Chapter 472: Little Temple, Old Monk

Some people go west to Chang'an, some people go south to the magic capital, and some people go north to the god capital, all of them are running around for what they want, but the final result is unknown. The former is Qin Sheng, and the latter two are also because of Qin Sheng, but they are not Qin Sheng's friends.

Compared with the small fights against Qin Sheng, the storm against Qin Chang'an and the Qin family was still brewing, when everyone thought that this storm would be similar to the past, and in the end there would be thunder and rain, and then there would be rain and rainbows, but some people were already worried.

Wutai Mountain, Shanxi, four famous mountains of Buddhism, five peaks tower, high above the cloud surface, there is no forest on the top of the mountain, there is a platform like the soil, so it is called Wutai. Wutai Mountain is also the only Buddhist dojo in China where the green temple and the yellow temple coexist, and now there are 47 temples, most of which are erected temples, that is, royal temples, and many emperors have come to worship in the past dynasties. There are also many legends about Wutai Mountain, such as the Shunzhi master, who saw through the red dust and let go of the country, and finally became a monk in Wutai Mountain.

Nanchan Temple is one of the oldest temples in Wutai Mountain, the temple sits north to south, the initial construction age has been unknown, rebuilt in the Tang Dezong era, later destroyed only the big Buddha hall is left for the Tang Dynasty, the others are mostly built by the Ming and Qing dynasties. Tang Wuzong Huichang destroyed the Buddha, only Nanchan Temple escaped this catastrophe, fortunately survived in Wutai Mountain, so it became the oldest existing wooden building.

Nanchan Temple is not big, just a few buildings, the structure of the courtyard, the most famous is the Tang Dynasty of those Buddha statues, except for the Mogao Grottoes, this is the earliest existing Buddha statues in the country, but unfortunately it was stolen once 20 years ago, so that the temple suffered heavy losses.

Although Nanchan Temple is in Wutai County, it is not in the Wutai Mountain Scenic Area, but in a small village dozens of kilometers away from the straight-line distance, far away from the bustling and prosperous Wutai Mountain, and is alone in this secluded place, so there are not many tourists, and the incense is not prosperous, and there are only a few monks in the temple.

There is an old monk who is over the age of six, came to Nanchan Temple more than 20 years ago, and has never left Wutai County half a step, he is now the older monk in the temple, but he doesn't care about anything, just sweeps the floor every day and wipes the Buddha statue inscription, etc., sometimes chats with not many tourists, most of the time is meditating and chanting.

At noon on this day, after the old monk was busy with everything, he stayed alone on the steps in front of the main hall, and the other monks in the temple were accustomed to the old monk's style of doing things. There were a lot of weeds in the yard, and the old monk didn't let them be cleaned up, saying that they would get rid of them when the green turned yellow, and everyone would let him go.

There are not many pilgrims, most of them are tourists who come to visit, but the nearby villagers are more respectful to them, often send some things over, plus the only incense money, life can be passable, of course, compared to those temples in the Wutai Mountain Scenic Area, they are really poor. However, those who can choose to become a monk here instead of going to the lively Wutai Mountain Scenic Area also have their own ideas.

Twenty years ago in the courtyard of the second disaster, the old monk happened to go to Xiantong Temple to find a monk to discuss, only to know that something happened after coming back, the old monk who was still very young stayed in the temple for five or six years, and was a little angry for the first time. Later, the thieves were brought to justice, and many cultural relics were recovered, and everyone said that they were revenge, but only the old monk knew what was going on.

Although the scenery of Nanchan Temple is not as beautiful as Wutai Mountain, for the old monk, the blue sky above his head is already the most beautiful scenery, and he is already content with these ancient wooden buildings. In addition, he often goes to the temple on the side of Wutai Mountain, visits the monks and discusses the Tao, sometimes he can live for one to half a month, and no matter how good the scenery is, he has long been tired of seeing it.

Today I don't know why, there is not a single pilgrim, there are already a few little monks muttering again, it seems that this month's food is going to decline again, the most important thing is that Nanchan Temple does not charge admission fees, so some little monks are planning to go to the temple on the side of Wutai Mountain, obviously more comfortable than here.

Just after noon, a woman in gray plain clothes walked into Nanchan Temple, the sun outside was a little dazzling, so the woman was wearing sunglasses, and the maintenance was very good, so I couldn't see the specific appearance. However, it can be seen from the woman's temperament that she comes from a wealthy family, and to put it bluntly, temperament is either raised with money or edified by culture, and you can't get too much tacky in the market, and then it gradually comes out.

Seeing that a pilgrim finally came in, and it was a pilgrim who seemed to be rich, several little monks were inevitably a little excited, and they were sure that they would give more money to the young man as soon as they were in a good mood, after all, there were many pilgrims who were rich and willing to spend money. Of course, the old monk knew what the little monks thought, but he just didn't bother to pay attention to it.

The two little monks took the initiative to approach, bowed slightly, and said, "Amitabha"

The woman did not enter the main hall where the Buddha statue was surrounded by an iron fence, but went straight to the old monk who was sitting in the courtyard basking in the sun, which made the two young monks a little disappointed.

After the woman approached, she took off her sunglasses, about forty or fifty years old middle-aged woman, even if she was well maintained, the years still left traces on her face, not to mention that the eyes that had experienced vicissitudes could not hide anything.

"It's been more than 20 years, we finally met again" Before the woman could speak, the beard and eyebrows were white, and the old monk with wrinkles on his face was the first to open his eyes and speak, compared to the woman's delicate and smooth skin, the old monk's skin was dark and rough, similar to the old people in the nearby village, but his legs and feet were still relatively flexible, and he did not have any root causes.

The woman's eyes were full of disdain, and she sneered, "Then do I want to say that I haven't seen you for a long time?" Qin Changxing, I really didn't expect it, you have been shrinking in this broken temple for more than twenty years, you are more ruthless than I imagined."

Qin Changxing, the old monk was a little distracted when he heard this name, he hadn't heard this name for a long time, and even when his own brother came last time, he didn't call this name.

"The world has been on the mountain for more than ten years, but Erer" the old monk muttered to himself, and the two little monks next to him realized that the female benefactor who seemed to be still charming turned out to be a friend of the old monk.

The middle-aged woman was seriously full of hatred and cynicism, I really didn't know what deep hatred she had with the old monk, she continued to be bitter and mean, "Qin Changxing, it's been more than 20 years, you haven't been enough of this shrunken turtle?"

"If the monk is a shrunken-headed turtle, then this Wutai Mountain is full of shrunken-headed turtles, which is also quite fun," the old monk quipped with a smile on his face and not angry at all.

The middle-aged woman smiled harshly, "Others are monks who see through the red dust, and your monks are escapists, you really don't even have one-tenth of your younger brother."

"Why haven't I seen through the red dust?" said the old monk disapprovingly.

The middle-aged woman snorted coldly, "Don't see through the red dust, you know better than anyone else, don't forget what the old man said about you back then, I'm afraid it's a magic obstacle that you can't avoid in your life." More than 20 years ago, how beautiful you Qin Changxing were, didn't you just encounter a little setback? What did Qin Chang'an do, and what did you do? More than 20 years later, those people who were the same age as you back then, now which one is not a feudal official with monstrous power, even Qin Chang'an is already standing at the top of the pyramid, you look at you again, reduced to a monk with a broken temple, it is really a shame for your old Qin family, and even more embarrassing for our old Zhao family, I really don't know how I fell in love with you back then."

"An Zhi, it's been more than 20 years, and the things of the year have long since disappeared, haven't you let go of it? What's more, it's rare for us to see each other again, there's no need to talk about these trivial things, can't you talk about the old like an old friend?" The old monk didn't respond directly, but sighed and said with some loss.

The surname is Zhao, the name is Anzhi, and Anzhi Ruosu, but unfortunately it is the opposite.

The middle-aged woman named Zhao Anzhi shook her head and smiled bitterly, "Reminiscence, what is there to talk about between us, I just came to see if you were dead, I didn't expect you to recognize me"

After all, I have been a husband and wife with you for so many years, and even after a few decades, I can still recognize you. It's just that I'm already an old man over the age of six, but you look like you've just entered middle age," the old monk said lightly.

Yes, this woman named Zhao Anzhi is his former wife, after the events of that year, she left Canada, and he also escaped into the empty door, and the husband and wife have been in name only.

Zhao Anzhi was suddenly a little relieved, looked up at the cloudless sky, sighed and said, "That's it, what's the use of me arguing with you about this, it's been so many years, if you want to be a shrunken turtle, continue to be it, anyway, next time we see each other, it's just that I will send you away for a ride, if you die in front of me"

"Life and death have long been looked down on, the old man can die nameless, why can't I?" the old monk said lightly.

Zhao Anzhi laughed and said, "You are also worthy of mentioning the old man?"

"There are some things that you don't know," the old monk shook his head and said, "Don't talk about this, do you have something to do when you come back this time?"

Zhao Anzhi said casually, "I haven't been back for a few years, I just came back to see someone, at least he is the future of your Qin family."

"Who?" the old monk suddenly said a little nervously when he heard this.

Zhao Anzhi suddenly laughed and said, "Qin Changxing, Qin Changxing, it seems that your younger brother didn't tell you, which means that he also has a grudge against you in his heart, if you want to know, then ask him yourself."

"That's it, if you don't know, you don't know" The old monk wanted to know, but he felt that the answer of stubbornness was meaningless to him now, so he gave up.

Zhao Anzhi smiled playfully, turned around and walked out, the old monk hesitated for a moment, and finally shouted hard, "Anzhi, Yaya is okay?"

After Zhao Anzhi heard this, he subconsciously stopped, and then turned around with some anger and glared at the old monk and shouted, "Qin Changxing"

"No matter what, I am her father," said the old monk with some discouragement.

Zhao Anzhi Sisdili said, "She doesn't have a father like you, you don't deserve it, you don't deserve to be a son, you don't deserve to be a brother, you don't deserve to be a husband, you don't deserve to be a father, your life is a failed life, you continue to be a monk."

Several little monks not far away were frightened by Zhao Anzhi, who suddenly became popular, but they didn't expect this kind-looking female benefactor to be so irritable, and they didn't know how the old monk provoked her? Could it be that this female benefactor was the old monk's old lover? Obviously, they guessed correctly.

After shouting these last words, Zhao Anzhi's resentment that he had held back for more than 20 years was almost all vented, and then he turned around and left without hesitation, leaving only the demented old monk in the courtyard.

On this day, the old monk sat in the courtyard until the sun set and the moon was full in the west building......

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