This White Horse Temple is the first temple built by the royal family after Buddhism was introduced to the Northern Wei Dynasty. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Throughout the year, the incense is thriving, the wooden fish is knocking, and the Buddha is sounding. Good men and women hold incense in their hands, kneel in three steps, knock in nine steps, and worship the temple hall on the top of the mountain devoutly.

"Brother, this Buddhist temple is so big! I thought there were enough Buddhist temples in Jiankang, and it turned out that the temples in Yecheng were built so high and so big!" Xiao Zheng'er snorted and climbed halfway up the mountain, blushing and spitting white air masses in the cold air, rubbing his hands and looking back at the road he came, winding up, and unconsciously the place where he got off the carriage had become a small point.

"Little girl, you haven't climbed to the top, and you haven't seen the main hall door of the White Horse Temple, how do you know that this temple is very big?" Cui Niang was out of breath at the moment, and she couldn't walk, so she asked Mr. Liu Guan to pick up a branch on the side of the road and pull her one after the other.

"Hehe, Cui Niang, listen to it, the shadow of this temple has not been seen, the sound of the bell has been transmitted from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, one after another, spread all over the mountain, such a temple is not big, then there is no big temple. ”

Zheng Er was very clever, trotted away, rushed to the front, and explained to Cui Niang in the back.

"Childe, this girl is as smart as you were when you were a child, and she is more diligent and diligent than Childe, the homework I handed her has not fallen for a day, it is really different from a certain gentleman who grows up and has a wild temperament and is unwilling to work hard!"

Mr. Liu had a new student, so he tried his best to count the number of students who would enter the school after 10,000 years.

Ha ha...... Xiao Zimo, who went to high school, was named by Mr. again, took a few small leaps, picked up Zheng Er in front of him, and shouted and rushed like a fly, and ran away like a puff of smoke.

"Ah~~~~~~ brother run slower!" Zheng Er picked up Zimo's back and looked at himself, and he was so high that he was so frightened that he covered both eyes with his little hands.

"It's here. Zimo patted Zheng'er on the back and put down the fluffy little girl wrapped in a small cloak.

Wow...... As soon as Zheng Er turned around, under the blue sky, there was the majestic temple gate. Inside the gate, once from front to back, there are the Tianwang Palace, the Great Buddha Palace, the Daxiong Palace, the Receiving Hall, the Qingliangtai, and the Bisheng Pavilion. The main hall of the temple is a single eaves rest mountain type, the east and west sides are about 5 rooms wide, the north and south enter the deep four rooms, the majestic and solemn, the weather is thousands.

"Childe, you take this incense well, you have to be respectful when you enter the main hall, and worship it seriously, you know?" Cui Niang prepared incense for everyone and took them to the Heavenly King Palace. ”

"Manjushri Bodhisattva is above, and the believer Cui Niang specially brought my son-in-law to worship incense today. Cui Niang muttered, pulling Zi Mo to kneel on the futon, "My son-in-law is pure and kind, but the recent years are unfavorable, always in distress, the believer is very worried, I hope that the Bodhisattva Dharma is boundless, bless my son-in-law is safe and sound, and turn evil into good fortune!" Cui Niang held the incense and slammed her head on the ground, knocked several times, looked up and saw that Zi Mo was still looking at her blankly, so she pulled Zi Mo to kneel down together, while muttering that my son is not sensible, the Bodhisattva is not strange, while waiting for Zi Mo to kowtow and insert the incense on the tribute platform.

Zi Mo thought in his heart that the current emperor was going to kill her, and he was afraid that the Bodhisattva would not be able to help, but Cui Niang stared at her, so he respectfully bowed from the end of the hall to the three Bodhisattvas in the treasure hall.

"En, just worship seriously, go to the Heavenly Buddha Hall, Maitreya Bodhisattva is also compassionate, you have to be in awe, don't be childish. Cui Niang led Xiao Zimo, and also had to care whether Mr. Liu and Zheng Er also respectfully saluted the Buddha, so they knocked over one hall after another, and when they arrived at the leading hall, they could be tired enough.

Zi Mo leaned on Zheng Er, Zheng Er also tilted his head and leaned on Zi Mo, both of them sat lazily and loosely with their arms and legs stretched out on the big ginkgo tree stump at the back door of the hall, unable to walk anymore.

The cool breeze blows on the mountain, blowing the leaves leisurely and circling and flying onto people's shoulders. Hehe, Xiao Zheng'er had a small leaf stuck to her face and smiled silly with Zi Mo, the evening sunset was soft, and Zi Mo felt that this was the most beautiful time.

Mr. Liu Guan sat on the grass, and wanted to take out the wine jug for a few sips, but his head was pressed on his shoulder, and when he saw that it was Cui Niang, he pouted a little helplessly: "I was so full of energy just now, but now it's okay, I'm still asleep." Liu Guan shook his head, his knees hurt all the way over, this woman is in trouble!

"Hehe, Cui Niang is so beautiful when she doesn't speak。。。。。 I don't think my family will be old. Zi Mo looked at the two of them and said with a smile.

"Childe, you have to talk nonsense, this woman doesn't read much, she will take it seriously. When you wake up, you should jump up and down again. Mr. Liu Guan said that, but the person didn't move and let Cui Niang lean on.

There is a small door behind the receiving hall, which is the boundary between the outer hall and the inner hall of the White Horse Temple, and the general tourist is to stop when he arrives at the receiving hall.

A group of novices, dressed in robes, hurried past them and entered the small door. Zi Mo looked inside, and it seemed that it was a place to do things.

"Oh, Zheng'er, you say it's a pity, it's a pity, the real fun of this White Horse Temple is in that small door, this temple only has the outer hall of the fourfold treasure hall for visitors to play, in fact, the inner hall behind there are also bell and drum towers, magic treasure pavilions, scripture pavilions, Qiyun Pagoda Courtyard, six ancestors hall, inscriptions and so on. Zi Mo held his cheeks and looked at the novices who were extremely busy coming and going, a little disappointed. Her eyes couldn't help but be sad behind the small door, it was rare to come here, and it was really enough to satisfy Zi Mo's appetite if she couldn't go to a class from the Scripture Pavilion.

"Brother, brother, but no idle people are allowed to wait in the back, we should go back later, Cui Niang said to make us something to eat in the evening." As soon as Zheng Er saw Zimo's small eyes, she knew that Xiao Zimo, an older teenager with ADHD, was about to start restless again, and was ready to stabilize Xiao Zimo's already restless heart with good food.

"Tsk。。。。。。 Let's sneak in and have a look, how about it?!" Xiao Zimo proposed with sparkling eyes.

"Huh? But。。。。。。 Before Zheng Er finished speaking, he was dragged up by Xiao Zimo's little hand, "Hey, Cui Niang, Mr. Liu, my sister Zheng Er said that she hasn't gone to the wishing well yet, you guys rest first, I'll accompany Zheng Er to make a wish and come back~" Xiao Zimo probably hasn't played for too long, and the interest is so high that Zheng Er is stunned, using her little sister as a shield, and she runs away with Zheng Er in her arms.

"Hey?!Childe, Childe!!You, you come back early~~~~" Cui Niang waved her handkerchief and called behind Zi Mo, poor Xiao Zimo, like the charge, had long since disappeared. She carried Zheng Er around the ancient tree of the temple a few times, and then stopped outside a wall of red brick painted walls.

Xiao Zimo spit two mouthfuls of spit into the palm of his hand, ready to move his muscles and bones to climb the wall in the inner hall of the White Horse Temple.

"Brother, brother?" Zheng Er opened her innocent eyes and pulled the corners of Zimo's clothes, and looked at Xiao Zimo a little stunned, as if she was frightened by the fact that this beautiful man with a dignified and mature appearance on weekdays could still behave like this, she didn't expect that the almost perfect brother in her heart would have such a naughty appearance, and suddenly forgot to blink her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Zimo asked her.

"Do you really want to climb in?"

"Of course, that door is guarded by the novices, if we don't climb the wall, will we dig a hole?" Zi Mo disagreed and continued to move her muscles, she loved to climb trees and walls with her third brother when she was a child, and was about to reminisce about it, when she suddenly thought that Zheng Er couldn't climb, she patted her head, and tearfully decided to give up this nostalgic pleasure first, so she hugged Zheng Er again, and performed light skills with a whoosh, and easily jumped over the low wall in an instant, like a feather, and the sound of the wind blowing to the ground.

。。。。。。 Zheng Er didn't even let out an exclamation, she had already slipped into the inner hall of the temple with Zimo, everything happened so fast that the little girl had no reaction except for blinking her eyes.

Zi Mo hugged Zheng Er in his arms, covered her little face, saw that someone was coming, so he hid behind a hundred-year-old tree, and when people left, he took Zheng Er's hand, and the two wandered in the courtyard of the inner hall of the huge White Horse Temple, which has almost no tourists, and was comfortable and shuttled through the path paved with cobblestone. Turning around, I saw the inscription, slipped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and then saw that there were no martial arts treasures were all kinds of Sanskrit scriptures Xiao Zimo slipped out unconsciously, full of pride, Zi Mo carried Zheng Er, who was already tired, picked a lot of strange plant branches for her, although there were no flowers in this winter, but the ancient trees of the White Horse Temple grew very rare, that is, there were only leaves, Zheng Er's little girl also held a handful of green leaves and a very happy quilt Mo on her back.

Zheng Er was tired of playing, holding various branches in her hands, and was still humming Jiangnan tunes, and slowly fell asleep on Zimo's back with her head down.

Hehe, Xiao Zimo looked back at the little girl who was already dozing off, thinking that the hour was not early, so he planned to go back, and walked all the way to Qiyun Pagoda Courtyard.

The sound of worshipping Buddha in this Qiyun Pagoda Courtyard is bursting, and it is the voice of women chanting Buddha, and I think this is the famous bhikshuni dojo of White Horse Temple. Zi Mo looked at the incense burning inside, and didn't look carefully, she lived in the nunnery before she was five years old, and passed in front of the Qiyun Pagoda Courtyard, and she couldn't help but have all kinds of flashes of the past in her heart. Stunned, Zi Mo actually bumped into a nun.

"Oh Buddha Mita. The bhikshuni gave a salute, and Zimo quickly apologized again and again.

When she looked up, the nun was about thirty years old, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, and she looked very familiar.

"Good, good, is the donor here to do things in the inner hall? When the nun had finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave.

"Master Jinghui?" Zi Mo couldn't help but exclaim.

"Who are you?" the nun turned her head and looked back at Zi Mo, but she didn't recognize it.

"Master Jinghui。。。。。。 When I was a child, you always took me with me, do you remember。。。。。。。? Zi Mo was so excited that he couldn't say everything for a while.

Thinking about it more than ten years ago, this Jinghui master was also a little nun who was just starting out in her teens, and the master of the nunnery often sent Zimo to Jinghui to take care of, thinking that she was already a young monk, and she was a little girl at all, so it was difficult for her to bring a little milk baby.

“。。。。。。 Su'er ?。。。 Are you Gao Su, Gao Xiaojun?" Master Jinghui was stunned for a while.

"Yes, Sister Jinghui, it's me! Xiaoqian has seen Sister Jinghui!" Zi Mo bowed down and was about to salute, but Jinghui hurriedly helped her up: "I can't stand it, I can't stand it, I can't stand it, I can't stand it, I can't afford your gift." Jinghui never thought that after more than ten years of separation, she would be able to meet again. Thinking that he was a monk at a young age, he was so excited to be so fated with this child.

Zi Mo was also very moved, although this Jinghui was not a good wife and mother in the temple to take care of her, and Zi Mo would shout a few times when she was annoyed, but Zi Mo, who was still in swaddling clothes, was raised by this nun all the way, and when she woke up hungry in the middle of the night, only Jinghui would feed her with goat's milk, bit by bit, and never forget.

"Master Gao, you are now eighteen, and the days are really fast。。。。。。 Seeing that the child at the beginning, now so tall and big, Jinghui in her heart... Is... ”

Master Jinghui wiped her tears, she was afraid that Zi Mo was a little troublemaker, which affected her practice, but Zi Mo came out of the nunnery, how could she not worry about it? Later, Gao Cheng met and assassinated Dongbai Hall, and the presiding teacher was too afraid of any involvement, so she did not allow the nuns who knew about it to mention it again, she wanted to come and see Zi Mo, but it was inconvenient for the monks.

"Mrs. Shi, is her old man okay? I really haven't visited her for a long time. Zi Mo still remembers that the teacher was too kind and kind, but he was still unwilling to stay in this era in those years, so he stirred up trouble everywhere, and tossed hard to see who was not pleasing to the eye, and as soon as others said that the children of the nunnery rushed up to fight with the children in the mountains outside the nunnery, it also made the teacher unbearable, and he was expelled by a letter, but he was also indistinguishable and naïve. Zimo remembered those years, and couldn't help but laugh with tears.

"Mrs. Shi, she is fine, thank you for worrying. It's like a big dream to think about it, Su'er at that time was so big。。。。。。 If your mother sees it, she can also smile at Jiuquan. "Jinghui never mentioned Zi Mo's mother, she only knew that she used to live in a meditation room with Jing Hui, so Mrs. Shi asked her to take care of Zi Mo.

Xiao Zimo had never inquired about this mother who had passed away early, and now that he thought about it, he missed it even more.

"Master, my mother。。。。。。 My father never mentioned her, and I knew that the masters in the nunnery didn't want to mention it, but I was so old that I never knew the details of my own mother. ”

"Your mother is a stunning woman, and she is also a hard-working woman. I know that she is from Jiangnan, I don't know if she suffered a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, and fainted outside our nunnery with hunger and cold all the way. Seeing that she was pitiful, Mrs. Shi took her in. I'm not afraid of your jokes, I, I didn't like your mother at first. She is leading the practice, and it has only been more than a year since she entered the pure land of Buddhism, and her cultivation is very shallow, but Mrs. Shi, she is very partial to her, hehe, I was young at the time, and I bullied her if I had nothing to do, and your mother was honest and didn't complain, so she would cry. Jinghui took Zi Mo's hand and said with a smile, as if she had returned to those times.

"Hehe, what happened later?"

"Although your mother said that she fled to the north, but her words and deeds can be seen that she is not from a small family, she is literate, writes well, and is knowledgeable, although the clothes she wore when she entered the nunnery were tattered, but as soon as the little face was raised, we little nuns were stunned。。。。。。 Su'er, you really look like your mother, really, the country and the city, your mother still has a lot of sorrow between her eyebrows and eyes, and told her that she wants to become a monk, and she doesn't want to pay attention to any earthly things. After the master had a deep talk with her, he promised her that if she had practiced for two years with her hair, she would promise her if she wanted to become a monk. Your mother eats vegetarian Buddha every day, and she really wants to be accompanied by the green lantern ancient Buddha in this good youth, but later, God didn't let her go, who would have thought that the dignified Gao Cheng Gao Prime Minister would come to my small nunnery to take shelter from the rain because of the heavy rain in the outing?"

“。。。。。。 I know that my father is not a good man and a woman, he must have forced my mother to kiss. Zi Mo rolled his eyelids and said.

"Hehe, who's to say it's not. What kind of person is Gao Cheng, our entire small nunnery is not turned over by him with one hand to cover the sky, but your father is also a person who knows and is interested, and he has also put a lot of hard work on your mother, but it is not what you think. Jinghui said with a smile.

"Really?" Zi Mo raised her eyebrows and doubted, her young father still knew some tricks to romantically charm the hearts of girls?

"But no, your mother was very scared at first, but how many women in the world would not be tempted by a man like your father? Besides, your father did not force her, she has always been soft-spoken and grinding, and she does not necessarily lose patience to force your mother, we monks secretly count down your mother's coquettish bones and refuse to be lonely, and mock her coldly, in fact, who is not holding back a sense of vinegar in his heart, haha, it's not me who said, your father's set of skills is really a stone will be heartbroken. Moreover, Master Gao is still the prime minister who is the only one in power, young and handsome, and a talent, if he fancies someone who asks for this, how can he not fulfill his wish, this is not you. ”

Zi Mo looked up at the sky and listened to the romantic story of the young father and the nun girl, and she felt that things were not as bloody as she thought. Lang's love for concubines can be regarded as free love, and he doesn't feel so embarrassed and unbearable about this matter all of a sudden. I was about to continue to ask about other things, when a nun came over and asked Master Jinghui to go in.

"Su'er, I'll leave first, there is something wrong with the nuns of various nunnery halls gathering together in Qiyun Pagoda today. It's better to hurry up than to be in a hurry, so that you can meet again with Su'er, my Buddha is merciful, I see you safe and sound today, and the stone in my heart has been put down, and I will go to the nunnery to sit again another day, and look at Mrs. Shi, Mrs. Shi was helpless when she picked you up。。。。。。 Don't take it personally. ”

"No, no, I know that I caused trouble and disturbed the pure land of Buddhism, so my master asked my father to lead me away. I will definitely go back to visit you in the future, and I hope that Sister Jinghui will also take care of her health. Zi Mo made a fuss, and saw Jinghui go back to Qiyun Tower. Looking at the little girl Zheng Er who was still sleeping, Zi Mo felt a piece of relief in her heart, her heart knot for many years is also one of them, and the biological mother who wanted to come to this body was also a child born because she loved her father, so she felt a lot better, she picked up Zheng Er, and wanted to rush back on the way, how do you know, someone called her on the path, it was strange, she actually saw the third brother Xiaowan and the eldest mother appeared together, hey? Why is it so coincidental?