"The stone niches are mossy and the incense paths are deep and white-clouded.

The double tree contains autumn colors, and the solitary peak rises and sets. ”

Andong County, the place of military conquest of a certain dynasty; Anton, listen to the name of the place, you will know the geography of this place, it is already the end of the plain, the mountains are deep and dense, the transportation is inconvenient, it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is necessary to garrison a large army to shock the barbarians in the Eastern Regions.

Guyun Peak, it is somewhat exaggerated, and does not go straight into the clouds, a glance at the arrogance of the mountains, but is a small mountain peak closest to the county seat before the mountains, thanks to the influence of the ocean climate in the east, the peak is full of trees, strange rocks phosphorus.

It was already evening, and the slanting sun on the way from work was lazily shining on this side of the world, the east sky was already a piece of green, the west sky was still a touch of blue, and a few clouds were high away, showing a pink light red.

Halfway up the mountain of Guyun Peak, the green leaves are more verdant in the sunset, and a black eaves are picked out among the leaves, which is not conspicuous, and will be ignored if you are not careful. And look closely, behind the black eaves is a black tile ridge, the ridge is quite a bit atmospheric and imposing, the four corners of the eaves are raised, but the gray and yellow adobe wall under the ridge, the gray with black wooden door, and the door under the beam hanging the black gray is not slippery, and strive to pretend to be a solemn plaque, and the plaque on the plaque is almost unrecognizable four square four big characters "Baolin Temple", are telling the embarrassment and unbearable of the building.

The aborigines all know that there was no temple here, but I can't remember in which year, there was a middle-aged monk who traveled to this place, claiming that there is aura here, there is Buddha light behind the mountain, when it is a great place to prosper, many ways to run and turn into fate, it took five years to finally build such an embarrassing temple, and personally named it "Baolin Temple". And look forward to the day when it can be compared to the "Shaolin Zen Temple".

It's a pity that the ideal is always so plump, but the reality is so skinny, the ground is deep in the forest, there are no places of interest nearby, the mountains and rivers are limited, and there are often some mistakes in divination and divination, so the situation of receiving incense can also be imagined, but the middle-aged monk has become an old monk, and the disciples have received five, and they have cultivated themselves here. The old monk called himself the great master of Huai'en, said that it was the core disciple of the famous temple "Shaolin Temple" in the Central Plains, because he had the ambition of Pudu sentient beings to travel all over the world, one day he dreamed that the Buddha sat in the east, his left palm was flat, his right hand pointed to the sky, and he looked at it, a lonely cloud stopped above the Buddha, and the pavilion was like a canopy. So he went all the way east to look for it, and when he got here, he saw the light of the Buddha looming in the mountains from a distance, and then inquired, there was actually a lonely cloud peak. At that moment, it was like a roof of Daigo, and the mouth suddenly opened, my God, the Virgin Mary is above, this must be the place where the Buddha dreams of the Dharma.

It's a pity that such a good story, Grand Master Huai'en told it too plainly, and it has the level of the core disciples of the famous temple, which often makes the old man and woman who listen to the story difficult to hide their tiredness and yawn. After all, the level of culture and entertainment is a bit high now, and it is difficult for people who have watched a lot of TV series to be impressed by this kind of bridge. The old monk also wanted to engrave a stele to remember this grand event, but the vernacular description, coupled with the sky-high asking price of 300 yuan from the master of the stonemason, made the master of Huai'en heartbroken, and dragged the hand of the master of the stonemason to give people a look of palmistry, saying that the five mountains in the palm of the master stonemason are uneven, the east is high and the west is low, the middle mountain is alone, and the lord is lonely and childless. Before I said anything, let the stonemason do good deeds and accumulate virtues, learn from the former sages to donate money and materials to Buddhism, and eliminate disasters and solve problems; Let the stonemason lady who came to deliver the meal listen to a clear blue and red face alternately, the stonemason lady who was pregnant and gave birth in July had already heard a lot of rumors, this time she was so angry that she forgot the Bodhisattva's blame, and picked up a broom to drive Archmage Huai'en halfway up the mountain. The matter of carving the monument has offended a stonemason, so let's stop it.

Far away, outside the "main hall" of Baolin Zen Forest is a small platform paved with gravel, and the gap is barely smeared with cement, and a small cast iron incense burner is placed on the uneven platform. The incense burner contains half a furnace of sand, and there are traces of incense ash scattered on the sand, and three thin incense sticks have been burned for nearly half with no more or less, and there is still green smoke in the curling air, and the slight mountain wind blows, and it really disappears.

On both sides of the platform is the gray and yellow mud soil, scattered around the phoenix tail gray black leaves and regular round holes in the ground betray their identity, this is the vegetable field, the vegetable field that has not been sorted after harvesting the winter white radish. "Before and after the rain in the valley, plant melons and beans", although the sun in the spring in the south is not as good as in summer, it is also a bit aggressive at this time, that is, when the sun sinks, the sky is just not sunning, and it is a good time to do farm work. No, there is a young bald monk wielding a hoe in the vegetable field, and there is a small turned vegetable field next to him. There was an abundance of rain in the south, and although after a few days of sun exposure, only the moisture on the surface of the soil was dried, and once it was turned over, the gray and yellow soil with a bit of decadence was covered by a moist and almost black soil. From time to time, red and green earthworms are turned out, and they bounce and twist their round bodies to burrow into the scattered dirt, or unknown beetles are brought out, and they run away with a roar.

The young monk was dressed in a gray single-layer monk's robe, although it looked a little thin in this cool spring, but there were already a little bean-sized sweat spots on his back, and it seemed that he had been busy for a while. The monk looks like he is in his early twenties, his facial features are very ordinary, and the only thing that can impress people is that he is black, thin, and has a simple face, which makes people unguarded.

When he graduated from junior high school, his parents took a neighbor's three-wheeled motorcycle to the market, and the car overturned down the ravine, killing both. It was a mediocre farmer's home, and the driver next door who drove without a license and operated without a license was also killed in the car accident, although the court ruled that there was compensation, but how could the neighbor's family who lost the main labor force afford it. As the only son in the family who has not yet grown up, the livelihood has become a problem after the death of both parents, although there are also uncles and relatives, but the family is not very well-off, especially the aunts and aunts who think of having to study after adoption, and also consider the headache of marriage, so they refuse to take it in. It just so happened that the old monk appeared in the right place at the right time, and spoke the right language: "The young man is full of heavenly pavilions, and the earth pavilions are round, but it's a pity that his eyes are long and his eyebrows are short, and he looks like he is dying." It's just that Zhongyue is upright, with an eagle's nose like a hook, and this has changed from the appearance of premature life to the ...... of kissing", and it was said that the little fart child was who was arrested, and in the end, it was naturally the great compassion of Master Huai'en in the spirit of "I don't go to hell, who will go to hell", and he crossed the mountain and fell into the grass for the monks to be happy. Of course, if it weren't for the old monk to take him in, I think he wouldn't starve to death, but he wouldn't have known where he would have gone. After the old monk took him in, he gave him the Dharma name "Puyi", and then shaved his degree, which was regarded as a conversion to Buddhism, when he was fourteen years old. Because he was still young, after practicing, the old monk Huaien asked him to help in the vegetable garden outside the temple. Four years have passed, Puyi has also grown into a young man, his appearance is very ordinary, it is difficult to find a kind of ordinary one of him when thrown into the crowd, and there is nothing outstanding, just a long year of vegetable garden work, and in his spare time, he practiced the "Shaolin Arhat Boxing" taught by the old monk, so his body is stronger than his peers.

"Puyi, Puyi...... Master told you to go for a while! A hurried, hoarse voice of a broken gong came from the ruined door.

"Okay, come on." The young monk hurriedly answered, while digging the hoe in his hand into the dirt vigorously, and then hurriedly walked towards the east wing next to the main hall. This is not a joke, go slowly, at least a scolding, a light meal of the ruler, touch the moldy head and punish the Buddha for kneeling and starving. There are only two meals in the morning and evening every day in the temple, and if you don't eat any meal, the day is not so good.

In front of the door of the East Wing, Puyi carefully cleaned himself up, especially rubbing his hands, stomping his feet heavily, and shaking off the soil. Only then did he raise his hand and gently buckle the wooden door that was as dilapidated as the main hall.

I could only hear the sound of a paper in Suosuo, and it took a while to hear an old voice that seemed to be choking after swallowing something quickly, "Enter...... In. ”

Puyi gently pushed open the door that was just hidden, it was already dusk, and the light in the east-facing house was even worse, so a light was turned on in the room, and the orange incandescent light was spilling from under the beams to the whole room, and it was not too bright. The interior is actually decorated with wooden floors, authentic solid wood floors, but they are not polished and smooth, which is naturally a masterpiece of Puyi and other senior brothers who took materials nearby. The interior is not tidy, the center is a rough wooden table, the west is a row of cabinets, the east is a solid wood that is not high above the ground, the plain blue cover is curled and stacked on the collapse, and there is a pregnant May-style abrupt bulge under the cover. In the middle of the collapse and the case, an old monk was trying to sit majestically on a pale yellow cloth futon, but it was a pity that the monkey cheeks with a pointed face and the eyes that pulled down despite the long eyebrows, especially the obvious oil on the lips, could not grant him that majesty and transcendent bearing. There was a white-washed blue and white porcelain cup on the desk in front of him, and there was half a cup in it, and if you looked closely, there were still some yellow pieces of yellow in the cup that were floating in the water.

The young monk who took off his shoes and came in knew that it was not so coincidental, and he might have broken into the fact that the master was enjoying the pastry alone, and his heart was a little tight. But he pretended not to know, and quickly started the low-eyebrow and eye-pleasing mode, the focus of his eyes quickly turned to the tip of his nose, and he bowed with his hands together, "Master, I don't know what to call Puyi over."