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The whole temple is built by the mountain, the watchhouse stands with the undulating slope of the mountain, it is scattered, although there are only a few, small and exquisite, it does not reduce its solemnity and solemnity at all. The temple is located in a snow-capped mountain, which has been invaded by wind and snow for a long time, and the exterior walls have been mottled, and the rings of the years have left deep marks on its body. The exterior walls of the temple are made of brick and stone, with small square windows on the walls, and the entire top of the wall is painted red, and the four corners of the top are dedicated to different treasures. There is a black Buddha flag hanging at the entrance of the main hall, and the wind blows through the hunting sound. Underneath is a row of gilded prayer wheels, the frame of which has faded for a long time and is mottled with traces.

Takayama unloaded his backpack, took off his hat, took off his goggles, and kowtowed all the way to the main hall. There is only a small crimson novice in the hall, who is carefully wiping the little golden Buddha.

The hall was filled with incense mist, and the air was filled with a faint smell of incense. There is a huge square pillar erected in the main hall, the whole hall is a wooden structure, the square pillar is carved with complex ornamentation, there are lotus, there are Buddha, there are beasts, and auspicious clouds, the color is gorgeous, very distinct; the whole inner wall is also bright and dazzling, all use the colorful ore as the pigment, the rich and colorful religious stories depicted on it do not fade for a long time. Buddha flags are hung in the hall, a gilded statue of Shakyamuni is enshrined in the center, and many small Buddha statues are enshrined on the other side.

Gao Shan folded his hands and slowly leaned over. "Tashi Delek. ”

The little monk didn't expect someone, so he was startled, and immediately turned to stare at the mountain.

"Tashi Delek. ”

"Excuse me, is the Living Buddha of Wangdui practicing here?" Gao Shan took out a beautiful thangka the size of A4 paper and handed it to the little monk with both hands. The little monk took it, and his face was overjoyed, as if he had won a treasure.

"This is the thangka painted by the master, how can it be in your hands?"

"This thangka is a relic of my grandfather, and it has been enshrined at home for almost ten years. Seeing that the little monk was so excited, Gao Shan smiled heartily, he knew that he had found the right place.

"I saw this thangka when I was five or six years old, and I looked for it a few years ago, but I didn't find it, so the master gave it away. The little monk carefully held it and looked at it for a while, and his heart was full of admiration. The little monk returned the thangka to Gao Shan, and said with a sad face: "There is a herdsman under the mountain who is sick, the master goes up the mountain to collect medicine, and the fastest will be back at sunset, if the sunset has not come back, you have to wait until tomorrow, you please go to the back of the watchtower to live, the master will return to me and then ask you to come out." ”

"Thank you. Gao Shan thanked him, went to the outside of the hall to get a backpack, and followed the little monk to the watchtower on the side. Along the way, I met two little monks who were chopping firewood, because they were small, they were very laborious, and the small one was not much bigger than Duoji.

The room is very simple, there is a cloth sail hanging at the door, a bed inside, a card mat, a low table, in front of the low table is a couch, and a butter lamp is placed on the low table.

"There have been no pilgrims in the temple for a long time, and the guest rooms are in difficult condition, and there is no hope to overcome them. The little monk looked apologetic.

"We walked in the wind and snow, we were used to sleeping in the open air, and we were able to shelter from the wind and rain, and it was already very warm. ”

The little monk was still busy with the health of the main hall, and after standing for a while, he said goodbye to the mountain and left. Gao Shan tidied up a little, and then went down the watchtower, and he was ready to go and help the little monks.

"Tashi Delek. Takayama had a smile on his face. The little monk was so tired that he was sweating profusely and was meditating and resting on the ground, and when he saw the living people, they were all surprised, and after looking at each other, they quickly calmed down, and both said: "Tashi Delek."

"I have great strength, I will help you. Gao Shan dragged off his down jacket, grabbed his fleece jacket, and strode over to them.

"Thank you. One of the slightly older monks wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and immediately shook his head. "The master said that chopping wood is also a kind of practice. ”

"Yes, chopping wood is also a practice. However, being helpful is also a practice. Gao Shan patiently enlightened them, but the two little monks were still unmoved.

"Shall I tell you a story?" Takayama stepped forward and sat down in front of them. The two little monks looked at each other and smiled, then nodded.

"Once upon a time there lived a butcher and a lama on the mountain, and the butcher had to hunt deer every day for his livelihood, and the butcher kept half of the deer for himself, and sent half to the horn on the mountain, day after day, without interruption, the deer on the mountain were hunted, and only to go to the higher mountain, and the butcher learned to fly, and flew from this mountain to that mountain, and the deer that was returned still had to be sent to the horn, and then the butcher became a Buddha, and the horn felt that the butcher was guilty, and the butcher could fly, and he could fly, and he wanted to fly from this mountain to another mountain, but he fell to the cliff and died。 ”

"You said that a heart is the most important. The slightly older little monk said to the core.

"Yes, you are quite right, practice is to rest and cultivate the mind, and this is also the revelation that the Buddha has given us. Now, I bring a pious heart to help you with a little bit of my might. ”

The two little monks were moved by Gao Shan's words, and after glancing at each other, they nodded in agreement. Gao Shan was happy in his heart, happily picked up the axe, and began to work drastically, chopping firewood, Gao Shan helped them to carry water, fried barley, grinded dozens of catties of green noodles and put it, and finally, followed them to wipe all the golden Buddhas in the hall.

Gao Shan waited for the Living Buddha in the temple for a whole day, all she thought about was Qin Si'er, she was worried that the group of people would attack them while he was away, that group of people was definitely a villain, if they wanted to take the opportunity to retaliate, the time he left was the best opportunity. He regretted it a little and left her and Dorjee in the township. In the afternoon, he tried to contact her, but there was no signal on his mobile phone, so he had to give up and only kneel in front of the Buddha and pray.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkles the entire snow-capped mountain, forming a magnificent landscape of Rizhao Jinshan. Gao Shan stood at the door of the hall and waited for the living Buddha, but when the sky was full of stars, there was still no trace of the living Buddha, and a small butter lamp was lit in the hall, and the dim light illuminated everything in the hall.

The three little monks meditated on the futon, accompanied by the sound of the turning of the prayer cylinder, and began to chant the scriptures, Lang Lang's sutra voice still had a little immaturity, but this immature voice brought him a short period of peace and tranquility.

"Master. Suddenly, the youngest little monk screamed happily, lifted his purple monk's robe and rushed out. "Master, master. ”

"Nima, watch out for the steps. Duiwang Living Buddha carried a cloth bag, greeted him with kind eyes, and hugged Xiao Nima.

"Master. ”

"Master. At this time, the other two little monks who were meditating also stood up and went out.

"Doga, Jeb. The Wangdui Living Buddha patted the shoulders of the two older children. At this time, Takayama knew that it was Doga who greeted him in the main hall today, Jebu and Nima, who were chopping wood in the backyard.

"Master, your thangka is back. With a happy face, Duoga pointed to the high mountain standing in front of the futon.

"Thangka?" Wangdui Living Buddha was stunned.

"It's the meditation diagram under the main tree of Shakyamuni Buddha that you have painted for more than ten years, master!" said Duoga excitedly, pointing to the high mountain in the hall.

Suddenly, Wangdui Living Buddha was shocked, and he stepped into the main hall quickly, staring at the mountain without turning his eyes.

"Tashi Delek, Wangdui Living Buddha. Gao Shan clasped his hands together and stepped forward slightly to bow.

"Are you Su Zhong's child?" Wangdui said in a question-like affirmative sentence.

"Yes, Su Zhong is my grandfather. ”

Wangdui handed the cloth bag for collecting medicine to Duoga, and told him to take it and send it down the mountain tomorrow morning, and then take the mountain to the Buddha and sit down. "The golden body of Shakyamuni Buddha in this hall is still donated by him, and over the years, we have come to the Buddha statue every year to save the golden body, and we are very grateful to him. The Living Buddha of Wangdui burst into tears and was full of gratitude.

"A few years ago, he came every time around the Tibetan New Year, and I didn't see him in the past two years, and it was a middle-aged man who came for him, and every time he said that he was all right. Wangdui's expression was a little solemn, and in the dark, he seemed to have guessed something.

"How is he in the past two years?"

"My grandfather left last year, and when he left, he was very peaceful, and when he was dying, he kept talking about the living Buddha and the Buddha. ”

Hearing this, the eyes of the living Buddha of Wangdui were moist, and they chanted the scriptures in their mouths, and they lit a lantern with Jebu, and then they were speechless, they knew that their master was sad, and they also chanted the scriptures on the side.

"Sir, please come with me to rest, for the master is going to chant the scriptures for the night. Doga came over with a butter lamp and waited.

The living Buddha waved his hand at him, and the chanting sound in his mouth became more and more desolate.