Rich families in Chengdu generally live in the upper reaches of the Jinjiang River in the west of the city.
Because of the picturesque scenery, wealthy monks usually live here.
Two horses came galloping, and the noble gentleman looked graceful.
The riverside is full of light yellow wild chrysanthemums, clusters in clusters, blooming very lively.
Wen Huan stopped his horse and said to Yun Jin: "The daisies here bloom late. I remember when I just left Chang'an, the daisies there had just started blooming. The color is also different from the daisies in Chang'an. The daisies in Chang'an are white with a hint of white.
A wisp of red, here is a large area of yellow."
Yun Jin smiled and said: "If you are in Chang'an, you can pick a lot and take them to honor your aunt."
Wen Huan said with a smile: "Yes, my mother-in-law likes daisies the most. She also said that these things have good meanings, have a medicinal fragrance, and can bloom until winter."
Yun Jin said: "Is it a good feature that the flowers bloom late?"
Wen Huan said: "My grandma said it's good not to fight or snatch, unlike those coquettish bitches who bloom flowers randomly to attract bees and butterflies in spring."
Although Yun Jin felt that his aunt's words were biased, when he saw Wen Huan getting off his horse to pick flowers, he stepped forward to help. After a while, the two of them had two large handfuls of gorgeous daisies in their arms.
Wen Huan threw the daisies in his hand far away, trying to spread the daisies and let them fall into the water. Seeing Yun Jin looking at him in confusion, he took the daisies in Yun Jin's hand and threw them into the water in front of him.
In the stream.
"I like that this stream can help me send these flowers to Chang'an for my grandma."
Yun Jin said in confusion: "The water here leads to the Jinjiang River, and the Jinjiang River leads to the Yangtze River, but it cannot reach Chang'an."
Wen Huan said: "The water of the Yangtze River reaches Yangzhou, crosses the Hangou and enters the canal, crosses the Huai River and goes all the way north, and finally reaches Luoyang and then Chang'an. Then my mother-in-law will be able to see it."
Yun Jin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, raised his thumb and said, "That's right."
Seeing that Yun Jin didn't believe it, Wen Huan said stubbornly: "My mother-in-law can definitely see it!"
Yun Jin said firmly: "I can definitely see it."
The two got on their horses and ran along the Jinjiang River, chasing the starry daisies in the water. Seeing the stream gradually widening, and there were many more boats on the stream, Wen Huan pointed
Looking at the willow bank, he said: "If I live in Chengdu for a long time in the future, I will build a thatched house here. Just this area of water, the willows on one bank, and the egrets on the horizon will be enough to comfort me."
The only pity is that Pingkangfang is not here. If it were here, it would be perfect."
The two of them walked side by side, pointing at Jinjiang River from time to time with their riding whips, and unanimously agreed that at this moment, except for beauties, they lacked nothing.
A monk fell into the water and was very embarrassed.
Yun Jin and Wen Huan laughed loudly while riding on the horse. The stream was very shallow and no one should be drowned.
At this time, a carriage driving on the road suddenly stopped. A woman in yellow and a little maid in blue hurried to the Jinjiang stream. They found half a dead bamboo from the bank and tried to pull the monk out of the water.
Come up.
The monk was a fat monk. The mud on the shore was slippery. Although the master and servant tried their best, they could not pull the fat monk. The woman in yellow glanced dissatisfied at Yun Jin and Wen Huan who were watching the fun on horseback.
Two, hopefully they can lend a helping hand.
Unexpectedly, the two dandies once again laughed louder when they saw the fat monk falling into the water and causing a large splash.
Fortunately, the old horseman who drove the carriage for them ran over, and the three masters and servants tried their best to drag the heavy fat monk out of the water.
The fat monk was dragged ashore. He was exhausted and lay on the ground panting violently. The woman in yellow asked worriedly: "Is the master safe?"
The fat monk gasped and stretched out a fat hand to hold up a daisy and said to the woman in yellow: "The stream is full of flowers, and the poor monk was lucky enough to catch one and give it to the donor. I only hope that the female donor will be blessed by my Buddha.
Marry a good husband."
The woman in yellow covered her face with her sleeves and took the daisy, while the little maid in green put down a bunch of money with a smile and prepared to leave with the old servant.
The fat monk, who was lying on his back like a tortoise and couldn't turn over, said again: "I, the Buddha, are merciful. Seeing that the female donor has great mercy, I sent a stream of lotus flowers. From now on, this Jinjiang stream can be renamed Huanhua stream."
This Huanhua River started because of female donors, and it will surely thrive because of female donors.”
The three women in yellow looked at the stream in astonishment. Sure enough, on the stream at this time, strings of golden daisies were floating slowly. The water here was calm and gentle as a mirror, and the sun fell on the water.
Occasionally, there are slight waves on the sky, and the gentle waves are surrounded by large swaths of daisies, which is really like a miracle.
While Yun Jin and Wen Huan were stunned, the woman in yellow was as devout as a Buddhist girl, bowing to the flowing stream. As for the maid and old servant behind her, they were already kowtowing like garlic.
After thanking the miracle, the woman in yellow took off the hairpin on her head, took off the jade bracelet on Hao's wrist, and placed it respectfully next to the fat monk who was still lying on his back. She bowed and said, "Thank you, Master, for your blessing."
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The fat monk finally turned over, lying on his side like a Buddha, holding a fist on his head with one hand, waving his hand kindly: "Go and rest, go and rest."
The woman in yellow stood up, glanced at the dull Yun Jin and Wen Huan, snorted, then proudly held up a daisy, got into the carriage, and then galloped away.
"She is so ugly, what reason does she have to look down on our brothers?"
After the person left, Wen Huan realized that he was despised.
Yun Jin jumped off the horse, clenched his fists and said: "Our brothers picked the daisies with great pains. They were originally picked as a filial piety to our aunt. This is good. Not only did this liar monk use them to defraud money, but also made our brothers laugh at others.
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When Wen Huan heard this, he immediately jumped off his horse. The two men came aggressively to the fat monk, who was still lying on his side like a Buddha. Before he could speak, the fat monk raised a finger and said, "The fate is wonderful."
When the fat monk saw Yun Jin and Wen Huan stop, he smiled and said: "The name of Huanhua Creek should have come from these two young men. It's a pity that that little girl took the first step. It's a pity, it's a pity.
If these two young men had cultivated more respect for the Buddha in their daily lives and brought the poor monk up earlier, they would have formed a bond with me, the Buddha.
Due to the right time and place, the fate of Buddha was taken away by that little girl. It can be seen that drinking and pecking is destiny..."
The furious Wen Huan kicked the fat monk in the fat belly. The fat monk screamed and once again returned to the position of a tortoise, with his feet and hands protecting his stomach and chest, and said loudly: "Kill him!"
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The fat monk's voice shouting for his life was as loud as a bell, and it immediately attracted the attention of passers-by.
Yun Jin quickly said: "Quick fight and quick decision."
As a result, Yun Jin and Wen Huan rained fists and kicks on this shameless fat monk.
The fat monk's voice calling for help became more and more urgent. I don't know if the people here liked the monk or what happened, but they came over one by one carrying sticks, forks, hoes and other things, shouting and killing.
Yun Jin and Wen Huan jumped on their horses, turned around and ran away...
After running for four or five miles, when he turned around and saw no villagers chasing him, Yun Jin said to Wen Huan, "It's unlucky today. Let's take another road to Baiyun Temple."
Wen Huan muttered: "It's bad luck when you meet a monk."
Yun Jin looked at Wen Huan's hair that had not completely grown and said, "Not long ago, you and I were both monks."
Wen Huan said: "It's just because I was a monk that I feel unlucky."
Yun Jin smiled and said, "Say this to me, Aye, next time."
Wen Huan said blankly: "I forgot that your family is actually a Buddhist family."
The two of them avoided the main road beside Huanhua Stream and walked through the farmers' paths. People here like to keep dogs. After a lot of trouble, the two of them passed through the farmers' residential area and came to a house hidden in the green pine trees.
Baiyun Temple among cypresses and willows.
Baiyun Temple looks very clean, with white walls, blue brick caps, a straight eaves protruding from the trees, and the faintly audible Sanskrit singing. It is definitely a Buddhist pure land.
The two men tied their war horses to the hitch posts in front of the temple. Yun Jin saluted the little novice monk who was sweeping the floor at the door: "Amitabha, please ask the little master to report to Zen Master Duhai that Yun's son and his junior brother Wen Huan have come to pay a visit.
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The young novice monk glanced at Yun Jin and said, "Master has just come back. He should be changing clothes at this time. The two donors came with the young monk."
Yun Jin and Wen Huan returned the courtesy and followed the young novice to the Great Buddha Hall. They first worshiped the Buddha and then burned incense until an old monk knocked on the golden chime. When the melodious sound of the golden chime stopped, the two of them raised their hands.
Put your hands together and stand up.
The monk Zhike took the two of them to the side hall. A young monk had already made tea. It looked like the way to drink tea in pots. Yun Jin took a sip, thought about it for a while, and couldn't help but said to the monk Zhike: "This
The tea seems to be a new tea from my Yun family."
The monk who knew the guest laughed and said: "Before the general entered Shu, he had visited my abbot three times at the Daci'en Temple. The two of us got along very well. The abbot gave the general two volumes of scriptures, and the general also gave my abbot ten kilograms of tea.
This kind of fine tea would never be brought out by the noble, knowledgeable or respected person, but my abbot would never bring it out on weekdays."
After Yun Jin and Wen Huan heard this, they immediately stood up from the futon and bowed to the monk Zhike as juniors.
The monk Zhike looked at Yun Jin, smiled warmly and said, "Sure enough, he lives up to Yun's reputation as a wise man."
Yun Jin was about to say a few polite words, but a familiar voice sounded outside the door: "Wise man, Du Xinqian must have read it wrong. Master Xuanzang said it very clearly back then, the Yun family used all the sticks, and His Majesty also said that the Yun family used the hammer.
Two hundred and five, so where can Yun's son be so wise?"
In the dull eyes of Yun Jin and Wen Huan, a fat monk wearing moon-white monk robes walked in from the door. Although his face still had fresh bruises, his fat face smiled like the sun,
It makes people feel warm.”
Yun Jin and Wen Huan looked at each other, and they bowed to the Zen Master Duhai who came in as juniors: "I don't know if it's the Zen Master who is promoting Dharma. Junior Meng Lang must have offended me."
Zen Master Duhai laughed loudly and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. What the poor monk practices is the Kayapa Dharma, which is about following one's will. Since you are here, let's talk carefully about how we can get the incense money that the people give to Wenshu Monastery from.