In October, Jicui Mountain is still green and green. Ancient pine, lying cypress, forest, green bamboo, mountain birds singing, mountain flowers point green; From time to time, there is a haze and a haze, fragrant and lush; There are also flying springs and waterfalls, and its potential is rainbow.

The distant trees are far away, the smoke is silent, the mist is flowing, and the clouds are vertical and horizontal. Between the mountains, there are faintly about pavilions and pavilions dotted in the meantime, hidden in the green trees, hidden in the smoke and clouds, as if the holy realm of the heavenly palace, so that visitors unconsciously give birth to a feeling of "such as swimming in the painting".

Early in the morning, the Taoist monks of the palaces and temples in Jicui Mountain got up early. Whether it is Buddhism or Taoism, they have the habit of getting up early to do their homework.

Monastic life is a life of awakening, from opening your eyes in the morning to resting in the evening, and throughout the day, you should always reflect on your beliefs, and this awakening can be achieved not only through the reflection of the light from time to time by the individual, but also through the collective practice. That's why people who are out of the house do their homework together in the morning and evening.

When Mo Fei paced out of the guest room, the little Taoist priests of Sanqing Palace had gathered in the main hall of Sanqing Palace, "Sanqing Palace", burning incense and worshipping, ringing bells and drums, and the sound of wooden fish and cymbals slowly came out from the main hall, slowly drifting in the mountain wind, and the entire Sanqing Palace was shrouded in an extremely rich solemn and solemn atmosphere.

Mo Fei walked up the bluestone path in the view, and slowly walked along the winding mountain road. In the early morning, Jicui Mountain is full of clouds and mist, and the afterglow is beautiful. The peak show, the stone cliff, the valley is secluded, the temple is ancient, the pine is strange, the flowers are in full bloom, the scenery is different at every step, exquisite and clear. In the gauzy mist, it looks even more magnificent and majestic.

Feixiantai is a famous scenic spot in Sanqing Palace, legend has it that there are immortals who rise in the sunset here, so it is in the major landscapes of Jicui Mountain. It is very famous, and tourists who come to Jicui Mountain will take pictures here.

Meanwhile. Hisendai is also a good place to watch the sunrise, standing on Hisendai. Suddenly, I felt open-minded, and the mountains and ravines were in full view. In the valley, the clouds rose and tumbled, dyed pale gold by the red sun that slowly rose in the sky. Thousands of red rays overflowed, blending with the slowly rising mist in the valley, making it even more dreamy and misty.

"It's beautiful."

There are tourists who get up early to watch the sunrise and climb up to Hisendai. Looking around, I was deeply attracted by the magnificence and majesty between heaven and earth, and sighed.

Mo Fei stands on the Feixian Terrace, looking at the changes in the smoke and haze in the mountains, and when he enters the eyes, the wind and smoke are clean, the Tianshan Mountains are colorful, drifting from the stream, anything.

There is also the Longhua Temple on the opposite side of the valley. The faint sound of the wooden fish chanting, in the mist, fluttering, even more diluted and ethereal.

A few birdsongs occasionally sounded in the silence of the mountain forest. Accompanied by the sparse whispers of tourists, a few pestles and sparse bells in the ancient temple in the deep mountains, and the faint Zen singing. Coupled with the Taoist rhyme that resounded from time to time in the main hall of Sanqing Palace, all these things were intertwined and fused with each other. It forms a clear and exquisite, flexible and quiet picture. There is turmoil in the silence, and there is depth in the plain.

Mo Fei stood next to a lying pine on Feixian Terrace, and couldn't help but murmur softly:

"The wind blows thousands of gullies and understands the clear sound, and the joy is a savage in the mountains. Arouse the guests in the sky, and come to the clouds to meet the immortals. ”

But he felt it in his heart, and turned the little epiphany he gained in the clear mountains and rivers into clear and far-reaching verses. Its sound is long, drifting with the wind, I don't know how many people can hear it on this high mountain.

"Brother Mo Dao, it's really good Yaxing."

At this time, on the bluestone steps surrounded by the winding stone fence of Feixiantai, an old man with crane hair and a childish face slowly walked in, and the moon-white morning exercise Hanfu showed the old man's temperament free and elegant.

The sleeves of the old man's clothes fluttered lightly with the mountain breeze in his face, and in the mist, which was constantly flowing and changing, it seemed to be an old fairy who came by the clouds.

Mo Fei followed the prestige, but Mei Lao walked slowly along the stone steps of the winding mountain. Looking at the clothes, I'm afraid that I just returned from a workout and came here by the way.

Mo Fei couldn't help laughing and said: "Old man, exercising so early, no wonder he is old and strong, walking between mountains is like flat ground, even some young men can't compare." ”

Mei Lao climbed the last step of the mountain, came to the Feixian Terrace, watched the red sun rise in the east, the mountains of the ten thousand gullies were dyed golden yellow in the clouds of the morning glow, between the peaks and mountains, the clouds and mist were misty, the water vapor and the mountain shadow, the ancient temple language warbler.

From time to time, the breeze comes, the smoke and clouds change, the clouds and mountains are brocade, the morning dew is chaotic, standing on the Feixian platform, can not help but make people open-minded, suddenly feel that the mundane is completely eliminated, the vast and vast as if relying on the void wind and do not know where it ends, fluttering like the independence of the world, feathering and ascending to the immortal.

The feeling of being insignificant, as if there is nothing, makes people spontaneously have a sense of transcendence.

Old man Mei couldn't help but sigh: "The wonder of mountains and rivers lies in this, the Analects say 'the benevolent man enjoys the mountain, the wise man enjoys the water', in this mountain posture and water state, it shows the natural wonder of natural creation, containing the eternal emptiness and tranquility of nature." Lao Tzu's words are natural, and he really deserves to be a sage who is wise according to the ancient and modern, and every time he tastes it, he seems to have a sense of unfinished meaning, as if this short four words contain endless philosophy. ”

Mo Fei said with a smile: "It is precisely this truth that people are in harmony between mountains and rivers, and it is easier to achieve harmony between thinking and environment.

Taking the tranquil nature as the object of contemplation and meditation, let one's state of mind be in a state of emptiness that is close to extinction, and deep in the heart, like the light spontaneously, produces insight and insight and a feeling of the unity of all things, and enters the realm of selflessness where things and self are combined.

The so-called Tao is natural, and this is the case. ”

When Mei Lao heard Mo Fei's words, he couldn't help but smile and said: "Mo Daoyou explained the wonders of nature so clearly, originally the Tao was like an antelope hanging horns, but under the words of Daoyou, it was like ink on Danqing paper. If there is a Taoist here, maybe he will have an epiphany because of this, and the path will be greatly advanced. ”

After that, he sighed again: "It's a pity that I don't have a chance to be in the Tao, although this is the case, I also have some understanding." I heard the poems chanted by Taoist friends, and just listened to some witty words from Taoist friends, and occasionally had inspiration, so I also gave back a song to Taoist friends. ”

In other words, looking at the distant mountains, the sky is light and clouds, the cliffs and clouds are trees, a few birds are singing in the mountains, several bells are ringing in the ancient temple, and there is a long Zen sound and rhyme. Mei Lao chanted softly:

"Yunsheng Qionglou dreams of Peng Mountain, and flowers fly in the fog to turn into lotus platforms. There is heaven and earth in the heart, and the four seas are cleansed without dust. ”

Mo Fei was about to speak, when he suddenly heard a rich old man's voice coming from the adjacent Zhushou Peak: "Tell me to find it, but it turns out that Brother Dao and Mei Lao are watching the scenery and chanting poetry on this Feixian Terrace." ”

Mo Fei and Mei Lao glanced at each other, but the sound was transmitted to their ears, and only these two people heard it on Feixian Terrace. Hearing the voice, it was the old Taoist priest Xu Xinyou Xu Zhenren.

The two of them raised their eyes and looked at the pig's head peak not far away, only to see a figure walking through the green shade, with big sleeves fluttering, the road crown dusting, and the action was like the wind on the water, without a little fireworks, it was the old Taoist Xu Xinyou.

After a while, the old Taoist priest had already climbed on the Feixiantai, and said with a smile: "After the morning class, I went to look for the two, but I was empty, I don't want the two to be so elegant. ”

"You old thing, you have lived in this Jicui Mountain for a hundred and eighty years, and you envy us for what you have done, is it possible that you were an elm pimple in the past?"

Old Man Mei saw that the old Taoist priest was making fun of the two, and couldn't help but talk back. The two people have been friends for decades, and they are very familiar with each other, so they naturally know the witty nature of the old Taoist priest, so he retorted without hesitation.

The old Taoist priest smiled: "Okay, good, you have sharp teeth, I don't have the same knowledge as you, I dug up the lotus root in the kitchen, and made lotus seed soup. ”

"Even if you have a little conscience, you still think of me." Mei Lao snorted, and then, he laughed.

The three of them turned around and were about to walk down the bluestone steps down the mountain, when suddenly, on Feixian Terrace, in the sea of clouds, there was a clear sound of cranes.

"Wow, look, red-crowned crane, shoot it quickly, it's so beautiful, the sea of clouds and cranes, it's just too meaningful." On Feixiantai, some tourists exclaimed.

Mo Fei couldn't help but stop and looked back, only to see that in the vast sea of white clouds, there was a snow-white and red-headed handsome fairy crane, circling back and forth.

On the Feixian platform, the ancient pine lies horizontally, and the strange stones are emerald and misty. In the sky and clouds, there are cranes dancing, and for a while, it attracts everyone's attention. (To be continued......)