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Out of the Daxiong Palace, go to the east side is Qingyun Bridge and Baiyun Bridge.

After crossing the bridge, you will enter the Zixia Gate and enter another courtyard.

Therefore, Qingyun Bridge and Baiyun Bridge symbolize the connection between the secular world and the Buddhist world.

At the same time, because both of them are young people, they walked on the Qingyun Bridge together.

But at this moment, on the originally silent clear sky, the call of a magpie suddenly sounded.

In the open mountains, this cry is clear and resentful, and it lasts for a long time.

"Amitabha, the two donors are really blessed. Entering this holy place of Buddhism, even Xiangrui greeted him. "The monk is a person who can speak the truth, and he insists on putting together completely irrelevant things.

However, at this moment, the call of the magpie also made the two of them feel comfortable, and the words of the monk were more useful.

After crossing the Qingyun Bridge and passing through the Zixia Gate, you will arrive at the Pan Ying Building.

Panying Tower is the drum tower of Bulguk Temple, which is the place to tell the time. Hence the fact that there is a large drum that stands on top of a stone turtle carved out of stone.

In this season when tourists are rarely visited, Cui Zhengyuan and the others are the guests of honor in the temple. So when they walked in, a monk had already beaten the big drum.

Different from the tranquility and clarity of the ancient temples in the deep mountains, the sound of the drum is rapid and urgent, implying the intention of deafening.

"It's called the Shura drum, and it's meant to be intimidating. Buddhism has clouds, people's hearts are evil, and it is necessary to use thunder means to cleanse people's hearts and enter the realm of Elysium. The monk began to act as a tour guide again, explaining endlessly.

The Cui family has been prosperous for generations, Wenfeng is prosperous, and Cui Zhengyuan has occasionally dabbled in the way of Buddhism.

Listening to the words of the monk Zhike, Cui Zhengyuan smiled slightly. "The view is free, unrestrained, and it is a ninefold fairyland. So, ah. This Shura drum is of no use to me. ”

Ha Ji Won on the side watched Cui Zhengyuan drag the text indiscriminately, and only felt that he was very handsome at this time.

Vertical and horizontal, pointing out the country.

Men must have such a demeanor in order to attract the adoration of women, and worship will eventually be transformed into love.

In fact, the explanation of the monk is just a textbook, and his main responsibility in the monastery is to guide tourists to visit.

To put it bluntly, it is no different from the reception of the company.

When it comes to Buddhist scriptures and Zen principles, he is not as good as Cui Zhengyuan. So in the face of Cui Zhengyuan's pretending to be a master, he was speechless.

Seeing that Cui Zhengyuan was speechless about the real monks of the family, Ha Jiwon couldn't help but laugh when he pouted.

This smile is romantic in the spring breeze. It's as if the earth is warm.

It's a pity that this laughter made the monk even more embarrassed, and he hesitated for a long time before remembering what to do next. "By the way, aren't you two going to unsign, please go this way."

waited for the footsteps of the monk to go a little farther, and Ha Ji Won gently poked Cui Zhengyuan's waist and eyes. "As long as you can, you can lose face on other people's territory, and you are not afraid of suffering."

Cui Zhengyuan grabbed her soft hair with his backhand, and said casually: "Buddhism pays attention to the six purity roots, abstaining from anger and anger. A slight verbal conflict. How could it be placed in the hearts of other monks. ”

In fact, he knows that his rich incense money is the main reason, no one is stupid, and he will never get along with money.

Foguo Temple can unsign, in fact, there are not many people who know the Tao. Because after all, this is a thousand-year-old temple. It is also a world-famous cultural heritage, so it is natural to maintain its image.

The rules in this temple, those who want to unsign are either rich or expensive. And the person in charge of the release. He is also the most respected master in the temple.

The place where the signature is released is not as luxurious as imagined. Passing through the pan photo building, there is a cecal path.

Here it is. The trees on both sides are almost right next to the path.

People walk along the path, and the leaves caress the arms of the people, as if it were a baptismal path.

After winding up the path for more than half an hour, I finally saw a lonely thatched house looming between the white clouds.

When the monk came here, he stopped. "The two donors, Jiyun Master Ancestor is inside, please go by yourself."

Looking at the age of the monk Zhike, he is at least thirty-five or sixteen. Even the person he calls his ancestor should have as much experience?

In the hearts of Cui Zhengyuan and Ha Ji Won, an outstanding image of a fairy wind bone suddenly rose.

After saying goodbye to the monk Zhike, Choi Jung-won took Ha Ji Won's hand and strolled towards the thatched house.

Unlike the Bulguksa Temple, which rises from the ground, the thatched hut itself is already very low. In addition, it is in the back mountain, which is even more unnoticed.

If it weren't for the guidance of the Zhike monks, they wouldn't have known such a place in the Dao anyway.

There is always an end to the road, and the thatched hut is in sight.

When they got closer, they realized that the thatched hut was not so isolated.

There was a small open space in front of the house, surrounded by a fence made of bamboo strips, and there were actually three or two chicks running and pecking happily.

Next to these cute little creatures, a short, thin old monk was slowly arranging his farm tools.

If it weren't for the simple monk's robe and the ring scar on his head, some people would believe that he was an ordinary farmer.

The old monk does not have a white beard and fluttering hair, nor does he have a tall posture. Only those cloudy eyeballs seem to be able to penetrate time and space and interpret all the joys, sorrows, and sorrows in the world.

It wasn't until Cui Zhengyuan and Ha Jiwon approached that the old monk slowly raised his head to greet him.

Seeing Cui Zhengyuan's voice and appearance, the old monk actually folded his hands and said with a smile: "Little friend, I haven't seen you for many years, I don't know if I am now a dragon and a phoenix among people." ”

Not only Ha Ji Won, but even Choi Jung Won is a little inexplicable.

He was pretty sure that he had never met the old monk, and he didn't understand why he would call himself a little friend.

Seeing his confused look, the old monk explained slowly. "Twenty years ago, Mr. Cui Wulong once came here with a little friend in his arms. Time flies, I don't know if everything is okay in Gaotang? ”

Cui Zhengyuan was shocked, and only then did he understand the cause.

Twenty years ago, he was only two or three years old. Even if you have the thinking of an adult in a previous life, you definitely can't remember the events of that year.

Just when he heard the old monk mention his grandfather, his expression darkened. "Gao Tang has passed away, and he can no longer talk to the master about the past."

The old monk seemed very calm, and said slowly: "Since the person has passed away, he will ascend to bliss." We are left alone to suffer in this mortal world. Little friends don't have to be sad for their ancestors. Mr. Cui has had a prosperous life and has made great contributions to the country and the people. No matter where you go, you will be respected and loved. ”

"Thank you for the master's praise, I will be able to be gratified if I have knowledge under the high hall." Cui Zhengyuan hurriedly thanked him respectfully.

Anyway, Cui Wulong's appreciation is his glory.

"You're here to unsign, aren't you?" The old monk slowly sat back on a small stool and asked.

He is far away from the Buddha Temple, and usually few people come. But whoever can find this place naturally has only one purpose.

Interview with such a high monk. Ha Ji Won became timid.

Those words full of ancient Chinese style are not something that a person like her can pronounce. So in the situation faced at this time, she can only hope for Cui Zhengyuan.

Fortunately, this young man will not let her down, and he is not wrong with the promise of the ceremony, and he is well organized.

"Master wise, we mortals are always entangled in all kinds of mundane things. I can't give it up, I can't forget it, I can't get rid of it. I had to bother the master to go out and show a clear way. ”

The old monk was noncommittal, still calm and comfortable.

Pointing to Ha Ji Won, he said, "It's this girl who has something on her mind." Little friend, you don't have to ask for a signature. Twenty years ago, your verdict was already made here. ”

Cui Zhengyuan was speechless for a while, he couldn't imagine that when he was ignorant, he had already asked for a visa here.

It's just that he doesn't remember what happened back then. Of course, I want to know about it at this time. "I don't know what the sign that the boy asked for back then, what is the word?"

The old monk smiled slightly, and slowly recited: "The spring breeze is good to borrow, and you can see the peach blossoms for thousands of miles." ”

Cui Zhengyuan muttered silently a few times. I really didn't understand what it meant, so I had to ask for help from the monk in front of me. "Master, what is the solution of this lot?"

See the ancients again. The old monk also seemed to be happy. After listening to Cui Zhengyuan's question, he explained in detail: "This is a lottery that can no longer be auspicious." Xiaoyou is soaring and leaping in this life, and he is invincible. As the saying goes, the spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day. But Xiaoyou has seen all the splendid scenery, how can such a scene be decided? ”

The rest of the words no longer need to be answered by the old monk, Cui Zhengyuan has been able to understand.

Where is Chang'an? This is the capital of the Tang Dynasty.

The old monk used it here, and its metaphor is naturally the center of power.

This sentence is indeed saying that Cui Zhengyuan is destined to have power in the world and fame and fortune in his life.

Even Ha Ji Won understood, looking enviously at the man who was still savoring.

Born in a wealthy family, he is now a peerless celebrity who controls the largest entertainment industry in South Korea.

There is also a national beauty like himself around him, and with a woman's intuition, there must be more than one.

Life is like this, what more can a husband ask for?

It's just that I don't know what my fate is?

Thinking about it like this, Ha Ji Won's face couldn't help but become worried.

Fortunately, Cui Zhengyuan has been a human being in two lives, and he has experienced all kinds of strangeness. Not carried away by this sudden and extreme praise, he was still paying attention to the feelings of the women around him.

"Master, I wonder how her luck is?"

The old monk glanced at Ha Zhiyuan deeply, then took out a pen and paper, and said, "Female donor, just write a word at will." ”

Originally, Choi Jung-won and Ha Ji-won thought that if they asked for a lot, they would take out a bamboo stick from the lottery holder like elsewhere, and then ask the monk to light it.

This unique way of unsigning made Ha Ji Won even more nervous.

Holding the pen in his hand, he hesitated for a long time before he left the word "An" on the paper.

Seeing this word, the old student sighed. Then he leisurely recited a seven-character poem. "If the floating clouds give birth to the floating cloud dream, this place of peace is the hometown. Female benefactor, before the next happiness comes, and cherish the present. (To be continued......)