I said with some pity:

"I can't imagine that the Great Heavenly Master still has this kind of wonderful exercise, but unfortunately I don't know if this thing can be mass-produced, otherwise we will be rich. ”

The fat man also reacted, he slapped his head and said:

"Yes, yes, yes, since this thing is refined by the essence of heaven and earth's aura, of course it can prolong life, then we don't need to be Taoist priests, just sell medicine hahaha!"

The Heavenly Master pulled his face and said with a little anger:

"You think this is Chinese cabbage, this is refined by a secret method, how can it be so easy if you want more. Hmph, this Heavenly Master is already bleeding profusely today, don't mention it to the two of you!"

I snickered with the fat man a few times, and I didn't pester her.

This kind of elixir that can prolong longevity is indeed very rebellious, but I am not without other substitutes.

According to the old man traffickers, there are heaven, earth and people Sanpindan, Shengyuan Dan, etc., as well as rare and exotic fruits such as Chiyang Fruit and Zhu Guo, which can prolong life a little as long as it is slightly refined.

Of course, no matter what kind of medicine pill, the effect is relatively limited, and the most important thing to increase after taking it is to increase the body's function, and the real longevity still depends on the person's health.

Nothing to say all the way.

When I got back to the office, I packed my bags.

Today, Heavenly Master Zhang's order was actually a bit of a fluke, and it didn't show her strength.

But I'm not worried that she will be uneven, with the "fairy in the pot" in her hands, even the generals may not be able to please much.

Walking to the living room with my luggage on my back, the general, the fat man, and the old man were already ready, and the three of them were waiting for me.

I patted Brother Guo on the shoulder and told them a few more words, if there is anything to call the fat man and me.

But Heavenly Master Zhang did not allow me to tell her, and she said confidently:

"Okay, okay, isn't it just not to offend the customer, this heavenly master knows it, you can rest assured. The apprentice of this Heavenly Master should also be about to arrive, and when the time comes, my master and apprentice will walk the rivers and lakes together, and step on the ghosts and demons in Star City, hahahaha, happy!"

I heard it funny, I really don't know what it's like to be young, and it's a kind of happiness to live simply.

When I was about to leave, Heavenly Master Zhang grabbed me again and asked:

"Hey, when are you going to the underworld, and where is this Heavenly Master going to join you?"

I thought for a moment before I said to her:

"I'll call you in advance, though...... I haven't decided if I want you to go yet. ”

After saying that, I picked up my luggage and ran out, leaving the Heavenly Master to curse angrily.

......

The White Horse Temple is in Southern Province, and our group of four took a train, which is about a day's drive from Star City.

We got on the train at 4 o'clock in the afternoon and didn't arrive at the Luoshi railway station until the next evening.

When it started to rain when I left the station, I took the three of us to eat at the restaurant next to the station, and by the way, I called the little monk and asked him to pick us up.

The old man trafficker was a little frightened by the generals, he ordered a bottle of local brand-name wine for the generals, and every time he saluted the generals from afar, the somewhat cowering appearance looked a little funny.

In order not to make the old traffickers uncomfortable, I asked him to tell me about the history of the White Horse Temple.

Then he came to his senses, and after drinking two glasses of white wine, he said-

White Horse Temple, the first ancient temple in China, one of the "ancestral gardens" and "interpretations" of Chinese Buddhism.

The White Horse Temple was founded in the 11th year of Yongping in the Eastern Han Dynasty, when the Emperor Ming of the Han Dynasty decreed the construction of a monastery in the north of the Sanli Imperial Road in the western suburbs of Luoshi.

In order to commemorate the fact that Indian monks and Eastern Han envoys used white horses to carry Buddhist scriptures and finally returned to Luoyang, the capital of the country at that time, Emperor Ming of the Han Dynasty named this monastery - White Horse Temple.

At this time, the fat man interjected while eating and asked:

"Then Uncle Nine, is there a white horse in the White Horse Temple?"

The old man pouted and taught:

"You fat man only knows how to eat, didn't your Lao Tzu teach you when you were at home? Of course there are horses in the White Horse Temple, and there are live horses and stone horses. ”

"Hey, hey, hey......"

The fat man took a bite of food and said, "Then Xiaozhi, they are quite comfortable monks, you don't have to take a car anywhere, just ride a white horse hahaha!"

The old man trafficker "snapped", slapped him on the head and scolded:

"You idiot, you are a holy place of Buddhism, and you are a high-ranking monk, what kind of horse do you ride...... Don't you have any money when you are a man?"

Hearing this, I wondered:

"What do you mean, are they rich?"

His old god took a sip of wine on the ground and said with a smile:

"Let's put it this way, if we sell our Dingmen, we may not be able to exchange it for a small yard!"

"Ah——!h

The fat man and I were stunned.

Isn't the temple a place to burn incense and worship the Buddha, where do you get so much worldly money?

But the old man didn't want to say more on this topic, he just told us not to talk nonsense when we got to the place, so as not to attract right and wrong to the little monk.

I'm a little strange, Xiao Zhi, a teenage monk, would have something wrong, could it be that there are conspiracies and tricks in Buddhism.

......

As soon as we finished eating, the little monk's call came, and he asked us to wait for him in the parking lot in front of the train station.

We didn't have to wait five minutes before we saw a shiny brand new car parked next to us.

As soon as the car door opened, the little monk's bald head was revealed.

The fat man was very happy, and rushed up to it to be a bear hug.

I also went up and hugged the little monk, although I hadn't seen him for a few days, he seemed to have grown a little taller.

The little monk was dressed in a plain white robe, and in addition to the joy of seeing us, there was also a faint sadness between his eyebrows.

But this is not the place to talk, so the little monk let us get in the car and wait for the place to talk. Guangxi

As soon as we got into the carriage, everyone was stunned.

Because there is no driver in the car, is it the car driven by the little monk?

Sure enough, the little monk waited for us all to get into the car, so he sat straight into the driver's seat, and after a few fiddling sessions, he started the car and left.

The old man trafficker sat in the passenger seat and praised:

"Little Master Zhihong, you're only seventeen years old, aren't you? It's really good to get in the car at such a young age. Unlike my family, Chen Yida, who doesn't even have a driver's license. ”

The little monk chuckled:

"Uncle Shi, don't make fun of me, Senior Brother Chen just doesn't want to fail the test. Besides, this little cart is not mine, but from the temple. ”

I listened and asked:

"Ash, I heard that your White Horse Temple is quite rich, right?"

The little monk nodded and replied:

"It seems so. Master was very famous at that time, and ordinary pilgrims would make offerings along with them, in addition to state grants. ”

The fat man listened with envy, and he asked again:

"How much money do you have for a month in the temple?"

The little monk laughed, and after a while he replied:

"Fat brother, I am a refuge monk and have no salary. At most, it's a little bit of a day's money per month!"

Taking refuge in the Sangha, which refers specifically to monks who have taken refuge in the Three Jewels since childhood, is different from many ordinary monks who specialize in Buddhism or work in monasteries after graduating from university.

For example, a refuge monk is quite a successor in the company, and is the successor leader that the company focuses on cultivating.

Ordinary monks and deacons, on the other hand, are college students or ordinary people who revere Buddhist scriptures, and they have a salary and a bonus, and they can even exchange their dishes for monasteries at any time.

......

Chatting about these interesting things, the little monk drove the car as fast as possible until midnight.

When he arrived at the place, the old man trafficker got out of the car and said:

"What, little monk, why don't you drag us to live in the temple?"

Only then did the little monk dust off his robe, look solemn, bow to us with both palms, and then said:

"Uncle, the physical bodies of my master and the master of the Dingmen Sect are not in the temple, but in this Wei Dao Temple!"

Seeing that the little monk suddenly changed his face, the old man seemed to understand a little, so he only nodded to him and stopped speaking.

The fat man was a little strange, and wanted to ask out loud but was stopped by me, so he had to follow me sullenly.

The little monk is not turning his face against us, but - rules.

Although Master Shi Cheng is open-minded and knowledgeable in Taoism and Buddhism, he is a Buddhist monk after all, and he is the first master of Buddhism, and his reputation outside can be imagined.

The little monk brought us to the place where the old master and Master Shi Cheng stored their bodies, and now there may be many people from the Jianghu sect, Taoist circles, people and even the government.

For the sake of the reputation of the White Horse Temple, it is impossible for him to laugh and play with us like before, so he must be more serious.

After bowing, the little monk walked sideways into the temple, and we followed.

It's a very small temple, and it's a bit like the one I last saw the old man:

Bluestone steps, vermilion walls, gray rain tiles......

Walking through the steps, there is a straight stone path, and on both sides of the stone path, there are countless monks kneeling at this time.

At the same time, a dull bell rang—

Bang!

The melodious sound of the bell is dull, and there is a simple and solemn sense of remoteness, which makes people can't help but want to calm down and quietly experience the calm.

So many monks knelt on both sides of the stone path and did not make a sound, and when I looked closely, I saw that they all had their eyes closed, and their mouths moved slightly, as if they had settled down.

The little monk did not stop, but walked straight forward on the stone path, and we followed.

It wasn't until a side hall that the little monk turned around, bowed his head to me and the old man and said softly:

"Senior Uncle Shi, Senior Brother Chen. The physical body of the master of the Dingmen Gate and the physical body of Master Shi Cheng are in the hall, please allow the little monk to sign up before entering!"

The old man and I nodded yes at the same time, and then straightened up our robes.

This is a formal Buddhist monk's death ceremony, and there are outsiders here, so the old man and I have to be serious.

I asked the fat man to watch with the generals, not to make a noise or run around, and then we would chat with the little monk after the ceremony.

The fat man was quite sensible, and knew that now was not the time for, so he obediently stood aside with the generals.

After the little monk waited for us to tidy up our clothes and appearance, he walked into the side hall one step at a time, and then walked a few steps towards the Buddha statue in the hall, and then turned sideways and said loudly:

"Shangqing Dingmen Elder - Shi Chongming, Shangqing Dingmen Elder - Chen Yida, I would like to hang Li Changhe of Dingmen, the abbot of White Horse Temple Shi Chengxian passed away!"

"Please come forward and worship the incense!"

When the old man heard this, he walked into the temple as soon as he mentioned the corner of his robe, and I walked in as he did.

The side hall is very large, in the middle is a golden lacquer statue of the Buddha, there is a lotus throne under the statue, and the left and right are hung with hanging curtains and plain cloth.

And on the east side of the side hall, there is a bamboo mat, on which a big tripod is placed, and next to the big tripod is the old master!

The old master's body was shriveled and almost twice as small as when he saw it before.

He sat cross-legged on the bamboo mat, his expression was serene, the corners of his mouth were smiling, and his face was lifelike, just like that day.

The moment I saw the old master, his voice seemed to ring in my ears again:

"Hahaha Chen Yida, do you have sand in your eyes? What are you crying about......

My heart sank, and a sense of sadness instantly flooded my heart, and then I shook the corner of my robe and knelt down with the old man trafficker.

Although the life of the three monks is free and easy, and they regard the impermanence of life and death as a common thing, they do not pay much attention to the clichés such as "sending the deceased freely with a sad face".

But the old master's free and true voice and appearance impressed me very deeply, even if I am not a disciple of Dingmen, he deserves to be worshiped by me.