Fatty, on the other hand, slowly accumulated through cultivation. The two powers in his body may not cause a major conflict for a while, but in the long run, he will still have to face the problem of choosing between Buddhism and Taoism. But for me now
In other words, there is no need to worry at all. No matter which one you practice, it will also improve the other invisibly.
"I really envy your good life. He is obviously my uncle, but if it doesn't work, I will go to him too!"
Hearing the fat man's tone full of envy and yearning, I couldn't help but feel dumbfounded. Am I considered to have a good life? If I could choose again, I would probably rather live in peace and harmony with my family and fellow villagers in a little-known mountain village.
to live an ordinary life.
Does that mean that I will marry Lin Yue? Such a strange thought flashed through my mind for no reason. Without all the encounters that started from that ancient well, I would not have met Wan Lin. I probably still feel in my heart now.
He is still accustomed to it, and naturally regards Lin Yue as his companion to accompany him throughout his life.
And she wouldn’t have to leave her hometown and encounter so many changes. We would probably be as ordinary and happy as every ordinary couple in the village.
Is this kind of future what I long for more than today? I suddenly felt a strong feeling of rejection and opposition in my heart, and Wanlin's figure kept shaking and imprinting in front of me, reminding me all the time that that
It’s a past that can’t be returned to, and a future that can never be reached.
"Hey, what are you doing? Let's go quickly. I want my uncle to give me a Euphorbia. He can't turn his elbows outward." The fat man's urging brought me back to reality, and I hurriedly
Set off and hurry on your way.
However, things didn't work out as we wished, and we finally arrived at Zhiqu Pavilion under the afterglow of the setting sun. The elegant and quiet lotus in the pool reflected the brilliance of the setting sun, scattering a pool of gold-like radiance, and gave a faint sense of purity.
The zen of silence.
However, there was no one nearby. Both the pavilion and the pond were empty. The lotus flowers in the pond all looked very ordinary. They did not have the special three-cluster double-petaled lotus flower I got before.
variety.
It seems that everything here is so ordinary, like every tourist attraction with nothing new, as if everything I saw before was an illusion.
The fat man didn't give up and searched everywhere thoroughly, but found no trace of anyone living there for a long time. In desperation, we had no choice but to continue walking to Songhe Temple not far away to find out more about the situation.
After all, the fat man was a self-proclaimed laojianghu. After entering the temple, he quickly figured out the way around and told him the name of his sect under the disciple Ziyang Zhenren. Although the young monk who sent the message had little experience, he had never heard of this name.
But he didn't dare to neglect and said he would inform the abbot.
The fat man rolled his eyes, as if he had thought of something, and quickly grabbed the other person, and actually sold me as well, telling the young monk that I was Liu Yishou's direct disciple, and don't forget to inform him together.
As soon as the young monk heard Liu Yishou's name, his eyes widened even wider than the Dharma Protector in the temple behind him. It almost made people wonder if he had hyperthyroidism. Then he turned around and hurried back to the back hall.
.
After a while, the abbot and abbot of the temple came out in a hurry, without even wearing his cassocks. He very politely invited us in to drink tea and burn incense, as if a big shot had arrived.
"Sure enough, people are everywhere, and they rely on connections." Fatty said with emotion, "Your title of master is really useful. Almost everyone who is related to our line of work knows about it and everyone disrespects it."
"Yes, it seems that not only my profession, but also people with certain status in society know his name." I said helplessly, "But you are decisive enough to sell me, I'm really not afraid of him one day.
Have you arrived at the house of my master’s enemy?”
"Anyone who dares to make enemies with Liu Yishou is either seeking death or a heretic. We have nothing to fear in this pure Buddhist place." The fat man seemed to be very impressed. He picked up the cup of fragrant tea brought by the little monk and took a sip.
, and then chatted with the abbot.
As I spoke, I realized that Abbot Kongye was an old acquaintance of Liu Yishou, and he even had a debt of gratitude to Songhe Temple.
The money-sprinkling waterfall was originally named after a local legend in Yunnan. It is said that because the dragon veins of Diancang Mountain were shaken, many strange phenomena and disasters occurred throughout the country of Yunnan.
Xuanwei, on the other hand, experienced years of drought and thousands of miles of red soil. At that time, there was no harvest and the people were in dire straits. The local wizards used ordinary practices to pray for good weather, but I don’t know whether it was because the magic method they used was wrong, or the trembling of the dragon veins affected the aura of the local wizards.
Mana, almost all ended in failure.
Fortunately, a monk who once practiced in Putuo Mountain and traveled around happened to come to Xuanwei, so he built a temple on the east mountain to promote Buddhism and let the residents come here to worship gods and pray for rain.
Pray for dew from heaven.
Because when he traveled across the country, he met many Taoist friends, and Taoist priests were better at things like summoning wind and praying for rain, so he also invited these Taoist friends to live in Dongshan Temple and practice Dharma.
It is said that at that time, everyone opened the altar to practice Buddhism and Taoism. Sanskrit chants and Taoist sutras lingered on Dongshan for seven or forty-nine days before they stopped.
At this time, the monk walked out of the temple and came to an unusually protruding rock at the top of Dongshan Mountain. He waved his hand and threw out a handful of money. Suddenly, the mountain wind filled the building, and the thrown money turned into a downpour.
Under the strong sunshine, like gold coins scattered all over the sky, the rainstorm lasted for five days and five nights, but not a single dark cloud appeared in the middle.
After this rare solar rain, the drought in Xuanwei was alleviated and the climate gradually returned to normal. On the top of Dongshan Mountain, there was a landscape with gurgling springs and flying waterfalls.
The rock where the monk stood while throwing money was called Putuo Rock by later generations. Standing on the rock and looking down, you can see the crystal spring water spraying down, but it was blown up by the mountain wind, and then the water droplets were carried back into the air.
, and then scattered down again under the influence of gravity, like rain or fog, hazy and quiet.
Especially when the sky is clear, under the bright sunshine, the water droplets are reflected in a colorful and magnificent way, which reminds people of the scene when the monks sprinkled money. Therefore, the Dongshan Waterfall here has the beauty of pouring money.
name.
The monk later accepted a few disciples here, and then wandered away without a trace. His disciples passed it down from generation to generation until now. Some people from the Taoist sect who helped pray for rain felt that the scenery here was very beautiful and moist.
The merits of all living beings have settled here, so Songhe Temple has always been a place where Buddhism and Taoism blend.