Early the next morning, Xu Huaizheng brought breakfast. After the four of them had eaten, they went up the mountain together.
They came out early, and it was winter. There were almost no tourists on the mountain. When he first saw the monk, Yan Linfei had no reaction. After all, it was an ancient temple with a thousand years old, so it was not surprising that there were monks. But later, nuns and Taoist priests appeared one after another.
He was no longer calm, his little eyes were full of surprise.
"What's going on?"
Xu Huaizheng explained: "The temple on the mountain was first built in the Tang Dynasty. Due to military disasters, it gradually fell into disuse at the end of the Ming Dynasty. It was rebuilt during the Qing Dynasty. It is one of the few ancient temples that integrates Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism. Since it is a group
, there are naturally all kinds of temples, nothing strange."
Entering the mountain gate is the ancient theater building. The roofs of the resting mountain type and the hard mountain type are cleverly combined, which is extremely rare in ancient buildings. There are elephants, vase and immortals on the top of the ridge, and dragon kisses are decorated on both ends.
There are hanging beasts and running beasts at the ends of the vertical ridges and forked ridges, which are both physical and spiritual and lifelike.
Dongshan Ancient Temple is divided into two parts: the upper and lower parts. After passing the square in front of the theater building, go up to Lu Zuting, Tianhou Palace, Guandi Palace, Caishen Palace, Wenchang Palace, Guanyin Palace, Dizang Temple...
Walking along the mountain road for a while, you will find Yaowang Hall, Jade Emperor Hall, Dragon King Hall, Zhenwu Temple, Sanxiao Empress Hall...it can be said that gods from all walks of life gather together.
The temples are built against the mountains, gradually rising from south to north, with a compact layout and appropriate density. Each courtyard has a gate tower, archway, moon gate, or hanging flower gate, which has the charm of Jiangnan gardens.
Two ancient ginkgo trees reach the sky and stand halfway up the mountain, like immortals overlooking all living things. The mountain springs in the Holy Water Palace form a stream that never dries up in winter and summer, and is clear and sweet.
Along the way, Yan Linfei kept the camera in his hand, taking pictures of buildings, landscapes, and ancient trees. Of course, portrait photography is also essential.
Lu Wuchuan usually didn't like to take pictures, and Xu Huaizheng also said that he had no interest in it. This time he was in a very difficult situation, being dragged around to make concave shapes. Sometimes he looked far into the distance, and sometimes he lowered his eyes and contemplated.
Fortunately, Dongshan is not too high, and the four of us are not believers, so we will not waste time burning incense and worshiping Buddha. Even if we stop and go, we reached the top of the mountain in more than two hours.
Dongshan stands near the sea, separating the sea from Dongshan Town. Standing on the top of the mountain, you can see the vast sea on one side and the small town under the clouds and mist on the other. You can see two worlds in between.
When we were going down the mountain, we met several groups of tourists. The mountain road was narrow and winding, so everyone consciously avoided each other.
Xu Huaizheng and Lu Wuchuan were separated by a distance, with Duanmo in the middle. Yan Linfei stopped from time to time to take a few more photos, and ended up at the end.
Passing by the Holy Water Palace, two people came out and met them when they went down the steps.
Duanmo turned sideways, trying to make way, and when he looked up and saw the person opposite, he couldn't help but be slightly startled.
The young girl obviously saw her too. She opened her mouth and said in disbelief: "Duanmo, why are you back?"
Duanmo raised one corner of his lips and asked, "My home is here, why can't I come back?"
"Oh, that's not what I meant." The girl stamped her feet, her boots clicking on the stone floor.
"Honey, who is this?" The man next to her looked to be in his thirties, of medium build, wearing a black mink coat, and spoke with a half-baked Beijing accent.
"My classmate, Duan Mo." The girl held the man's arm tightly, "This is my boyfriend Song Weicai. He plans to develop a resort in our town."
Lu Wuchuan came over, stood next to Duan Mo, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Meet an acquaintance." Duan Mo pointed at the two people in front of him.
"My name is Zhang Yuling, Duanmo's classmate. Are you...?"
"Her friend." Lu Wuchuan replied directly.
With a look of inquiry on her face, Zhang Yuling asked: "Boyfriend?"
Just as Duan Mo was about to deny it, Yan Linfei chased her from behind and immediately showed a big smile when he saw her: "I knew you would wait for me."
Originally, Zhang Yuling felt unhappy when she saw Duan Mo with a man with an extraordinary temperament, but now a handsome man with a unique look appeared, and her expression was a little subtle.
His eyes roamed around the three of them, and he coughed twice: "Duanmo, as a good friend for many years, I have to advise you, don't forget your mother..."
"My mother said you have to keep your eyes open when making friends, so you won't forget them." Although Duan Mo's face looked as usual, the hands at his side were clenched unconsciously.
The fingertips dug into the palm of my hand and hurt, but it was not one ten thousandth of what I felt in my heart.
A big hand quietly wrapped the small fist, and the calloused thumb gently rubbed the cold back of the hand. The conduction of heat gradually relaxed the small fist.
Xu Huaizheng was walking, then turned around and found that they had stopped halfway. He turned back and called out from across a dozen steps: "Xiao Mo, why don't you leave?"
Seeing the person below, Zhang Yuling suddenly widened her eyes and asked in a low voice: "He... he is... Xu Huaizheng?"
"Yes, that's him. It's rare that you haven't forgotten him, but..." Duan Mo glanced at Song Weicai, a trace of pity flashed on his face, and then smiled, "Forget it, let's go first, you two take your time
Let’s go shopping.”
Without waiting for Zhang Yuling to say anything, she pulled Lu Wuchuan and left.
The most fearful thing about speaking is to say half the words and leave the other half. What you say is unclear, and the blank parts are even more arousing to people's imagination.
However, Lu Wuchuan looked at Song Weicai deeply with sympathetic eyes, sighed, and let Duan Mo pull him. As he passed the couple, he whispered in her ear: "Mo Mo, this is all in the past.
It's a matter of fact, you just speak your mind."
It's like two people talking quietly, but the people next to them can hear it clearly.
The warm breath lingering in her ears, coupled with the long-lost call, made Duanmo stagger in shock. Thanks to Lu Wuchuan, he held her in time, otherwise she might have rolled down the cliff.
Lu Wuchuan's last words just added fuel to the fire. After taking a few steps, Song Weicai asked in an unkind voice: "Zhang Yuling, what is your relationship with that man?"
At this time, Duan Mo had no interest in a fight, so he shook off Lu Wuchuan's hand and strode down.
"What happened?" Xu Huaizheng frowned slightly.
Duan Mo took a long breath: "Nothing, I met Zhang Yuling."
"Who is Zhang Yuling?"
"The one who always walked with me to and from school."
"Oh," Xu Huaizheng searched around in his mind, and there seemed to be such a person, "Aren't you very good friends?"
Duan Mo walked quickly as if her small universe had exploded: "It got bad later." Over the years, she has been doing a good job in controlling her emotions, but I don't know if it was because of Zhang Yuling's stimulation or because of the word "Mo Mo".
My mind is in chaos now, and I just want to escape from this place quickly.