Wuxu took Guo Min and returned to Xiangguo Temple. They avoided the noisy crowd and went to the quiet area of the back temple, but did not disturb Master Yuanxin. The two of them strolled to a high attic.
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Guo Min, who was wearing a green shirt, put his hands behind his hands and raised his head. He faced a gilt wooden plaque at the main entrance of the attic and whispered, "Paiyun Pavilion." He couldn't help but laugh and said, "A pavilion that is only a few feet high is also famous for its pavilion.
Cloud?" After saying that, he immediately stepped up, crossed the threshold, and floated in. Wuxu apologized slightly to the young novice sweeping the floor by the door, and then walked in.
Wuxu had previously visited Xiangguo Temple in the company of Jingci, and had spent some time wandering around the row of cloud pavilions, because there were many exquisite paintings and poems on the four walls of the row of cloud pavilions.
First of all, it is not a fine product. After asking, I found out that it was Master Yuanxin and others who were worried about the disasters in Xiangguo Temple, so they made miniature rubbings of the poems and paintings of the sages of the past dynasties and printed them here one by one with great strength. I can't help but realize this.
Thinking that these works by famous artists in later generations have gone through years and suffered wars, and finally only remained in classics, so I watched them here with special care.
This time I ran into Guo Min outside the temple. Seeing that Guo Min didn't like the hustle and bustle, I thought of this place.
Guo Min walked around in the small Paiyun Pavilion and walked to a window. He looked into the distance and then turned to look at Wuxu.
of pleasure.”
Wuxu smiled, pointed at the wall with his finger, and said with a smile, "Miss Guo, details, details." Guo Min looked in the direction of Wuxu's finger and said, "In the dwarf theater, one is noble and the other is low. Heart.
We know that we have the same roots, so we have no regrets." He couldn't help but smile and said, "It turns out that the master likes Wang Jiefu's poems."
Wang Jiefu, Wang Anshi, the prime minister of the Northern Song Dynasty, a famous reformer, a great thinker, a litterateur, and a calligrapher. What Wuxu pointed to and what Guo Min saw was exactly what Wang Anshi did.
Cinemagoers".
Wuxu also recited the poem in a low voice and said with a smile, "The young monk was a young man in literature and art in his previous life, and he is close to all the literati and elegant people. Well, it's hard to say whether he particularly likes it or not. Here, there is a collection of Xiangguo Temple
Over the years, Ms. Guo can appreciate many works by famous artists, look high and far away, and express her feelings."
Guo Min said, "Guo Min, I have been traveling in the East China Sea since I was a child, so I am not familiar with these things." Then he looked carefully at the four walls of Paiyun Pavilion, and said with a smile, "Master, we have left the bald donkeys at the White Horse Temple and arrived again.
Are you coming to Kaifeng City?"
Wuxu clasped his hands and said, "Miss Guo, I have misunderstood. The young monk stayed at the White Horse Temple for some time because of some matters. However, the young monk is very grateful to Miss Guo and the respected master for coming all the way here for the young monk.
To lend a helping hand.”
"Haha, how are you going to thank me, master?" Guo Min leaned against the window, holding on to the window lattice, and asked narrowly.
Wuxu replied with a smile, "There are many masterpieces by famous people in Paiyun Pavilion. The young monk recommends them one by one. Can this be regarded as a thank you?"
"These are just the innocent works of some literati in this world. How can they be compared to monks like us, who draw the aura of heaven and earth, absorb the essence of the sun and moon, eat wind and drink dew, and swim across rivers and seas."
Hearing Guo Min's words, Wuxu couldn't help but think of Master Yuan Xin's conversation last night, and said with a hint of sadness, "It's a pity that there is no proof of immortality. You and I just lived a few more years."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a shout of Amitabha, and Yuan Xin suddenly appeared, walked in from the door, saluted Wuxu and Guo Min, and said, "The distinguished guests are here, and the Xiangguo Temple is full of glory."
Wuxu led Guo Min to return the gift and said with a smile, "Master He Lao came forward. We will just have fun for a while and then leave."
Yuan Xin clasped his hands together and said, "We are destined to meet each other. Why don't we let the poor monk take the two distinguished guests for a tour." After saying that, he spread his hands slightly and made a mudra. Wuxu and Guo Min suddenly felt that the scene in front of them was different.
Change, you are in an extremely wide hall. Its length is several hundred meters, its width is several hundred meters, and its height is several hundred meters. On the hall, except for the three statues of past, present and future Buddhas, there are
It was empty except for three futons.
Guo Min was obviously unhappy and asked, "Great monk, didn't you take us to visit Xiangguo Temple? How did we end up in this inexplicable place?"
Yuan Xin sat on the futon, his handprints changed, and a circular light curtain hung down from the ceiling in the middle of the Buddhist hall, condensed into substance, like a wall-mounted LCD screen in later generations. Scenes from all over the Xiangguo Temple instantly appeared on the light curtain.
If you probe into it with your spiritual consciousness, you will feel like you are on the ground. Not only can you hear various sounds, but you can also smell the fragrance of grass and trees. It is really magical. Wuxu and Guo Min walked around the ring-shaped light curtain and slowly looked at it.
As they do so, they put their spiritual consciousness into it unconsciously.
After Wuxu's spiritual consciousness entered the light curtain, it first landed outside the Main Hall. Suddenly, there were countless good men and women around, holding incense and candles, muttering words in their mouths, turning a blind eye to Wuxu, and being completely unaware of it. Several people actually directly learned from Wuxu.
The body of divine consciousness passed by. Wuxu was shocked at first, but then he realized that it turned out that all the scenes, characters, and even the plants and trees in Xiangguo Temple were just like him. In this light curtain, all kinds of images,
It's just a projected shadow, the so-called dream bubble.
After Wuxu understood this, he became more playful and rushed straight into the Mahavira Palace from the crowd. Sure enough, when he passed through the bodies of these people easily, they were unaware and he felt no pain. Wuxu
After watching it for a while, I couldn't stand the noise and smoke inside, so I turned around, walked through the wall in front of a mural of a angry-eyed Vajra, and came to a side hall on the left side of Xiangguo Temple.
In this side hall, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is enshrined. On both sides of the Buddha statue, yellow flags that have been slightly blackened are hanging in the air. In the middle of the front is a Buddha table with incense burners, fruit plates, etc. on it. In front of the Buddha table
Below, among three or five futons, a woman is kneeling, bowing her head in prayer.
When Wuxu saw this, he was about to turn around and leave. But suddenly he heard the woman sobbing in a low voice, "Husband, don't blame me for being cruel...wuwuwu..."
Could it be that he was murdering his own husband? Wuxu stopped.
But I heard the woman continue to say intermittently, "The slave family also knows that the history book must have ordered people to burn you alive. But the arms can't twist the thighs. How can a country peasant woman from the slave family fight them? So I had to take it.
With some of their burial expenses, I can bury you alive and hire a doctor to look after your parents-in-law."
It turns out to be another sufferer!
Wuxu's spiritual consciousness spoke out, "The bully Shi Xue Shu and others have been executed."
The woman, alone in the Buddhist temple, suddenly heard Wuxu's words and looked around in horror.
Wuxu paused and then said, "Now that things have happened, you don't have to blame yourself for taking the burial money from the evil person and having to endure hardships. From now on, live a good life." After saying that, he drifted away.
The woman came back to her senses, clasped her hands together, and said repeatedly, "The Bodhisattva appears, the Bodhisattva appears..."
After leaving the side hall, Wuxu was in a bad mood. He stopped wandering into the other side halls and headed straight towards the backyard of Xiangguo Temple. In a flash, he came to a small courtyard. In the courtyard, there was a small lake.
Beside the lake, there are several vegetable plots where the monks grow their own food. Between the vegetable plot and the small lake, there are several willow trees. One of them is about eight feet high, lush and green, with tender green willow branches hanging upside down, rippling in the wind.
Wuxu looked at it and said to himself, "Is this the place where the flower monk Lu Zhishen uprooted the weeping willows?" Then he smiled. The "Water Margin" describing the ancient peasant uprising was written in the early Ming Dynasty. The author of this book was Shi Shi.
At this moment, Nai'an is probably still counselor of military affairs under Zhang Shicheng in eastern Jiangsu and Zhejiang. How could it be the place where the flower monk Lu Zhishen uprooted the weeping willows? He almost fell into the poison of this saying.
When Wuxu smiled and lived his life, it might be the place where Lu Zhishen, the flower monk of later generations, uprooted the weeping willows. Looking ahead, he saw shadowy pavilions, towering bell towers, and high and low pagodas scattered around. Many monks were among them, or chanting softly.
Sutra, or sitting cross-legged in meditation, it is extremely quiet. Wu Xu couldn't help but wonder for a while, although Guo Min likes to play, he doesn't like places with many people. How come he has walked all the way without meeting her?
While wandering, I searched deep into the backyard. Suddenly I saw a white and graceful figure on the right side flashing into an inconspicuous small courtyard, so I hurriedly chased after him. Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at the door, I didn't see anyone there.
After passing through the wall, there was a bang instead. Wuxu only felt a burst of pain, and his spiritual body's forehead was blue and red. While rubbing the pain, Wuxu said depressedly, "What is this place? Since it appears in this light
Within the curtain, there are restrictions."
In this light curtain, his consciousness was limited. Wuxu couldn't get in. He also suspected that the person he just saw was Guo Min, so he stood at the entrance of the courtyard and wandered. Seeing that there was no movement in the courtyard, he was about to leave.
, but with a creaking sound, a handsome monk came out, clasped his hands towards Wuxu and said, "Your Majesty has come to Zangxin Courtyard, please come into the courtyard and have a chat."
Wuxu followed the monk into the courtyard and looked at his back. He couldn't help but be startled. Just now, he had made a mistake. The figure he saw was the back of this handsome and thin monk. Now that he looked carefully, he could see that there was a slight trace of...
The elegance of Buddha's Zen and his thin stature are just that, but he has his own thoughts and attaches more importance to them.
In the courtyard, in a Buddhist hall, several monks, old and young, were sitting on the ground. When Wuxu came in, they turned a blind eye. Only an old monk who was leading the monk faintly nodded and asked, "Who are you from?"
Where did it come from?”
Wuxu saw that there was a bit of mystery here, so he replied, "Little monk Wuxu, he came from the same place."
The wrinkled old monk nodded, asked no more questions, and went to meditate.
Wuxu worked in the Buddhist hall for a while. He lost interest in looking at these dazed monks, so he left. After leaving the Zangxinyuan, Wuxu walked around the backyard again, and then returned from the other direction.
After arriving at the Main Hall and then at the mountain gate, I never met Guo Min. After looking back at the Daxiangguo Temple where the temple was rising and falling and the bells were ringing faintly, my spiritual consciousness passed through the colorful film in the air, exited the light curtain, and returned to the physical body.
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Wuxu returned his consciousness, opened his eyes, and saw Guo Min next to him, his eyes still closed, standing there like a jade sculpture. Yuan Xin, who was a little further away, also lowered his head and closed his eyes, seeming to have entered meditation.
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Wuxu walked quickly around the ring-shaped light curtain, and saw people coming and going from the Mahavira Palace, a woman chanting sutras under the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva statue, and a few birds flying where the willows were swayed by the breeze; he saw everything
I visited the Daxiangguo Temple, which covers an area of hundreds of acres, in all directions and looked at thousands of faces, but I still couldn't see Guo Min.
Looking intently at the changing scene in front of him, and looking at Guo Min who could only breathe softly, Wu Xu murmured to himself, "Did she also enter a restricted area?"
As the saying goes
There is light in ten directions and shadows in ten directions, a journey is like a dream.
In the illusion of momentary separation, life gathers and disperses like a whirlwind.