The colorful Fengshan Mountain has a primitive style.

A little-traveled trail, full of wild gardenias along the way, and the snow-white posture crowds the quiet valley, which seems to turn loneliness into a cold color. The beauty of simplicity is really amazing, and the aftertaste is long.

Nong Tianyi and Nong Tianqin traveled to Fengshan together. It was early autumn, and as soon as he entered the mountain gate, Nong Tianyi noticed something unusual: the whole riverbed was not a scene of gurgling water, but a mess of rocks, and although it was a few months apart, the valley was washed away by floods. The original paved road, the small stone bridge, no longer exists, and even the beautiful red corridor was washed away by the flood, and the rest is crumbling. And the fairy mountain did not move. They had mixed feelings and sorrows, and the ruined roads below the mountain were unsightly.

They bypassed the front door, the arched bridge on the side was still there, and climbed the stone steps on the left side of the old house to come to the back mountain path. The riverside is still a mess that has been ravaged by floods.

Happily, under the chaos, there are clusters of red swaying flowers, which look like fire from a distance, but up close, they are wild flowers with graceful curves, and on the curved stamens, a few colorful butterflies occasionally fly down, looking leisurely. In the small shrubs, the wild opens the fragrance of freedom, quiet and calm.

They were almost ignited with passion by this fire-like plant. It turns out that she has a common name, and the locals call it Lao Wow Garlic.

Why has she been hiding in the bushes all over the place, carefully opening, is it because of the course of life, and not willing to show it?

The floods in the mountains washed away the small shrubs that covered her, and she was able to survive without shelter, and she was able to survive in a secluded wild valley.

Nong Tianyi said that her vitality is so tenacious.

Nong Tianqin said, yes, only she is still blooming wantonly.

After walking the gentle road, it is time to enter the valley. The more they walked deeper into the mountain, the more flaming the fiery figure of the elf, the more densely she jumped, the more frightened she jumped, and the more amazing the color became, one by one butterflies fell into the flowers, and the shadows of the flowers swayed in the sun. If it was in the autumn of September, she would be like a magic flower, attracting people's astonished eyes.

The previous displeasure had long since vanished, and they were only intoxicated by her beauty and sexual encounters.

This wild flower is called Manju Sahua, also known as the flower of the other side. Legend has it that she is a flower that grows on the Huangquan Road, because this kind of flower has no leaves when it opens, and it does not bloom if there are leaves, and the flowers and leaves are never seen, and life is wrong, so it is named the flower of the other side.

According to legend, the flower that voluntarily threw herself into hell was sent back by the demons, but still wandered on the Yellow Spring Road, and the demons couldn't bear it, so they agreed to let her open on this road to give guidance and comfort to the souls who left the human world. The flower language says: "beautiful and pure", and it also means "separation, sadness, inauspiciousness, and the beauty of death". But most of them are taken as "sad memories".

Nong Tianqin said that although this flower is beautiful, this story is somewhat unsettling!

After investigation, the other side of the flower is divided into red white and yellow colors, with swelling, insecticide, rheumatism and joint pain, anti-plague and other curative effects, so it is also called the guardian saint of health, only the red one is called Manzhu Sawa (stonegarlic), also known as the flower of the past.

Nong Tianyi said with a smile, it turned out that this well-known flower species was hidden on the unknown back mountain path of Fengshan.

Invisibly, this adds a surprise and mystery to their climbing. Perhaps, like humans, species have their own lives and deaths.

No matter when, every time you climb Fengshan, there will always be unexpected gains. May is the snow-like wild gardenia blooming in the mountains, and September is the fire-like manju sawa lighting up the valley. Snow white is as pure and elegant as a saint, and fiery as a flame is gorgeous and blazing. In this way, snow and fire are intertwined in the sacred land of Taoism, Fengshan Xianshan, which makes them appreciate the holiness and enchantment, and at the same time, they also become more and more in awe of the majesty and sacredness of the mountain.

Flowers on the other side, bloom on the other side, only see flowers, not leaves. Bulbous in spring, leaves grow in summer, flowers bloom in autumn, wither in winter, and life repeats itself. The flowers and leaves never meet, and there seems to be a poignant, regret and sadness that have no fate.

Perhaps, in this Danxia Liubi Fengshan Immortal Mountain:

In the next life, only one flower will be in charge of beauty;

In this life, only be a butterfly, leading the dance;

On the way, just for a fire, focus on burning.

Descending to the bottom of the mountain, at the foot of the mountain, Nong Tianyi and Nong Tianqin came to a wooden house tea room.

As they tasted the tea, they talked to the owner of the tea room about the origin of "Zen tea".

The owner of the teahouse said that he thought of the Zen master Yuanwu Keqin who wrote the "Biyan Lu", or the old monk of Zhaozhou who was called "eating tea".

However, Nong Tianyi believes that the source of Zen tea is the patriarch of Zen Buddhism, the patriarch of Bodhidharma who crossed the ocean from India to China and sat on the mountain behind Shaolin Temple for nine years. I meditated in the cave behind the Shaolin Temple for nine years. Although the monks of Shaolin Temple did not know him, they were afraid that he would starve to death out of compassion, so they sent him food, but the food sent was untouched, and then gradually fewer people went to see him.

Although Patriarch Bodhidharma did not drink or eat, in the third year of his meditation, he was disturbed by the sleeping demon and let him sleep for a while.

After Patriarch Bodhidharma woke up, he was very angry, and he couldn't even resist the disturbance of drowsiness, how could he talk about crossing sentient beings! So he tore off his eyelids and threw them on the ground and continued to meditate. Coincidentally, from the place where the patriarch threw off his eyelids, a seedling of spiritual roots and fragrant branches and leaves grew, and the patriarch picked this leaf to chew whenever he was drowsy during the later meditation - this is tea!

The owner of the teahouse said that later Zen monks also learned from their ancestors, and used tea soup to drive away sleeping demons and nourish Qingsi during zazen......

Nong Tian nodded: Ah, no wonder you said that there is the spirit of Patriarch Bodhidharma in this tea, because you have to wait to reach the most appropriate moment, because there is a decision to tear off your eyelids, there is this clear soup color and aroma......

The owner of the tea room smiled: Now do you know why it is better to concentrate on the portrait of the ancestor than to drink tea intently?

Nong Tian thought about it and shook his head.

The owner of the tearoom smiled and said: I think you know the story of the second ancestor Hui Ke and the patriarch Bodhidharma. The second ancestor stood up in the snow all night long, and broke his arm to seek the law, just to "feel at ease". At that time, he said, "My heart is not at peace, begging for the teacher and peace", and the Bodhidharma patriarch said, "Come to the heart and Ru'an", the two ancestors looked for the heart but could not get it, so the Bodhidharma patriarch said, I have helped you settle down.

After that, the owner of the tea room pointed at Nong Tianyi with his hand: What about you, where is your heart?

Nong Tian was stunned when he heard it, and when he was asked, he spilled some tea in his hand, drank the residual tea in the cup in a daze, and smiled: "The tea is cold." ”

Nong Tianqin also laughed.

The owner of the tea room laughed, and then poured water into the pot to pay tribute to the Zen patriarch of "Zen tea" - Bodhidharma.

When they were done, they left the tea room.