Seeing that Murong Wei still refused to talk to herself, Su Duhan spoke softly and said with a low smile: "You are childish again, that is, I mentioned that day that I wanted to go to the border city, so you and I were angry these days." Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info Can I leave my mother and you, and I can't leave?"

After all, he was convinced, but it was not Su Duhan's true thoughts. He discussed with Su Guang that he wanted to walk the border city as quickly as possible, and the breakthrough was still on Murong Wei, taking advantage of this journey to save her mind was the right thing.

Murong Wei's face softened slightly, his eyes were like water, half annoyed and half aggrieved, but he didn't speak, and he didn't want Su Duhan to support him, he paced from under the cliff and slowly followed behind Chu Zhaohui.

Walking through a stone road, approaching the temple, there is a green meadow on both sides, and there is a small stream not far away, meandering, the fragrance of green grass mixed with the smell of earth goes straight to the nose, which makes a few people who have stayed in the courtyard of the house for a long time deeply intoxicated.

A few people walked slowly on the stone steps, and climbed a long gentle slope, and saw the old but neat mountain gate of the temple, as well as the three words "Great Compassion Temple" on the plaque.

Wen Wan helped Chu Zhaohui to rest for a while, thoughtfully wiped a few small beads of sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, shook the handkerchief gently, spread it on the mountain rocks on the side, and asked Chu Zhaohui to sit for a while.

Chu Zhaohui sat on the mountain stone, panting slightly, and smiled helplessly: "Sure enough, I am old, and my body is not as good as that of you young people, and I am a little out of breath after only a few steps." ”

When I looked up, the temple was very small and already in front of me. The front is also paved with bluestone slabs, a small square platform, and the mountain gate is at the back.

Victory was in sight, Chu Zhaohui took a short rest and beckoned everyone to continue walking, and took a few steps up the bluestone steps before stepping into the mountain gate.

In the temple, there is a huge Bodhi tree planted at the root of the left wall, the trunk is strong, the roots are intertwined, the branches and leaves are luxuriant, I don't know how many dynasties and generations have passed, everyone unconsciously recites the sound of the Buddha with their palms together.

Bodhi tree is mostly born in the south, the Gusu generation is not common after all, there is one in the royal temple, it is also in the position of just entering the mountain gate, it is said that it is planted by the first abbot of the temple, because the age is not long, it is far from the Bodhi tree in this small temple looks more ancient and vicissitudes.

The shade is thick, and it is suddenly cool. There is a road that leads to a secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep. This old temple, several halls, neat brick floors, and few interpersonal relationships, it is actually Zen and deep, which makes people have no vulgar thoughts.

The faint scent of sandalwood wafted in the air, the Sanskrit Buddhist music whispered softly in the ears, accompanied by the sound of wooden fish knocking in the distance, Murong Wei followed behind Chu Zhaohui, and became more and more quiet, but he felt that prosperity and withering were like clouds of smoke and clouds, and the past life and this life were just like this, and he was relaxed and happy for a while.

Facing the Tianwang Palace, the temple is extremely small, and the Tianwang Palace is even more cramped. The exterior wall made of gray bricks is brushed with more than half a meter of quicklime, and there are some peeling wall paint, which has nothing to do with the famous mountain treasure temple.

Everyone entered the hall, but saw the four big golden steel on both sides of the angry eyes, should be the meaning of the head of the stick, the future Buddha Maitreya Bodhisattva in the middle is always smiling, facing a group of good men and women.

Chu Zhaohui avoided the futon in the middle, knelt on the right side, bowed his head respectfully, and Murong Wei followed behind her, and also worshiped Maitreya Bodhisattva, and then walked inside.

In the past, when Emperor Chongming and his daughter talked about Buddhist scriptures, they often mentioned Wei Tuo Bodhisattva. Later, every time she entered a temple, Murong Wei's habit was always to look at the golden steel pestle in Wei Tuo's hand.

Turning the golden body of Maitreya Bodhisattva, he saw Wei Dao Bodhisattva on the back holding the vajra with both hands, and Murong Wei knew that it was the meaning of staying as a guest, which was very novel.

Zhenjiang's Jinshan Temple has never been to, in the previous life to the royal temple many times to incense, the magnificent royal temple for the Buddha's golden body, always hard to hang a compassionate smile.

There are one hundred and eight monks living in the royal monastery, they come and go, wearing new robes on their shoulders, wearing clean monk's robes, smiling kindly, but the Bodhisattva Wei Tuo enshrined in the palace of the Heavenly King is pointing at the ground with a vajra, that is, he does not leave food or sleep.

The Buddha was supposed to treat everyone equally, but it was difficult to guarantee that someone would use them as a cover. The word royal was added in front of the temple, and some people felt that it was gilded for themselves, and some temples were deceitful, but it was not as good as this small ancient temple, which was refreshing.

Although the temple is neat, it is slightly old after all, and there are still places on the Bodhisattva's body where the gold paint has peeled off. I want to come to the remote location, the incense is not prosperous, and there are few monks in the temple, I don't know how to spare power, but I am willing to receive monks and visitors from the traveling side. Murong Wei thought about it again and again, and for a while she had a good impression of the host of the temple here.

The temple was empty, there were only a few people, most of them were women and children dressed simply, and it was about the nearby villagers who knew that today was the enlightenment of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and came to worship the Bodhisattva in the morning. The villagers also had some knowledge, and when they saw that this group of people was dressed richly and richly, and there were servants accompanying them, they knew that they were distinguished guests, so they avoided them from afar.

When everyone went out of the palace of the king of heaven, and then walked inside, they saw that the temple was small and simple, but although the sparrows were small, they had all kinds of organs.

Behind the Tianwang Hall is the Daxiong Treasure Hall, which is dedicated to the three Buddhas, and there is also a slight fall off of the gold paint. Chu Zhaohui led everyone into the incense, worshiped the three Buddhas one by one, turned to the back of the Buddha statue, and saw that the back was a painting, depicting Guanyin Bodhisattva holding a poplar branch net bottle, standing in the Putuo Luojia Mountain Dojo, stepping on crocodiles, Pudu sentient beings, and couldn't help but close his palms and chant the Buddha's name.

There is a Guanyin hall on the northwest side of the temple, there is a Manjushri hall on the northeast side, all are not large in scale, there are several squatters on both sides, there is a scripture pavilion in the back, there is a stupa on the north side of the wall, all are clear at a glance.

The host was lecturing, and he had already heard the report of the little novice, and knew that he was a distinguished guest, and brought only a few monks to greet him, just when everyone stepped out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and wanted to go to the Guanyin Hall to pay respects.

Seeing that the host was dressed in a gray monk's robe, covered with a dyed robe, and a wisp of white hair falling down his chest, a little transcendent and clear, and his eyebrows and eyes were quite familiar. Chu Zhaohui paused for a moment, and then clasped his palms together and saluted: "It turned out to be Master Shijia, I haven't seen him for many years, and the master has always been good?"

The host carefully identified it, and it was also a line, and he smiled with his palms: "Amitabha, the poor monk has been living here for ten years, and today he met the old man, Mrs. please." ”

Chu Zhaohui led everyone behind him to come to meet the abbot, and introduced to everyone, "Master Shijia was originally the abbot of the Jingshi Royal Temple, and he traveled ten years ago, and he didn't know where he was, so he didn't want to meet him here today. ”

Why did he give up but did not do the presiding officer of the royal temple, but chose to be the abbot of a small temple in the poor mountains and remote places, Chu Zhaohui knew that he was asking each other, and Master Shijia was about to just say the Buddha's name, so he simply did not speak, only clasped his palms to salute, and followed the master inside.

The name of Master Shijia, everyone has heard of it, ten years ago, the master wandered and never returned, and most people in the world thought that he had returned to the west, and it turned out that he was still hidden in the red dust. (To be continued.) )