I have done a small stone paved path, a spire of the stupa appeared in the sight of everyone, there are more than a dozen, perennial sun and rain, the surface has turned gray-black, there is a layer of moss, among the weeds and shrubs, it looks a little eerie and terrible. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's really a grievance, and it should have been many years, and even these stupas can't be suppressed. Sun Wukong looked at those stupas and nodded slightly, "And these stupas don't have any Buddha spirit, there are no relics in them at all, it seems that there have been no monks in this temple." ”

Tang Sanzang couldn't see the resentment, but he also felt that this pagoda was a little gloomy, he had taken many temple stupas in the Tang Dynasty, and had never seen such a gloomy and uncomfortable Tallinn.

Thirty years ago, the master of Zhixiang in my temple passed away, and the relics after cremation were enshrined in the stupa. Hong Miao looked at Tang Sanzang and said, pointing to the pagoda in the center.

"No need. Tang Sanzang shook his head, the so-called relics are nothing to look at, he has seen a lot, after his master was cremated, someone in the temple sent him a special message, seven relics were also enshrined, and the ashes were buried under the cypress tree that his master liked to sit on.

And this Tallinn gave him some discomfort, so he didn't want to go in even more.

"More than ten years ago, did a lot of people die here?" Sun Wukong asked as he looked at Hong Miao.

"Huh?" Hong Miao heard this, his face darkened, and he sighed a little: "When the incident happened, the monks in the temple were all arrested, and indeed some senior monks left not far away, and they passed away in this tower, among which there are several poor monks' uncles. ”

Sun Wukong nodded when he heard this, so if he said that, then the origin of these grievances would not be so strange. However, these monks claim to have no desires and no desires, but Yuan Death still has such a grudge here, and it seems that the practice is really not enough.

"Is that the release pond?" Tang Sanzang looked left and right, saw a large pond that had dried up in the distance, and asked with a smile.

"Exactly. Hong Miao nodded, "In the heyday of the year, pilgrims came to the temple every day to release koi and turtles, and later the temple was sealed, and the release pond dried up if it was left unattended, pitying those creatures, Amitabha." His face was full of regret.

Tang Sanzang nodded, and walked along the stone road towards the direction of the release pool, not far away, several stone walls caught his attention, there were some murals carved on the stone wall, although there were some stains on it, but it could still be seen what was carved on it, it was the scene of pilgrims surrounding the release pond, it was indeed very lively.

And in the middle there are a few murals of monks in the temple releasing elk, tigers, goats and other things, at first glance I thought it was a zoo, all kinds of animals were released, and several monks' heads were also added with golden light special effects, one by one looked kind and kind.

"This was released by me and a few senior brothers back then, nearly a hundred years ago, but now those senior brothers have long passed away, and I am the only one left. Hong Miao watched Tang Sanzang stop, and also stopped, looking at the mural with some feelings.

"A hundred years, is the abbot master old this year?" Tang Sanzang was also a little surprised when he heard this, the monk on this mural should be one or twenty years old.

"One hundred and twenty years have been wasted. Hong Miao thought about it, shook her head with a smile, and said.

"One hundred and twenty years old, that's really a long life. Tang Sanzang smiled and nodded, this old monk is not a cultivator, and he doesn't look like a profound Taoist, it is really not easy for an ordinary person to live to be one hundred and twenty years old, and he has been tortured every day for more than ten years, he is simply an immortal Xiaoqiang.

Sun Wukong looked at the murals, thought about it, and continued to walk forward, it seems that the hearts of these monks seem to be okay, and I don't know how they have mixed up with the current situation over the years.

Tang Sanzang looked at all the murals, the craftsmanship of this carver is not bad, and the carving is quite deep, it has not been washed away by the rain for so long, and all of them have been preserved.

Then Hong Miao took Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong to walk a few places in the temple, the scale of this Zhiyuan Temple was indeed not small, worthy of the two words, but because no one has managed it for more than ten years, there is a situation of defeat everywhere, if you want to rebuild, it is estimated that a lot of money will be wasted.

When they returned to the front yard, Zhu Tianpeng and the others also happened to come back, and it took a lot of time, but seeing that they were driving a carriage full of food, each holding something to eat in their hands, it seemed that the main time was to find something to eat.

Many monks got up and stared at the rice bags and vegetables on the carriage, how many years, they don't remember how many years they haven't eaten a good meal, all these years are all the things that livestock can't eat, one by one is swallowing, now even if they are given a bowl of white porridge, they can eat a first-class delicious.

"Master, Senior Sister, this is yours, the barbecue patties here taste really good. Sha Wanjing handed the two oil paper bags in her hand to Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong, and said with a smile.

"Well, Master, it's really delicious. Ao Xiaobai held a barbecue patty in both hands, his cheeks bulging, and nodded and said.

"It's so delicious, I'm going to try it. Tang Sanzang said with a smile, ignoring the strange expression on the side, before opening the oil paper package, the aroma of the barbecue and the fragrance of the cake wafted in, it smelled really good, there was a thick layer of barbecue meatloaf between the two layers of cakes, and a few green side dishes, a bit like the meat bun in the previous life, opened his mouth and took a bite, the cake on the outside was a little crispy, and the barbecue patty sandwiched in the middle was extraordinarily fragrant and tender, and the side dishes were just right.

"How is it?" Ao Xiaobai looked at Tang Sanzang expectantly.

"Well, it's super delicious. Tang Sanzang nodded, the taste was a bit similar to the meat bun, but this meat was not chopped into meat sauce, and the side dishes were different, but it still had a unique flavor.

Hearing this, Sun Wukong also opened the oil paper bag, took a bite, his eyes lit up, and he also nodded and said, "It's not bad." ”

"Master Abbot, please bring these rice down first, I don't know if there is still a pot in the temple, you should be able to cook dinner yourself, right?" Tang Sanzang put down the cake first, looked at Hong Miao and asked with a smile, Tang Sanzang didn't really want to cook for more than five hundred people, and there was no such big pot at all, of course, it was better for them to stand on their own.

Hong Miao watched Tang Sanzang and his master and apprentice eat barbecue patties with a little drumming in her heart, but she didn't expect Tang Sanzang and others to be fishy, but when she saw the bags of rice stacked on top of each other in the car, her eyes became extraordinarily bright, and when she heard Tang Sanzang's question, she nodded hurriedly and said: "Yes, yes, they have cleaned out the kitchen just now, and there is still a pot that can be used, and there is a big ding in the temple that can also be used to cook porridge." ”