The mountain rock of Beilu Mountain is majestic, stretches for thousands of miles, is located in the north of the geography of Kyushu, the climate is quite frozen, and it is named Beilu because of the large population in the feng shui flow Fang Yan Baili. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The snow falls in the mountains all the year round, and the people at the foot of the mountain look up on weekdays, and can only see the strange pines and cypresses that suddenly appear in the vast snow, and the steep mountains appear to be hazy.

In the small mulberry village at the foot of Beilu Mountain, which is more than ten miles away in the south, there are all kinds of fairy deeds about the Jiuze Temple on the mountain, and the village has been peaceful for more than a hundred years, so that the villagers in the village are grateful, and the little monk who goes down the mountain in the temple is more humble and courteous, and treats each other with courtesy.

Tonight, it's a little dark and it's a little congested.

At this time, at the entrance of Xiaosang Village, there was a man with a somewhat rickety figure, he looked at the village, shook off the snowflakes on his body with his hands, sighed slightly, and walked in slowly.

He casually walked to a thatched hut in the village, stopped, raised his hand and knocked lightly on the wooden door three times.

After a moment of silence, the oil lamp in the room flickered and rose, like a ghost fire at midnight.

"Who, it's so late." The door opened, and out came a slightly older woman.

The rickety man lowered his head and his eyes flickered, but then he looked up at the woman and said:

"My wife has been feeling unwell recently, and I wanted to go up the mountain alone to ask for medicine for my wife, but my child was just born, and my wife was not able to take care of her, so I brought it with me, but I didn't want the snow to suddenly increase tonight, so I wanted to spend the night here and get up and go up the mountain tomorrow morning."

At this time, the woman subconsciously looked behind the man, and sure enough, there was a swaddling baby, and the child was sleeping in it.

She looked at the man, she didn't feel like a liar, and just wanted to open her mouth to let him into the house, but suddenly heard another man's voice in the room.

"Who, child."

"Oh, it's a passer-by, because the snow is too big and wants to borrow it for one night at our house." The woman was a little sleepy.

"Then what are you still standing there doing, let him in quickly, the snow is quite heavy outside, don't let people freeze to death." The man stepped out of it and draped it over his body with a fur coat in his hand.

The woman froze for a moment, then moved away.

"Alas, the family is poor and has nothing, don't mind." The man in the fur coat beckoned the rickety man into the house as he spoke.

The man in the animal skin said to the woman, "Why don't you go and pour a bowl of hot tea for the guests and warm up your body." ”

He carefully took the child from the man's hand and put it on the kang, pulled a wooden chair casually, let the rickety man sit down, and sat on the pit casually and chatted with him.

It is understood that this family lives a relatively ordinary life by relying on the mountains and water on weekdays.

The man wearing animal skin is called Wang Erhu, who grew up in Xiaosang Village and is a native of Xiaosang Village. The woman's name is Zhou Xiaoya, and like Erhu, she grew up in the village.

They have been inseparable since childhood, as long as they find Wang Erhu, they will definitely be able to see Zhou Xiaoya beside him.

As they grew older, the ignorant Erhu and Xiaoya gradually became sensible, and found that each other's feelings for each other had already penetrated into the hearts of the two, and the villagers in the village knew the bond between them, and their parents were also happy to do it.

But for some reason, after getting married, Xiaoya did not get pregnant for a long time, which made the second tiger anxious, and tried the very clever local methods in the mouths of many old people in the village, but it didn't work.

Seeing that the little girl was almost thirty, the second tiger had no good way to think about it, but not long after the second tiger held this idea. Beilu Mountain suddenly came with a news about the Jiuze Temple on the mountain, which made the almost completely disappointed Erhu full of expectations.

Qingyuan, the eldest disciple of Xuanqing Zen Master in Jiuze Temple, will go down the mountain again to help the poor!

After knowing this, Erhu began to inquire everywhere for news, and finally learned through a small monk who went down the mountain in a temple that Master Qingyuan would come down the mountain in three days.

Erhu hurried home after thanking the little monk, explained the matter to his wife, and packed his things early to wait at the foot of Beilu Mountain.

Three days later, early in the morning, at the foot of Beilu Mountain.

Wang Erhu was sitting on an inconspicuous big stone somewhere at the foot of the mountain, looking at the mountain road blankly, Nan Nan said to himself: "Most of the little monks are mistaken, it's almost dawn, and I don't see half of Master Qingyuan." ”

And just as the hour was about to pass, several figures suddenly appeared in the bushes on the mountain road. He looked at it intently, and couldn't help but be happy in his heart, it was Zen Master Qingyuan and several monks in Jiuze Temple.

Wang Erhu hurriedly jumped up from the stone without saying a word, trotted all the way to Qingyuan, and 'pounced' Wang Erhu suddenly knelt down in front of Qingyuan, but before he could speak, Qingyuan said: "I already know about your wife." ”

Erhu was shocked at first, and then remembered the various wonders in Jiuze Temple according to legend, and he was relieved, and he became more and more respectful in the face of Qingyuan.

"Is there any way for the master to ・・・・・・・・" Erhu felt that he couldn't say anything, he was afraid that Qingyuan would tell him that he didn't.

Qingyuan said lightly: "You only need to take two bowls of deep well water when you are young, then boil the water from time to time, pour this powder into it, take a bowl and put it in Hai, and let your wife drink it." With that, he took a small bag from the sleeve of his robe and handed it to him.

When the second tiger heard that there was a play, he hurriedly kowtowed to Qingyuan three times. Grateful eyes were full of tears, but he said excitedly: "Thank you Master for the medicine... Thank you, Master, for the medicine..."

He hurriedly stood up, and after saying goodbye to the master quickly, he hurriedly returned to Xiaosang Village.

After using that pack of powder for a year, the little girl gave birth to a big fat boy to Erhu, which made the nearly thirty-five-year-old Erhu very happy, and protected the child as a treasure, and was even more sure that the monks in Jiuze Temple were all immortals in the sky.

The child's name was chosen by Wang Erhu at the invitation of the old village chief of the village, who had studied the sage books in Los Angeles for several years. He called the child Wang Qianyue, hoping that the child would have the same spirit as tens of millions of mountains in the future.

After Erhu recounted these old events, the rickety man also told Erhu that he had to be.

His name is Yi Mohan, and he is from Los Angeles.

Yi Mohan was originally doing some small business in Los Angeles, but he was cheated out of all his money, and he ended up with nothing, and he lived an ordinary life with his wife.

But his wife's body has always been weak and often gets sick, and she just gave birth to a son a month ago, and her body is getting worse and worse.

It was only then that I thought of the miracles of the monks in the famous Jiuze Temple in Beilu, so I got up the idea of going up the mountain to seek the masters, and came here.

After hearing this, Erhu also shook his head and said to Yi Mohan: "The world is impermanent, people always have to face life and death, but there is a monk in Jiuze Temple, and I think the wife of the Mohan brothers can still survive this time." ”

Zhou Xiaoya nodded again and again on the side, and she couldn't help but feel a touch of sympathy for Yi Mohan in her heart.

Yi Mohan replied in a low voice: "Yes, then there will be two disturbances tonight." ”

"It's okay, but it's not too early for Brother Mo Han, so let's rest early." Wang Erhu smiled slightly.

The snow was still falling, and the occasional cold wind howled and made people shiver.

Inside, the oil lamp goes out, and the world goes silent.

On the second day, Yi Mohan cleaned up and set off towards Beilu in the early morning.

Jiuze Temple, a temple that stands in the North Lu Mountain for an unknown number of years, from the outside, the temple is like a forest, the momentum is magnificent, the top of many temples is glazed and splendid, the temple body is engraved with many immortals, the temple hollow field is upright with several ten-zhang dragon giant pillars, showing extraordinarily solemn and solemn; In the temple, the golden body of the Buddha is placed on the right knee on the right hand, and the fingers touch the ground, which is the seal of the Buddhist high and profound seal to subdue the demons, and deter all demons. This is what the villagers call Jiuze Temple.

According to the current abbot Xuanqing Zen Master said: "Among the many disciples of the twenty-seventh abbot in the temple, there was a monk with the magic power of Tongtian, who defeated and influenced the evil a hundred years ago, and brought it back to Beilu and then disappeared. "It shows how deep the water is in Kuzawa Temple. And today's abbot is also a discerning eye, can vaguely see through the old dust and new things, know the blessings and misfortunes, so the surrounding people also often go up the mountain to pray for fortune, worship the Buddha for fate, and the incense is prosperous.

Yi Mohan wiped the sweat from his head, three days had passed when he came to Jiuze Temple, and it didn't take long because Erhu had told him how to go.

Today, there is no snow, there is not a cloud in the sky, only the blue sea.

In the magnificent hall of Jiuze Temple, Yi Mohan, who was standing in the hall, couldn't help but tremble a little when he looked at the scene in front of him.

There are dozens of monks standing on both sides of the main hall, all wearing robes, the road is not shallow, before everyone, there are three sandalwood chairs, one on the left and two on the right, at this time there is no one on the three, and Xuanqing is holding a Zen staff and sitting on the main seat in the center of the hall, looking at Yi Mohan in the main hall.

"This donor, I don't know what happened to my Jiuze." Xuan Qing sat on the main seat and said slowly to Yi Mohan, who was holding the child in front of him.

Yi Mohan was taken aback by Xuanqing's sudden questioning, and told him the matter in a panic, and then said with some eagerness: "Master, you must save my wife." ”

When Zen Master Xuanqing heard Yi Mohan say this, he quickly stood up, walked to Yi Mohan's side, glanced at the child, his eyes were a little eager, his right hand stretched out from the light purple gold robe, and tapped it at the center of the child's eyebrows. After a moment he withdrew his hand, pinched his fingers, and began to count himself.

Yi Mohan was a little strange, but because of the tense atmosphere in the hall, he didn't dare to speak, for fear of accidentally interrupting Xuanqing, so he could only wait slowly on the side.

After about a cup of tea, Xuanqing was a little inexplicably happy, and said to a little monk beside him: "You, go quickly, go and call Senior Brother Chengming, just say that I have something important to find him, and it is related to the last words of the Golden Cicada Patriarch of Jiuze Temple." ”

As soon as the little monk heard this, he knew that this matter was important, so he quickly ran out of the hall and called out the senior brother Chengming in Xuanqing's mouth.

"This..."Yi Mohan was a little confused.

"Don't worry, don't worry, your wife's business. It's not too late to talk about it when my junior brother arrives," Xuanqing said and then paused, and didn't say anything more.

When Yi Mohan heard this, he couldn't help but feel anxious in his heart, and couldn't help but think: Could it be that even these monks in Jiuze Temple, who are regarded as immortals by the world on weekdays, have nothing to do. Suddenly my heart became anxious.

"Presumably this is your wife's child?" Xuan Qing didn't see the worry on Yi Mohan's face, and looked at the child he was holding in his hand and asked.

Yi Mohan nodded and said, "Yes, I was born just a month ago." ”

"Have you already chosen a name?" Xuan Qing then asked.

"My wife is sick and my heart is anxious...... Not yet. Yi Mohan was even more inexplicable, why Xuanqing always mentioned children, but Xuanqing asked so, and he answered truthfully.

"Then, can the Yi donor let the old man name him?"

Yi Mohan was stunned, a little flattered. Wang Erhu told him that it is common for people to go up the mountain on weekdays to ask their children and grandchildren to choose a good name, but no monk has ever asked for a name for him, let alone the abbot of Jiuze Temple.

"When... Of course. Yi Mohan looked excited and replied.

Xuanqing carefully took the child from Yi Mohan's hand, stretched out his hand and gently scraped the child's nose, and walked out of the hall with the child in his arms to the top of Beilu Mountain, and Yi Mohan also followed.

"I don't know how long it hasn't stopped snow in Beilu Mountain, but it stopped today." Xuanqing looked at the bottom of the mountain as if he was looking at everything in the world, and he also forgot everything in the world.

Yi Mohan was infected by the atmosphere, he also knew that it snowed all year round in Beilu Mountain, like today, not only did the snow stop, but there were very few days when there was no cloud in the sky, and it had been decades since the last time the snow in Beilu stopped.

"For decades, the snow has stopped for a day, there are no clouds, it is empty, and the donor's surname is Yi, Yi." Xuanqing muttered alone.

"There are no clouds, and the sky is empty. There are no clouds and no air. Yi Mohan looked down the mountain and repeated this sentence.

Xuan Qing said: "Yes, Yunkong, Yi Yunkong." He looked down at the child in his arms, and at some point, he had woken up and was looking at Xuanqing with a bright smile.

"You see, he likes the name, right? Clouds. Xuan Qing smiled and teased the child.

Yi Mohan nodded, and was about to speak, but saw a little monk with an old monk hurriedly coming from behind the mountain.

"Senior Brother Xuanqing, let me do what it is, it can't be him. Did it really show up? The old monk who was brought by the little monk asked eagerly at Xuan Qing.

"Yes, I didn't have hope, but now. Brother, look at this child. "It turns out that this old monk is Xuanqing's junior disciple--- Zen Master Chengming.

Cheng Ming looked at the child in his arms, a little uncertain, stepped forward, just like Xuanqing before, pinched his fingers at the center of the child's eyebrows.

"It's... This... It's really ....... Cheng Ming was a little shocked, and then turned his head to look at Yi Mohan.

"Donor, is this your child? Is your wife sick and bedridden? Cheng Ming asked, his tone clearly a little eager.

"Yes・・・・・ it's my child, my wife is also sick, I came up the mountain to ask the masters to think of healing," Yi Mohan replied, a little pleading.

Cheng Ming Xuanqing glanced at each other. "Master Yi, we can't take your wife's affairs as an example." Xuan Qing sighed and said.

Hearing Xuanqing's words, Yi Mohan has been running around continuously for the past few days, plus the heavy snow before, Yi Mohan, who has persevered until now, finally fell to the ground and fainted.