In the past, there was a mountain called Ningxian Mountain in the Baicrossyuan Hutong of Beijing City, the legend used to be the place where the immortals lived, in the Ming and Qing dynasties, someone built a temple on the mountain, called Ningxian Temple, which means the place where the immortals settled.

During the Anti-Japanese War, after the invasion of the war, Ningxian Temple was also destroyed in the war, since the reform and opening up, some people raised funds to rebuild this Ningxian Temple, but it attracted a lot of pilgrims to come here to incense, with the increase of pilgrims, the Beijing Municipal Party Committee also saw the infinite business opportunities on Ningxian Mountain, after several meetings of the Municipal Party Committee, the Beijing Municipal Party Committee Municipal Axe, Ningxian Mountain was classified as one of the tourist attractions, and invested 50 million by the Beijing Municipal Axe to repair and transform the work of Ningxian Mountain, after two years, The project is complete.

"Grandpa, let's sit down." Zhou Fan smiled and took the old man's hand, and the grandfather and grandson sat down on the stone pier on the side of the mountain road.

Although I don't know why the old man came all the way to Ningxian Mountain to burn incense and make a wish, but the old man opened his mouth, Zhou Fan, who is a grandson, naturally became a driver with great interest and accompanied the old man over.

"You're such a big person, and you're so childish." The old man looked at Zhou Fan with a smile, reached out and patted Zhou Fan's hand, turned his head and quietly stared at the scenery on the mountain, the old man sighed softly and said, "It seems that Jingcheng has really put in a lot of effort in the past few years." ”

Zhou Fan nodded, it was not Zhou Fan's turn to intervene in this kind of thing, but it could be seen that the old man seemed to have some different feelings for this Ning Xian Mountain, and if the old man didn't say this, Zhou Fan didn't dare to ask.

The grandfather and grandson rested for a while, and the group went up the mountain again, not to mention, the old man's physical strength is really not covered, such a high mountain, even Zhou Fan came up a little hard, but the old man only rested two or three times, and then climbed to the top of the mountain.

Ningxian Temple is located on the main peak of Ningxian Mountain, this temple is built so high, ordinary people rarely have pilgrims to incense, but Ningxian Temple is also famous, so there are still a lot of pilgrims, especially after the propaganda of the Beijing Municipal Party Committee, the tourists who come here for sightseeing have also increased a lot, and there are gradually more small businessmen on the mountain road, because Beijing City has not standardized business management, if you wait until more than ten years later, these small stalls and vendors must have been driven around by the law enforcement brigade.

The temples built in the Ming and Qing dynasties had already disappeared in the war, and the new temples were rebuilt according to some of the citizens' memories of the old temples, and Zhou Fan had no impression of these, so he naturally couldn't see any difference between the newly built temples and the previous temples.

"Let's go." The old man said softly, although he didn't know if it was an illusion, but after feeling this, the old man's mood seemed to be a little heavy.

"Grandpa, are you alright?" Zhou Fan asked softly.

Feeling his grandson's concern, the old man shook his head with a smile and said, "I just remembered some things from before." ”

As a famous temple on the edge of the capital of the Ming and Qing dynasties, in terms of scale, Ningxian Temple is still not small, inside and outside three in, in the middle courtyard into the outer hall, in addition to the door god land, but also enshrine the earth, Yan Jun, Yin and Yang judge, and then enter is the main body of the temple, one hundred and eight Arhat golden body, Buddha Lord Shakyamuni, Guanyin Bodhisattva, etc., there are more than 200 Buddha statues.

Because the old man wanted to worship God and make a vow, Zhou Fan prepared incense and candle tributes early, but in addition to worshiping the Buddha, the old man didn't seem to pay much attention to this vow, but looked at some of the situations in Ningxian Temple more seriously.

"Let's go, let's go to the back courtyard and have a look." The old man waved his hand and led the group towards the back courtyard.

The back courtyard of the temple is a wing room, generally for the pilgrims who stay overnight to live, and then it is the place where the monks gather, the Ningxian Temple is also a big temple, and there are dozens of monks up and down the whole Ningxian Temple.

Although he didn't know if it was an illusion, Zhou Fan felt that the old man seemed to be very familiar with Ningxian Temple, so he entered from the corridor on the east side and walked straight to the back courtyard, but he didn't go far before he was stopped by a monk.

"Donor, this is the residence of the monks of the temple, and people outside should not ......." This monk obviously wanted to stop Zhou Fan and his party, but when he saw a few guards following the old man, the monk's words were swallowed back, although he only glanced at them, but these guards from Zhongnanhai had a unique temperament, and the pressure on ordinary people was still very great.

"This master, I just want to take a look everywhere, and I won't disturb the master's cultivation." The old man said with a smile.

The monk on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhou Fan and the others, and finally nodded and said, "Those donors just look around, but there are some private places in the back, so it's better not to go in." ”

The old man naturally nodded yes, and smiled and entered the back courtyard under the guidance of the monk.

Compared with the front compartment, the back across the courtyard is much simpler, except for the old-fashioned wing, basically there is nothing outstanding, but standing in front of the dry well in the backyard, the look on the old man's face is a little unnatural.

"Grandpa." Zhou Fan gently pulled the corner of the old man's clothes, I don't know why, I feel that the old man has some different feelings for this Ningxian Temple, especially this dry well, but Zhou Fan can't see anything different about it.

"It's okay, let's go." The old man shook his head gently, although it was only for a moment, Zhou Fan still saw that the corners of the old man's eyes seemed to be a little moist.

After a visit, when the group was about to leave, an old monk with a gray head came in, chanting a sentence of "Amitabha Buddha" and said with a smile: "Several donors, the old monk is the host of the temple, and several donors have come from afar, and they will drink a cup of hot tea in the wing." ”

The old man shook his head with a smile and said, "It's not early, and the master's kindness is understood." ”

What kind of identity is the old man Zhou, although he came to worship God in the temple, but it is impossible to have too intimate actions with ordinary people, after all, this person is separated from the belly, who knows if the other party will pull the old man's banner outside, this heart of defense still has to be there, after all, the identity of the old man is here, if it involves some relationships casually, it is also a great thing.

The presiding officer of the temple nodded with a smile and said, "Then I won't bother a few, but a few of them are related to me, especially this little benefactor." ”

The old monk looked at Zhou Fan carefully, frowned tightly and said, "Longyou Shoal, famous in history, how can these two kinds of life appear in a person." ”

Under the strange look of the old monk, a trace of cold sweat broke out on Zhou Fan's head, this old monk wouldn't have seen his own abnormality, didn't they all say that these gods and monsters were all things that fooled people, could it be that there are really people in this world who can break numerology?

The old monk was silent for a while, and then said to Zhou Fan with a smile: "Little donor, the old monk will send you a few words, the sea is wide and the fish is jumping, the sky is high and the birds are flying, and when the donor can't see the other side that day, don't you look back and look at the place you have walked." ”

Zhou Fan was slightly stunned, but he savored the two sentences in the old monk's mouth, which was to tell himself that he could explore the footprints of his life from some things in his previous life, so that he could open the sky, but after thinking about it, Zhou Fan felt that these were just nonsense.

"Thank you for your words, I will definitely remember it." Although he felt that the other party was just fooling people, Zhou Fan still nodded politely.