Most of the time the giants in the spiritual world are dwarfs in the real world, so Zhao Huchen actually doesn't have much awe for those so-called hermit masters, in his opinion, a person who closes himself in an isolated environment and makes a so-called saint posture is simply more vulgar than any vulgar thing, of course, this does not mean that he is disgusted with the kind of life that really looks down on Hongchen and sees through personnel and chooses to live in seclusion.

Many nights spent in the mountains and forests, when Zhao Huchen looked up at the sky, he would occasionally reverie that among the stars he saw, several of them had been lost in the torrent of time, and if there was such a planet with unknown life, would there be a person like him who was looking at the starlight with his hands on his head, imagining the same question as him?

Master taught him from a very young age that arrogance and arrogance are the beginning of destruction, and that no matter how great a person is, he will be defeated in front of them. If you start to feel that there is no one in this world who is more powerful than you, then it proves that you have always been just a frog sitting in the sky, and what you see is only a corner of the world.

Many things can be extended from this question, such as are there those people in this world who are truly amazing or represent an era, hiding in a place that no one knows about, living a more ordinary life than ordinary people? Zhao Huchen felt that there was, because he felt that the master and the master were such people.

Perhaps, so is Grandpa.

Seeing the change in expression on Zhao Huchen's face from calm to nostalgia, Su Meiniang smiled slightly but did not delve into it, everyone should have their own secrets, Su Meiniang knew that no matter how the two fell in love, they were always separated by a layer of indescribable membrane, the existence of this membrane can make the two of them stay at a distance from each other that can make them feel safe, people like them are people who have a strong sense of self-defense to the point of perversion, keep a moderate distance, it's good.

"There is a senior monk in this Shangfeng Temple, I will come over once every six months, just to meet this old man, even if the time is short, I will feel that it is worth it, don't look at me with the kind of eyes that see the martial arts master, in fact, if you have that kind of experience, you will feel that talking to such a person to learn what to get is secondary, the process itself is a kind of enjoyment, there is also a bit of evil, twice a year in those two and a half hours I will feel that I am really relaxed, It's not a secret, of course, Zen has but it's not too profound, just some ordinary words can make people relax. Su Meiniang climbed the steps and smiled, because of the exercise, her face without fat powder showed a natural sports flush, and a woman's most energetic beauty was also embellished in this movement.

"Like a confession to a priest?" Zhao Huchen thought for a while and asked.

Su Meiniang smiled and shook her head, although it was a very bad metaphor, she would not pursue it.

After the two of them were in front of each other, the small Tenma Mountain reached the top of the mountain in the middle of the threesome walk.

Although there is no such danger as the majestic mountain, but perhaps because of the luck of the thousand-year-old Buddhism, this Tianma Mountain is also a little handsome, standing on the top of the mountain and looking down the mountain, you can see the mountain road when the two people come from a distance, and then look at the past, as if you can see the wonton stall where the three people come to eat when they come vaguely, and the tall buildings and buildings disappear from sight, which is also an extremely rare scene in the pearl.

A curved cement mountain road leads to the top of the mountain, and Shangfeng Temple, which was not very strong in the first place, was of course very deserted at five or six o'clock, and no one else could be seen except for a few monks.

The three of them came to the front of Shangfeng Temple, as Su Meiniang described when she came, the mountain gate is not high and there is no solemn atmosphere that the ancient temple should have, to the point that several wooden plaques with traces of time are hung next to the doors on both sides, the mottled black font is old to the point that it is not complete, and above the center of the door, there are three black strong characters written in three relatively clear black characters: Shangfeng Temple.

Not gorgeous, not fancy, and even a little shabby, this is the first impression of Shangfeng Temple on Zhao Huchen.

Without knocking on the door or calling for someone to open the door, Su Meiniang pushed open the main entrance of the temple and stepped in.

"The door of this Shangfeng Temple is not locked, no matter who it is, as long as you pass by and you can come in, if it is with the help of a few extra wings, although it is very shabby, but it can also be the owner, you can even sleep on the Daxiong Treasure Hall in an emergency, the side hall, the main hall, the incense hall have slept people, and as long as the temple is still quite generous, you will invite guests to eat fast. This is the case all year round. Su Meiniang explained softly to Zhao Huchen behind her.

"This also has a bit of the meaning of Buddhism to purify sentient beings." Zhao Huchen nodded when he heard this, and his eyes were a little more solemn when he looked at this dilapidated temple, compared to those famous mountains and ancient temples that were chasing fame and fortune more and more, this inconspicuous small temple had a little more majestic Buddha spirit.

"Do you know what was originally written on the two wooden plaques at the door? One piece says a flower, a grass and a red dust, and the other says a tree, a leaf and a Bodhi. Two sentences, six words, originally three sentences and nine words, there is a deep metaphor in it, but later it was personally revealed, saying that it is nine words of perfection, and what face can be called perfection of all beings who are still ignorant Buddhas, so it was lost. Su Meiniang said, took an incense stick from a red candlestick on the left side of the main entrance, lit it and inserted it into the incense burner, looking pious.

Zhao Huchen stood aside, and his heart couldn't help but wonder what kind of character the person who scolded the Buddha for all sentient beings was.

Following Su Meiniang into the old threshold, Zhao Huchen carefully looked at the newer couplet in front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, which was very interesting.

"Small heavens, small earths, small beings, great joys, great sorrows, great wine."

If you don't have the bearing and mind to absorb the country, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold the pen to write this line of words.

If there is really that kind of clever and clumsy person in this world, then Zhao Huchen believes that there is indeed a person in this dilapidated temple who can render this temple into a celestial heaven in the suburbs of the hustle and bustle of the pearl.

It's like a thick and eye-catching but not abrupt ink on the Danqing emblem, which makes people feel refreshed.

On a piece of incense, Su Meiniang saw that Zhao Huchen did not mean to worship the Buddha and did not force it, although she believed in the Buddha but did not force others to worship the Buddha, she took Zhao Huchen into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, there is a Buddha standing on the treasure hall, the Buddha statue is golden, holding flowers, smiling, kind eyebrows, countless big Buddhas and small Buddhas on both sides, and there is a transparent merit box in the corner of one side of the treasure hall.

Zhao Huchen noticed that the transparent merit box was full of large and small coins, but it was strangely not locked, and there were four words written on the wall above the merit box, take it for yourself, keep it for yourself.

"Has that merit box always been like this?" Zhao Huchen pointed to the merit box and asked.

Before Su Meiniang could reply, a middle-aged monk came from the side hall, and the monk folded his hands and bowed, before explaining to Zhao Huchen: "The merit box is not locked, but if the pedestrian needs to take and donate, no one will take care of it, if the person is embarrassed to the point that he needs to go to the temple to get the money in the merit box, he is also poor and helpless. ”

"Is there anyone to return it?" Zhao Huchen asked again.

"Three out of ten." The middle-aged monk smiled.

Su Meiniang smiled and saluted the monk and said, "Master Huiming." ”

"The two of you are at your own convenience." The Huiming monk saluted again, and saw that Zhao Huchen was still looking at the merit box and was distracted, so he left gently.

"Why, don't you think it's incredible?" Su Meiniang stood beside Zhao Huchen and said with a smile.

"That's not it, it's just that the monk is right, if it's really down to the point of stealing money from the temple, it's a desperate situation. It was also appropriate for him to use a word instead of stealing or robbing. In contrast, we ordinary people are inferior. Zhao Huchen shook his head and said calmly.

"I'll take you for a walk again, although this temple is not big, but it is full of essence, presumably you also know how to look at affairs without looking at the surface, many things are more inconspicuous to the more thought-provoking, there are always some classics that are enough to make people stay in the stomach to ponder the aftertaste, and this is like old wine, the more aftertaste the more fragrant." Su Meiniang took Zhao Huchen to the side hall, thinking about the backyard of the temple.

The backyard is the place where the monks usually say or preach or rest or preach Zen, the shadows of the trees are sufficient, the flowers and plants and lotus ponds and small bridges are also readily available, there may not be the brightness of the big temples and temples elsewhere, but although the sparrows are small, they also have a different taste.

Walking to the cloister bridge and looking down, the water shadow is shallow, the crystal clear small pond is scattered with coins, and a few old turtles lie in the water, occasionally climbing up the river bank to lie aside.

A little later, a big stone stands in the middle of the lotus pond, the original small jasper style of delicacy is a bit of a real boulder inserted horizontally, the most fascinating is that the boulder occupies a Buddha character on the front of the stone face.

This Buddha character is written with learning.

"It's written in one stroke, how about it, you can see a little bit of the doorway, right? The single person next to the person represents the person, the other half of the Buddha word symbolizes the twists and turns of life, and the central vertical is ghostwriting the life of a person after all, the unchanging process from the starting point to the end, the essence of the Buddha word is on the last vertical, the force is poured into a thousand jun, and that's it, it's not that no one has imitated, but it's probably about the painting of the tiger is not an anti-dog, and it adds a joke, and I know a master of calligraphy who came here and lived in the temple for half a month, and his group of apprentices thought that the master had evaporated in the world, In the end, he shook his head and sighed and left, seven or eight of which were for this Buddha word. Su Meiniang stood beside Zhao Huchen, accompanied him to look at the Buddha characters, and said with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

(To be continued)