Monk Hongyi is not very old, but he seems to be a wise man who has seen through the world, and there is a wisdom and detachment between his eyes. Probably stayed alone in the temple for a long time and didn't speak, and sat and chatted with Liang Chuan, and the more they talked, the more they fell in love.

"I was born here, raised here, everyone can abandon this temple, but I can't, I have no home out of this temple, the Buddha here is lonely, I can't bear to abandon this place."

"Then we can find a way to make the incense in this Yuetai Temple more vigorous, as soon as there are more people, there will naturally be more monks in this temple, and Master Hongyi, you don't have to worry about the future and what will happen after you." Liang Chuan said casually.

This thing is a piece of Hongyi's heart disease, where is it so easy, including his master, a monk who has attained the Tao, burned out one hundred and eight relics around his body when he passed away, and tried all his life to travel around and pray for people to pray for blessings and chant sutras, but he still couldn't stop the Yuetai Temple from going downhill. Hearing Liang Chuan talk about this, he just thought he was casually talking, and he smiled and didn't care.

Liang Chuan looked at such a big temple, and it would be a pity if it was so deserted. It is also the will of God to come here, it seems that God does not want this temple to collapse, and he has to find a way to save this Yuetai Temple.

"Master, you just told me that there are many legends in our Yuetai Temple, you tell me, I have no other strengths, but I have a lot of ghost ideas, maybe I can have some good ideas, and I can be regarded as a little dedicated!"

This is the same as a tourist attraction, do not chisel a few footprints as a place where the gods ascend, or there is a rock crevice legend that there was a famine in which year when the rice was like a spring, so as to attract a little tourists, how do people know that the Buddha in your temple is more effective?

"Amitabha, the benefactor is kind-hearted, very good, very good." Monk Hongyi thought about it, Liang Chuan couldn't refuse him, took a sip of tea and thought about it for a while, and then said, "Little donor, have you ever seen the two flying towers in the compound?" ”

"Oh? Is it the place where the master was found? Could it be the legend of the ant that the master said? ”

Hongyi laughed dryly, waved his hand and said: "No, according to legend, there was a monk who traveled around with two towers in his hand. One day, the twin towers in his hand suddenly flew away, and he searched for many places but did not find them. Later, when he was resting in an ancient temple, the Buddha told him in a dream, Find the treasure temple, find the place to stand, and the twin towers are there. Later, this old monk from the north has been to the south, all the temples in the north and south of the river, and finally stayed in our Yuetai Temple for life, soon, he flew away for many years The two stone pagodas actually flew in, towering in front of this hall, which is why I was sent by the Buddha, the little benefactor smiled. ”

After listening to this, Liang Chuan said: "Although this legend is wonderful, it is definitely not enough for the incense of your temple to be passed on to this day, are there any other legends?" ”

This legend is not reliable compared to the one that happened to Master Hongyi himself, this stone tower is clearly built by people, and then in order to create a little gimmick and then make up the story, this kind of is not attractive, and it is not as wonderful as the master's own life story.

Master Hongyi thought about it again and said: "According to legend, when my temple was built, the amount of wood used in this hall was very large, but most of the small mountains and dwarf trees in Qingyuan could not find suitable cedar for a while. ”

"It is necessary to know that Jianzhou produces tea, and the gold and silver financial resources are not lost to Qingyuan, so the laypeople here are also extremely powerful, and they are not devout to the Buddha. The mountain lord made it difficult for the master with a hypocritical attitude, and said harshly to him: Our Buddha's magic power is boundless, but he has never seen the Buddha manifest, and now the Buddha himself is short of wood, why can't he manifest his own spirit, and still need you, the old monk, to turn his fate? If you can let the Buddha manifest and break the tail tip of the required cedar tree, I can give alms at will, listen to you cut down, and build a big hall for the Buddha! ”

Yo ho, this story is interesting, Liang Chuan asked suspiciously: "Even if the north wind blows the treetops overnight, the old monk can't bring back these woods." ”

Hongyi said: "After the master made a covenant with the mountain lord, he did it that night, and suddenly the wind swept the wind and the ends of the fir trees were blown off by the strong wind. "Who knew that the master picked up the Zen stick and hit the cedar tree, and the giant sequoia like Optimus Prime disappeared immediately, and in a well in Taiyue Temple, thousands of miles away, these giant sequoia actually floated out one by one, and the wood needed for the main hall was so sufficient."

"How did the mountain lord feel when he saw his fir disappear out of thin air?" Liang Chuan said with a smile.

The mountain lord was so frightened that he quickly knelt down and kowtowed to the master, what he saw with his own eyes was incredible, this is not the Buddha's manifestation that is still what, and immediately planned to scatter all his wealth to worship the Buddha, but our master said that his fate with the Buddha family is not enough, there is no need to worship the Buddha, but it is enough to worship the Buddha in the future. The mountain lord knew that there was really a big Buddha in the world, so his attitude changed greatly, and he respectfully ordered someone to escort the master back to Qingyuan, and went to our Yuetai Temple to see, that giant tree was not the fir that disappeared on the top of his own mountain at that time, and then insisted on being named in our Yuetai Temple, and donated countless silver coins, and the entire Yuetai Temple was repaired, and since then he has shown his face in Qingyuan. ”

"Later, this mountain lord also brought the tea seedlings of Jianzhou to my temple, and now there are many tea trees planted in the back garden of the temple, which are more than 100 years old, and the age of this temple is the same, and they are all treasures of Yuetai Temple."

"Could it be that the tea leaves we drink now are picked from the tea trees?"

"Yes, it was the tea seedlings brought by the mountain lord back then that were picked and roasted by themselves."

These stories were all naughty when Hongyi was a child, and his master told him in order to coax him to listen, and he didn't know whether it was true or false, but now he himself knows that every temple needs one or two mysterious legends to support the scene, and these are simply the stories they made up in order to attract incense. If the Buddha had it, how could he have let his home be ruined like this?

Liang Chuan said: "The two stories are very exciting, but it doesn't seem to be enough, so it's still difficult to attract people outside, otherwise, this afternoon I poured a belly of tea, my stomach was so hungry that I played a three-way drum, and now I am even more scraped to my stomach, I will go home first to have some food, fill my stomach, help the master think of a good idea, this matter will be wrapped up in me!" ”

Master Hongyi smiled and said: "It was the poor monk's negligence, originally the little monk was not hungry when he ate the whole temple, so there is no room in the temple now, otherwise he must leave the little friend to eat a meal in the temple. ”

Hongyi sent Liang Chuan to the door, Liang Chuan pointed to the small shop next door, and said: "Master, you live next door, our two families will be neighbors in the future, I will eat first, and then I will visit the master after eating." ”

Liang Chuan returned home, Shen Yuzhen had already prepared the meal, Ye Xiaochai was busy placing the dishes and chopsticks, seeing Liang Chuan coming back from nowhere, the two women pointed their noses and scolded: "I just called you for a long time, you see that it's dark this day, it's not as good as going out at home, life here is not familiar, what should you do if there is a problem at home for the two of us, what should you do if something happens to you outside?" Who can be counted on to rescue you? ”

Liang Chuan said embarrassedly: "Where am I going, just sit at the neighbor next door for a while, did you call me?" Why didn't I hear that? ”

Next door? Ye Xiaochai tilted his head and asked, "Is there anyone living next door?" How does it look like a ruined temple? ”

Liang Chuan told the story of entering the Yuetai Temple by mistake, and they didn't expect that there was a temple behind them, but there was not even a signboard at the door, which was really too frustrating.

At this time, Bi Zhaosheng came to eat, and listened to Liang Chuan tell the story of this temple, he also sighed, Chengtian Lane was very lively in the past, and his father's printing shop was also doing very well, and the Yuetai Temple was constantly populated with people, but after the business of the port shrank, the merchants gradually gathered in the wharf and the far post area, and with the decrease in the flow of people in this area, nothing was the same as it used to be.

Liang Chuan asked Bi Zhaosheng if there was any good way to rejuvenate this area, and everyone would be able to open the door to do business in the future. Is there a way he will hide it himself? Bi Zhaosheng's head shook like a wave, his own shop was now full of frosted eggplants, and he couldn't take care of himself, where else did he have any good ideas to help that monk.

He grew up with monks since he was a child, and he also knew about monks drinking and eating meat, but later he was busy with his career, and he was with monks every day and had a bad reputation, so he had less contacts.

Liang Chuan thought about it and never had a good way, and at this time, Brother Zhao came back from outside, his face was covered with sawdust, and there was a lot of wood powder on his head.

"Where have you been, come back later than me, and the little hairpin will say a few words to you later."

"I went to the street to see if there was a carpenter's shop, and I couldn't find one on the street here, but there were quite a few in the alley."

"Well, is there a place to make couplets here?"

"Yes, there are not only couplets, but also wood carvings, and the wooden figures are the same as the real ones!"

Wooden people? Reality? Liang Chuan muttered these two nouns in his mouth, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he was eating when he suddenly shouted, there is! scared the little hairpin who was serving the soup a lot, and Brother Zhao also looked stupid, what's there?

Liang Chuan took two mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, and before he could drink a sip of the soup, he happily rushed out of the house and went to find the great monk Hongyi.