Lu Chen nodded, looked at Lin Xuan and said excitedly: "It's not a famous mountain and a big river, a stone, a butterfly can have such a magical legend, it sounds very interesting." Pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info.36z.There are interesting things.,Explain it to me.,Tour guide.。 ”

Lin Xuan was very proud when she heard Lu Chen's words, she grew up in Emei since she was a child, so she has a lot of feelings for Emei, and she is very familiar with the scenery and legends here.

"We have a lot of scenery in Emei, and there are many legends, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish telling you in a few days, and there are too many, I also know what to say to you, let's just walk and watch, and I'll tell you what I think." Lin Xuan said with a smile.

Indeed, Lin Xuan said that Mount Emei has a long history and many scenery, and there are many legends and stories in it. So the two of them walked and played, and Lin Xuan told Lu Chen about the legend and origin.

At this time, it was already the moon, and the leaves of Mount Emei had become all kinds of shapes, and the flowers and plants had withered, and Lu Chen found that he saw a lot of withered flowers on Mount Emei, which seemed to be rhododendrons.

So he asked Lin Xuan curiously: "Xuanxuan, I see that many words have withered, it seems to be almost the same, they should all be azaleas, why are there so many azaleas." Read the latest chapter and go online【]"

"Well, you're right, these are rhododendrons. Mount Emei Buddhism calls the azalea "alder". Around May every year, three varieties of rhododendrons are in full bloom in Mount Emei, and from the foot of the mountain to the alpine area of Lei Dongping, you can almost see a large area of rhododendrons. However, the azaleas only bloom in May, and the fragrance of rhododendrons all over the mountain is very beautiful. There are also legends about azaleas, so don't you want to hear it? Lin Xuan said with a smile.

Hearing Lin Xuan say that these were indeed azaleas, Lu Chen nodded. I want to hear what is so special about these rhododendron oils. So I listened to Lin Xuan again.

According to legend, a long time ago, a wandering monk came to Mount Emei to worship Buddha. After he entered the temple, he just bowed, and did not even burn a pillar of incense, let alone donate merit money. After he went up the mountain, he would stay in each temple for a day or two, and he would not even say a word of thanks before leaving.

One day, he walked to Lei Dongping, saw that the mountains and forests here are quiet, so he dressed very neatly, and the bowl he used was also silver, like a rich monk, but he didn't even burn a pillar of incense in front of the Bodhisattva, and a monk felt that he was too stingy, so he said to him: "Master, as far as the old man knows, all the monks who come to worship the Buddha in the mountains must enter the incense, and some also donate merit money, I don't know what the master has to donate?"

The wandering monk replied, "I see that there is nothing missing in this hall, if there is a bouquet of flowers, it would be nice to offer it in front of the Buddha..36z.

"What the master said is very true, but our Emei Mountain is full of forests, especially above the middle of the mountain, the weather is cold, and there are flowers and trees that can't be planted. The monk replied.

Monk Yunyou said: "This is easy to do, tomorrow morning after fasting, we will go to the forest to pick together." ”

At this time, it was late spring in March, and the spring was cold, and some canyons were covered with snow. The wandering monk came to the outside of the temple, recited the mantra in his mouth, and after a while, a kind of tree grew in the forest, and the branches were full of flowers, white, red, yellow, and purple, like a cloud, decorating the mountain forest beautiful and elegant.

The next day, the monks in the temple saw that the monk was gone, and did not look for him. A monk went out of the temple to fetch water, and suddenly saw many flowers and trees in the forest, he was very surprised, and he didn't pick up the water, so he quickly picked a large handful and took it to offer it in front of the Buddha statue.

The monk who talked to the Yunyou monk realized that the Yunyou monk was an arhat. The flowers are offered in the Buddha hall, the atmosphere is solemn and solemn, and the monks call it the alder flower from then on.

Hearing Lin Xuan's story, Lu Chen sighed that the people of Mount Emei are really imaginative, and they can even make up such a story with flowers.

"Yes, yes, I didn't expect this flower and monk to have such a story, there are many temples in Mount Emei, this story should be told by those believers. Lu Chen asked.

Lin Xuan took out a snow konjac and handed it to Lu Chen and said, "Yes, there are many temples in Emei, and the stories about monks and Buddhas are also said. You're hungry, eat snow konjac, and I'll tell you the story of this snow konjac. ”

Lu Chen took the snow konjac from Lin Xuan's hand, and listened to her tell him a story while eating. It's not funny, he didn't expect Lin Xuan to be very good at telling stories.

A long time ago, Mount Emei was already inhabited, and Woyun Temple had been built, and there were monks practicing in it. However, because Jinding is located on the top of Mount Emei, the climate is cold, and there are no fruits and vegetables, so the life of the monks is very hard.

One winter, after a few heavy snowfalls, the outside of Woyun Temple was exceptionally deserted. An old man in ragged clothes came to the temple. He saw that the next meal the monks ate was not only chili peppers, but dried beans and bamboo shoots, so he asked: "This Mount Emei is full of fairy vegetables, why don't you pick them down for dinner?" The monks looked up at the mountain, and there was nothing in the snow, so they didn't think so.

The next day, the old man led the monks over the mountains and mountains, wading through streams and streams, and came to a snow-covered hillside. The old man pointed to the fairy and there it was. But the people saw nothing. At this time, the old man took out a bronze mirror from his body and took a picture of it on the hillside, and the snow on the hillside immediately melted, forming a trickle of water flowing down the hillside. On the hillside, wild trees bloom buds, strange flowers and plants compete with each other, birds sing and flowers are fragrant, and there is a spring light.

The old man pointed to a bush of grass with jagged leaves and said, "This is the fairy." As he spoke, he picked up one of them, and saw a brown tuber like a taro growing from the root. The old man plucked the tubers and put them in a basket, filling the basket for the monks to carry back to the temple.

The old man taught everyone to wash the tubers, grind them into a pulp, strain them, and then put them in a large pot to cook into pieces of gray-black things the size of tofu, and finally put them on the hillside to dry. After a night of snow, the snow has cleared, and the "tofu blocks" drying on the hillside have become as hole-in-the-eye as frozen tofu after a night of freezing and exposure to the sun.

The old man told everyone to take them back, soak them in clean water to soften, and then put them in an oil pot and add dried bamboo shoots to cook, and they were burned until they were yellow and crispy, crispy, and bright, and they were slippery and slippery in the mouth, and they were very delicious. When they remembered to thank the old man, they found that he was long gone. The monks believed that this must be the manifestation of the Lord of the Western Heaven Buddha to help everyone. Since then, chanting Buddha and Zen has become more pious.

In the spring of the second year, the monks found many such tubers on Mount Emei, and dried them according to the old man's practice and stored them for special use to entertain guests who went into the mountain to burn incense and worship. After eating it, people were full of praise and asked the monks for its name.

The monks thought to themselves: it is like taro, and it is more magical than taro, and it is made of snow, so it is called "snow konjac". As a result, the reputation of Emeishan snow konjac quickly spread all over the world.

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