In 2018, there was a news that read as follows: Due to the increase in the rent of Zhongnan Mountain, the hermits could not bear it, and they chose to go down the mountain to go home.

This is true, because Zhongnan Mountain is so famous, more and more people in the city go to the mountains to escape the world and relax. 、

At the beginning, it was okay, a simple farm yard, and the monthly rent was only 400 yuan. But just as tourism in Tibetan areas can cleanse the soul, seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain has also become a trend, and in less than ten years, the rent has risen from a few hundred yuan to tens of thousands.

These are false hermits!

The real hermit lives in seclusion in the depths of the Jungnam Mountain, where there are no houses to rent at all, and not even a single peasant can be seen. Such true hermits have existed since the 80s, and the number has remained between 200 and 300.

Mr. Zhou Zhengyu, a master who returned from studying in the United States, brought a large cart of supplies to Zhongnan Mountain to visit friends at this time.

It's a pity that there is no road for cars to drive far away, so Zhou Zhengyu can only spend money to hire local farmers to use cattle to carry supplies and continue to move forward. After another five or six hours of walking, the cattle could not go any further, for all that remained was steep mountain paths. Or rather, it's not called a road at all, and the weeds and bushes are peeled away, and only the trail can be faintly seen.

There are too many supplies, not enough farmers.

At this time, it was almost dark, and Zhou Zhengyu could only let two farmers return the same way with seven or eight oxen, and most of the materials were directly given away. The rest of the peasants set up tents to rest overnight, and the next day they carried supplies on their backs and continued to climb the mountain with difficulty.

"Whew!"

The mountain is too steep and the road is not clear. There is no road at all in many places, and you have to grab the branches and vines to climb up, and in less than 40 minutes, Zhou Zhengyu is already tired and out of breath.

After climbing the mountain road for six hours, it was already afternoon, and a farmer pointed ahead and said, "Boss, there is a hidden house over there!"

Zhou Zhengyu was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly quickened his pace, took a closer look, and was disappointed.

The so-called hermitage is nothing more than a thatched hut built against the mountain wall. A small clearing had been cleared of the steep hill not far from the house, and a woman in shabby clothes was growing vegetables.

"Hello!" Zhou Zhengyu greeted.

The woman was wearing an ordinary shirt and trousers, her hair was pulled up at will, her face was thin, her cheekbones were prominent, and she couldn't tell which family she was, but more like a hard-working peasant woman. She held the hoe and said, "Hello sir, are you from the family of a monk?"

The term "family" is not a real family member, but a person who provides for a reclusive monk free of charge.

Some well-to-do believers, or ordinary people who are plagued by many disasters and diseases, accidentally meet the monks in the mountains, and take the initiative to take on the daily expenses of the monks. They seldom donate money, but send some supplies regularly, not caring how much, only caring about their hearts, just sending a pair of torn pants.

Zhou Zhengyu didn't understand this, he said: "I am a friend of a monk. ”

The woman said, "If it's a friend, then the gentleman can go back, the hermit in the mountains is devoted to penance, so don't disturb the peace of that friend." ”

"I'm just here to find a friend, not to disturb his peace. Zhou Zhengyu said.

"Oh. The woman continued to wield her hoe and ignored him.

Zhou Zhengyu asked, "Do you recognize a hermit named Nie Jun?"

The woman shook her head and said, "I don't know." ”

Zhou Zhengyu asked again: "What's your name?"

The woman said, "As usual." ”

"Dao or Law?" Zhou Zhengyu asked.

"Everything. The woman said.

Zhou Zhengyu asked again: "When did you come to seclusion?"

The woman said, "More than 10 years ago. ”

Zhou Zhengyu said: "Have you ever read?"

The woman said, "Junior." ”

Zhou Zhengyu was suddenly shocked: "A college student more than ten years ago, you are very promising, why did you come to seclusion?"

The woman said, "Seek the true meaning of life." ”

Well, it's just a neurosis, Zhou Zhengyu was too lazy to say, and asked, "Where are there hermits ahead?"

The woman pointed to the mountain: "Walk for a few dozen minutes, there are two male cultivators there." ”

Zhou Zhengyu immediately continued to walk, but when he arrived at his destination, he found that these were two forty or fifty-year-old cultivators. And she was dressed in tatters more tattered than the friars, and meditated in the middle of the day, screaming for a while before opening her eyes.

In this way, Zhou Zhengyu took a few peasants to wander around the mountains for eight days, met more than 100 monks, and finally found Nie Jun who lived in seclusion in the mountains.

Nie Jun was actually wearing a T-shirt and jeans, but it was already shabby. This guy didn't meditate, but lay on a big rock, as if he was sleeping, breathing long, and the devil knew what he was doing.

"Hey, I also lit mosquito coils," Zhou Zhengyu kicked the mosquito coils next to the stone and shouted, "Nie Jun, your mother-in-law is here!"

"Don't be like this," a short-haired monk walked out of the grass house next door, and said with his hands folded, "Nie Daoyou is in the middle of his mind, don't disturb him." ”

Zhou Zhengyu smiled: "It's a fart, I think he's asleep." ”

The short-haired monk said: "Nie Daoyou is practicing sleeping skills, and his talent is amazing, and it only takes half a year to enter the state of meditation. ”

"Still meditating, is he a monk?" Zhou Zhengyu said.

The short-haired monk said: "The meditation of Buddhism is the meditation of Taoism." ”

Zhou Zhengyu was tired enough this week, and walked directly into Nie Jun's grass house, and found that there was only one bed inside, a few jars on the ground, and no other furniture. The straw mat on the bed smelled musty, and Zhou Zhengyu didn't care about it so much, so he fell asleep directly.

The peasants hired by Zhou Zhengyu also sat around the ground smoking and chatting. They had become accustomed to the monks of the mountains, and occasionally the monks went down the mountain hungry, and the local farmers would kindly provide food.

I don't know how long I slept, Zhou Zhengyu was suddenly woken up.

Nie Jun's skin was tanned now, and he stood in front of the bed and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Zhou Zhengyu said: "My buddy just came back from the United States, and I made an appointment with everyone to get together, and you are the only one left." ”

"Let's go. Nie Jun said.

"Huh?" Zhou Zhengyu didn't react.

"Didn't you tell me to go down the mountain? Nie Jun said.

Zhou Zhengyu couldn't keep up with the other party's thinking, scratched his head and said, "I thought I was going to persuade you for a long time." ”

Nie Jun looked like a master outside the world, and said with a smile: "I don't want to go down the mountain, it's useless for you to persuade me." I am willing to go down the mountain, so I don't need you to persuade me. ”

"What about these things?" Zhou Zhengyu pointed to the jars and jars in the grass house.

Nie Jun went out and said to the short-haired monk: "Brother, I still have half a jar of beans, a jar of rice and a few catties of salt in my house. You can use it yourself, or you can leave it for someone who is destined, I'm going down the mountain. ”

"I don't send it. The short-haired monk said.

That's the case with the monks of Jungnan Mountain, they don't care about their possessions, and they just leave. The altars and jars are not taken down the mountain, leaving them for the people who are destined to follow, and Nie Jun's grass house is inherited from the previous monk.

Zhou Zhengyu said to the peasants: "Everything is left for this monk, and only some dry food and mineral water are brought back." ”

Nie Jun probably hadn't shaved in months, and his hair was relatively clean, but it had turned into shawl-length hair. He walked down the hill empty-handed, suddenly turned around and said, "Lend me a few hundred dollars." ”

"Huh?" Zhou Zhengyu was stunned.

Nie Jun said: "Big brother, I just have an ID card on me, you have to give me some money to live." ”

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