In that era of the Ming Dynasty, the temples and Taoist temples of real practicing monks were built in inaccessible places. Because only by staying away from the world of mortals can we truly practice. And such temples and temples were built every brick and wood by the monks and Taoists who worked tirelessly to carry them.
It took more than ten or twenty years to build it up the mountain. Naturally, its scale cannot be compared with those magnificent and magnificent temples built in the city, but the sincerity and indifference of the monks and Taoists in the city are also unique.
It's far from comparable. At least, they won't try any other tricks to get you to give alms, and they will also give you free meals.
Xianyun Temple is such a Taoist temple, with a low wall, a simple main hall, and an even simpler clean room behind the hall, where several thin Taoist priests wearing Gebu robes and Taoist scarves live.
The three of them worshiped the Taoist ancestors in the main hall, and then a young Taoist priest invited them to the backyard for a vegetarian meal. The vegetarian meal was very simple, with each person having a bowl of miso soup, a plate of pickles, and a bowl of brown rice. However, the three of them were indeed hungry, and the wind and the residual clouds would
When the food was all gone, the old Taoist priest smiled and asked the young Taoist priest to serve another portion. Now the three of them were full.
Taoists are not allowed to speak when eating, and they cannot even make sounds with their bowls and chopsticks. Therefore, it was not until the young Taoist priest removed the bowls and chopsticks and offered tea that the three of them were able to talk to the old Taoist priest Bai Yunzi.
Bai Yunzi is the abbot of this Xianyun Temple. It may have been a long time since pilgrims came here. He is very talkative. He started talking about the time in the late Southern Song Dynasty when 800 believers carried stones up the mountain to build the Xianyun Temple on Xianyun Peak.
, telling the rise and fall of this Taoist temple over more than a hundred years.
But a few people were absent-minded. They came here not to listen to people talk about ancient times, but to find someone. After patiently listening to the old man's words, Xianyun asked: "How many people come to offer incense?"
"Not many," Bai Yunzi shook his head and said, "The government has made the Taoist temples in the county so magnificent that it is convenient for good men and women. How can anyone be willing to walk an hour or two on the mountain road to come to our small temple to offer incense?"
"Are there any temples further away?" Wei Wuque asked.
"Of course there is." Bai Yunzi said with a smile: "Practice people value the cave heaven and blessed land, and do not care about the distance from the villages and towns."
"Will there be any contact between you two?" Ling Xiao asked curiously.
"Haha, yes." Old Taoist Baiyun twisted his beard and said with a smile: "When I am very quiet and want to be restless, I will go out to visit friends, play chess and discuss Taoism, and I will return after the moon."
"Do practitioners have to build temples and temples?" Wei Wuque asked.
"Of course not," Old Taoist Baiyun said with a smile: "Without the help of outsiders, if you want to build a Taoist temple in the deep mountains and old forests, you must have great ambitions and great opportunities. As I said just now, my Xianyun Temple was built because the ancestor saved the town.
The plague in the world, the common people were so grateful that they built the Immortal Cloud Temple for their master." After a pause, he said: "Most people don't have the opportunity, nor the perseverance, to do something that they will never finish in their lifetime.
Son, so many monks and Taoists just build a hut or live in a cave to practice, and there are definitely not a few."
The old monk was eloquent, even picking up a cucumber root. Xianyun knew that if he kept talking, he wouldn't be able to stop for an hour, so he took advantage of his breathing and smiled at Wei Wuque: "Let's visit this Taoist temple and see.
It was so difficult for our predecessors."
"Okay." Wei Wuwei nodded, and the old Taoist priest had no choice but to shut up and took them around the front hall and back yard. Lingxiao's sharp eyes saw a square of green sarong covering the wall at the back of the hall, and asked with a smile: "What is that?
?”
Bai Yunzi's expression changed, and he immediately said calmly: "This is a poem written by an eminent monk. He was afraid that it would be corroded by wind and rain, so he covered it up."
"I wonder if we are lucky enough to pay our respects?" Wei Wuque asked with great interest.
"Why not?" Bai Yunzi said lightly. Xianyun, who was staring at him closely, couldn't help but wonder, could it be that I was dazzled when I saw the old Taoist's nervousness at that moment?
Lingxiao opened the green sarong and saw a poem written on the wall:
"The tin stick has been traveling for many years, singing leisurely beside the mountains, clouds, water and moon. The worldly mind has been exhausted, and it is not invaded by the things in the world.
Cut off the world of mortals and abide by the Dharma. Be pure and different from the rest of the world. Lock your mind tightly and return to tranquility. Don’t teach your mind to wander eastward or westward."
It was a very flavorful Zen poem, but it was not signed. Xianyun read it over and over several times, as if to imprint it in his heart, and then asked: "Why is this poem not signed? Such a distinguished monk, if he could
Once we meet him, we will have no regrets in this life."
"Haha." Bai Yunzi shook his head and said with a smile: "A crazy Yunshui monk finished the inscription and left without signing it at all. Just because the poor Taoist liked this poem very much, he ordered someone to cover it up."
"What a pity, what a pity..." Xianyun shook his head and sighed.
The Taoist temple was very small, and the tour was completed in just a cup of tea. The three of them gave the Taoist ancestor some incense money, then said goodbye to the old Taoist Baiyun, went down the mountain to find the horses, and hurried back to the city.
Bai Yunzi watched their figures disappear down the mountain. A middle-aged Taoist priest came over and whispered: "Brother, these three people are asking questions, I am afraid their motives are not pure."
"Well, it's good that we left." Old Taoist Baiyun nodded and said, "You can report it to the master."
"Yes." The middle-aged Taoist priest went to the temple and set up a long flagpole with a black flag hanging on it.
The three of them hurriedly hurriedly and slowly returned to the county seat before the city gate closed.
"Huh..." After entering the city, the three of them reined in their horses. Both men and horses were panting. Xianyun and Wei Wuque looked at each other and laughed, but Lingxiao pouted and said: "It's too boring. I haven't had fun yet.
, you have to go back."
"This is easy to handle." Wei Wuque immediately acted like a dog and said, "Let's bring some dry food tomorrow and then go out and have enough fun."
"Good idea, good idea" Ling Xiao clapped his hands happily and said: "That's it, you will come over tomorrow morning and we will set off after breakfast."
"So urgent?" Wei Wuque opened his mouth.
"Don't pull him down." Ling Xiao pouted.
"Go, go, go." Wei Wuque said excitedly: "Xiaosheng is just worried that Miss will be tired. Since Miss is not tired, Xiaosheng will naturally follow her through fire and water." After a pause, he asked coquettishly: "What Miss means is that I can do it tomorrow morning."
Have breakfast at home?"
"Nonsense." Lingxiao pinched the horse's belly and went back to the Yamen with Xianyun.
Wei Wuque stood at the door of the hotel for a long time. He actually felt like crying. It was not easy to rise to this level. Then he wanted to slap himself. He was really tortured to the point of being a bitch.
In the West Yamen, Wang Xiangang and Wu Wei finished discussing disaster relief matters. When they saw the two coming back, they smiled and said, "We just happened to have dinner together."
"Hurry up, hurry up, I'm starving to death." Ling Xiao held his belly and said, "I have to eat a big meal today. I won't be able to eat for several days."
"Of course, of course," Wang Xian said with a smile, "I just have braised mutton to eat today."
"Long live the little wise man," Ling Xiao's mouth watered when he heard it. It was said that supplies were tight during this time, and the food was much simpler in the yamen to avoid material disputes. Although Ling Xiao didn't say anything, his mouth had long since faded away.
"How can you kill a sheep?" Xianyun asked strangely.
"Haha, that's what happened." Wang Xian said with a wry smile: "Some victims of the disaster stole several sheep from the Zheng family. The Zheng family reported it to the government. I sent people to catch them, but they were already slaughtered, so I had to bring them back with the meat and bones.
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"Don't you need to return this meat to the Zheng family?" Xianyun is still very pure.
"The case hasn't been clarified yet." Wang Xian said with a smile: "We can't tell who the meat belongs to."
"Then you want to eat?" Xianyun said helplessly.
"It will stink when the class starts. It will be a waste if you don't eat." Wang Xian laughed and scolded: "I want to improve your lives, there is so much nonsense."
"Sigh." Xianyun was speechless at Wang Xian's pragmatism, but having said that, the braised mutton was so delicious that he ate three large bowls alone, one bowl more than Ling Xiao.
"I thought guilt would affect my appetite." The meat they were given was not much, so Wang Xian tried his best to let the brothers and sisters eat to their heart's content. He and Wu Wei only took some broth and soaked rice to eat. Both brothers and sisters were like that
I don’t know how to take care of others. I didn’t even notice after eating. Wang Xian and Wu Wei barely moved their chopsticks...
"Uh..." After dinner, after Wu Wei left, Xianyun burped and described what he had seen today to Wang Xian in a somewhat indecent manner. When he talked about the poem, he said: "There seem to be two more words behind that poem.
section, but was shoveled out.”
"Just reading half of the song, you can already see the problem."
"What do you see?" Xianyun asked helplessly, thinking that I had memorized that poem, but could not see anything.
"Cut off the world of mortals and abide by the Dharma. Be pure and be different from the rest of the world. Lock your mind tightly and return to tranquility. Don't teach your mind to do anything." Wang Xian said lightly: "This is clearly done by a monk who has just entered the Zen sect. Who is a master? Xianyun
However, there are only two reasons why Guan cherishes his poems, one is that he is a literary giant, and the other is that he has a noble status."
"But the old Taoist priest said that he didn't know the identity of the monk." Xianyun suddenly said: "Isn't this a clear lie?"
"Yes, this poem is not outstanding. If the author was a famous person, the old Taoist priest would definitely publicize it." Wang Xiandao: "So there is only one explanation left, that is, he has a noble status, but he cannot express it clearly."
"You mean, this poem might have been written by that person?" Xianyun said in surprise.
"Bold assumptions, be careful to verify." Wang Xian smiled irresponsibly: "But I guess the old Taoist priest knows something."
"Hurry up and arrest people?" After Xianyun said that, he denied: "No, that will scare the enemy."
"Haha, not bad." Wang Xian was very pleased with Xianyun's growth and said with a smile: "If he is really Jianwen's person, then we are very close to our goal." After whispering a few instructions, Xianyun nodded.
, indicating that I understand.
Early the next morning, Wei Wuque came to Xiya to report with a parcel on his back.
"What do you have in this bag?" Wang Xian asked curiously.
"Preserved meat and candied fruits are my sister's favorite things to eat." Wei Wuque said, "I have prepared enough for ten days."
"Alas," Wang Xian couldn't help but sigh to himself after hearing this. If he had Mr. Wu Que's enthusiasm, what kind of girl wouldn't he be able to pick up? Of course, except for those like Ling Xiao who are still in love...
"Hurry up and eat." Xianyun greeted Wei Wuque and scooped him a bowl of fragrant rice porridge, which moved Mr. Wei to death.