Every year on August 15, it is the most vigorous day of incense in Hualin Temple, pilgrims rush like a tide, witness the grand worship ceremony of the Buddha relics held by the monks, and the monks sit on the altar to preach the Buddhist scriptures and promote the Dharma. Once a year, the scene can be said to be crowded, crowded, and unprecedented.

Hualin Temple is full of lights, and the Buddha flag is displayed. At nine o'clock in the morning, when Yuan Qiuhua arrived, the square in front of the temple hall had already been crowded and crowded. The main entrance of the main hall is set up with a canopy and a bandstand. The temple conducts some religious activities, in order to render the atmosphere, with the accompaniment of ancient musical instruments, and it is also the need for rituals, it is necessary to blow and blow. Yuan Qiuhua was invited to play the guqin song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" on stage. The opening ceremony has passed, and the front row of tables and chairs are occupied by government dignitaries and leading figures in the religious circles, and the next few rows of chairs are sitting celebrities. Lan Xinyan sat in the middle of the third row, he sat straight, his spine was against his back, his hands were on his knees, and his eyes were closed. The surrounding benches are the seats brought by the residents of the neighborhood. The pilgrims from afar could only stand and watch.

He Pengcheng carried the stool and squeezed the road in front, and Yuan Qiuhua held the guqin and followed closely. People along the way heard people pointing and muttering.

Do you see it? Lei Gong's piano, waterfalls are full of beads. This guqin, in the Tang Dynasty, was known as the first qin in the world, and in the hands of Zhao Ji in the Song Dynasty, he couldn't put it down.

Tongzi is combined into a piano, and there is an ancient sound. In the Northern Song Dynasty, Zhao Ji of Huizong of the Song Dynasty set up "Wanqin Hall" in Xuanhe's inner mansion to collect the world's guqin gods. Lei Wei's Emeishan pine "Spring Thunder" piano is the second product. His grandson, Lei Xiao's "Waterfall Beads", jumped to the first place.

Tencel ice strings, heavenly veins are absolutely sounding. Strings, lyre, play the sound of the sky, Tencel ice strings, and make great contributions. I've heard that strings are more expensive than pianos.

Lan Xinyan said: Now there is a saying that in the famous Song painting "Listening to the Qin", the square piper played by Zhao Ji is not a spring thunder, but a waterfall.

This piano is easy to exceed 100 million!

After the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty, the waterfalls, the sound of spring thunder, and countless other national treasures, including acupuncture bronze figures, were all brought to Yanjing. After Jin Zhangzong's death, the sound of spring thunder accompanied the burial. The waterfall is gone. Eighteen years later, the sound of spring thunder came back to the world again, first in the Ming Palace, and then lost again. When he arrived in the Republic of China, the sound of spring thunder was bought by Zhang Daqian and taken overseas.

The sound of spring thunder, the whereabouts are unknown, but the waterfalls are mysterious. No matter which one is asked, Yuan Qiuhua denied it, it is not a waterfall, it is just a guqin, it is not mine, it is just borrowed to practice music, it will not be sold, there is no need to identify the authenticity, just use it, and there is nothing to comment on if you ask again.

The stool, with its coffee-colored pulp, is exquisite. Carved with clouds, birds and patterns, commonly known as auspicious clouds, sparrows. Although the materials are thick, they are very simple and simple. At first glance, the stool is ordinary, uneyed, somewhat black, almost one meter and two meters high, no more than one foot wide, and no more than one foot three long. The stool material, not to mention the expensive for the time being, its four legs are very delicate, only two centimeters wide, and the bottom of the legs is still pointed. The four legs hang straight down, one foot from the tabletop, and are supported by four fixed bars. Yuan Qiuhua knew in his heart that it was a qin cheng, or white paulownia wood, in the listening to the qin of Zhao Ji of Song Huizong, there was this stool, and the waterfall was placed on it, played by Zhao Ji, the Song Dynasty was not called the piano table, it was the piano cheng, not the stool.

Chinese talk about fate, logically speaking, fate is difficult to explain clearly, but many things can indeed only be explained by the word "fate". The encounter between the antique and the owner seems to be in the dark, and the gains and losses have long been doomed. In this case, for those who are well-informed, I am fortunate to have double the joy of gaining, and I might as well laugh if I lose my life. Moreover, fundamentally speaking, cultural relics are also the common wealth of the whole nation and the whole society, appreciate more, possess less, after death, there is no place to store the bones, and the greed to possess the treasure is also in vain.

A faint unknown fragrance diffused throughout the audience. The taste is peculiar and fragrant, like honey, more like flowers, ethereal and mysterious, elegant and noble. As soon as Yuan Qiuhua smelled the smell, he knew that this was authentic old sandalwood. Directly east of the bandstand, there is a yellow piano table, the style is simple and dignified, solemn and magnificent, a look at the grimace pattern of the piano table, you know that it is Huanghuali. The dark golden Yongzheng imitation Xuande furnace, insignificant, like cooking smoke drifting, quietly overflowing, refreshing people's hearts, so that the mood can't help but calm down.

He Pengcheng took the stage and placed the piano. He did not get off the stage, turned around and walked to the piano table, sat cross-legged on the ground, opened his backpack, and took out three utensils: a gilded green steel incense burner, a five-color glazed urn bottle, and a blue and white incense box. He picked up an authentic old agarwood from the incense box, lit it, and inserted it into the incense burner. He folded his hands and sat quietly in front of the incense, meditating. Light a stick of incense, a wisp of fragrant fragrance, soothe the troubles of the world.

The ancients stroked the qin, belonging to the high-end atmosphere, the high-grade elegant things, not only to bathe first, choose in the quiet room, or the valley thatched hall, or the stream forest provocation, but also prepare the furnace, bottle, incense three things, that is, the necessary things for burning incense. When burning incense, the incense box is used to store spices, the chopsticks are copper bottles for holding utensils such as fire chopsticks and shovels, and the incense burner is a vessel for burning incense. To meet friends with the piano, these three things, one cannot be missing.

Master of Ceremonies: Next, please enjoy the guqin solo "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night". Everyone applauded, and invited Yuan Jushi to perform on stage.

Yuan Qiuhua hugged the qin on stage, stepped forward slowly, came to the side of Qin Cheng, faced the people present, bowed his head lightly, and saluted with a smile. Yuan Qiuhua was wearing a lotus pink tunic cheongsam, with a bun on his head, and a peony made of coral and jade, the stamen was inlaid with sapphires, and each petal of the peony was made of coral, and when it was shaken, it looked like a real flower. The leaves are carved from the finest jadeite, and all the stamens, petals and leaves are tied up with very fine pure gold threads, which has both the beauty of flower painting and the ancient style, showing the grace and luxury.

Her face is quiet, her willow eyebrows are curved, her eyes are as clear as water, her skin is as white as frost and snow, with a little pink, her plump lips, and she is gently panting, like rose petals. She is calm, calm, indifferent, calm, she is refreshing and elegant, youthful and mellow, high-spirited, her movements are soothing, and her gestures are full of style.

Yuan Qiuhua faded the piano bag, the piano pendulum was connected, sat down in front of the piano, closed his eyes, took a light breath, meditated, and slowly lifted his ten fingers, tender as jade, soft as boneless, and then opened his eyes, slender fingers, gently pressed the strings, and prepared to start modulating the piano tone.

Suddenly, a young man in white arrived in a hurry, jumped up, pressed the edge of the stage with his hand, and landed steadily in front of the piano. The body is slender, the clothes are flowing, so wild and energetic, and the movements are agile and free. He looks like he is in his twenties, with an oval face, clear eyebrows, handsome and elegant, a high nose bridge, double eyelids, thin lips, a fleshy chin, and thick earlobes. Dressed in plain white Hanfu, with a calm complexion, Yushu is in the wind, with an extraordinary bearing, wearing a pair of gold-wire glasses, and looking polite.

This person is Xiao Lizi.

In an instant, Yuan Qiuhua's eyes were red, his eyes showed a little surprise, his hands were tightly covering his mouth, his round little face was flushed, his ears were red, and the blush continued to spread down his neck. The delicate and lovely Jiangnan woman, the whole person is trembling gently, the eyes are clear and pure like lake water, bottomless, indescribable surprise, and indescribable deep longing, deep tenderness!

Xiao Lizi whispered softly: I, there is a tiger in my heart, but I am here, sniffing, that rose.

Yuan Qiuhua's cheeks flushed with two clusters, and she looked even more delicate: Vote for me with papaya, and repay it with Qiong Yao.

There was a hint of resentment in her words, a little coquettish, sassy, blushing, and even more coquettish.

Xiao Lizi's eyes moved, revealing a touch of aura, his waist bent, and his right hand copied the piano into his hand. With a shock of his right hand, a series of waterfalls rose into the air and tumbled in the air. The left hand probed, the right hand stretched out like lightning, picked up the strings, five fingers, held the seven Tencel ice strings, tightened the hand, and pulled to the right. It's tuning!

The strings of the Tencel jumped out with a sound of zither steel, and "Zheng Zheng ......" shook the audience. Between the Jin Ge Iron Horse, endless madness tore through the sky. The sound of the piano is high-pitched into the clouds, cracking the sky, and the vast desert emerges in front of you, with thousands of horses galloping, passionate and tragic, and the world is moved.

The sound was together, and the audience was silent.

Xiao Lizi flipped his hands, and the waterfall fell lightly. His hands were open, and his fingers spread out at once, and they should be above the strings. A string of notes rose into the air and swept the audience. The sound of the piano pierced through the golden clouds, tearing the liver and intestines, and the sound waves of the piano penetrated the wall, quickly sweeping away in all directions like the tide of Qiantang and the inversion of the galaxy. The heavy killing of rosemary is endless, and the sound of Jin Ge Iron Horse killing is shocking. In front of me, the yellow sand is swinging, the sandstorm rises suddenly, and the endless pressure like a mountain collapses like Mount Tai and falls wildly.

The voice was strong and powerful, but infinitely desolate, and the strength was fierce, and countless people at the scene trembled!

Lan Xinyan was sitting in the back row, still holding a cigarette in his hand, and he was still grinning when he saw Xiao Lizi looking up at him.

Xiao Lizi's right hand five fingers are scattered, and the five fingers of his left hand are backhanded, "Qiang Qiang Qiang Qiang-" At the beginning of the four trebles, an endless tsunami rose out of thin air, and everywhere it went, it was devastating and indestructible.

The heartbeat of everyone at the scene suddenly accelerated, and their blood was pumping.

Lan Xinyan suddenly changed color, his eyes were red, and he stood up and shouted: Guangling San!

Xiao Lizi looks like a humble gentleman, a gentleman with a beautiful face like jade, a beautiful son, smiling, sunny, no shelf, always smiling, folding his hands, and bowing down humbly. But he auditioned and tuned the piano, but he used a passionate, violent, and high-pitched Guanglingsan. The human heart is complex, complex, and deep, how humble it is on the outside, how uninhibited it is on the inside, and how gentle it is on the outside, how hard it is on the inside.

After the tuning was over, Xiao Lizi made a "please" gesture to Yuan Qiuhua. He walked to the piano table, waved He Pengcheng, and signaled to "give way". Xiao Lizi arrived, just like a needle of the sea god, and the audience was determined.

He Pengcheng jumped off the stage and stood beside Lan Xinyan.

Lan Xinyan hugged his hands on his chest, looked at his nose and nose, looked at his heart, and looked serious, looking like an old monk.

Yuan Qiuhua's expression was calm, and his ten fingers, which were as white as jade, were lightly put on the strings. Three seconds later, the bell ...... The sound of a gust of rain hitting the plantain slowly flowed out from her ten fingers, melodious and fluttering, filling the audience.

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together." Looking up at the sky, the stars are dotted, the smoke is lightly dyed, and the night is hazy. The river is mighty, the moon is cool, the pine waves are undulating, poignant and desolate. Everything turned into a bright moon, into a breeze, like a puff of smoke, diffuse and rising, like a dream. "The river and the sky are free of fiber dust, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky." The moon is in the sky, and the lake is like a mirror. The moon is cloudy and sunny, and the water is deep and shallow. The moon in the water is like a flower in a mirror. The water does not move and the moon moves, the water moves the moon and the moon also moves, and the moon moves and the water does not move. The moon in the water is better than the flower in the mirror, full of dynamic beauty, full of romance, full of reality, and full of philosophy, which is indeed the supreme beauty. Life has a pair of peerless bright eyes, the eyes are in the heart, the heart is in the full moon, and the full moon is in the rushing spring, in the quiet mountains and forests, and in the cold autumn. "Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year." Or the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, or the clouds and mist and green mountains, even if it is thousands of miles away, it cannot stop the river tide rushing, the sun and the moon are like songs, the truth is fragrant, the love is melodious, the world is romantic, the flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year.

The love is sincere, gripping, and full of strong artistic appeal. Everyone at the scene was attracted by the sound of the piano, deeply intoxicated by the beautiful sound of the piano, everyone held their breath, listened quietly, and completely immersed in it.

*, solemn, peaceful, quiet, and that kind of detachment and vigorous, fraternity and holiness, the joys and sorrows of the world's wind and rain, * anger purified, the impermanence of the world, the cold and melancholy, sublimated, can not only linger, but also flying, as well as swaying smoothly, become detached and open-minded, light as a breeze, light as flowing water. Finally, everything was washed away from the mortal dust, and it reached the realm of not being frightened, forgetting things and me, and being natural. It makes people only feel that the wind is harmonious, and there is no desire. In the end, he reached the realm of peace of mind and vision.

Lan Xinyan's face was sad, melancholy, and sad. After a while, I actually cried. He cried very sadly, not loudly, but with a lot of tears, and a desolate wail in his throat.

He Pengcheng muttered a little in his heart, he really couldn't see that such a big man was crying like a little girl.

The acquaintances in the audience later said to Yuan Qiuhua that that was what I saw, the most helpless side of Lan Shao.

After crying, Lan Shao's face was cold, he took out his mobile phone, and complacently showed off: My girlfriend, who sends me messages and calls me every day, is really annoyed to death, and he can't get rid of it.

He Pengcheng said: Men don't think it's glorious to have a lot of spare tires, because only broken cars need spare tires. Women should also not feel proud of the fact that there are many suitors, because only cheap goods are coaxed!

Lan Xinyan said: Do you still have to spend money? It's easy to do, but it's not good to hear! Can't a dignified calligrapher and painter rely on his personal charm to attract female students who are ten years younger to take the initiative to dedicate themselves?

He Pengcheng said: You want to play, let you play enough. If the sky is broken, naturally no one will make up for it.

Lan Xinyan called his girlfriend: I really wanted to marry you, but helplessly, you can't wait. If you can stay chaste without temptation, I will marry you. But if you didn't keep yourself, then it's no wonder to me.

He Pengcheng huffed and left.

Lan Xinyan deliberately said vulgar and even obscene, very vulgar, too unkind, tantamount to blasphemy.

Yuan Qiuhua is sassy and cold, soft as water, and solid as a rock, showing his unique temperament, his eyes are infinitely charming, and there is some sadness, which makes people excited. The best thing to look at is her face, although her eyes are downcast, her lips are closed, and her eyes are shining. Her upright shoulders, gently swaying arms, in addition to elegance, there is also a kind of strength, a taste, as if to say, I can be quiet and gentle, I can also be in awe and humble, but I know who I am, I have always known. This is a sensitive, rich, dreamy, inquisitive woman, and every man who passes through her life may be able to change the trajectory of her life, but not the character of her life.

When the last note disappeared into the air, everyone couldn't help but applaud. One is for Yuan Qiuhua's exquisite piano skills, and the other is for the famous piano with waterfalls. The most important thing is the seven Tencel ice strings. The timbre of the piano played by the Tencel strings is extremely heavy, and the sound is loose and long-lasting. The moonlit night of the Spring River played by the strings of the Tencel Piano, which has been extinct for many years, pierces people's hearts, makes people feel agitated, and cannot be forgotten for a long time.

At the curtain call, Yuan Qiuhua bowed to the audience and curtsy. She is smiling, especially her smart eyes, charming and enchanting, upright and elegant, gentle and noble, elegant posture, and very standard movements.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the bells and drums in front of the gate of Hualin Temple rang in unison, the treasure cover was shining, and the banners were scattered. In front of the attendants holding incense burners, dust, ruyi and other dharma objects and the two orders of the public, the abbot archmage slowly ascended the stage, ascended to the seat, opened the agarwood box, and displayed the Buddha's relics.

At this time, pilgrims and lay people recite Buddhist scriptures aloud with high monks. Thousands of people, even nearly 10,000 people sang the scene, magnificent, the sound of chanting with a clear rhythm of modulation and frustration, echoed in the temple, pleasant to the ear and pleasing to the heart, like a majestic song, awe-inspiring, reverberating.

After the ceremony, the sutras are preached. Pilgrims and lay people ask for advice, preside over the Grand Master, and the temple is full of people, answer their questions, and solve their doubts.

The host once sent to Wuhan Guiyuan Temple to receive full ordination, and Yuan Qiuhua attended morning and evening classes, chanting scriptures, meditating, and meditating. After many monks practiced in Guiyuan Temple, they gradually became famous monks. The host is invited, of course she wants to come to support the façade.

Xiao Lizi felt the powerful aura she exuded from the inside out, washed away the lead, quiet and elegant, quiet and clear, with a kind of self-confidence, mature and open-minded beauty. He said: It is a kind of luck that I know you, and if you know me, why not a kind of luck?

Yuan Qiuhua said: You can look at people squarely, and people will look at you squarely.

Xiao Lizi said: It is your blessing that people treat you as an ordinary person. You see others as people like you, and that's your maturity.

Yuan Qiuhua has lost a lot of weight than before. The delicate and delicate body, as if a gust of wind can blow it down, has a faint sadness on the slightly bleak face, a faint sadness in the smile, and a trace of trilling in the voice. She said: I'm angry with me. You're going to put a shackle on me.

The host said: The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise.

After speaking, he laughed heartily, laughing like Maitreya Buddha, his voice was loud, as penetrating as a bell, full of energy.

Xiao Lizi said: Be quiet when you should be quiet, and behave when you should behave. Use the inner tranquility to reflect your calmness in the face of complex personnel. Such a person sometimes looks like a city government and looks quite scheming. However, such a person is often also a person who can achieve great things.

The host said: Only when the heart is pure can we be at ease, and if we can't think about it, we can say that it is pure, and if there is nothing on the spiritual platform, it is pure. The Tao only seeks quietness, quiet, then all sounds are silent, quiet, the heart is like a mirror, quiet, then sit like a giant clock, stand like a strong pine. If you are quiet, you will see colorless, and your ears will be silent, and if you are quiet, everything will be peaceful and ethereal, and if you are quiet, you will be the same.

Yuan Qiuhua said: My heart is pure and there is no trouble. Sensei fooled me into becoming a monk. As long as you have a Buddha in your heart, why should you care about the form?

Xiao Lizi said: The heart is noble, not by luck, by physical strength, by mind, with brain power, by sincerity. The old men have gone through countless ups and downs, even if the situation changes, after all, they will not leave their roots, the most important thing is not fame and fortune, they cherish their feathers, so they pay special attention to the peace of mind of the situation and the peace of mind of cooperation.

The presiding officer said, "The Dharma is called, always happy and pure." Always permanent, happy is happy, I am free, pure is pure and pure. Taken together, these four words are eternal happiness, eternal freedom, and eternal purity.

Yuan Qiuhua said: Antiques can be seen at a glance! The old ones have a precious light, which is soft and steady, and the new ones have a thief's light, full of fire.

The host said: Morality is the guide of people's hearts to good, and Buddhism is the stop of people's hearts and evil. In the presence of the Bodhisattva, everyone is guilty, and all the mistakes you have committed in the world can be repented of.