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Whether it is the splendid mountains and rivers with a mind, or witnessing the sunset over the long river in the desert, it is not a problem that Chen Zhongqing is thinking about now. The www.biquge.info premise of the reading for the eternal peace is to help the world, and when he is poor, he can only be alone in the city of Hangzhou, and wait for the opportunity.

Lao Jia's teaching can only become a wonderful trick for the time being, how tall he is, Chen Zhongqing doesn't know, but the people are sophisticated, officialdom, not a knife can solve the problem. Even if it is the ability of the Moda Patriarch to cross the river with a reed, it is just a breathtaking feat in the Southern Jin Dynasty. No matter how arrogant the Jianghu sect was, it couldn't withstand the ravages and trampling of the first emperor Baima Yicong, and after unscrewing off hundreds of unyielding noble heads, the rivers and lakes and the green forest also lost the temper of the Southern Jin Dynasty.

Hangzhou is like a well, and the coup d'état of Bianliang made him build a square patio, and he didn't dare to thunder the pond for half a step.

The smoke and rain of the Southern Dynasty four generations worship Buddha, the Buddha Pavilion Bodhisattva pavilion stands in a forest, since hundreds of years ago the accumulation of incense smoke to the Southern Jin Dynasty is not only endless, but prosperous, there are many believers. In the territory of Hangzhou on Liangzhejiang Road, there is a Honglou pavilion hidden on the Qingliang Peak, and the Daxiong Treasure Hall enshrines one hundred and eight Buddhas, and the weather is majestic.

On the first day of the lunar calendar, Li Lanting invited Chen Zhongqing to climb Qingliang Mountain to escape the summer, and by the way, he went to the Daxiong Treasure Hall full of clouds and neon clothes to burn incense and petition the Bodhisattva of the King of Jizo. The mountain road has nine bends and eighteen bends, and Li Lanting is naturally no older than a young descendant. Li Ruyan, who was dressed in a green-sleeved skirt, supported him and stepped up the steps step by step.

"At that time, my wife believed in Buddhism, and every year on the first day of the new year in May, June and July, she would run to this misty peak and pray for peace with incense. At that time, I didn't fall a few of her, Confucian and Confucian, when I was young and frivolous, I always had a little stinky temper, and I felt that I should respect the way of the saint, the outer king and the inner saint, and save the common people in the world as their own responsibility. In the end, he couldn't even keep his wife. After Mrs. died of illness, thinking about her previous wish, she loved to come here to see the pear blossoms and white snow, and the scenery on the top of the cool mountain did not follow the four seasons, even in May and June, you can still see the pear blossoms in full bloom. Today coincides with the first day of the new year, and I am thinking of taking Zhongqing to take a look at this beautiful scene. ”

Li Ruyan, who was supporting his father, paused in his footsteps, raised his head to look at the silhouette of the middle-aged man's face, and his eyes were complicated.

Without Haohao Tangtang's entourage of slaves, Li Lanting looked particularly stubborn when he climbed Qingliang Mountain. Only when it is inconvenient to recommend it when you are old, you need the support of your daughter.

A way of heaven for a lifetime for a person.

Li Lanting whispered, "After she left, I never married again." ”

Chen Zhongqing turned his head, smiled, helped Li Lanting from Li Ruyan's hand, looked up at the mountain peak surrounded by clouds and smoke, and said, "Uncle Lanting, walk a few more steps, and you will almost be there." ”

Li Ruyan put down his hand, glanced at the figure of the green shirt and white robe involved in the thick fog in the middle of nowhere, and remembered the back of the immortal man he had seen in the Pearl Ten Dawns before, and his expression was radiant.

Qingliang Mountain and other peaks are more than half, there is a half-mountain pavilion, after early in the morning, there are fewer good men and women, only two women sit in the half-mountain pavilion, look like a master and a servant, the mountain peak is thick with clouds and smoke, the master and servant both wear turbans, and carry bamboo baskets in their hands. It looks like a person who went up to the mountain to worship the Buddha and make a wish, Li Lanting nodded politely to the two of them, the other party's left leg arched back, and his hands were folded on his waist, which was a blessing.

The three of them chose a position near the edge and sat down, Chen Zhongqing noticed that the woman was carrying a burden on her back, perhaps because it was too heavy, the strip of cloth tied to her chest stretched out a trace of her clothes, although the headscarf included half of her face, like a graceful woman who went out to buy vegetables, but it still couldn't hide the beauty and beauty of that face.

A striking glimpse behind the beaded curtain manyu.

Looking out from the mid-mountain pavilion is a sea of clouds lingering, like Penglai fairyland, occasionally you can see the yellow crane soaring between the mountains and mountains, the fairy heaven realm, the weather is thousands.

Li Lanting stared at the vast sea of clouds, and said slowly, "I heard that there are immortals guiding the way in Qingliang Mountain, and the Twelve Finger Peak can see the Buddha's light and neon in the sky when people with great opportunities climb the mountain, which is rare to see in a hundred years." The last time was the first emperor Zhaolie traveled through here and rose up to climb the mountain, the last time was the first Confucian Zhao Zeping of the Southern Jin Dynasty to climb the mountain, in front of the Buddhist Bodhisattva made a grand wish, I hope that all Confucian students in the world can be enlightened and sanctified. But if there is a great sage or a person who has a chance to climb the mountain and preach, you can see that light of the Buddha in the sky. ”

When the woman next to her heard what Li Lanting said, she wanted to speak and stopped. In the end, he blurted out, "Prove the world's avenue, I don't know what the Tao is?" The first emperor and the first Hongru, can they really get what they want? Those who have worked tirelessly have really seen the light of the saint Buddha? ”

Li Lanting, Chen Zhongqing and Li Ruyan all turned their heads and looked at the woman sitting in the mid-mountain pavilion.

She sighed to herself and said slowly, "The world is bustling, all for profit, the slave family hopes that this Hanshan Yuan Temple can be less populous." This Buddha's light, I am afraid that it is deliberately propagated, the words of ghosts and gods, cannot be trusted. ”

Li Lanting was not angry, but said calmly, "What the girl said is very true, so I just said it casually, and asked the girl not to be surprised." ”

The maid coughed lightly, and the woman who was talking seemed to realize her gaffe, lowered her head, whispered a word of rudeness, and got up and walked to the steps.

Li Ruyan glanced at a snow-white back, and always felt as if he had seen this person somewhere.

Chen Zhongqing didn't have any emotion for her questioning remarks, and after resting for a while, he continued to look up and walk, the two women took a step first, and there was no one in the middle.

Walking a hundred steps and ninety and a half, when the Buddha Pavilion appeared in sight, the three of them were already tired and out of breath, and Li Lanting, who was physically exhausted, almost gritted his teeth and climbed to the top of the mountain.

Suddenly, a line of yellow cranes rose into the sky.

I only heard that the clouds are deep and do not know where to go, ring the morning bell and resounding to the sky, a hexagonal stupa in the pavilion of the treasure hall, the eight-petal seat of the Goddess of Mercy, one hundred and eight low-eyebrow Buddha are engraved inside, the demeanor is solemn, there is a stone carving under the lotus seat and the king of the Ming Dynasty lifts the body of the tower, the eyes are hideous.

The mountain wind stops, the sea of clouds drifts away in the morning glow, the layers of rocks are stacked like the overseas Penglai Immortal Mountain, when the mountain wind rises, it rolls up in all directions, and the lofty mountains are hidden in the waves of the sea of clouds, towering and thousands.

The most amazing thing is not the towering pagoda, but the snow-white pear blossoms along the road, which cover the stone steps on the platform.

The wind came, and rolled up a thousand piles of snow, and wrapped up all the clothes.

Chen Zhongqing was about to step into the Buddhist temple, but he heard the sound of the piano like a heavenly sound, and the mountains and rivers flowed, like a ring, leisurely.

He and Li Ruyan turned their heads at the same time, but saw that the woman who had climbed the mountain before was sitting in the summit pavilion at this time, the maid was standing on one side, the cloth bag on her back had faded, and a Jiaowei piano was placed in front of her.

The woman wore a white skirt like snow, stroked the piano with both hands, and there were yellow cranes fluttering around the mountain pavilion, quietly coming.

"I remember."

Li Ruyan, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, she looked at the woman in front of her with a beautiful posture, and said in surprise, "No wonder I felt so familiar before, this person is Li Tang Bazhao and Chen Ruyu who are on the rouge list." ”

Even if Li Ruyan was jealous, she had to admit that Chen Ruyu was indeed a well-deserved oiran of the previous generation on the rouge list.

The woman who was called Chen Ruyu happened to raise her head and look at them, smiling like a dai, and her elegance was peerless.

The mountain wind blows, the white pear blossoms fall one after another, and the heavy snow is like a shadow.

The white shadow of a pear blossom crushes the bright red begonias.

Chen Zhongqing's heart chuckled.

Like a nine-day Xuannu, a heavenly immortal.