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Chapter 3o9 Fate

Yanyu Jiangnan, half of Yanyu is in Jinling. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a little bit of convergence, the momentum of the first day was a little more tactful, and the mellow flavor of the smoke and rain in the south was just rightly hooked.

How many buildings in the smoke and rain, the smoke and rain are hazy, graceful and graceful, not the Qinhuai River that is still rich in fat powder even after hundreds of thousands of years, nor is it a slightly rigorous but time-changing Confucius Temple, not to mention the presidential palace that is as vulgar as dog blood, but Jiming Temple, the name is clever, and this place is also coincidental.

Thousands of years ago, the monk emperor ordained the dojo, a hundred years ago Chen Houzhu and the two concubines took refuge in the peach source, time has passed, whether it is the monk emperor who took off the bald head three times or the poet's life but did the emperor's mistake Chen Houzhu, the emperor and the general of the year have become a piece of loess can no longer be traced, success or failure no longer have to be investigated, leaving the foundation of the temple, leaving a rouge well for future generations to admire, mourning.

Holding the rouge and buying the ticket, he walked up to the Jiming Temple, and the Jiangnan graceful smoke and rain that leaked a place gently stepped on this ancient land, Zhao Huchen's heart was as calm as water, without any waves.

Mr. Zhu Ziqing once said that to come to Jiming Temple, it must be a light rain or a moonlit night, with some hazy to brew a trace of ancient flavor.

"I heard the master say, Jiming Temple used to be very Buddha, it is an excellent place to cultivate in a radius of thousands of miles, and the state of mind is a blessed land, in the past, there were many real monks or people outside the square who practiced here, but then I don't know why, that is, the Buddha Qi on this side of the nearly hundred years of kung fu disappeared overnight, and there were some empty shells left in the original blessed land." Rouge lay in Zhao Huchen's arms and told him some secrets that outsiders absolutely can't know, as for the truth or falsehood, but most of the people who come from the mouth of the old fairy will not be fake, Zhao Huchen is happy to listen, Rouge is happy to say, the two of them said softly and quietly heard it is also very harmonious, compared to some people around who can't wait to go up the mountain to worship and enter the temple to worship and take pictures while it rains.

Seeing a short woman with a backpack on her back and a flag with the name of a travel agency written on it in her left hand, and a megaphone in her right hand, she walked by with a team of men and women, old and young, pointing to some ancient buildings around her while walking, saying some formulaic introductions and allusions, but most of those men, women and children pretended to be religious, ran to get incense, knelt on the futon in front of the Buddha statue and bowed down to worship the Buddha, Zhao Huchen looked funny, and Rouge also felt interesting.

"Temporarily crammed the Buddha's feet, and I don't know if it was to satirize this bunch of mediocre people or slap the Buddha's golden face. Every day, such a bunch of noisy people come to annoy me, let alone mortals, even the Buddha with high merit can't help but be patient and angry. It is also very blessed, no matter how good the aura and Buddha qi are, it will be completely corrupted, and the thousand-year-old royal qi will not be able to withstand the sewage of Qin Huai and lead it eastward, not to mention the immortal and Buddha aura of this acre and three points of land. Zhao Huchen said lightly.

Rouge blinked his eyes, hugged Zhao Huchen's neck, and looked at the men and women kneeling on the futon and making wishes with interest.

Bypassing this pile of noisy and noisy tourists Zhao Huchen and Rouge to the back, the building of Jiming Temple is the same as most of the other ancient buildings in Yanjing, all of which are reflected in a crowd, the area has never been very large, a bunch of buildings are crowded and piled up on a place that has never been too big, there is never too much waste of area of the building, even the courtyard is exquisite with some traces of restraint, the rouge well is in a courtyard arched by several temple attics, not big, even a little shabby, It is not worthy of its fame at all, it is in a pavilion, the pavilion is not big, and it can not even accommodate many people in it at the same time, Zhao Huchen's luck is good, when he came, it coincided with the previous group of tourists who left after taking photos and leaving satisfied, after a group of tourists were still busy visiting the Buddha and worshipping the Buddha, they did not have time to rush over, and the rain-filled courtyard was empty at this time.

Walking into the pavilion, taking the paper umbrella, Rouge got down from Zhao Huchen's arms, and looked at the rouge well with a thick wall in the center, stunned.

"Isn't it disappointing?" Zhao Huchen touched Rouge's head and said with a smile. The so-called places of interest and historic sites are mostly "not good-looking" except for the later man-made factors, of course, the Forbidden City or the famous mountains and rivers are not among them, the former is the supreme symbol of China's 5,000-year-old imperial power, and the latter is the magic of nature, which is not easy to compare.

Rouge shook his head, showed a bright smile at Zhao Huchen, and lay on the wall of the well, looking at the dark well, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his head.

"Why is the rouge well called the rouge well?" Rouge looked up and asked.

"Legend has it that Chen Shubao, the last emperor of the Southern Dynasty Chen State, took two concubines to take refuge here when the Sui soldiers entered the imperial city, and they hid under the well at that time, and when the Sui soldiers came in, they shouted to the well, if you don't come out again, we will throw stones, and then there was a cry from inside, and when the Sui soldiers pulled an emperor and two concubines up from the well, they killed the two concubines on the spot, and died by the well, and the emperor also became a prisoner, and the emperor was called Chen Shubao, also called Chen Houzhu. One of the two concubines is named Zhang Lihua, and the other is surnamed Kong, but what they are called is unknown. When the two concubines were pulled up, the rouge on the well wall rubbed on the wall, which was passed down for thousands of years, and then the well water that came up was slightly red, and the stone wall of the well railing could be wiped with silk to wipe out a faint rouge trace, so the fame gradually spread. Of course, this is just wild history, and the authenticity of a story woven with Rouge Well as the core remains to be discussed, but one thing is certain, this Rouge Well does have some relationship with the deceased emperor. Zhao Huchen said calmly.

Rouge blinked his eyes, listened carefully, and after listening, he lay on the mouth of the well and looked at the dark well, as if he had penetrated history and saw the scene of the humiliated emperor in the darkness being brutally pulled onto the rouge well.

Outside the pavilion is the drizzle, although staying in the pavilion can still feel the wetness and coolness of the outside, those misty mist with the splash of raindrops gently spread around the trouser legs, needless to say, this wet and wet weather itself is a rare beauty.

Suddenly, a crisp and ethereal Sanskrit singing voice came from the ear, the voice was delicate, with the immature voice of the unnurtured, especially a crisp ethereal beauty, in this hazy south of the river, it was tactful like a birdsong and a Buddha laughing, and the music was singing in unison.

The Sanskrit singing is sung by Zhao Huchen's rouge at hand, the words are complicated and obscure, the words are clear but difficult to understand, the words are mellow and free, even if they don't understand what they mean, but the tone is subdued, and there is a way, which can naturally make the people who listen have a kind of resonance and resonance, and the rustling smoke and rain outside have become the best accompaniment.

For a long time, after singing a song, the aftertaste is long.

"Uncle, is it good?" Rouge looked at Zhao Huchen expectantly.

"Sounds good." Zhao Huchen nodded and said sincerely.

Getting two words was like getting the best award, Rouge smiled heartily and said softly, "This is what Master taught me to sing, does my uncle want to listen to the complete Chinese lyrics of this bird?" ”

"Yes." Zhao Huchen said.

"Life is like flowers and fruits, and I am afraid that it will be scattered, and there will be hardships in all births

Practice can lead to immortality from the beginning of love to yin into the fetal shadow,

Destined to be like lightning day and night is a dead thing,

The spiritual invisible law makes the resurrection of the dead and the blessing of sin not defeated,

It has never been a lifetime since infatuation and suffering,

The god of death does not lose his life, all of them are immortal, and their lives are impermanent,

All beings have fallen into numbers, and all beings have all worlds,

There is no immortality and death, and all living beings are born and die.

Fall into hell with the karma they have created, the blessings and the consequences of the bad karma,

Good karma is born in the heavens, the Buddha is born in the pure land, and there is no leakage in Nirvana,

Sitting and Zen and Meditation,

A flower, a world, a leaf,

Spring flowers from green autumn to leaves drifting,

Infinitely, if the mind is free, the movement is silent, and the body is natural. Rouge said slowly in a more stable and gentle tone, as if telling an ancient and poignant story, not simply reading, but pronouncing the words in a half-singing and half-chanting way, before Sanskrit, and then the meaning of the words did not change because of this.

"Master said that this was done by an old woman who has listened to Buddhist scriptures all her life in the Potala Palace, and she doesn't know anyone who has not learned any music, but this is indeed what she did." Rouge said seriously.

"Listen to it, the lamp velvet can still be obtained by listening to the Buddha in front of the Buddha for 500 years, not to mention the people, listening to the Buddhist scriptures at the foot of the Potala Palace day and night, compared to the grass and trees, there is a little Buddha spirit." Zhao Huchen touched his rouge head and said with a smile, this lyric is called farewell, Zhao Huchen's deep impression, the first sixteen sentences are from the French sentence and the last fourteen sentences are from the four-point law, the reason why he is impressed is because he feels that this few hundred and nineteen crosses are beautiful to a realm, every word is worth recalling, to a large extent, his interest in Buddhism also began from these 190 words.

"What a child with Huigen." The voice was old but not hoarse, with a little coldness, from the mouth of an elderly woman.

The elderly woman in Tsing Yi coarse cloth, with a long hair, a good face, smooth and natural, a coarse cloth like a monk's robe, with a string of Buddhist beads in her hand, although simple but clean, at this time standing under the eaves of the retreat building looked at the rouge in the pavilion with admiration.

Seeing Zhao Huchen looking, the old woman bowed down and saluted, "I am an old nun who practices through the Tao in Jiming Temple, can I borrow two of you?" ”

I don't call myself a poor monk, but I am obviously dressed in a blue and gray monk's robe, this woman is kind and introverted.

Zhao Huchen knew that her ultimate goal was the rouge beside her, and when she looked down, she saw the girl timidly grabbing the corner of her clothes, and the voice of people gradually came from the distance, presumably the next group of tourists arrived, and when she saw that this woman was indeed sincere, she smiled and said, "Mrs. Shi, please." ”