On the way up the mountain, Miao Xin couldn't help but guess that if Brother Xiong hadn't drank a lot tonight and was inconvenienced because of an injured arm, he would never have had the heart to treat her so recklessly.
As for herself, not only did she not show any disgust towards Brother Xiong's two consecutive mistakes, but she hid herself shyly and showed tenderness in her heart.
She couldn't help but remember that when she and Xiong Jiandong first met at Jiuwei Mountain, he and Brother Zhang were drinking heavily like today.
Later, she stayed at Qinfangzhai that night, but she tripped over the threshold when entering, and he just happened to press her body to the ground. At that time, my whole body was extremely soft, so I just closed my eyes and let him lie there.
He did not make any resistance or struggle.
When Miao Xin thought about this, she felt that Brother Xiong was riding the same horse with her at this time. His solid chest was close to her back, as if he was holding her whole body in his arms, which made her
My whole body felt hot and hot.
When looking forward, not far away is the Taoist Temple of Queen Mother Pond.
"Brother Bear, we are coming!"
Miao Xin greeted behind her.
But she didn't hear Xiong Jiandong respond to her.
After the sound of horse hooves gradually stopped, she finally noticed Xiong Jiandong's snoring from behind.
It turned out that he got drunk on the way, lay on Miao Xin's back, and fell asleep.
The next day, when Xiong Jiandong opened his eyes and woke up, he found that he was covered with a plain quilt and sleeping in a clean room. Although the furnishings in the room were simple, they were all made of aged Ming and Qing Dynasty wood lacquer.
The furniture is all simple and elegant.
I heard the melodious music of the guzheng coming from nowhere. The tune was clear and elegant, and I knew it was the song "Farewell" that has been familiar to the world for a long time.
Lying quietly on the bed and listening to the zither playing, Xiong Jiandong felt that it was pure and elegant, very pleasant and comfortable.
It wasn't until the song ended that he still felt unfinished, so he punched his swollen temples on both sides of his eyes a few times, and sat up with his head still dizzy.
At this time, he could hear the clear ringing of temple bells from time to time outside the wooden window, and he suddenly thought that he had returned to the Snow Mountain Queen Mother Pond Taoist Temple.
I can't remember at all yesterday night when I got off the horse with Miao Xin, or how I entered this house and slept on the bed.
He thought again that when he hit his temples with both hands just now, he seemed to feel that the pain in his right shoulder was no longer so severe.
So, when Xiong Jiandong opened his clothes to check the injury, he saw a large patch of ointment on his shoulder. It was just as Miao Xin said before, this secret wound healing product was the best and extremely effective.
Miao Xin must have sent him to his room to lie down at night, and immediately found him and applied it to the injured area.
It's just that I was in a drunken stupor at the time, so I can't remember it at all now.
Unexpectedly, the drinking session she had at Lao Aman's house yesterday consisted of several drinks without restraint, which made Miao Xin condescend to undress him and heal his wounds with kindness, which caused her a lot of annoyance.
After exiting the door of the dormitory, Xiong Jiandong saw that this place was a deep and dark place in a Taoist temple, filled with big trees and winding paths leading to tunnels.
It was still dark at this time and dawn had not yet come.
Not far ahead, there was a room with light shining through.
He thought that maybe Miao Xin had already gotten up early, and the music of the guzheng just now must have come from there, and she had plucked it in the morning.
I followed the light and found no answer when I knocked on the door. Looking up, I could vaguely see "Yi'an Hall" written on the door.
He had no choice but to open the door and enter, and what he saw was a spacious room. There was an incense burner in the middle, smoke was rising, and two red candles were burning beside it. The smell of sandalwood filled the room, and it was as carefree as the fairyland of Xia Palace.
There was indeed a Yao Zheng placed by the window, but no one was seen.
Xiong Jiandong also saw a colorful portrait of the Queen Mother and an eye-catching painting of the nave hanging on the front wall.
There are nearly a hundred characters in the central hall. The calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, yet simple but not complicated. It is distant and solemn, and exudes the aura of a transcendent Buddhist Taoist temple.
When I got closer, I saw a poem written on it:
Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky, the evening wind blows the willow flute, and the sun sets outside the mountains. At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, acquaintances are half scattered. Life is rarely full of reunions, but separations are common. I want to ask you when will you leave here.
Also, don't linger when you come. A pot of turbid wine will make you happy. Don't sleep in the cold tonight.
The following is signed: In the autumn of the 24th year, Master Hongyi, Jingfeng Temple, Quanzhou, Fujian Province.
The guzheng playing that Xiong Jiandong heard just now was the accompaniment of this poem. At that moment, he thought that the painting in the middle of the hall was the original work of Master Hongyi. It was rare in the world and its price must be very precious.
He was curious for a moment, and when he was about to step forward and touch the red seal with the word "Hongyi", he suddenly heard a sharp shout from behind him, "Stop!".
The sound was so frightening that he immediately retracted his hand in fright.
Turning around, he saw an old woman holding a fly whisk, with pale hair, but eyes as bright as lightning, staring at him.
"I'm sorry, Master!" Xiong Jiandong apologized quickly, "I admire Master Hong Yi for his talent and legendary life. I was lucky enough to witness this popular song "Farewell". I thought it must have been written by Master Hong Yi himself, so I couldn't help but act impulsively.
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"Who are you, and how can you enter Kun Dao, a place of self-cultivation and righteousness of mind?" the old Taoist woman asked.
"I?"
Xiong Jiandong didn't want to bring disaster to Miao Xin, so he said casually: "I have been traveling alone in southern Xinjiang for the past two days and stayed at a Taoist temple. I just heard someone playing the "Farewell" divine song by Master Hong Yi on the guzheng. I thought the technique was superb.
It is euphemistic and charming, and my ears are attracted by the sound of beautiful music."
"You turn out to be a rare confidant!" The female veteran's face showed a slight hint of gentleness.
"Kun Dao, let me ask you a question. I just heard you talking about Master Hongyi, and your tone was very respectful. Now you might as well tell me how talented Master Hongyi is, and what kind of life legend he is?"
"Since the Taoist Master is questioning me, I actually did not lie just now. In my heart, I really regard Master Hongyi as a role model in my life." Xiong Jiandong said.
"I will just talk about his popular poem "Farewell". Although the poem describes a melancholic farewell scene, it actually expresses a beautiful relationship in the world. This shows that Master Hongyi always thinks of others, is extremely considerate, and is very open-minded.
The depth of his realm is beyond the reach of ordinary people."
"What you said is true!" The old female Taoist couldn't help but smile with joy and nodded frequently.
"In addition to the poem "Farewell", I actually also read a four-character verse written by Master Hong Yi to express his feelings through chrysanthemums, which is called: I came to plant the flowers, but the flowers have not yet bloomed. Is there no beauty left for future generations to come? Finally
I like it!”
Xiong Jiandong said again.
The female Taoist was even more overjoyed when she heard that Xiong Jiandong could utter Master Hong Yi's rarely known chrysanthemum poem. Seeing that he was young and handsome, his words were sincere and elegant, and he was respectful and courteous to her, she immediately felt good about him.
When Beisheng was born, he invited Xiong Jiandong to sit down in front of the incense burner and talk with him.
She told Xiong Jiandong a past event that she had never mentioned to anyone else except him.
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Speaking of Master Hongyi, his common name is Li Shutong. He was born in the late Qing Dynasty during the Guangxu period. His ancestors were salt merchants in Jinmen for several generations and were very rich in money. His father was a Jinshi in the fourth year of Emperor Tongzhi of the Qing Dynasty, and he was an official in charge of the Ministry of Personnel.
Li Shutong was promised a large portion of the family fortune. He was a charming young man. Although he had a lovely wife who came from a wealthy family of tea merchants in Tianjin, he also met a famous prostitute named Li Pingxiang in Shanghai at that time.
Become a confidant.
Later, Li Shutong traveled east to Fusang to study, and he also made money to take Miss Ye Zi, a girl from a wealthy Japanese family, as his concubine.
But when he was in his thirties, he suddenly became obsessed with Zen and escaped to the Buddhist Vinaya sect. From a dashing and unrestrained romantic scholar, he became a monk with mango shoes and cloth and became the eleventh founder of the Buddhist Vinaya sect.
Because this Li Shutong was not only a rich man, but also a rich man with a fortune, and a man of great power. He was also devoted to the country. He had many contacts with Sun Yat-sen's party members who were determined to overthrow the monarchy. He was one of the early members of the Chinese League, and he was also extremely talented.
Poetry, poetry, calligraphy, painting, seal cutting, music, drama, literature, education, philosophy, running newspapers, Buddhism and Taoism, and spiritual practice gathered together. It is full of legend and opened up China's splendid culture and art to the extreme, so it is called the early part of the last century.
A generation of great masters, a generation of masters, and a generation of eminent monks.
Throughout the century-old history of the modern development of Chinese culture, Master Hongyi has returned from brilliance and splendor to plainness and tranquility, and has become a pioneer in the three realms of material, ideological and spiritual life.
Jingfeng Temple, located in Hui'an, Quanzhou, Fujian, is said to be the place where Li Tieguai became an immortal and ascended to heaven. The temple is equipped with Wenchang Temple, Li Xian Temple, Guanyin Hall, and Sanbao Hall. Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism cross boundaries and are worshiped in one place.
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In his later years, Master Hongyi came to this thousand-year-old temple from Nanputuo Temple in Xiamen because of its fame. He chose a thatched hut outside the temple to live quietly and study scriptures, and was served by his disciples Guangqia and Chuanguan.
One day, after taking a morning bath, the Master went to visit Li Xian Temple. At the door, he saw a village girl wearing a bamboo hat carrying a load of chrysanthemum seedlings.
But I saw this village girl wearing a red floral scarf, covering her cheeks and chin, wearing a short and narrow slanted shirt, and wide black trousers, with a very spiritual navel exposed in the middle.
The master knew that only Hui'an girls wore such attire. It was also obvious that the village girl came to Li Xian Temple early in the morning to worship the gods, so she must be a pious person.
"Excellent, I am a poor monk with the Buddhist name Hongyi. I am going to donate some chrysanthemum seedlings to the female donor. I wonder if I can part with them?" The master asked the village girl for alms.
"It's my good fortune that I met the master. It's good fortune that we are connected because of chrysanthemum, but it doesn't matter if we take it!" The village girl happily agreed.
She saw that although the mage was weak, he was very energetic and had an extraordinary spirit, so she was sure that he would be an extraordinary monk.
When the Master heard the village girl's extraordinary words, he felt a certain fondness for her. Then he asked: "When the female donor came to this pure land early in the morning, did she seek Taoism or Buddha?"
"Disciple Xiangdao!" the village girl replied.
But she immediately sighed again and said: "Unfortunately, my parents have made the final decision, and we are already engaged. Although we are studying abroad, we have been fighting for several years, and we have met unkind people. It is destined to be a disaster. Now let's say goodbye."
I left home and lived alone in the mountains by selling chrysanthemums for a living. I learned the Tao on my own, reflected on the past, cut off bad ties, and waited until autumn to marry someone else. From now on, I would like to practice in my husband's house."