Chapter 643: The Zen machine is very deep

After there were more people, Xu Fan didn't continue to take pictures, and after packing up the tent, he carried a big bag on his back and came over to say hello to Chu Qiankun and them.

Then, with his two female companions, he strolled down the mountain and set off for their next destination, with countless peaks to climb day and night.

Chu Qiankun estimated that after experiencing the route around the mountains and lakes, Xu Fan lost weight for a lap.

Xu Ziming is grateful to Xu Fan, so he also silently blessed him in his heart: Big brother, take care!

The sun rises higher and higher, and the color slowly changes from orange to golden white, and the volume is also getting smaller in everyone's sight.

However, the temperature was rising rapidly, and soon there was a burning sensation.

Chu Qiankun's sun meal is also over, and the big stone flat without shade is no longer so easy to treat.

Pack your things and get ready to go down the hill.

When he came up, Chu Qiankun's big backpack was full, bulging, and heavy, but at this time, it was visibly shriveled.

The backpack was still on Chu Qiankun's shoulders, and Junzi himself also had a bag, although it was relatively small, but the things in it were very important, and he could only carry it.

Xu Ziming pretended to want to help with the back, but Chu Qiankun also refused, giving him a more important task.

The mission is very environmentally friendly, and when they were eating just now, he had to carry a plastic bag of garbage down the hill and throw it at the garbage collection point in the small parking lot.

Not leaving the garbage in the trash can at the top of the hill is also doing what they can to reduce the burden on the cleaners.

When I returned to the parking lot, I happened to see two young people, stretching out their hands to block the light, lying on the window of the RV, looking vigorously.

Xu Ziming's first reaction was to mistake them for thieves and shouted: "What are you doing!"

Chu Qiankun patted him on the shoulder, telling him to calm down for a while, and he looked at it fresh.

Everyone has curiosity!

opened the car door and said to the two young people: "If you want to see it, come up and take a look!"

However!

People are so strange, when he is not allowed to see it, he may desperately try his best to see it.

really let him read it generously, but he lost interest, or because he was embarrassed by his previous behavior, he didn't watch it.

So, under Xu Ziming's staring eyes, the two didn't say a word, didn't turn their heads, and left stupidly.

"Kunzi, how can you be sure that they are not thieves?"

Xu Ziming kept staring at the backs of the two until he couldn't see them.

It's not that he's maliciously guessing, it's their behavior, which is too suspicious.

"I don't know if they are thieves or not, but I know one thing, if they were thieves, the army would have reacted a long time ago, can you wait until you speak?" Chu Qiankun said lightly.

Junzi wore a pair of sunglasses, his face was expressionless, and he followed behind the two girls coolly.

For the two young people who left, there was no feeling at all.

"Brother Junzi, how do you judge?" Xu Ziming ran to Junzi's side and continued to ask.

It's itching!

"They are tourists, and how to judge them is very complicated, dressing up, belongings, and ......postures," Junzi said briefly.

Chu Qiankun threw his backpack into the car, carried only his wallet and mobile phone, went into battle easily, got out of the car again, and saw that Xu Ziming was still asking questions around Junzi.

Some judgments rely on experience, and it is impossible to understand one or two sentences, so he shouted at him: "Do you still want to burn incense, are you going to take the garbage in your hand to pay tribute?"

Xu Ziming suddenly woke up and ran wildly to the garbage room in a corner.

Watching the sunrise from the top of the mountain is not their only purpose today, passing through this parking lot, on the other side of the mountain, there is a historic Honey Mountain Zen Temple.

The Zen Monastery was founded during the Northern Song Dynasty, with a history of nearly 1,000 years, and is known as the first Zen Monastery in Sanchu.

There is a folk legend that the mountains and rivers have spirits and Buddhas, and they are extremely effective, so the incense is prosperous, and good men and women gather.

The layout of the temple is almost the same, Chu Qiankun donated incense money, invited the longest incense candles, and worshiped the Buddha all the way.

When he had a car accident a few years ago, the first time he came to his senses, he wanted to come here to say goodbye.

He doesn't have superstitions, but he believes in cause and effect.

In his previous life, he had been here once and had made countless wishes in front of the Bodhisattva, and in the case of rebirth without solution, he could only understand that it was the one-time fulfillment of the Bodhisattva's many wishes for him.

And the car accident coma, luckily not dying, is also understood by him as a warning from the gods and Buddhas, warning him to come and repay his vows.

The reason why it has to be delayed to this time, instead of coming to repay the vows during the New Year, is because of the time node.

Two lifetimes, cause and effect across time and space.

All the way to the pious, all the big halls and small temples, big Buddhas and small Bodhisattvas, all of them paid homage.

Under the leadership of Chu Qiankun, a group of people came to the west side of the temple, there is a clear spring here, called Honey Mountain Spring, the water quality is sweet, the four seasons are inexhaustible, known as the first spring in the southeast.

At the outlet of the spring, there is a long queue, come to the Mishan Zen Temple, you must taste this clear spring.

Some tourists who have done their homework even carry empty kettles to fill water.

Come prepared, such as Chu Qiankun.

"Kunzi, what are you doing with such a big bucket of water?

A 10-liter plastic pot is not light.

"Tea, such a good spring water is definitely a good product for making tea. It is very different from ordinary water-brewed tea. ”

Chu Qiankun said as a matter of course.

"Chu Qiankun, is this the source of the story of the three monks?"

After the two girls saw the introduction of Mishanquan, they ran over to ask Chu Qiankun.

"That's right, the story of a monk carrying water to eat, two monks carrying water to eat, and three monks having no water to eat, happened in the Mishan Zen Temple, and this water refers to this Mishan Spring. Chu Qiankun nodded affirmatively.

The story of the three monks who had no water to eat is a household name, and they grew up listening to this story.

However, few people know where this story originated, even the locals of Shanshui County, who don't know much.

I have to say that it is a pity that such a good publicity target has been ignored by the tourism promotion department for so long.

"Ah, no, then the two of us didn't do it just now, and the two monks carried water and ate it. Looking at the big kettle on the ground, Xu Ziming said with emotion.

It was also the first time he knew that this was the birthplace of the story.

"You can't be a monk, at most you are a lay disciple. Chu Qiankun teased, then pointed to a stone path behind him and said, "If you go all the way from this path, you can see the sitting tombs of the three monks. ”

"How do you know so well, you've been to Mishan before?" asked Ouyang Duxue curiously.

Chu Qiankun knows everything about Mishan.

"I've been here, I'm here today to make a vow. Chu Qiankun nodded and admitted, and silently added in his heart: Last life.

"Go, in Mishan, you can't go back, otherwise the previous wish will not work. ”

Chu Qiankun and Xu Ziming walked in front with the kettle, Ouyang Duxue and Wang Xinyan walked in the middle, and Junzi was behind.

Sincerity is spirituality!

Regardless of whether you really believe in Buddhism or fake Buddhism in your heart, you will acquiesce to similar rules in your actions.

After walking for about 300 meters, three bone towers appeared in front of them, surrounded by three Bodhi trees.

In terms of climate and geographical environment, Mishan, and even the entire Zhejiang Province, is not suitable for the growth of Bodhi trees.

But it is so magical and mysterious, in the bone pagoda of the three monks, there are three Bodhi trees.

According to legend, it was naturally grown after the three monks sat down.

Generations of monks at the Mishan Monastery have tried to cultivate Bodhi trees in other parts of the island, but they have all failed.

Regardless of the truth or falsity of this legend, in the entire Mishan Island, only these three Bodhi trees are facts, and even if they are nearby, there is not a single small seedling.

With the addition of countless mysteries.

No one knows if this is the power of nature or the power of Buddhism.

After a silent visit, I continued to walk forward, and a small square resembling a market appeared.

Souvenirs, earthen crafts, large and small, there are more than a dozen stalls.

Tourists in twos and threes, gathered in front of the stalls, whispering softly.

Buddhism, how dare you make a loud noise.

Free to find what you like and are interested in.

Chu Qiankun's first target was locked on a booth where the sign was unsigned, and there happened to be no one.

"Amitabha!"

Before he got closer, the monk who was sitting upright with his eyes closed sensed Chu Qiankun's arrival.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the voice was like a morning bell and a dusk drum, striking on Chu Qiankun's mind, and his heart immediately became clear.

"Master's Dao method is so profound!"

Chu Qiankun himself didn't know how he could say such a sentence.

Because at this moment, he couldn't even tell the age of this monk.

In a trance, there seemed to be three monks, old, middle and young, overlapping together.

"Amitabha! The donor is falsely praised, I don't know if the donor is asking for wealth and career, or marriage and marriage?" the monk continued.

Ordinary people come to his booth to unsign, either for money or for people.

"Master, I don't ask for any of the above, I want to solve the puzzle, I don't know if you can solve it?"

In front of the stall, there was a rather old Taishi chair that was not abrupt at all, and under the gesture of the monk, Chu Qiankun sat on it.

Stretched out his hand and touched it gently, if it is really huanghuali wood, and this history is not short, it is estimated that it can be worth a lot of money.

It's put here so grandly, in the wind and sun, aren't you afraid of being remembered?

"Oh!"

The monk uttered a tone word for the first time, and a pair of sleepy-eyed eyes suddenly opened, and his cloudy eyes stared at Chu Qiankun curiously.

Then there was another "huh", his brows began to wrinkle, staring at Chu Qiankun's eyes, and slowly began to reveal clarity.

The fingers on his hand kept moving, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he was talking to himself.

After a long time!

Chu Qiankun didn't say what confusion he was solving, and the monk didn't ask what confusion he was solving, pointing to the bamboo stick bucket on the side and asking Chu Qiankun to draw a lot.

After the "bang, bang, bang", a bamboo stick fell on the table.

Chu Qiankun put down the bamboo tube, picked it up casually and read softly: "The smoke is deep and the mirror is half floating." Smoke deep mirror, semi-floating?"

Indissoluble!

Handing over the bamboo sticks to the monk and letting him solve his doubts, Chu Qiankun looked at him expectantly.

The monk only read it softly, and did not explain it immediately.

Instead, he pointed to Chu Qiankun's left hand and said, "Please donor." ”

Whether it's a mystery or a real discovery, Chu Qiankun cooperates.

He wanted to see this, a monk who was somewhat mysterious in his eyes, and what he would say in the end.

After reading the palm of his hand, the monk still did not unsign, and continued to ask Chu Qiankun: "I don't know the donor's surname, how to call it?"

"The surname is Chu Qiankun!" Chu Qiankun responded with a smile.

The monk's eyebrows were dancing, and he took out a piece of rice paper from under the table, as well as a brush shelf and inkstone.

"Please write your name down. The monk touched his chin, obviously he didn't have a beard, but he felt the feeling of a long beard: "Write twice, don't pause in between." ”

It's getting more and more interesting, this Zen machine is very deep!

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