Murong Ge gently lifted the old monk into the military vehicle and went straight to Jiming Temple.

The Tang Dynasty poet Liu Yuxi once wrote: The six generations of Taicheng competed for luxury, and the knot was the most luxurious. Thousands of households have become weeds, only because of a backyard flower.

Nanjing is an ancient city that has experienced the rise and fall of the Six Dynasties, prosperous and backward, leaving everyone with only loneliness. Although Nanjing is the key to the national dragon vein, it is the best choice for the capital. However, Nanjing is in the south, and the atmosphere of ancient culture is strong, so it can't help but look a little bookish, and there is no wild surname in the north. The peddlers and pawns all have rouge, and finally say that they are dead, but this is the capital for a long time.

Untie a dragon robe and wear a robe. The thunder and fire are about to burn the world, and the same Tai is exchanged for the rooster's song. Towards the Buddha, the heart of all beings. Emperor Wu of Liang's twelve-story floating temple was not built in the end, and even the Tongtai Temple, which had been accumulated by four monks, was reduced to ashes after a thunderstorm.

Now Taicheng is no longer there, but the Jiming Temple, the head of the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasty, stands tall on the Jiming Mountain, and the light of the Buddha shines on all living beings, guarding the original imperial city.

At night, the Jiming Temple was even quieter, and no matter how big the matter came, no matter how irritable the temper gradually stabilized. Mr. Lian Zhan, the honorary chairman of the Kuomintang, also left a poem about listening to Sanskrit sound in the depths of the rooster song.

"Has the female benefactor ever been to this thousand-year-old temple?" Walking to the temple gate, the old monk turned his head and asked.

"When I was a child, I came to my grandfather once, but I was afraid of the Buddha statues in the temple, but I didn't dare to go deeper." Murong Ge still seems to be a little apprehensive now.

"That's a pity, in the ancient city, I haven't been to such a holy place, it's a pity."

"I heard my grandfather say that there is an ancient well called rouge in it, and I have always wanted to go to the well to have a look." His face was full of yearning.

"That's true, it's really still my daughter's family, although I have experienced the Iron Horse Soldier River, I don't forget the rouge."

"Anyway, I already owe her a lifetime, and after all, I still reach the age when dust returns to dust and dust returns to earth. Whether to pick it up or put it down is inconclusive. Let's go, Lao Wei will take you to take a walk around this Jiming Temple today, and take a look at the rouge well you said. It seemed that he had mustered up a lot of courage, and slowly walked into the Jiming Temple with the support of Murong Ge.

At the end of the steps, looking up, the four golden characters of the ancient Jiming Temple are solemn and solemn, but they hide the compassion that no one in the world understands.

"Hey, there are a few monks now who can calm down and chant sutras to survive the world. The original profound and wise scriptures have become a tool for them to sensationalize and earn money. Although he joined the WTO, it is sad and lamentable. The old monk shook his head and sighed.

Walking into the Jiming Temple, a burst of wooden fish Sanskrit sound drilled into the ear. Nowadays, most of the nuns in Jiming Temple live here, and the one in her heart is here to understand the various states of life in the Buddha cigarette. The ancient trees are lush and green, a rare coolness in the scorching heat.

Murong Ge was somewhat nervous, and the shadow left by him since he was a child has not been completely cleared up to now. Looking to the east, Xuanwu Lake was lying there quietly, and after looking at it for a long time, it seemed that there was really a turtle carrying a monument out of the monument.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the rouge well." The old monk took Murong Ge through the ancient road in the temple and came to an ancient well in the east of the temple, where a stone tablet was engraved with the word rouge well.

"Master, can you tell me about the origin of the rouge well?" Murong Ge said expectantly.

"Rouge was originally something that women like in time, but the rouge in this rouge well is not as beautiful as time, and this well is also known as the humiliation well. Legend has it that when the Sui army crossed the river south to capture Taicheng, Empress Chen heard the news and took his two concubines to fall into the well to protect his reputation. ”

There are also rumors that the water in this well was caused by the tears of Shuangqiao. Shuangshuang beautiful women will be princes, and the country will be pitiful to Han Dingxiu. Who knows the miserable well water, and there seem to be tears flowing so far. ”

The old monk walked slowly around the well. "Crossing the river and approaching the labyrinth, Yu Culture and, it is Han Baohu. The rouge at the bottom of the well came out with his arms and asked where Er Xiaoniang was? Early night travel words, backyard flower songs, singing through the river Guannu. The true color of the word field, is the emperor's family counted? ”

Although Murong Ge couldn't understand the meaning, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed in his heart, and tears unconsciously flowed down his cheeks on both sides.

"Since ancient times, how many heroes have come for love and gone for love. How many things have risen and fallen in ancient and modern times, and heroes are difficult to defeat beauties. It is said that men in the world have two lines of tears, one line of rivers and mountains, and one line of beauty. Who knows, the two lines of tears of the beauty are for the man in her heart who can't give up. Let go and see through the red dust, how difficult, how difficult. ”

Murong Ge heard from the words that Master Bodhi also had something obsessed with in his heart. Could it be that it is in this Jiming Temple.

The old monk gently stroked the word rouge on the stele with his hand, and his back was less open-minded to see through the red dust, but more reluctant to the world.

"There is affection to plant, and it is born from the earth's fruits. Ruthless and seedless, surnameless and lifeless. The difficulty is that it is difficult to understand a love word, and only if you can understand it can you understand it. The dust left by the old man should be pulled out by the old man. ”

"Is the female benefactor interested in accompanying the old man to the Guanyin Tower? It may be good for the hatred in the benefactor's heart. ”

Murong Ge nodded, and said in his heart, this place is so gloomy, plus this ancient well, he is not scared to death here.

When I walked to the door of the Guanyin Tower, I saw a couplet on both sides of the door that read, "Ask the master why he sits upside down, sighing that the sentient beings refuse to turn back." The old monk straightened out his bloody robe, handed the Zen staff to Murong Ge to hold, put his hands together and recited in his mouth, "Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate." Then he pushed the door open and entered.

Murong Ge looked in curiously, Buddha cigarettes filled the whole room, and the things inside were not very real. When the Buddha's cigarette wafted out of the door, the contents became real.

I saw an old nun sitting with her back to the door, knocking on a wooden fish in her hand, and reciting something she didn't understand at all. Looking up, Murong Ge was startled, only to see a Buddha statue sitting there quietly, only the back could be seen, but the true face could not be seen.

The old nun didn't seem to hear any movement, and sat upside down like a bodhisattva. The old monk once again put his hands together and said Amitabha. At that time, Queen Ma knocked on the door of the Buddha and said ten sentences, "Nan Wu Amitabha", and then ordered people to erect ten stone tablets. Is it the same for the old monks now?

"Half a century has passed, and what are you here for?" The old nun said quietly without looking back.

It's just that the two of them know each other, and the relationship doesn't seem to be shallow. No wonder the old monk said something like that next to the rouge well.

"Lao Wei is not far from entering the earth, I caused you to hide here to cultivate, and I came here to apologize to you, but this life is fate."

The old nun who heard this put down the wooden fish in her hand and turned around. Seeing the old monk like this, his originally calm face was full of concern.

"Old monk Bodhi, you were responsible for me back then, but now you come to me like this. I have been chanting sutras in front of the Bodhisattva, and I have eaten fasting for most of my life, and I hope to see you again one day. Unexpectedly, people saw it, but it was like seeing a dead person. ”

Murong Ge thought in his heart: "Both of them are high-ranking monks, and they are both masters who have seen through the red dust, but they didn't expect to see the old man but they are not calm like ordinary people." ”

"Let's go, follow me to the Medicine Tower, and I can't say that the Bodhisattva can save your life." The old nun urged anxiously.

"It's useless, the old man doesn't know much. It shouldn't have disturbed your cultivation, but you can't let go of your obsession, how can you enter reincarnation and go to Western Bliss. ”

The old nun has been coming to this Jiming Temple for almost 50 years. Every day, I sit quietly in the Guanyin Building and chant the Buddha. Isn't it her who refuses to turn back? When Guanshi was too young, she was a woman from an ordinary peasant family on the bank of the Qinhuai River, but she was born into a country and a city, without the slightest fireworks, just like an ordinary fairy.

At that time, the old monk Bodhi was already over 100 years old, and he traveled down the mountain to study, passing through the foot of Jiming Mountain in Nanjing. I saw Guanshi Tai by the Qinhuai River. Although he is over 100 years old, he has been to the Buddha all his life, and he is contaminated with the breath of the Buddha Lord Bodhi, which has the meaning of eternal life, and he looks only middle-aged.

Because he only seeks Buddhism, the old monk has not experienced the relationship between men and women. Seeing the fairy-like contemplation of the world, the calm bodhi heart could not help but ripple. Chanting the Buddha every day can't suppress the worldly spirit in my heart, so I take a boat every day to see the world. Every time Guanshi sees it, he smiles knowingly, but words are worth a thousand words. The old monk who only knows how to chant all year round is full of Buddha spirit, which also complements her temperament.

After a long time, the Bodhi monk went ashore to talk to the world. Guanshi has longed for Buddha since he was a child, and was deeply attracted by the stories of Buddhist scriptures told by the Bodhi monk.

As soon as Bodhi came to the riverside to talk to Guanshi about Buddhist scriptures as usual, and after noon, Guanshi invited Bodhi to his own house. The old monk has a good wine in his life, and when he sees the pear blossom wine in the cellar of the Guanshi family, he can't pull out his legs. Taking advantage of her family's inattention, she went to the wine cellar and secretly drank all the pear blossom wine in a large jar.

The red sleeves weave silk and praise persimmon leaves, and the green flag wine takes advantage of the pear blossoms. The old monk was very drunk, and he couldn't find anyone's view of the world and accidentally walked into the wine cellar and found that the old monk had already drunk and couldn't wake up. Afraid that the old monk in thin clothes would catch a cold, he got up and went to the room to bring a quilt to cover him.

I don't know if it's because of the wine or unintentionally. The old monk took Guanshi into his arms and greedily absorbed the body fragrance on her body. He had already taken off most of his robe, and it was messy. Kanyo was instantly petrified, frightened and motionless by the scene in front of him. After reacting for a long time, she struggled to push the old monk out, how could a weak woman who was powerless to push Bodhi, who had been pregnant with King Kong for half a year.

The old monk rudely tore Guanshi's clothes and kissed them indiscriminately. After a while, a body as white as jade appeared in front of him, and his skin was like condensation, and there were no flaws at all.

After a while, the old monk came to his senses and saw his messy clothes and the beauties walking quietly beside him. I can't wait to smack myself a few times. He didn't feel much sorry for the Buddha when he drank wine and ate meat, but he couldn't break the vows.

put on his own robe, and gently helped Guanshi next to him cover the quilt, and ran away. Since then, I have not dared to set foot in Nanjing for half a step. If he hadn't learned that the national treasure had been stolen, he probably wouldn't have come to Nanjing again in his life.

When I woke up, I didn't see the old monk, and I couldn't help but feel lost. From now on, every day she would go to the river and wait for him, year after year. Frustrated, she cut her hair and became a nun in Jiming Temple, but the feelings in her heart were let go.

"It is said that people are going to die, and their words are good, stinky monk, you are a poor poor nun." Guanshi looked angry.

"Amitabha, many years have passed, and the donor should also let go. And why bother with it? Although the old monk was ashamed in his heart, he still said the same thing in his mouth.

"I've been waiting for you for so many years, and you sent me away with the usual words. Your compassion has been given to others, and I have not received a single penny. Guanshi hid his face and cried, and Murong Ge, who saw it, was moved for a while, and began to hate the old monk next to him in his heart.

Which girl doesn't want red makeup, and there is a person who is willing to give up red makeup and wait for you for half a lifetime, what an obsession it should be.

"My Buddha is merciful, I owe the female benefactor, you can only pay it back in the next life." After speaking, the old monk walked out of the Guanyin Building without the slightest nostalgia. Behind him is the bodhisattva sitting upside down.

Murong Ge wanted to call out to the old monk, but the hand holding the Zen staff stopped in mid-air. Looking at the old nun who was squatting on the ground and crying, I felt very uncomfortable.

It is suitable to live in the knot,

To whom the eyes of the heart are empty,

The bamboo couch is broken all night long,

The futon turned out to be Su Huaiyi.

Look at Mei waiting for the moon to return late,

Listen to the waterfall and fall asleep late in the wind,

This fun is not in the mountains,

How many people can know about the mountain.

A thousand peaks are picturesque and cover the firewood,

The stone path is mossy and insignificant,

The shadow of flowing water contains the moon of the empty realm,

The fragrance of falling flowers hits the old monk's robe.

This sect has no delusion,

How can there be right and wrong on the avenue,

The guest does not indicate the fist,

Teaching people to talk pure Zen machine.

"Little girl, I give you this Zen poem, and I wish you your own happiness in this life." After speaking, the old nun sat down and beat the wooden fish, chanting and chanting the Buddha. This time I'm scared to death.

The general is old and new, and the beauty is afraid of the bronze mirror in the twilight. The old nun who is not in the scenery is really pitiful, Murong Ge thought of his mother and the long-hated Chen Shimei, and his tears were afraid that they were not as sad as before.

The old monk went out of the temple gate, asked Murong Ge to prepare a car and sent him to the small village where Suhetu was located, and taught him all the learning of his life, and he had no worries in this life.

Burn the relics of the previous life, and the peach blossoms are 3,000 hairs. It was empty like the body of the Buddha, and in the next life it guarded the red dust for you.

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