Let's say that Sanqing and the old monk from Jiming Temple left Hu Sheng's house and walked into the noisy crowd, both of them were old monks all the way in front, Sanqing in the back, and unconsciously left the crowd and entered the mountains and forests. "Words, feelings, first, http://www.Klxsw.com

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Unconsciously, the two came to Qingliangshan Park, and the old monk stopped and turned to face Sanqing, who arrived a little later.

"Why did the master bring me here?" asked Sanqing suspiciously, after looking at the plaque on the mountain gate.

"The old man has a reason, but not at this time and this is not here to say and the donor listen, while the sky is not dark, the old man first took the little donor in this cool mountain to take a turn, look at the beautiful scenery and monuments in the mountain, and then go to the Qingliang Temple to eat a meal, and then said with the donor listen, the little donor thinks how " The old monk folded his hands and said softly, without the slightest force, but it gave Sanqing the feeling that he could not refuse.

"It's okay, I also need to be quiet and meditate, then Master Lao will lead the way" Sanqing clasped his hands into fists and replied in a deep voice.

The old monk smiled slightly, turned around and walked into the cool park, followed by Sanqing. This Qingliang Mountain is known as the Seven Dynasties Victory, although the mountain is only more than 100 meters high, but there is no lack of places of interest and historic sites, it should be a place where people love to play, but today it is surprisingly quiet, there is no one in the Qingliangshan Park, as if someone has specially arranged it.

Sanqing followed the old monk and walked on the mountain road without hurry, surrounded by the cool breath of the mountains, and did not feel the slightest noise and heat of time, which made Sanqing extremely comfortable and relaxed. The old monk who led the way in front of him remained silent all the way until he reached a hillside and did not stop until he reached a hillside.

"This should be Zhumapo" Seeing that the old monk stopped, Sanqing also stopped, and looked around, when he saw the bluestone statue next to the old monk, he knew where he was.

"Yes, the donor should also know the allusion of Wuhou Zhumaguan Jinling, so I won't say much about it. At that time, Zhuge Wuhou and Wu Wang Sun Quan watched the tiger in Jinling City and the dragon plate here, so they scolded Fang Xuan and wrote the grandeur of the Battle of Chibi. Lao Qu often comes here after falling into the empty door, one is to meditate, and the other is to watch the magnificent momentum of this Nanjing City, but for so many years, how can I not see that the tiger is standing on the dragon plate, the shape is in, but there is no momentum Maybe it is the old man who is dizzy, since the little donor is here today, you might as well take a look at it, to see if the momentum is still there" The old monk whispered while holding the statue of Wuhou Zhuma behind him.

Sanqing looked at the old monk, did not make any answer, and after a while, he strode forward, the old monk took a step, and Sanqing stood in the position where the old monk had stood, and then looked over.

I don't know why, his eyes turned away with the wind, and he walked farther and farther, and in his eyes, he could see the entire city of Nanjing. This Nanjing city is backed by the Shogunate Mountain, facing the Qinhuai River, Zhongshan is on the left, and the stone city is on the right, and it is the land of the emperor. Sanqing felt this shape, but Sanqing couldn't sense this momentum for a long time. He withdrew his gaze, rested for a moment, and looked up again, this time to see something else. In Feng Shui, the backing mountain of the Feng Shui Land is called Shaozu Mountain, and this Shaozu Mountain also needs to have a larger mountain range to rely on this place to be called a treasure land of Feng Shui. But on the other hand, the backer of Nanjing City, the Shogunate Mountain, is a lonely hill that is helpless, and it is not reliable to have a mountain, and it has to suffer from the impact of the river, so how can it become the backer of others, so from this point of view, Nanjing City is not a backer, but a backer, not only backing the water, but also exposed on the surging river.

"Did the little donor ever feel that momentum" San Qingzheng could see that he was stunned, and the old monk suddenly interrupted him.

Sanqing retracted his gaze, and then shook his head, "It's not too profound, but I feel a little bit of it, and I don't know if it's right or wrong."

"But it doesn't hurt to say it," the old monk said with a slight smile and a deep voice.

"I look at this Nanjing City, at first glance there is indeed a dragon and tiger momentum, but then look at it, but what I see is that it is facing the enemy's embarrassing situation, therefore, this Nanjing City is not only not the thriving emperor's momentum, but there is also a faint depressed and dead air of the waning West Mountain" to this point, three clear and convenient

He stopped, pretending to look at the old monk.

The old monk squinted his eyes and looked at Sanqing for a while, and then suddenly laughed, "The little donor is really unique and extraordinary, if those feng shui masters hear these words, I am afraid that they will have to reason with the little donor for three days and three nights, but I really have to give you a big banner here."

"Listening to the master's words is the same feeling as me," Sanqing immediately asked when he heard it.

"When I first went up the mountain, I actually found nothing, but after watching Jiazi on this slope, what I saw was the same scene as the little donor, and it was not all the dilemma of facing the enemy with his back to the water, and the monstrous resentment and death in the city, which was worrying on time," the old monk said after sighing.

Sanqing didn't answer, and the feeling in his heart was only the same as what the hero saw.

"The old man knows what the little donor did in the underground prison when he first entered the city of Nanjing, he really admires, and at the same time feels relieved for the city of Nanjing, again, the old man wants to say thank you to the little donor for the whole Nanjing city, and at the same time ask the little donor to ask the little donor to have something to do on this trip, but I hope that when he leaves, he can take away the dead air and resentment of the city" The old monk suddenly folded his hands and said this sincerely.

"Didn't the master say that he would tell me until after the meal in Qingliang Temple" Sanqing saw that the old monk cut to the point, and immediately pretended to be confused and asked.

"I just felt it. The old monk replied casually.

"Master don't worry, even if you don't say it today, I will definitely do it, but only if I can leave Nanjing City alive," Sanqing Yan said.

"Don't worry, Ji people have their own natural appearance, and the little donor is so hearted, there will be good rewards," the old monk said loudly, and then sang a Buddha name.

"I hope so," Sanqing smiled bitterly and replied in a deep voice.

"Let's go, since the little donor has agreed to the old man's request, the old man should give the little donor a gift in return. The old monk waved his hand and motioned for Sanqing to follow.

"But it's not a valuable gift, don't dislike it, don't dislike it" After walking a few steps, the old monk suddenly stopped and said this to Sanqing.

"Thousands of miles to send goose feathers, the courtesy is light and affectionate," Sanqing said with a smile.