Chapter 52: Meeting a monk at the bottom of Qingyun Mountain
This was the first winter rain that Ling Tianyun encountered. He galloped for more than half an hour and was already fifty or sixty miles away from Baishi Town. At this time, it started to rain, and thin raindrops fell from the sky.
The cold wind was dancing in the winter rain field, and the cold wind and rain drifted far away. The winter rain fell gently on the world in the cold and silent sky. The rain did not seem to be heavy, and thin raindrops gradually fell on Ling Tianyun. The raindrops gradually fell on Ling Tianyun.
An icy cold air came towards him, hitting his face as painful as a knife.
Threads of winter rain are like weaving a winter love network, covering the sky and falling. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and gradually turns into raindrops that look like snow but not snow, and look like ice but not ice.
This winter rain falls from the sky like cold arrows, destroying the earth with a chilling chill. It is not like the spring rain, which is as lingering and poetic as love threads, and does not stop. It is not as majestic as the summer rain.
The momentum is pouring down, rough and unrestrained. It is not as touching as the autumn rain, or as desolate and gentle as the falling leaves.
Ling Tianyun wiped the rain off his face and felt a chill pouring into his body. The injuries on his body had not recovered yet, so he felt a shiver. He immediately urged the white horse to speed up.
Ahead, through the curtain of rain, you can clearly see a large mountain with only a little greenery standing next to the official road. That mountain is Qingyun Mountain, the westernmost mountain in the Wutai Mountains. The mountain towers into the sky and is a dangerous cliff.
Steep, in a place of clouds and mist, in the solemn winter rain, like a hazy and majestic man standing in the north of Nalanzhou.
From the right side of the official road, turn into a small Shaanxi road, and a village suddenly appears in front of you. There are only a dozen or so scattered households in the village. Under the foot of Qingyun Mountain, dense winter rain falls one after another.
When Sasa landed in the village, it looked particularly peaceful. It had been winter for a long time, the fields had dried up, and the farmers in the village did not need to go out to farm. Therefore, there were very few people in the village, and most of them stayed in their houses.
at home.
Ling Tianyun rode his horse to the head of the village. There were two towering ancient trees beside the village. The leaves had already fallen off, and the branches all over the body were bare. They were like an old man who was old and sparse, although he was wise but had little vitality. Beside the towering ancient trees, there was a tree.
There are stone steps about two feet wide, winding toward the village.
He rode his horse to the stone steps, dismounted, and led the horse along the stone steps towards the village. It had just rained not long ago, the ground was not completely wet, and the dead branches on both sides of the stone steps were decayed.
The grass was covered with raindrops. Walking up the stone steps, there were vegetables unique to winter on both sides of the stone steps, a lush green area.
Ling Tianyun held the horse and kept brushing the raindrops on his body with water. His body had already been wet by the winter rain. His black hair was stuck to his forehead randomly, looking embarrassed. And his wounds
As soon as the coldness of the winter rain hit him, he felt a dull pain, which made him frown.
About twenty or thirty feet up the stone steps, a small temple with green bricks and red tiles appeared in front of you. There was a wooden shed next to the temple. The wooden shed was surrounded by a bamboo fence and was covered with some straw on the top.
, about the height of a person. Next to the wooden shed is a tall green pine. The green pine emits bursts of green and stands proudly in the winter rain. A cold wind blows, and the green pine branches dance lightly.
The rainwater fell one after another.
He led the horse and couldn't help but quicken his pace. He walked to the wooden shed next to the temple and found a shiny black donkey tied in the wooden shed. When the little black donkey saw their arrival, he stared at a pair of big donkeys.
He looked at them with his face. The little black donkey kept shaking his head and slapping his long ears. And his nose kept spraying thick white steam, as if he was not aware of the arrival of this person and horse.
Very comfortable.
Ling Tianyun ignored the little black donkey and tied the horse in the wooden shed. Fortunately, the wooden shed was relatively large and did not hinder the donkey and the horse. There was enough space to tie the donkey and the horse in the wooden shed. One donkey and one horse.
They didn't seem to be eye-catching, and they were glaring at each other. If they hadn't been tied far apart, the donkey and the horse might have collided with each other.
He stood in the wooden shed and looked up at the sky. The gray sky seemed to be getting darker and darker. The rain didn't seem to stop yet, and it seemed that he would have to stay in this village for a while longer.
He looked at the temple next to him again. The two-foot-tall blue brick temple always felt incompatible with this quiet mountain village. Surrounded by small houses with blue tiles and earthen walls, scattered here and there.
Surrounding the temple, there is a house that smokes smoke. When it blows in the cold wind, it emits smoke and blends with the clouds and mist in the mountains. Although it is not too early at this time, some poor people have a day.
They only had two meals, so they all had late breakfast.
He braved the rain and walked along the eaves of the temple to the door of the temple. He saw a large red wooden door that was tightly closed with two large copper rings embedded in it. The temple did not have any
There is a plaque, and the edge of the door is made of thick stones. This temple must be a mountain temple built by local villagers, or it may be a small Buddhist temple. After all, Mount Wutai is also a sacred place for Buddhism, so it is not surprising that there are some small temples nearby.
He pulled up the copper ring and knocked lightly on the door, but there was no response inside. He couldn't help but increase the intensity, but there was still no movement inside.
"Is there no one inside?" Ling Tianyun couldn't help but thought to himself.
He had no choice but to push the door open by himself. He felt that the two doors were very heavy, and it seemed that he had used all his strength to push the two doors open.
The two heavy doors slowly opened with Ling Tianyun's full strength, making a dull sound. The sound was loud, but not unpleasant.
Ling Tianyun stepped over the stone threshold about a foot high and entered the temple. The weak light fell from the glazed tiles above the temple, and he saw directly opposite the door a Buddha statue that reached to the beams and was almost a foot high.
The Buddha statue has a head as big as a bucket, a ferocious face, and its eyes are wide open, and the two big eyes almost bulge out.
The Buddha statue is actually a ferocious King Kong with angry eyes, painted with five colors of oil paint all over his body. The King Kong with angry eyes has its left hand curled into orchid fingers, and its right hand holds a halberd, standing in the temple. Ling Tianyun saw the angry eyes.
The Vajra Buddha statue, his whole body tensed up, as if the Buddha statue had a powerful momentum pressing towards him. His breathing stopped for a moment, and he suddenly felt like he was having trouble breathing.
Those angry eyes and ferocious face were nothing like a Buddha statue. It was simply a giant demon. Those angry eyes seemed to come alive, staring at Ling Tianyun who had just entered the temple.
In front of the Buddha statue is a long altar table. There is an incense burner in the center of the altar table. On the incense burner are several long-burned incense candles.
He was attracted by this Buddha statue and felt the oppressive momentum that the Buddha statue gave him. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. He always felt something strange about this strange temple and the strange Buddha statue in this temple.
But he couldn't tell what was weird about it.
"Here we come." A faint voice suddenly reached Ling Tianyun's ears, startling him. His eyes stayed on the Buddha statue, but he didn't notice anything else.
Following the sound, Ling Tianyun took a look and found a skinny old monk sitting on the lower left side of the angry-eyed Vajra. The light shining down from the tile roof was blocked by the Buddha statue, and it was a dark place. If he hadn't
If you look carefully, you can't find anyone there.
The skinny monk was sitting on a bun, with his knees bent, hands clasped together, and his eyebrows drooping as he meditated on the bun. His eyes were closed tightly, and his face was as thin as skin and bones.
"Master, you are so polite." Ling Tianyun quickly bowed to the old monk.
"Well," the old monk hummed, which was considered a response. Then he took out another dumpling from his side, without looking at it, and threw it away, right in the middle of the Buddha statue, and said lightly: "
sit".
Ling Tianyun noticed that while the old monk was speaking, he didn't even raise his head, let alone open his eyes.
He felt that the old monk had a unique affinity that made it impossible for people to feel disgusted. Although the old monk's voice was a little hoarse, it had a penetrating magic power that directly touched people's hearts, making him live.
Not even the slightest hint of resistance.
He followed the old monk's instructions and sat on the dumpling with his face facing the Buddha statue. He crossed his knees and followed the example of the old monk, clasping his hands together, looking at his nose and nose, and after a while he felt relieved.
Gradually I calmed down and my brain entered a state of emptiness.
For a moment, the two of them didn't make any sound. The two doors seemed to be pushed by some force and slowly closed. Suddenly, the temple became darker, with only the glass on the roof remaining.
The rays of light cast by the bright tiles. The rays of light shine directly on the ferocious-looking Buddha statue. The Buddha statue looks even more eerie and terrifying in this silent and dark temple, especially the pair of angry eyes with protruding eyes, as if they have come alive.
It was like a ghost, emitting a frightening light.
After an unknown amount of time, Ling Tianyun woke up from the empty state. He looked at the old monk, who had been sitting there meditating, with his head lowered, eyebrows lowered, and his hands clasped together. He seemed to have maintained this posture.
, motionless. If he hadn't felt that the old monk was still breathing, Ling Tianyun would have thought that the old monk had already gone to see the Lord Buddha. Because except for the faint breath of the old monk, there was nothing visible on him.
of vitality.
He felt that the pounding sound of raindrops seemed to have stopped. He stood up and found that his whole body felt numb. He was almost unsteady and almost sat back on the ball. He kicked his feet,
I moved my limbs casually and felt a little better, then walked towards the old monk.
"Master, excuse me." After saying that, he stretched out his hand and opened the door, but he could open the two doors very easily.
He walked out of the temple and looked back at the old monk. It seemed that the old monk didn't know anything about his departure and was still sitting motionless. Or maybe he knew about his departure but was too lazy to make a sound.
As soon as Ling Tianyun left the temple, he found that the sky was blue and the sun was high. Occasionally two or three white clouds floated in the sky, which was a good weather with clear sky. The quiet small village also began to become lively, and the villagers
Families of young and old walked out of their homes one after another, basking in the warm sunshine. The children were playing happily, while the adults were sitting in front of their homes with small wooden stools and doing household chores. Some young and strong young men were carrying hunting tools.
They entered the Qingyun Mountain in pairs.
At this time, this small village had a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere. Ling Tianyun looked at this and smiled sincerely.
The villagers also noticed this uninvited guest, but there was no hostility in their eyes. Moreover, every villager had a kind look in their eyes, and they all nodded to him.