The four hundred and ninetieth chapter of the Taoist monk
On the stairs leading to the top of the mountain, Xiang Que knelt down again, stretched out his hands and then crawled respectfully on the ground and kowtowed, got up, walked a few steps forward, knelt down again, kowtowed.
Xiang Que was like being winded up, tirelessly repeating the same movements, standing up, kneeling, kowtowing, and doing very mechanical movements, but anyone can tell that his face always has
A kind of respectful and longing expression.
There are a total of hundreds of steps from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. Xiangque took three steps, one stop and one kowtow every time, and it still made a bang when kowtow. When kneeling, he was also very quick to kneel down. He fell down just a dozen times.
After a minute, Xiangque's knees were worn out and blood marks were also oozing from his head.
Wang Xuanzhen, who had been following behind, did not make any noise to stop him, but just watched Xiang Que three steps and headed towards the top of the mountain.
Wang Xuanzhen knew him, and at this time no one could stop Xiang Quexing's great gift.
The great gift that Xiang Que performed was greater than the three kneelings and nine kowtows and five kowtows. This was the most respectful way of rituals, called three steps and one bow, and usually only appeared on the blindest and most devout believers.
It is said that during the Song Dynasty, there were very devout monks who believed in Buddhism in the Song Dynasty who planned to set off from Chang'an and then kowtowed to India in three steps to worship. They all went from Chang'an to India to worship the ancestor Sakyamuni.
The time was relatively smooth, but in the later stage, basically no one knew. No one knew whether this monk had arrived in India in three steps. Because the project was a little too large, some even doubted whether this monk could be in his lifetime.
Be able to reach the birthplace of Sakyamuni.
Xiangque is not a devout Buddhist, but he always respects Buddhism, especially the status of Hanging Temple in his heart is not much worse than that of Gujingguan.
Nearly half an hour later, Xiang Que knelt down to the top of the mountain, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.
At the gate of the Hangkong Temple, two doors that were a little invisible in nature opened a gap.
In front of the mountain gate, it was cleaned very clean, without a single leaf or weed. When people walked on the mountain road, they couldn't lift up a trace of dust. After bowing to the gate of the Hanging Temple, Xiang Quezheng put on his slightly messy clothes and then
Step into the Hanging Temple.
The mountain gate is paved with very neat pebbles, the stones are trampled to the smooth and shiny. There are two side halls on both sides, and in front is the Main Hall.
"Sand, Sha, Sha" In front of the Main Hall, a young novice monk bent over meticulously, holding a broom in his hand and was sweeping the fallen leaves in the temple.
"Tread, step, step" Xiang Que walked towards the novice monk.
It seemed as if someone had come, the broom in the shaman stopped, and then raised his head and looked at Xiang Que who was walking over in a daze.
"Pa" Xiang Que suddenly slapped his hand on the bald head of the novice monk.
The novice swallowed and pursed her lips.
He bent to his index finger and middle finger, and bounced against the novice monk's forehead.
After a muffled "bang", the novice monk rubbed his head in dissatisfaction.
Xiang Que bared his teeth and said, "Brother Jun, please give you Master Que a happy one. Why aren't you a little surprised to see me?"
The shami, who asked Brother Jun, put down his broom and folded his hands together, and said to Xiang Que: "Amitabha... Why is the donor surprised?"
"I'm going, you haven't seen it for four years. Are there no surprises?" Xiang Que said with a lip silence.
"The master said, today there are friends coming from afar. I would have known that you were coming, so why would you be surprised?" The novice monk continued to fold his hands and lower his head.
Xiangque gave him a look boredly, then took out a cigarette and lit it, and said slowly: "It's not surprising at all. You have to pretend to be a little longer and meet again after a long time."
"Four years ago, when Gujingguan parted, it was only 1,500 days. There are always many four years to go through in life for decades. This is not a long time to meet again," said the novice monk.
Wang Xuanzhen said with emotion behind him: "It's really not high. Look at what this little monk said, every sentence is Zen, which is too profound."
Xu Hang scratched his head and said in surprise: "It's quite easy to understand, it's so deep."
"Hey, your Taoism is too shallow to be appreciated." Wang Xuanzhen waved his hand speechlessly.
Xiang Que nodded at the three people behind and said, "My brother, you can chat with them, I'll go see your master."
After Xiang Que finished speaking, he walked towards the Main Palace. Wang Xuanzhen nodded politely at the novice monk and said, "Master, you have known Lao Xiang a long time ago."
The novice monk said, "Ten years ago, my master and I went to their mountain gate to visit, and I met him. Later, my master went to Zhongnan Mountain and met again in the middle. The most recent time was four years ago."
Wang Xuanzhen grinned and said, "Did he have such virtues ten years ago?"
"I have never changed my heart to the donor, but my heart remains the same"
"It's really not easy for Lao Xiang to live such a heartless life." Fatty Wang sighed and then asked again: "Master, what's the name?"
"Do you ask me about my family name or my family name?"
"It's a layman, the French name is too profound and I may not understand it."
"Cao Shanjun, Cao Cao's Cao, kind-hearted, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome, talented," said the novice monk seriously.
Fatty Wang was speechless and said, "The last word is so clear, don't you explain it?"
In the Main Hall, an old monk sat cross-legged on the cushion with his eyes closed and his hands held a string of rosary beads in his hand. His lips were lightly opened and he silently recited the scriptures. After Xiang Queyi walked in, he suddenly felt that his heart suddenly became clear.
The feeling of restlessness that originally arises from the collision between Maro Village and the halfway disappeared instantly.
"Pu" Xiangque knelt in front of the old monk and kowtowed three times: "Master Mingwu, disciple Xiangque comes to pay a visit."
Master Mingwu, an old monk from Hanging Temple, went to Xiangjiatun, northeast from Putian, Fujian twelve years ago. One was to quell the old tombs in the West Mountains, and the other was to prick the ten palaces of the Yama.
Both of these two things made Xiang Que deeply feel deeply.
In this world, besides his parents, there are four people who are most grateful to Xiang Que. In addition to Gujingguan, his uncle and his elder brother, he has been grateful to Master Mingwu of Xuankong Temple for ten years.
Master Mingwu opened his eyes and looked at Xiang Que’s expression.
But Xiang Que smiled happily. He had not seen the old monk change for four years. After a rough look, he found that Master Mingwu's cultivation level was even more unfathomable, and his physical condition was particularly good. This shows that the old monk at least
It will take several years to pass away.
Xiangque has not many relatives, so the old monk must count one.
The rosary in Master Mingwu's hand stopped turning, his eyes pointed at Xiang Que's body, and pointed his finger at his right palm.
I kept my mouth shut and realized that I have been practicing hard for fourteen years, and I still have six years left to end my practice.
At this point, people cannot speak.
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