Compared with the Taixuan Temple, the Han Chan Temple in Zhong Nanshan seems to be more famous.

The Han Chan Temple is a temple, not crossing people, but governing people.

A monk is a monk, a monk with medical skills.

The evening drum and morning bell, the incense is swirling, it is generally the scene of the temple, and it is also the scene of the Han Chan Temple. It's just that there are more people here, and the incense is even more.

Incense is not to seek Buddha, but it is a kind of respect for the Buddha that people show because of the monks here, in fact, the people who come here respect the monks here more.

The evening drum and morning bell are the homework that the monks in the monastery must do, and they also chant sutras, and more often discuss some of yesterday's difficult cases.

There is no equipment here, except for some diseases that can be cured by taking medicine, the monks only treat people, not save people.

Every day, there are a lot of people here, because the scenery is excellent, and in addition to people who seek "healing", there are also tourists.

The Han Chan Temple covers an area of not much, only more than ten acres, but the architectural pattern here is extremely luxurious, from the gorgeous appearance, this should not be a temple, but like a municipal government office building.

If it weren't for the occasional bells, the eaves beasts piercing the sky, and the strong smell of incense around it, it might still be a famous tourist attraction.

When a Taoist in an off-white robe and a bun on his head appeared here, it still made people feel uncomfortable.

The sun shines on the Taoist, in the faint smoke, in the golden light, like a god!

There were tourists, pilgrims, or family members of the sick inside and outside the temple, and when they looked at this Taoist who moved freely in the flow of people, they couldn't help but feel a trace of unclear respect in their hearts.

At the same time, there was also a touch of guilt in my heart that I was not very devout to the Buddha.

Also, it is insincere to have such feelings about Taoist priests in front of monks. Even if there was no need for pure sincerity in front of the temple, it still made them feel ashamed.

There is a bell coming, faint and loud, low and heavy, alarming people's hearts, and like a clear spring, flowing into the dry land, moisturizing things silently.

Pedestrians are more ashamed, listening to the bells, as if their hearts are enlightened, looking at the Bodhisattva in the Mahavira Temple, the devotion to the Buddha is revived, even if they do not kneel, they put their hands together, and their mouths are silently reciting something.

However, the people who had been glimpsed as gods were still hard to fade out of my mind.

Worship the Buddha and enter the Tao?

Taoist monk?

What a dilemma!

The Taoist walked slowly, and the crowd automatically separated, like a pillar dividing the waves.

The crowd stood quietly on both sides, as if welcoming and encouraging, but the expression on their faces was slightly weird and a little embarrassed.

It's like being caught between two friends who are bad with each other, in a dilemma, trying to persuade but not knowing how to speak.

The bell rang again, two in succession, slightly lower, slightly crisper, and more alert.

The crowd was chaotic, each heading towards where they wanted to go, no longer looking at the Taoist who dared to come to the temple.

Mi Wuyu raised his head slightly, looked at the bell, and smiled slightly.

When I entered the backyard, I didn't see anyone coming to pick me up, so I walked to one place.

Such as looking at the mountain, such as viewing, such as tourists.

Where Mi Wuyu passed, there were no monks, no pilgrims, except for Cangsong, except for Futu.

He smiled undiminishedly, as if he was familiar with this place, and followed the path paved with large bluestone into a corridor, and beyond the corridor was a row of fasting rooms.

The fasting room then winds more than 20 meters to see the four characters of "tourists do not enter", and there is an arched door of about one meter and five below the four characters.

The door is made of all kinds of rattan circles, and judging from the color of the rattan, it must not have been very long, maybe it was yesterday, or today.

Or maybe it was just now.

The scenery on the other side of the cave door is better, there is no bleak winter, only full of greenery.

Among the greenery, there is a vermilion pavilion.

The gazebo is unmanned.

Mi Wuyu looked at the short cave door, smiled speechlessly, shook his head slightly, and sighed slightly. It's like seeing a prank little guy set up something similar to something that can "bully" people.

Bending over, striding is extremely natural, without the slightest hindrance and without a sense of loss. It's as pure as a natural place to go, and you need to lower your head to get in.

Stepping through the cave door, there was a ceiling.

The sky is full of flowers, mixed with green willow branches during the period, which is extremely dazzling.

Rice is speechless, speechless.

The visitor is a guest, I don't know if the host here is too hospitable or deliberately embarrassed, the ceiling is a wreath, red, yellow and green, and falls on the head of the speechless Mi Wuyu.

Mi Wuyu stretched out his hand and pointed forward.

The wreath on his head flew out of his head and flew towards the empty pavilion.

The wreath stopped, hanging about one and a half meters above the ground, and then, with a cold snort, a person appeared under the wreath.

It was a white-skinned monk dressed in a big red robe, with a big face, big ears and a big belly.

The monk sat on a stone bench in the pavilion, looking intently at the dog meat tumbling on the coal stove in front of him.

On the long stone bench on the other side of the pavilion, there are two round white bottles printed with the word "special offering", two pairs of bamboo chopsticks, two disposable bowls, and a few plates of vegetables and sauces.

The monk's face was not very good, his brows were furrowed, and the corners of his mouth were turned to the side, and he couldn't tell that he was in his early sixties at all, but he looked like a child who had been greatly popularized.

Mi Wuyu walked into the pavilion, picked up a bottle of wine, took a pair of chopsticks for himself, and sat on the long stone bench on the other side.

The bottle was unscrewed, the fragrance overflowed, and the monk snorted again.

Raise the bottle and drink it directly, the wine enters the throat, mellow.

Mi Wuyu took a few sips before he let out a long "ah", then picked up the bowl and chopsticks, made some sauce, picked up a piece of dog meat, dipped it in the sauce in the bowl, and then put the whole piece into his mouth.

With your eyes slightly closed, your face is comfortable!

The monk unscrewed the wine bottle, took a sip of wine, and said to the pot: "This is my territory, why are you so arrogant?"

Mi Wuyu used chopsticks to pluck the pot twice, and chose a piece of leg meat, probably because there was a little too much oil to bring up, so he knocked on the edge of the pot with the meat, and said lightly: "When you became a great magician, you built the Han Cicada Temple next to the Taixuan Temple, why are you so arrogant?"

The wine and meat monk licked the chopsticks in his mouth, stirred them in the pot, and said, "Where the monk wants to live, it's your business." If you interfere with my pilgrims again, don't blame me for demolishing your bird Taoist temple. ”

Mi Wuyu put the piece of dog meat in the bowl, sandwiched another piece, and put it in the bowl of the wine and meat monk, and asked with a very kind expression: "Can you beat me?"

The wine and meat monk snorted, picked up the piece of meat in the bowl, and stuffed it into his mouth fiercely.

The pot is still boiling, and the dog meat in the pot is hidden and hidden with the boiling soup, rising and falling.

The aroma of the wine is mellow and scattered in the wind.

The fire was still very strong, and the heat in the pavilion could not be blown away no matter how strong the wind was, and it seemed to be hovering all the time.

The pavilion is in severe winter, and the pavilion is like summer.

The wine and meat are running out, and there is not much to talk about, or nothing at all.

"You shouldn't have taken him in. After a long time, Mi Wuwen put down his chopsticks and finally said something.