"Hey, where are you going? We've just talked about speculation! The fugitive man stood regretfully in the strong wind brought by the bee eagle, looking at the two figures that disappeared in the dense shade of the trees in a moment.

Despite the incomparable protection from deep into the heart of the mountains and forests, the stone did not stop.

The sudden maniacal laughter of the sick tiger was as evocative as his recitation.

It was like a long thread between him and him, through the trunk of the tree, around the cliff, tightening tighter and tighter.

The stone's footsteps grew heavier, and at last he dragged his trembling legs and collapsed behind a pile of dead branches.

Thinking that the stone was playing a game of peek-a-boo with him, the bee hawk pretended to ignore the stone behind the dead branch and continued to fly.

"Hey! Feed! I'm here! Stone lowered his voice and shouted, not knowing if his voice was loud enough for a hum hawk to hear him.

He didn't know if his voice was low enough to be hidden by the fugitive.

The bee hawk flew behind the dead branch and curled up beside the stone.

He's getting bigger and bigger, and it seems like he's growing every minute. The pile of dead branches could no longer be an umbrella for the two of them at the same time.

The stone listened silently to the sound that echoed in the mountains, and judged the location of the escapee, but in vain, though the thread led him, though the green hills never hesitated to share, sending the beautiful poems like the sun and the wind in all directions.

Zhong Nixi was in Lu, and he called Dongjiaqiu.

Who knows the division of the hundred kings, the saint and the heavens.

To make the courtiers afraid, the pen is sharpened into spring and autumn.

After the posthumous experience, a change was from Zhou.

The ancestral dragon and the six countries are in great power.

wants to fool the world, and wantonly pit Confucianism.

The group of scriptures turned to ashes, and the decree followed me.

The drama is like a cow's hair, and the sorrow is like a tired.

The four seas are like boiling bells.

If you don't meet the Red Emperor, who can be peaceful in the world. ①

Dao Yan was intoxicated by his poems and the sound of the beams, and walked in front of the stone without noticing.

Before Dao Yan's voice disappeared, Shi suddenly realized that he did not have the ability to escape from the intricacies of the dense forest.

In order to avoid falling into the nameless cave again and incurring the danger of nine deaths, he decided to quietly follow behind Dao Yan and walk out of the mountain.

Dao Yan sang all the way, attracting bees, butterflies, and among his many attempted followers, Stone and Bee Hawk.

When he arrived at a magnificent mountain gate, Dao Yan left his wonderful sound on the rugged mountain road.

Looking from afar, the stone found that they had come to Shennong Palace.

"This stinky monk and Nong Qingyun know each other, a raccoon dog, embarrassed, he is really not a good person!" Stone secretly speculated in his heart, and the grace of guiding the way that had sprouted at the right time suddenly disappeared.

In front of the gate of Shennong Palace, a monk guarding the door blocked Daoyan's way.

Dao Yan smiled, stepped forward and said, "Please inform Nong Qingyun, the palace master of Shennong Palace, that Dao Yan of Miaozhian is visiting." ”

The gatekeeper took a moment to look Dao Yan up and down, undisguised his distrustful expression.

"Hehe, what's wrong? Don't you believe it? Dao Yan smiled and was not annoyed.

"You are a monk, why did you come here to visit at this time?"

"What time is this time? Could it be that the poor monks also fly south like migratory birds in winter, hiding in their caves like reptiles? Dao Yan didn't throw away his humor, although he was embarrassed to stop out of the mountain gate.

"Our palace master is not here." The guard tried to dismiss Daoyan, but his reply was not very convincing.

Dao Yan is not in a hurry or impatient, and his smile is always on his face.

"More than ten years ago, the poor monk and the farmer's palace master met. At that time, the poor monk became a monk in Suzhou Miaozhi Nunnery, and the master of the agricultural palace once visited. At that time, he had just succeeded to the position of the palace master of Shennong Palace. He came to find his elder brother. ”

"His elder brother?" Shi Shi was taken aback, "Could it be the Zen Master Zhiyin?" ”

"The master of the Nong Palace said that his senior brother was expelled from the master and lost his trace. He searched all over the world, but I don't know if he finally found ......"

Doyan paused, saw the guard's blank face, concluded that he didn't understand this little-mentioned adult past, and raised the narrative from memory to emotion.

"The farmer's palace master is a person who values alliances, and the poor monks respect the farmer's palace master's personality before they come to visit. If he didn't have time to pay attention to such nameless people as the poor monks, he could say bluntly that the poor monks wouldn't mind. But don't lie to the poor monk that he's not there. ”

"Humph!" Shi sneered and thought, "This Nong Qingyun is really hypocritical, obviously to get something from Zhiyin, but let others think that he values affection." It seems that if I want to expose him, it is not an easy thing, how can others believe me, a hairy guy, and not believe him, the respected palace master of Shennong Palace? ”

The guard frowned in thought.

As a disciple guarding the first gate of Shennong Palace, after the master's earnest teachings and countless experiences of reading people, there is no room for a grain of sand in his eyes.

He is always quick to see and ruthlessly block the threat to Shennong Palace from the palace.

The monk's words alleviated some of his hostility, but he was still suspicious. He decided to reveal some more information to Daoyan: "You are a Buddhist, how can you not know about Buddhist events? ”

"A Buddhist event? What event? The poor monk has traveled all over the world in recent years and has not been in the monastery. Although you can also learn about Buddhism on the way, the poor monks like to climb over the mountains and mountains, enjoy the great rivers, and avoid the bustling market, so it is inevitable that they will be lonely and unheard. You see, when you come to Shennong Palace, the poor monk has been on the rugged mountain road for more than a month. Hehe! ”

"I see, I misunderstood the master." The guard suddenly became enlightened, apologized, and put down the mustard, "The palace master has gone to the Xuanyuan Temple in the capital to participate in the water and land puja." ”

"Xuanyuan Temple Water and Land Puja? Oh...... It is indeed a Buddhist event. Dao Yan pondered for a moment, "Thank you, the poor monk is gone." ”

The heart of the stone is full of flowers, Xuanyuan Temple is his territory, and it is more conducive to him to expose Nong Qingyun as a hypocritical gentleman, as soon as he thinks that the poor Zen Master Zhiyin is falling into the trap of the villains at this time, his chivalrous impulse makes him lose interest in anything else, and immediately decides to rush to Yingtian non-stop.

In addition to being as lively as ever, Xuanyuan Temple also adds tension and busyness.

At the moment of receiving the holy decree, Xuanyuan Temple made a regulation on the time when pilgrims entered the temple, and it was only open to the public at the time of the temple and the time of Shen. The rest of the time they had to prepare for the water and land puja day and night.

The court has allocated a lot of money, so the monasteries don't have to worry about money, and that's why they have to be perfect in every detail of the puja and not make a mistake.

Baotong, the abbot of Xuanyuan Temple, experienced a waterway puja before he came to Xuanyuan Temple, when Zhu Yuanzhang had not yet become emperor.

After an all-night study of historical documents from a dusty database, he urgently convened a meeting in which only the upper echelons of the monastery, the superintendent and the superintendent, presented what he had seen with his own eyes and what was recorded in the literature, and demanded that the perfect solution be supplied, sufficient to solve any unexpected surprises.

Finally, in the early morning when the snow melted, preparations for the Land and Water Festival began, and each step was confirmed by several elders.

There are seven altars, an inner altar and six outer altars. The inner altar is located in the main hall and is the center of the entire puja, where all the rituals of the water and land pujas are completed. The inner altar is dedicated to the four saints and six mortals, where they communicate with each other and get their wishes.

The outer altar is located in the side halls on the east and west sides, and is an altar for reciting Buddhist scriptures, which is used to guide practitioners who practice various foundations.

It takes seven days and nights for a land and water puja to be complete. From the enchantment sprinkle to the send-off, it goes through more than ten steps, and each step is completed by a strict ritual.

Stone has heard of land and water pujas. He often wandered around the Xuanyuan Temple, and although he was deaf to the Buddhist scriptures, he had heard of the grandest and most solemn puja in Han Buddhism, but he had not yet had the privilege of witnessing it with his own eyes.

When he and the Bee Eagle arrived at the Xuanyuan Temple, it was Shen Shi, and the sprinkling of the outer altar had already begun.

Bao Tong took the capital eunuch and the prison and twenty or thirty disciples in a column, holding the Great Compassion Water in his left hand and the willow branch in his right, reciting incantations, passing through each hall and making them the cleanest places.

Stone followed at the back of the line, and standing in front of him was a confidant he had been ruthlessly tricked with.

At such a sacred moment, Shi Shi also put away his playfulness, and cautiously lowered his voice: "Master, why are all your guest rooms here locked?" ”

Zhike's hand holding the Great Compassion Water trembled, destroying the coordinated sprinkling action.

He glanced back, and a look of horror piled up on his face: "Don't make trouble these days!" He almost reached the most majestic moment of his life, "Otherwise you will be beheaded!" ”

"I won't make trouble, I promise to follow the rules! But I don't have a place to stay, Master, you can help me open a guest room, and you can also use the bunk. ”

Zhike is a monk in the temple who is responsible for receiving guests, and Shi knows that the keys to the guest room are all in the hands of Zhike, and in any case, he must impress Zhike with his sincerity.

"No, it's all full, you can go home!" Zhike no longer has the intention to sprinkle it, and has a premonition that doom is quietly coming.

"I have important things to do, I must live in the monastery, please." The stone does not hesitate to show a pitiful miserable state and a lowly face.

"Is it important that your affairs are as important as the emperor's decree?" Because of forbearance, Zhike almost bit off his tongue.

"The emperor decreed that I should not live in the monastery?"

"Nonsense!" Zhike regretted taking the stone, turned his head, and said no more.

"Master, you have to help me find a way, I'm tired!" The stone pleaded bitterly.

Zhike didn't answer, threw away the six, and tried to re-put it into the sprinkling.

The Great Compassion Dharani Mantra floated out of his mouth, circled in a very small circle, and entered his ears again, and the cycle repeated, with only sacred mantras between his mouth and ears, and no dusty thoughts.

Note: (1) Quoted from "The Poems of the Escape from the Void"