, moved out a bunch of stools, invited them to sit down, and made tea in the courtyard.
When tourists came in, they thought it was a gathering of monks. It was just a gathering of monks. Why was there a little white dragon? There was a dazzling girl sitting next to him! What a scene!
Can't help but take a few more looks.
A few people didn't care about tourists coming in or out, just drinking tea and chatting freely.
Tea Zen is all about tea. Drinking tea with the monks is really interesting. It is much more fun than drinking tea with Yuan Dong and his gang.
After drinking some tea, we had a lively chat. Several monks were very curious about He Huantian's views that the South China Sea and the North have always been related to each other throughout the ages.
Chengkong pointed at He Huan's head, "His coconut contains thousands of books!"
He Huan couldn't laugh or cry, and the monks laughed.
Long Teng looked at them. Under his influence, no one could speak well.
The monks still wanted to listen to him talk for three days and three nights, but He Huan still wanted to go to Dali early, so he said goodbye: "Follow the flow of life and death, enter the great river of love, do not seek liberation, just follow your heart. I am going down the mountain, thank you all
The elder’s hospitality will be sent here.”
After saying that, he stood up, and several elders also stood up, very reluctant to leave. But he made it so clear that it was difficult to persuade him to stay.
"Wait!" Shuiyue turned around and ran into the house. After a while, he came out with a few bags of tea. "Please bring these bags of nectar tea back to the donor."
He Huan didn't pick it up and said with a smile: "It's hard-earned but it's thousands of miles away and I can't see it all but my hands are empty. Master, let it go."
Several elders laughed, and Shuiyue also put down the tea with a smile on her face. This layman is much wiser than the average Buddhist!
Long Teng looked at him with a smile, oh, why are you so talented?
Chengkong looked at He Huan with shining eyes, and suddenly a light came to his heart, and all worries about the future disappeared. It was hard-earned, it was a thousand miles away, and it was endless and empty-handed. Remembering this sentence, he would not be afraid of hardships or temptations when traveling in the world.
Bar?
Yingkong glanced at Chengkong, and he also had a smile on his face. Only monks can be teachers of monks.
A group of people came out.
Muni Temple is a place that everyone will visit. The pilgrims and tourists looked at the little white dragon and a beautiful girl, surrounded by a group of monks. They couldn't understand it, they couldn't understand it at all!
This picture is very harmonious, but there is nothing strange about it.
Yingkong said that he would send them down the mountain, and the abbot of Biyun Temple and the monk of Fangguang Temple took their leave first and went back.
Yingkong and Chengkong accompanied the young couple to Shizhong Temple. Yingkong borrowed Shizhong Temple's car and drove them down the mountain.
On the way, we passed the old site of Xitan Temple and stopped on the roadside. After visiting the ruins in the forest, He Huan said: "Xitan Temple is the most mentioned temple in "Xu Xiake's Travels" and is also his base camp.
Because it was built by Mu Tusi and it belonged to the family temple. When he heard that he was coming, he made arrangements for Xitan Temple to receive him. Xu Xiake has been living in Xitan Temple, except for the occasional stay at other temples.
He climbed mountains and waded in rivers all year round and suffered from aches and pains. He even built a bathing pool in Sidtan Temple and collected some medicinal herbs for bathing. He really felt like home. He spent his last years here."
I walked in the forest and followed the path in the forest to pay homage to Jingwen’s tomb.
"Xu Xiake's relationship with monks started from the day he traveled. Because at that time, most ordinary people were still lay people, guarding their family business. Naturally, most of the people he met when he went out were monks.
I have been traveling for half my life, and as I get older, I feel that I have always wanted to come to the southwest of my motherland. The mountains and rivers in the southwest overlap, and in the early Ming Dynasty, I was basically isolated from the Central Plains. After the Ming Dynasty was consolidated, except for immigrants, no one actively wanted to come.
But Xu Xiake wanted to come. At that time, the Central Plains was still a big nation in the southwest border. But Xu Xiake abandoned the narrow-mindedness of those aristocratic literati and viewed the customs and customs with an equal and inclusive attitude.
Before Xu Xiake, Chinese poets left many magnificent poems about famous mountains and rivers, but almost none about the southwest. Because it is a closed and ruled area in the Hengduan Mountains.
Xu Xiake's arrival revealed the beautiful scenery of southwest my country and left many written records. "Xu Xiake's Travels" has 600,000 words, and Yunzhou has 250,000 words exclusively!"
Several people couldn't help but sigh.
"Xu Xiake decided to embark on the westward journey. There was a monk in his hometown. After listening to it, he wrote a book of "Lotus Sutra" with his blood, and made a vow to offer it to Jizu Mountain. So the two went together.
When he arrived at the Xiangjiang River, he encountered robbers. Xu Xiake jumped into the water to escape. All the guests on the boat jumped. But Jingwen was guarding the scriptures. The robbers thought it was some kind of treasure, so they stabbed him and snatched the scriptures. After seeing that they were of no use, they set fire to them.
Ship. Listen quietly and put out the fire.
After being seriously injured, he could no longer listen to the scriptures when he arrived in Guangxi, so he entrusted the scriptures to Xu Xiake and asked him to take the scriptures and his remains to Jizu Mountain."
Miss Long's eyes turned red.
"Jingwen died in Chongshan Temple in Nanning. Xu Xiake took Jingwen's remains and blood-pierced scriptures through the mountains and rivers, passing through Guangxi and Guizhou, and finally arrived at Jizu Mountain. He offered the scriptures to Xitan Temple. With the help of the monks,
After burying Jingwen's remains, he composed six poems called "Crying for Jingwen, the Zen Companion."
Everyone also wandered from the forest to Jingwen's tomb. Time has made the bloody Lotus Sutra no longer exist, but fortunately, the cemetery is located in a remote forest and has been preserved.
After paying homage to Jingwen's tomb, several people walked out of the forest.
"Xu Xiake stayed in Jizu Mountain for two years, and also went to western Yunnan in the meantime. Three years after Jingwen's death, he also died of illness at home. His family fortune was squandered, and he was still a prodigal.
But fortunately, no matter what era, there are some people who are different from the world and copy and organize his diary. It was not until one hundred and thirty-five years later that "Xu Xiake's Travels" was printed.
It has left us a precious legacy. In particular, it has investigated and traced the origins of many mountains and rivers in our country, correcting long-standing erroneous records.
On May 19, 1613, Xu Xiake set out. This day also became my country’s Tourism Day. Looking back hundreds of years later, he was a great traveler, writer, and geographer!
But at that time, he was just a prodigal. When he was alive, he could be said to have achieved nothing and gained nothing. He didn't even know whether the diary he wrote could be handed down.
But he just did it, and it can be said that it is very difficult. It is difficult for us to persist in doing something when we can't see the results and rewards."
He Huan held Long Teng's hand, "But what is the result? Maybe, every step taken is the result. Just like Xu Xiake cried and listened: Who can prove the three lives for the floating life?
He cannot prove three lives, but this is a fleeting life. Three hundred years later, the world is still following his footsteps. Compared with the neighbors who laughed at him with results, he is really beyond the times, and he is already eternal!"
Chengkong couldn't help crying, "Now I know why you didn't ask. Just do what you want and don't ask about the future."
He Huan smiled, Yingkong looked at Chengkong and patted his shoulder.
Long Teng discovered that the monk was not emotionless.
After driving forward for a while, we arrived at the Pagoda Temple. Yingkong asked, "Do you want to go and have a look?"
He Huan said: "Okay. The Xitan Temple is no longer there, but the Pagoda Temple and the Xitan Temple also have a connection. In the year when Xu Xiake came, Lijiang Chieftain Mu and the monks of the Xitan Temple built it. It turned out to be a Lama Temple. Now, it is
Pure Land Sect Women’s Dojo.”
Yingkong parked the car in front of the door. A few people went in. A group of nuns were surprised to see two senior brothers leading two secular people in. They quickly asked the host to come out to greet them and lead them around.
When visiting the White Pagoda in the temple, He Huan told the story of the White Pagoda. He said that from the 13th to the 16th day of the lunar calendar, there were no shadows on all sides of the White Pagoda, so it was also called the Shadowless Pagoda. This created the Autumn Moon in the Pagoda Courtyard.
One of the eight scenic spots in Jizu Mountain.
Long Teng asked curiously: "Really?"
The host quickly said: "It will be the middle of the first month in a few days. Why don't you stay here and enjoy the full moon?"
Chengkong and Yingkong laughed.
He Huan smiled and said: "It's only the fifth day of the lunar month, it's still early! When we come to Jizu Mountain next time, we can choose the middle of the month and we can see it."
The host smiled and said: "That's fine. Next time you come, you can give me the name of Senior Brother Yingkong and stay in the temple."
Yingkong said: "Why do you say my name?"
"I'm afraid that if I go out, some of these disciples may not know me."
"Then tell them that this little white dragon is the contemporary Xu Xiake, a great traveler. We monks all rely on him to spread our reputation."
Long Teng and Cheng Kong couldn't help laughing.
"Nonsense." He Huan shook his head, "I can remember your names, but I can't do it like Xu Xiake traces the mountains and rivers and memorizes the terrain routes. I'll probably lose myself."
"Hahaha..." A group of people laughed again. Several tourists and disciples around also looked over curiously.
After sending them out of the mountain gate, they got into the car. There was no temple in front of them, and the mountain road was winding until they arrived at Jiulian Temple.
He Huan explained the situation to the bhikshuni who invited him to dinner yesterday. The bhikshuni was still a student monk. When he saw fellow monks and fellow monks Yingkong escorting them down the mountain, he came to tell her that he was very embarrassed and asked the host to come out to meet them.
There was no meal, but the host cordially invited them to have tea. It was already afternoon, so let’s have some afternoon tea!
After another cup of tea, the host wanted to give them chestnuts from the mountains and forests. Yingkong told what He Huan had said at Muni Temple, and the host smiled and put it down.
Farewell to Jiulian Temple, Master Yingkong was sent to the mountain gate.
Standing under the archway of Lingshan Mountain, it seems that there are thousands of words to say, but no one can say them, watching them step out of the mountain gate and enter the world of mortals.
The three of them also turned back and looked at Jizu Mountain. The clouds had cleared and the fog had dispersed, and the green peaks stood tall. Master Yingkong stood at Lingshan for a while, and gradually shrank in size.
"Master Yingkong can drive, but I can't even drive!" He Huan said frustratedly.
Miss Long consoled her: "If you don't know how to drive, I will. If you don't know the road, I will. You just need to open your mouth when you go out."
The first two sentences are fine, but isn’t the last sentence redundant?
"Miss Long, you are becoming more and more mean, do you know?" He Huan took her hand and pulled her into his arms.
Long Teng looked back at Chengkong, blushed and tried to break away.
He Huan continued to hold her waist and said, "It doesn't matter. He will see many more people show affection in the future. This will disturb the Taoist mind. How can he still be a monk?"
Long Teng was in a mess. If the monk had a friend like him, he must have asked for it!