"Eight and a half mountains and one water, half farmland and estates. "Since ancient times, Huizhou is a collection of the world's reputation in one, more peaks towering to the sky, hills and screens, clear waves, streams looping, and even have the meaning of "love its clear mountains and rivers, so live for a long time".

Wu Zhong and the three of them pressed the cloud head and landed in a hilly place. Although it was late at night, the moonlight was swaying and the silver filaments were entangled, which was quite flavorful. As far as the eye can see, the mountain peaks rise and fall, like green daisy floating, which can't help but calm the viewer's heart.

"Good place. Xuanbai sincerely admired, "It's much stronger than the black smoke miasma in the inland." When I'm old, I'm sure to come here and put down roots. ”

Han Ziqi glanced at him and muttered, "I also pretended to be a literati." ”

Wu Zhong was really worried that the two of them would quarrel again, so he hurriedly said, "Please also ask the seniors to take us to the old site of Nankong Temple." ”

Han Ziqi nodded and flew into the distance. Wu Zhong and the others used their own means to catch up. Although it is not as fast as Han Ziqi, it can't be checked much.

After a while, Han Ziqi stopped in a clearing, and Wu Zhong and the others followed.

"This is the former site of Nankong Temple. ”

Following the direction of Han Ziqi's finger, Wu Zhong and the others looked over, the open space seemed ordinary, but it was not that simple.

Wu Zhong took a step towards the open space.

"Wait!" Han Ziqi hurriedly stopped, but Wu Zhong immediately raised his hand to stop him and walked over by himself.

The grass rubs the soles of the feet, making a rustling sound, the crickets on both sides come and go, and the breeze blows, bringing a single fragrance of grass, which is pleasant to smell. Wu Zhong was only one step away from the old site of Nankong Temple, but he didn't know whether he should take this step.

Standing outside, looking at this open space, calm but extraordinary, he looked at the old site of only five or six hundred square meters, but felt that it was infinitely attractive. I just don't know if it's surprise or horror behind this attraction.

After much hesitation, Wu Zhong finally raised his right foot, and he went in. Suddenly, the starlight in front of him was brilliant and he passed out.

Wu Zhong, who was still stunned just now, disappeared in the blink of an eye, which frightened Han Ziqi and Xuanbai. Whether it was Han Ziqi, who had personally experienced this magic, or Xuanbai, who had heard of the prestige of Nankong Temple in his early years, he saw this situation and raised his heart to his throat, and hurriedly stepped forward to check.

They came to the place where Wu Zhong had just disappeared, and hurriedly stepped into the old site, but everything remained the same, it was still the grass in front of them, and they still saw the mountains in the distance. When the two of them saw this, they were horrified, and Xuan Bai sat on the ground with his butt in his head, completely out of mind.

Just when the two of them were at a loss and flustered, Wu Zhong was so distracted that he forgot everything.

In the third year of Jiading, the Southern Song Dynasty was in chaos. After several twists and turns, the once powerful empire finally couldn't help but be attacked from inside and outside, revealing a tired appearance. coincided with successive disasters, and the people did not have enough to eat, and the people did not have enough to eat. But the imperial court didn't care, just took care of its own wind and snow, and let the people fend for themselves. For a time, there were many complaints from all over the country, but they were blocked one by one by the local so-called "parent officials", and the lighter ones were imprisoned and the worst ones were exiled. The people could not, so they had to live with their lives.

Nankong Temple, originally a small temple, there are only three or five monks on weekdays, but at this time the outside is full of hungry people fleeing from the famine, not for anything else, just to beg for food. I heard that today's compassionate Venerable Yuanpu is preparing to open a porridge field to solve the urgent needs of the people.

"Don't squeeze the donors, everyone has it, don't squeeze, come one by one. At the gate of Nankong Temple, a little monk was there to take care of the hungry people who were already hungry and had no strength, while maintaining the hundreds of hungry people who came to visit him.

"Can they have so much food?" someone secretly suspected.

The person next to him listened and said: "The prosperous Buddha of Taoism in troubled times." On weekdays, we have provided for them for so many years and released so much incense money, and now it is time for them to repay us. ”

"I can't say that, I've heard that the monks of Nankong Temple are different from other Buddhist temples, and although they accept some favors on weekdays, they also treat people for free and help the locals with their work. Someone retorted.

"Hey, who knows if it's true or not. I don't ask him to do any good deeds as a foreigner, as long as I give me a bowl of porridge today, I will also be Amitabha. The man said disdainfully.

The little monk Daoxin listened to these words in his ears, did not get angry, let alone refute it, and still did what he had to do.

In the Nankong Temple, the great monk Yuanpu was wearing a robe that had been mended many times, and looked at his apprentice: "The food is ready." ”

Monk Guangji nodded: "It has been prepared for a long time." ”

Yuanpu's face was bitter, and he said softly, "Go ahead." Seeing the apprentice Guangji leaving, Yuanpu sighed, "Xing, the people are suffering, dying, the people are suffering." Amitabha. ”

"Knock"

The bell rang out from inside the temple, and I don't know if it was for the hundreds of refugees outside, or to pay tribute to the declining empire in advance.

The Guangji monk brought out several large cauldrons, and asked a few hungry people who were still in good health to help set up the pots and boil water to boil porridge. Soon the aroma of rice spread everywhere, and there was a rumbling cry all around.

Everyone didn't care about being shy, just thinking that they could get a bowl of steaming porridge as soon as possible and take a good sip.

At the end of the day, even cultivators like Guangji and Daoxin were exhausted. However, when they saw a group of people who were full of food and drink, lying on the ground and lying in their clothes, the two of them were also satisfied.

"Master, this time, we will consume half of the stock in our temple, and if we have two more times, we will not be able to bear it. The little monk Daoxin said softly.

Monk Guangji did not blame his little apprentice, but smiled and pointed to the people lying on the ground: "Guess, what are they like in their dreams?"

The little monk shook his head.

Guangxin sleeves waved, there were suddenly scenes of dreams in front of them, some of them were resentful of the current world, dreamed that they were the king of the mountain, eating and drinking spicy, robbing the rich and helping the poor, so unhappy; some were stuffy and crying, it turned out that in his sleep, he dreamed of his wife and children, told them that there was food here, let them come and get it, but this person's wife and children were starved to death in front of them a few days ago; there are a small number of people, after eating this meal, they left this world peacefully, and they came, and finally made a full ghost, so as not to continue to starve underground。 Seeing those souls who had left their bodies come to bow down one after another, even Guangji's heart had a trace of turmoil. Dao Ji unconsciously began to recite the "Jizo Bodhisattva Honin Sutra" to eliminate the resentment of these people, hoping that they could vote for a peaceful and prosperous world in their next life.

The great monk Yuanpu returned to the Daxiong Treasure Hall and looked at the Buddha who was high above, and his heart was sad. The people of the world sought the blessing of the Buddha, and the times were troubled again, but the Buddha closed his door and did not show it, why? Could it be that the worship on weekdays is not good, or is his wish insincere? He did not open his mouth to ask the Buddha, he could not ask, and he did not dare to ask.

In the afternoon, he heard clearly what the people outside the door said: Taoist Buddha in troubled times. When did Buddhism become like this in the hearts of all the people? The Southern Song Dynasty worshiped Buddhism, Taoism was demonstrated, and there were many monasteries all over the world, so why didn't they extend a helping hand to these people who had suffered so much from the war? Yuanpu didn't understand, could it be that these were all the teachings of the Buddha?

He didn't believe it. The Buddha also suffered a lot before becoming a monk, and finally went through many hardships and hardships to become a Buddha. "The great compassion of the Buddha's mind is to take care of all sentient beings with no cause. "The words of the Buddhist scriptures are vivid, but everything that the monks in the world have done is also vivid.

Yuanpu sighed, his original face was wrinkled, and he looked even older. He walked to the side and found a sandalwood brocade box. The withered left hand caressed the brocade box, and his face was full of exhaustion. He slowly opened the brocade box, and suddenly the golden light around him shone brightly, and the Sanskrit sound was great, and the entire Nankong Temple was like entering the Western Heaven Elysium. The light of the Buddha flashed again, the statues of Buddha and Bodhisattva in various postures came out one after another, flying around, guarded by eight heavenly dragons, the spring water in the ears dingdong, faintly hearing the true voice of the Buddha, which made people admire and was very calm. It's just that no matter how magical the treasure in this brocade box is, it can't calm the heart of the Yuanpu monk.

He sighed, covered the box, and put it back.

The next day, most of the hungry people who had already recovered their strength moved to other places, and as they left, a large number of refugees came from afar. The number of refugees in this group is probably twice as large, but the food in the temple is limited. In desperation, Yuanpu discussed with Guangji to at least serve it with gruel.

But in this way, some people are unwilling. Yesterday some people saw that there was food here, but they did not leave, and wanted to eat more. When he saw that today's porridge was so scarce, he suddenly felt resentful and spilled the porridge in his hand on the ground.

"Are you reluctant to give us food? How can you eat enough porridge with such a thin porridge! If you don't have that ability, what kind of porridge factory will you open! Sure enough, it is a cultivator in troubled times, and you have cultivated Buddha in prosperous times, and you have squandered the sesame oil money that you usually give you! Learn Buddhism!

As soon as these words were spoken, the little monk of Daoxin suddenly lost his temper, and was about to defend himself, but was pulled by Guangji who was beside him. He shook his head slowly, motioning to the land not to be impulsive.

However, this action was seen by the other party, and he immediately shouted: "Oh! The monk of Nankong Temple has beaten people! Sure enough, Buddhism can't be trusted!" He shouted and sprinkled, causing dust to fly around and making people unrelievable.

Nowadays, it is already good to be able to eat this, and some people have long been grateful to Dade for this, although they are angry when they see him like this, but this kind of scoundrel is really not worth wasting effort. Let him sprinkle there. However, some people secretly add oil and vinegar and make something out of nothing. A good good deed, just stirred up by these people, the young Daoxin was even more angry, and there was nowhere to vent.

Due to the large number of people, the boiled porridge was quickly distributed. Seeing that the matter was over, Guangji and Daoxin bowed their heads and returned to the temple without saying a word. And outside they were still shouting and shouting.

When the two returned to the main hall, they saw Yuanpu kneeling on the ground, and the two of them also bowed to the Buddha statue. It doesn't matter if you bow down, the grievances in your faith suddenly gushed out like a flood that burst the embankment. His sobs rang out from above the hall.

Guangji was also aggrieved in his heart, but after all, he was the master, so he still endured it. He stroked the back of the apprentice, trying to say something comforting, but he couldn't.

Seeing this, Yuanpu did not speak, but slowly got up, his face was full of sadness, and his eyes were staring at the Buddha statue high above. The Buddha statue is still full of compassion, solemn and peaceful, watching all this happen in front of him. It's just that he is so high that he can't be reached.

Yuanpu closed his eyes, as if he had made up his mind, and finally said slowly: "You guys get up." ”

Hearing this, the two apprentices and grandsons slowly got up. Yuanpu took out the sandalwood brocade box, handed it to Daoxin, and said softly: "This is the Buddha bone relics left after the Buddha's death, which is extremely precious. From now on, you will be the host of Nankong Temple, and you will carry forward the Dharma for your ancestors, and not be a traitorous villain. ”

Daoxin looked surprised, where was the ancestor's words on weekdays, it was clearly a last word. He hurriedly looked at the master, but the master seemed to know it and motioned for him to take the brocade box.

Daoxin couldn't, so he had to take the brocade box and hold him tightly in his hand.

"I'm not a good master, if of course you worship him, you will definitely become a high monk. It's Master who can't stand you. Yuanpu sighed and said slowly.

Guangji's expression was calm, and he slowly bowed to the master: "May I follow the master forever." ”

For a moment, the hall was silent, except for the shouts coming from outside the door.

Suddenly, Yuanpu shouted loudly: "Daoxin is optimistic, today's Buddha is not yesterday, so dim, let's not worship!" I saw Yuanpu fly up, roar angrily in his mouth, and smash it with a vajra wand in his hand according to the Buddha statue.

The sonorous sound around him suddenly rose, and Daoxin couldn't believe it, the master had always been respectful to the Buddha, why did he suddenly burst out! Before it could speak, he saw that fine cracks began to appear on the head of the Buddha statue, and in a few moments, it covered the whole body. Then I heard a bang, and the Buddha statue collapsed with a bang, and the rubble rolled to the ground.

"So Buddhist!

The people outside the door heard this roar and did not understand what was happening inside, and then a bell rang and spread throughout the world.

"Look, what is that!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed, and when everyone looked up, they saw a huge fireball falling from the sky, billowing flames, even if it was so far away, everyone felt extremely hot. Seeing this change, the onlookers immediately scattered and fled far away.

As soon as he left the boundary of Nankong Temple, he only heard a bang, and the huge fireball smashed down in the Nankong Temple, and the buildings in the temple burned. Immediately after that, there was another loud bang, and the fireball exploded, and the Nankong Temple instantly became a sea of fire.

When everyone saw this, they didn't know whether they sympathized with it or hurt themselves because of it, and they all cried loudly.

The fire burned for three days and three nights, and when the flames were extinguished, the entire Nankong Temple turned into ashes. The breeze blew, and the ashes scattered with the wind and fell to the ground.