One night after half a month, there was a loud noise in Luoyang City, and the earth shook. People ran out of their houses and made noise in the streets. They saw the direction of the White Horse Temple outside the city, and among the monks in the temple chanting in unison,
One statue
The seven-colored glazed pagoda, the size of a hill, slowly rose into the sky, slowly rotating, emitting thousands of colorful brilliance. After a cup of tea, the seven-colored glazed pagoda gradually became smaller, and finally fell silently into the White Horse Temple.
Early the next morning, countless men, women, and children rushed out of the city, saying that the Buddha had appeared and granted a pagoda to the temple, which would benefit the whole community. They came straight to the White Horse Temple in an endless stream, crowding the side entrances on both sides of the temple.
However, there was a middle-aged monk, blond and blue-eyed, with a hint of childishness in his calmness. He walked against the current and finally squeezed out of the temple through the side door.
This color-eyed monk was wearing a yellow robe from Chinese Buddhism, but on his feet he was wearing lama's high-top leather red shoes. He stood there, looking at the crowd that was like sea water pouring in, and then at the towering temple in the temple.
The Qiyun Tower entered the clouds, clasped its hands slightly, bowed and saluted, and then floated away.
This monk with a lustful appearance and nondescript clothes was none other than Wuxu. These days, Wuxu and Monk Yuan Pharaoh were working day and night in the pagoda. Wuxu first used the Mandala Dharma Realm to pull out the karma fire of the Dharma Realm in Yuan Fa's body. Then he
, each uses the relic to pass away the peaceful light, or uses the spirit body to practice the Vajra Indestructible Hidden Dharma, or reconciles the four great fire tribulations, and kills countless eminent monks.
The Great Virtue blessed the Qiyun Pagoda with the Dharma of all Buddhas and refined it with magical tools. When all the karmic fire in the Dharma Realm has been drawn out, and the body of enlightened spiritual consciousness is slightly golden, Yuanfa has also refined the Qiyun Pagoda into a seven-color glazed pagoda.
.As for the magical effect of this spiritual body cultivating the Vajra Indestructible Treasure? What is the power of the seven-colored glazed pagoda? The author does not dare to overstep my authority and lie about the number of words. You will know it later.
As soon as the Yuan Dharma was dissolved by the karmic fire of the Dharma Realm in the body and the four fires, my mood was indescribable. I tried to hold on to Wuxu again and again, but I had no choice but to let go. That night, I was on the top of the tower, using my supreme magic power and spiritual consciousness to realize Wuxu.
Xu recited and held the Sutra of Perfect Enlightenment; and at dawn, when Wuxu was about to leave the pagoda, he quietly transmitted the message, "Then Zhao Hao
However, you are the royal family of the previous dynasty, and you lived temporarily in the White Horse Temple. Although you are now a great monk of the True Spirit, you never forget to regain the power of the Song Dynasty, and your character is becoming increasingly gloomy. When you entered the pagoda that day, I sensed that he had murderous intentions towards you, so he said
You will practice with me here and you will not leave the seclusion for a year and a half. If you meet me in the future, you must be more careful."
After hearing Yuan Fa's instructions, Wuxu was puzzled, but he temporarily put down the idea of going to Dongji Island to look for Guo Min. When he came out of the temple, he wanted to continue heading south, and still went to the Lushan Mountain as originally agreed upon.
I wish I could go back to Hualien Miaofa Sect to take a look. Then I thought about it, near the east of Luoyang.
The ancient capital of the Ten Dynasties was Bianliang, Tokyo. I had never visited it in my previous life, so I was in mourning. Now that it was so close, I couldn’t even go there. I made up my mind to go eastward. What I saw and heard on the way is difficult to describe in detail.
Less than half a month later, we arrived at Kaifeng, the capital of the former Northern Song Dynasty and later known as Kaifeng.
Bianliang in Tokyo is still in the hands of the Yuan army at this moment. This Bianliang is wider than Luoyang. Although it is located in the north, the city is like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. You can see canals, rivers and lakes from time to time. The streets are orderly and prosperous.
Various skin colors, various goods, and various foods. Obviously, hundreds of years later, the style of the Northern Song Dynasty still remains, and the subtleties of its charm are not comparable to Luoyang.
When Wuxu entered the city, the first thing he thought of was the famous "Along the River During the Qingming Festival". He found a carriage and walked through the market to the Bianhe River. This Bianhe River runs through the entire city of Bianliang from east to west and separates it from east to west.
dozens
There, there is a stone bridge with a rainbow across the water. On the river, there are countless boats of different sizes, carrying merchants and goods from south to north, carrying literati and poets who recite poems and writing poems, and hiding gods who are good at singing and dancing.
beauty...
Wuxu stood by the river, looking at everything in front of him with the mentality of a later generation, feeling both novel and confused. The world was in chaos, but the city that was the most virtuous in the past was still bustling with people, singing and dancing. I thought of the historical records,
Liu Futong made three expeditions to the north, captured Bianliang, and established his capital here. He was attacked again by the armies led by Chahan Timur and Polo Timur, and the city of Bianliang was destroyed. There was blood all over the ground and flames soaring into the sky. He just sighed,
Beauty is often unlucky, and the capital is prone to war.
Just as he was sighing, he suddenly heard a burst of laughter. There was a half-old madam, leaning out from the window of a boat that was approaching the shore, dancing with a handkerchief, and said to Wu Xu sweetly, "That monk
, what are you doing standing blankly on the shore? Where are you going and asking the girls to give you a ride?"
Wuxu didn't want to be contaminated by this, so he turned around and walked away. An old man standing on a nearby boat cupped his hands and said, "Master, it's getting late, and one person is facing the river and facing the sky. It's better to choose a seat in the boat at night like this old man."
, one boat and one glass of wine a month, and we can travel and take in the picturesque scenery on both sides of the Bian River."
Wuxu saw that the old man spoke very elegantly, clasped his hands and smiled and said, "Shopkeeper, how do you know that Xiaoseng, a monk, likes to drink?" The old shopkeeper waved his hand and said, "These days, the polite people are behind the scenes.
"The drunken man sheds tears in front of his face. Amitabha only likes the gilded Buddha; etiquette, justice, integrity and shame are all buried in books."
When Wuxu heard this, he burst into laughter, and while flying towards the boat where the old man was, he asked loudly, "Is this a Yuan song? It is easy to understand, it is humorous and criticizes the current ills, and it reveals the true feelings in its vulgarity.
"
The old shopkeeper diligently led Wuxu, who had landed on the deck, to the private room upstairs. At the same time, he ordered the boy to serve tea and said, "What kind of Yuanqu is not Yuanqu? Little old man, it's just on the Bianhe River."
Just make some nonsense and eat the food. If you are a guest, you will eat comfortably and drink to your satisfaction. If you reward me with a few small coins, I will be like Amitabha and be polite, righteous and honest."
Wuxu was aroused by the old shopkeeper's cleverness. He couldn't help but touch his bald head and said with a smile, "What do you mean by Amitabha, etiquette, justice and shame, a pot of good wine, and Bianliang specialty snacks?"
The old man bent down, responded repeatedly, and then went down to make some noise.
After a while, carp and dragon beard noodles, three fresh lotus cakes, lamb braised jade noodles, donkey slices and spicy soup...all were placed in front of Wuxu.
Wuxu was eating delicious food and pouring himself a drink. Sometimes he was happy that he had learned the secret method of cultivating the Vajra Indestructible in Qiyun Pagoda, and sometimes he felt sad that Guo Min and his master came to rescue him.
Unknowingly, the night was dim and the moon was hazy. Wuxu was a little drunk on the rickety night boat. He looked up at the waning moon in the sky and thought of Guo Min on the top of the Qiyun Pagoda of White Horse Temple that day.
, the charming color in the moonlight, and thinking of myself traveling through the endless night sky, I couldn't help but murmured, "When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky?"
But I heard someone in a private room nearby burst into laughter, and a woman said aloud, "Sister, I never expected that this monk, after eating and drinking for more than an hour, finally started chewing words again." There was another crisp voice.
A voice sounded, "Don't chew your tongue. Don't pay attention to other people's affairs."
Although the voices of the two people who looked like sisters were not loud, Wuxu could hear them clearly. He turned to look behind him and shook his head. He knew that the beautiful and beautiful family members of high-ranking officials and nobles came from nowhere, drinking and having fun here without any scruples.
.I ignored him at the moment and just asked the old shopkeeper to bring another pot of warm wine.
But in the elegant room behind Wuxu, a graceful and luxurious young woman was sitting at the head of the colorless and fragrant banquet. She was holding chopsticks on one side and holding a piece of snow-white yam to the left side of her tall and tall figure with a smile on her face.
The middle-aged man said to the unhappy girl on the right, "If you are so naughty, my sister won't take you out next time."
When the middle-aged man saw this, he smoothed things over in the middle and said, "It's a rare occasion for us to come out. Can't you sisters talk to each other if you have something to say? That monk is dressed in a nondescript manner. He looks like a charlatan at first glance. Ruolan, why should you be like this?"
Nervous." The unhappy little girl next to her immediately said, "Sister
My husband is right. They just saw that this monk seemed to have some knowledge of Yuan music, so they paid attention to it. But later on, he ate and drank a lot. At the end, he dryly sang Su Xueshi's "Water"
He recited a few lines from "Tiao Ge Tou", which was inappropriate for the occasion and seemed to be sentimental. He just made fun of me."
These were things that Wuxu, who was drunk alone, had never heard, let alone who the burly, majestic middle-aged man in that elegant room was, and who the graceful and luxurious young woman was? As for that,
That unhappy and ignorant girl, I don’t even know who she is. She just eats and drinks while looking around the banks of the Bian River. She only thinks about the past life and this life, how can there be a chance encounter or sudden separation?
After a while, it was late at night, the lights on the boat were dim, the shadows of candles were swaying, the waning moon reflected the flowing water, and everyone was half drunk.
But I saw the old shopkeeper, holding a stack of rice paper, slowly walked up to Wuxu, and said with a smile, "It's late at night, and I'm half drunk. Master, tonight, I'm alone in the water, with the waning moon falling on my shoulders, so I can have some beautiful words and sentences."
?”
Wuxu looked at the old shopkeeper with a "sneaky smile" on his face and said with a smile, "So what if I have it? So what if I don't have it? Is it possible that the young monk's wine money can be waived?"
The old shopkeeper squinted his eyes and replied, "Master is joking. The boat is drifting on the Bianhe River day and night to earn some money for drinks. However, if the master occasionally has feelings when he is drunk on the boat, the old man thinks
put, defecate
You can put the book on silk and hang it on the bow of the ship. Firstly, after the master wakes up from drunkenness tomorrow, he will be able to find you tonight; secondly, after the master drifts away, the aftertaste lingers, and those who board the ship behind can also follow him.
One or two.”
Wuxu was drunk, and when he heard the old man's true words, he immediately hit the table with his palm, "I never thought that a wine boat like yours could be like this!" After pondering for a moment, he looked at the stack of rice paper held by the old man.
, asked, "Are these all lyrics and music composed by the people who were playing on the boat tonight?"
As the old man nodded in agreement, a hearty laugh rang out, "Master, don't be stingy with your poetry. If you have good words and music, just sing it. There is no need to worry about the money for the drinks." But it was the middle-aged man in the private room before.
The young man, following the temper of the little girl just now, spoke with a hint of teasing.
Wuxu turned around and took a look. In such a social occasion, people were so sophisticated, but he looked down upon it. However, looking at the waning moon above his head, he thought of what he had seen and heard after traveling through the world, and thought again of the almost eternal separation between heaven and man.
Parents, relatives and friends reappeared, Zhao Tong, who looked like he was flying in the sky, danced with demons, and Guo Min, who was disguised as a man and held a bead on the top of the tower, couldn't help but feel a little lonely and a little absurd.
Slowly walking to the bow of the boat, facing the waning moon in the gurgling water, I sang a popular song from later generations:
The night glows all around,
The crescent moon in the sky is like a hook,
As the saying goes
Reciting Yuanjue and leaving the temple, I watched the scenery along the Bianhe River during the Qingming Festival.
I was alone on the boat looking at the night sky, and the waning moon in the water comforted me.