The early sun rising above the clouds illuminated the misty clouds on the mountain tops.
At the foot of Cangyu Mountain, shouts and shouts from stalls of all sizes were heard one after another. The vendors used their loudest voices to attract the people, pilgrims, and business travelers who were going to the market to take a look.
Not far away, crowds gathered around, and in the middle was a simple stage. Several small wooden figures about one foot tall wearing robes were holding knives, spears, and halberds on the stage, and they were fighting lively on their own horses.
The wooden Guandao was pressed down by the painted halberd. Lu Bu's wooden sculpture turned its head. After shouting out the lines, he said in a low voice to the black man who was riding up: "It's just acting. It's not real. Let's finish it off with two more games."
Go down!"
"I want you to tell me."
Zhang Fei replied in a low voice, a look of anger suddenly appeared on his face, and he shouted: "Slave with the third surname, look at the spear!"
"Yide, be more serious."
The Guan Gong wood carving on the side gave a light shout, and immediately started fighting with the Lu Bu wood carving. The three little men rode around on horseback, fighting fiercely, making the people watching around think that it was the young man behind the stage who was controlling it, and they started to fight one after another.
Applause.
"After the chaos in Heaven, I didn't expect that the drama "Three Heroes Fighting Lu Bu" would also be quite enjoyable."
"I still want to see what happened to the monkey when it was crushed under the mountain."
"Didn't you say it would take five hundred years?"
"You're not going to make us wait five hundred years, are you?! Then, little brother, when will we act like a monkey?"
After the drama on the stage was over, Chen Yuan bowed his hands to the people who came to ask questions, replied a few words, then patted the master who was sitting cross-legged and eating a roast chicken next to the stage and prepared to leave.
After the three plays were performed in the morning, the people around him became a bit familiar. While Chen Yuan was dismantling the stage and putting it on the bullock cart, he also chatted about Lingyun Temple with an old woman selling eggs next to him.
Older people like this are often the most well-informed and know a lot. At first, the old woman only talked about the miraculous effects in the temple, which master in the temple was a senior monk, and it was right to go to him to solve any doubts.
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After arriving, there were other people talking and gossiping.
"Little Master, I'm telling you, don't spread the word. When you go up the mountain to the temple, prepare more money. If you don't have enough money, it's best not to buy incense. You can't afford to burn it."
"I have..."
"No, you have to buy it at Lingyun Temple. They won't let you bring incense yourself. Look around, are there any people selling incense paper for money?"
"I understand, thank you, old man."
Chen Yuan cupped his hands and thanked him. When he came to this collection, he realized that there was no incense seller here. It turned out that he could only buy incense in the temple.
Is this why the Heavenly Master dislikes Lingyun Temple?
The two wooden sculptures Zhang Fei and Lu Bu were still in their hands, please stab me, I'll stab you. They stuffed the two wooden sculptures into the carriage, helped the master up and sat next to the carriage, and drove the old cow slowly up the mountain road to Cangyu Mountain.
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"Master, think about it, do you know any other methods?"
The car swayed slightly. On the way to the mountain road, Chen Yuan remembered the "Shenting Jade Purity Sutra" mentioned by the master that day. She couldn't help but ask the old man aside to see if he could remember some of it. After all, he had always relied on the magic method of demons, which always felt wrong.
, if one day you really fall under the spell, you will not be able to come back.
The crazy old man picked out his nostril and flicked it to the side of the aisle.
"Didn't I teach you that?!"
"What the disciple is talking about is the method of Tianshi Mansion."
The crazy old man twirled a piece of booger, rolled it into a ball with his fingertips, and flicked it away. He stroked his long, messy beard, frowned, and thought for a while, but couldn't think of anything.
"I can't remember, maybe I forgot... By the way, my teacher's name is Yin..."
Chen Yuan looked over and smiled, then added the words he added: "Yin Xuanling!"
"That's right, what a stupid name." The crazy old man crossed his legs, put his hands in his sleeves, and looked angrily at the forest scenery outside the mountain road: "It's not as easy to hear and remember as the Ouyang Feng you mentioned last time..."
"Master, that was a joke, that name is unlucky."
Chen Yuan hurriedly explained that he was afraid that the old man would take the name seriously. After coming out of the Tianshi Mansion, he told the master the name of the Sixth Patriarch mentioned by the Tianshi on the way to see what his reaction would be, but he just found that the name was not pleasant.
, there was no other reaction.
He also made a joke, saying that he was quite similar to a man named Ouyang Feng. Instead, the old man recited a few words and found them funny...
The master and the apprentice walked over the mountain road talking and laughing. As the mountain got higher and higher, fewer and fewer people came here. Most of them were devout pilgrims holding half-burned incense sticks and walking to the outside of the temple.
Place incense along the way.
There were also wealthy people coming up in mountain sedans. Several shirtless men covered in sweat quickly passed by the bullock cart carrying the owner's luxurious clothes. The man above even glanced at the old cow and asked Chen Yuan, who was driving the car, if he was willing to sell it.
give him.
Over the years, the old bull has become stronger and stronger, and has received incense. Its body is one or two times larger than the ordinary green bull. At first glance, it looks as fierce as the big bison outside, especially with the tip of one of its horns broken, which adds to the fierceness.
On the way north, Chen Yuan actually thought about buying some pig iron to refine a pair of iron horns and attach them to it... but he never got around to it.
After sending the man on the sedan away, we walked for a few more miles, and gradually the wall of a corner of the temple was revealed behind the mountain. Before we got closer, we heard the three tolls of the evening bell. Someone must have spent a lot of money to burn incense.
Lingyun Temple is no different from other temples. After passing the mountain gate, there is the main gate of the temple. The walls on both sides are painted apricot yellow, and the dark tiles are covered with fallen leaves. Looking from a distance, the temple is full of incense, and a line of
Green smoke rushed straight into the sky.
Boom!
The distant and long bells echoed on the top of the mountain. Chen Yuan led the bullock cart to the horse-tethering post outside the temple. He put the reins on the bullock, patted the bull's head, and then led the master into the temple gate. There was a Zhike monk.
He came up to greet him and put a vertical seal on his head.
"This donor, do you want to offer incense and worship Buddha, or do you seek knowledge and resolve doubts?"
Chen Yuan returned the salute and said softly: "No, I, Chen Yuan, would like to meet the abbot of Lingyun Temple."
Hearing that this was not the case, the smile on the monk's face quickly faded and he shook his head: "It is not convenient for the abbot to receive distinguished guests in the Zen room at this time. The benefactor may as well wait outside the temple so as not to disturb the pilgrims who come here to offer incense."
Sure enough, as the old woman at the foot of the mountain said, this Lingyun Temple is really money-hungry.
"Little Master, Buddhism is a foreign land. Shouldn't we open the door to convenience? Why, I can't even come in to offer incense and resolve doubts, and I won't even let you in?"
Most of the time, I have encountered tourists who talked like Chen Yuan, so I knew that the guest monk would step back with a vertical seal.
"People outside the country also need to fill their bellies, and the Buddha statues in the temples also need to be decorated and painted. Otherwise, how could they be so magnificent today?"
Chen Yuan smiled and held up his hands. They had spoken so plainly, and it was hard for him to barge in. After all, he was here to ask for a treasure to cure White Snake, and he didn't want to make things impossible to turn around.
He simply said that he was here to offer incense, and was led by the monk Zhike. Under the guidance, he bought a stick of incense in front of a monk's stall in the front hall, and went to the bronze cauldron outside the main hall to burn a stick. Then he asked if he could see this person.
Abbot.
However, the answer was still that the abbot was seeing guests and it was not convenient to receive him, so he sent Chen Yuan away.
"Then I will wait outside the temple. If the abbot is free at any time, can you convey the message to me?"
"Yes!" The monk who knew the guest said perfunctorily and sent Chen Yuan outside the temple. The old man and the young man had to sit on the cart and watch the pilgrims coming in and out of the temple.
Soon the sky was getting dark, and a figure came quickly on the mountain road below, heading towards the temple without stopping, passing Chen Yuan who was reading a book in the car, stepped on the white stone steps, rushed in, and pushed the Zhike monk who was blocking him to the ground.
, he staggered out of the eaves, then got up again, dragging a pair of old clothes to the main hall.
This was a young man in his twenties. He was shouting at the temple before he passed the bronze cauldron. He would also curse a few words from time to time, making the surrounding pilgrims frown.
When Chen Yuan heard this, he lowered his "Huangchuan Miscellaneous Mysteries" and saw that the man had been thrown out by the monks from the temple who came after hearing the news. He waved his monk's robe and punched and kicked the young man.
He vomited blood before he stopped.
One of the monks with a fat head and big ears kicked him and spit on the ground: "Get out of here, your mother-in-law has never been to the temple, don't slander her for nothing! Otherwise, Lingyun Temple will report it to the official and throw you into prison.
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After saying that, several monks worked together to throw the man into a corner, clapped their hands and returned to the temple, calming the frightened pilgrims inside with a pleasant expression.