In the morning, the sun rose again, illuminating the entire Qingliang Temple with glow, especially the hazy layer of water vapor, making it seem like we had arrived in a fairyland.
The unique coolness, with the morning light blowing on people's faces, brings an indescribable comfort to people, and the unique fresh air in the fresh mountains makes people feel an indescribable feeling when they breathe.
of vigor.
Zhang Tianhao and Ah Feng walked slowly on the mountain road. As he climbed up the steps, he looked around from time to time.
He really likes the air with almost no pollution. Compared with later generations, the air now is really intoxicating.
It turns out that the traces of the bombing here have long been covered by countless green plants, and it is no longer possible to see how many memories there are.
Even if one or two pedestrians walked by occasionally, it did not affect Zhang Tianhao's interest in watching.
"Master, we are at Qingliang Temple just ahead."
Ah Feng whispered a reminder, and then followed Zhang Tianhao again, silently not talking, but looking at the hazy and cool mountain gate not far ahead.
With Zhang Tianhao's eyesight, he could still see that there were still some traces of the war on the mountain gate of Qingliang Temple, which had not been repaired. The damage caused by the war was too serious.
Especially on the wall of Qingliang Temple, it was obvious that some places had been bombed, and it looked much more dilapidated than when I first came here.
A lot of green grass has grown on the wall, and the grass is still quite lush, as if it is telling him something.
Zhang Tianhao took a deep breath and continued walking up, getting closer and closer to the mountain gate, and his heart became heavier and heavier.
The beauty is gone, leaving only endless trauma.,
But maybe this is a kind of incomplete beauty?
When he reached the door, before he could knock on the door, he saw the mountain door slowly opening from the inside, and an old monk was vigorously sweeping the floor, as if to welcome visitors from all directions.
The creaking sound heralded a new day, and Qingliang Temple opened its doors to receive pilgrims.
The old monk raised his eyes and saw Zhang Tianhao and his party, and was also stunned.
After all, Zhang Tianhao and his entourage arrived earlier, at 6:30 in the morning, the ordinary pilgrims had not yet arrived, and even the old monk was surprised.
"Amitabha Buddha, donor, good morning, please come in!"
The old monk only had some surprises, not much surprise. After all, he was still in his sixties or seventies. He was used to seeing all kinds of people, so he would not be rude.
He saluted with one palm and then made a gesture of invitation.
Zhang Tianhao also folded his palms together, bowed to the old monk, and said respectfully: "I came here early in the morning and disturbed the master. Please don't blame me."
"I can see the donor early in the morning, please come in!"
Zhang Tianhao followed the master and walked in. After walking in, he carefully looked at the entire Qingliang Courtyard. Opposite was the Main Hall, and in front was still the slowly rising scent of sandalwood.
The courtyard had already been cleaned, and there wasn't much garbage. Even a broom was still there, placed in the corner.
"Donor, can you please come to the main hall and have tea later?"
"Thank you, Master!"
Zhang Tianhao was not polite, but followed the old monk towards the backyard.
Apparently the old monk already understood that Zhang Tianhao had something to come to him for, or that he wanted to come and pay incense early.
Arriving at the main hall, Zhang Tianhao looked at the majestic Buddha in front of him, which was seven or eight meters high, and the entire main hall was thirteen or fourteen meters high.
"Donor, please sit down and let me make some tea for you!"
"Thank you, Master!"
Zhang Tianhao found a place to sit down, and Afeng behind him stood outside the door to prevent anything else from happening.
Look around again.
In the entire hall, except for this big Buddha statue, there are no other statues, and there are no other statues like the Eighteen Arhats.
This is an ancient temple with a long history. Every time I come here, I have an indescribable feeling.
Especially sitting in the main hall, there is a sense of tranquility, as if there is a mysterious aura that makes Zhang Tianhao naturally calm down.
Likewise, he also felt out of place, as if his body instinctively rejected this place, which was an indescribable existence.
He heard Liu Ying say that the video tape was missing in the main hall. He looked around and found that there was no place to hide anything around.
He couldn't help but cast his eyes on the big Buddha. After all, the only place where something could be hidden was on the big Buddha's body.
Then he stood up, came to the body of the Buddha, put his hands together, and saluted to the Buddha, which was regarded as a greeting: "I'm sorry, I offended you!"
He then picked up the five cushions on the ground and checked them one by one. Then he came to the body of the Buddha and looked up and down, especially the palms of the Buddha. After all, the video tape could be placed on it.
If you put it on top, no one will really notice.
Shaking his head left and right, he turned to the back of the Buddha and looked carefully.
Likewise, the entire Buddha is integrated and there is no place to hide anything.
I stretched out my hand and gently knocked on the body of the Buddha, and heard crisp sounds coming from the Buddha, as if the entire body of the Buddha was empty.
"empty!"
He was also stunned for a moment, and then he slowly started to look for it again. He really couldn't see anything different from the back. He came back to the front of the Buddha, gently moved the altar table in front of him, and looked at it again.
.
But the result is still as he guessed, it can't be hidden here. As for where it is hidden, he really hasn't found it yet.
After restoring the altar table and placing it back in its original position, he looked up and down again. He also thought about the blind spots above the Buddha.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he looked at the Buddha's clasped arm. The only blind spot was the Buddha's arm area, which had two small slits.
He wanted to stand on it immediately and check it out, maybe there would be something he didn't expect.
"Bah bang bang!"
At this moment, bursts of footsteps came from outside, directly interrupting Zhang Tianhao's idea of finding out what was going on, and he had to return to his original seat.
"donor!"
Just when Zhang Tianhao sat down, he saw the master walking in, holding a tray with two cups and a pot of tea in his hand.
The fragrance of tea is wafting out from inside, which makes people feel energetic in the morning.
"Thank you, Master!"
Zhang Tianhao once again put his hands together and thanked him, then sat across the table and let the master pour him tea.
The master put the tray on the table, then took out a cup and placed them in front of the two of them. Then he picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Zhang Tianhao and brought it over.
Zhang Tianhao took it with both hands and thanked him again.
"Donor, please!"
After tea was over thirty, Zhang Tianhao and the old monk also put down their tea cups. As for how much they drank, it was just a matter of taste.
"Donor, I came to the temple early in the morning. Do you have anything to do?"
"Master's insight, I do have one thing that I want to ask the master about. This is my little thought for the Lord Buddha."
Zhang Tianhao took out the money first, seven to eight hundred yuan, which was relatively small.
It's not that he didn't want to give too much, but that he was guilty of giving too much. Too much would be a bad thing and would bring disaster to the temple.