In this season, which is full of vitality, the people living north of the Yangtze River and on both sides of the Yellow River under the brutal rule of the Jin people cannot feel the warmth of spring. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The walls are ruined, the homes are messy, the tiles are broken, and the eyes are vast.

The people who have lived in this land for generations have long been numb, hopeless, and desolate in this piece of land that has become ruined and desolate after the war.

30,000 miles east of the river into the sea, 5,000 miles on the sky.

The bereaved people were in tears, and they looked south to Wang Shi for another year.

The Southern Song Dynasty court, which was in a corner of the Yangtze River and was still breathing in the small land in the south of the Yangtze River, I am afraid that it had already forgotten that there were still countless people in Jiangbei who were looking forward to Wang Shibeiding, and they had forgotten the now lost territory that their ancestors had fought so hard for! In their eyes, there are no people, where are there any families, only the green mountains outside the mountain, only the endless West Lake singing and dancing, under the clouds and smoke of the prosperous times, it is only the last afterglow of the Southern Song Dynasty court at sunset.

The warm wind smokes the tourists drunk, and makes Hangzhou Bianzhou. I am afraid that only after the Jin people or the Mongol iron cavalry went south to Jinling, the Southern Song Dynasty court will suddenly wake up, it turns out that the Jin and Mongolia have not forgotten their existence, when the interests are completely divided, the fragile court of the Southern Song Dynasty will be in the barbarian iron cavalry, turned into a ruin.

At the beginning of nightfall, both sides of the Yangtze River are gradually shrouded in deep night, and the people who have worked hard all day have already returned to their homes to rest and chat, only the rolling Yangtze River water that does not stop day and night, surging endlessly.

Outside the city of Xiangyang, a dilapidated temple that has been abandoned for decades.

Decades ago, Shaolin, as the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism, closed the mountain, resulting in countless monks in the entire rivers and lakes for such and such reasons, quickly returned to the world, and the temples with flourishing incense were also quickly dilapidated. It can be said that overnight, countless temples that were originally full of Zen incense lost their support, and in the consumption of time, they turned into pieces of ruins.

The ruined temple in Xiangyang City is one of them.

The original plaque of the broken temple has already been catalyzed by time, turned into a pile of rotten wood, the handwriting on it has been traceable, and the Bodhisattva enshrined in the temple has already been destroyed, leaving only some stumps and broken arms, proving that the glory of my Buddha once shone in this place.

At night and night, this ruined temple, which had not been visited for several years, finally ushered in two uninvited guests.

Dressed in dark gray single clothes, wearing a hat, carrying a package, each holding an eyebrow stick, one tall and one short, came to the broken temple.

Looking at the gloomy and dilapidated temple in the gradually darkening night, the shorter young man said with a bitter face: "Senior brother, otherwise let's rest outside today!" ”

It's not that I don't want to have a shelter from the wind and rain, but along the way, every time I encounter this situation, the young man can't take a good rest, don't follow his senior brother, clean up the temple, tidy up, don't want to sit down and rest. has been working non-stop for a day, and the young man really doesn't want to clean up this ruined temple meaninglessly.

"What do you say..." Glancing at the young man, the taller man said: "Everything is practice, you and I are from Shaolin, although we can't restore the grand occasion of the world's incense people, but you don't enter the temple, you don't worship the Buddha, you are a lay disciple, but for the poor monks, this is a great disrespect to my Buddha!" ”

"It's not that you don't enter, it's not that you don't worship!" Lifting the hat, revealing his youthful face, the young man said: "It's just that why do we have to clean up this temple, even if we clean it up, but after we leave, won't this place still become the same!" ”

"How it was before, you and I don't care, what will happen in the future, you and I don't have to ask, but since I have met!" Smiled lightly, the man said: "Then let's clean it up, it can be regarded as cleaning up the courtyard for my Buddha, even if it is still dilapidated in the future, our senior brothers can do their best!" ”

"Hey, I really can't say you, Senior Brother Tianyuan..."

These two people are the two brothers Tianyuan and Kong Mingshi who came out of Shaolin Temple and rushed to Dali to participate in the Buddha Bathing Festival.

Hearing Senior Brother Kongming's helpless emotion, Monk Tianyuan laughed and said, "If Senior Brother Kongming is unwilling, just let Senior Brother and I clean up alone!" ”

"Cut..." Senior Brother Tianyuan teased himself again, Dusk rolled his eyes, and said, "I said that although I said, I haven't done anything along the way!" ”

"In that case, what are you talking about so much, it's not early, let's clean it up quickly!" Tianyuan monk said.

Along the way, although his junior brother became sighing after that, except for the high interest at the beginning, to be honest, although the junior brother complained about what he did along the way, he did not delay doing anything, including cleaning the temple and breaking the temple.

Not to mention, just the number of laughs in such a period of time, Monk Tianyuan feels that he laughed more times than in the first half of his life, and the reason for laughing is naturally because of himself, a junior brother who has a bit of a funny attribute. Indeed, Senior Brother Kong Ming is a very ordinary person, and he who has never practiced Buddhism can't understand why he still does such a thing after a tiring day.

I don't understand nothing, complain casually, complain about nothing, the most intimate thing for the Tianyuan monk to the young man is that even if the young man is tired and tired, he will be honest and serious and accompany him to clean the abandoned temple, without the appearance of dealing with the errand.

Gently push the door of the temple, only to hear the sound of "boom", in the dust, the wooden door that has long been rotten has been in this push, and it fell down.

"Whew..." lit the torch, waved his palms in front of his nose at dusk, looked at the ruins in the courtyard, and felt helpless, hey, it was another big cleaning! Along the way, Dusk has long been accustomed to this dilapidated scene, not only the ruined temple, but also some of the original people's homes.

The spread of the war, so that hundreds of people were displaced, there was no way to return home, did not enter the town, followed by Brother Tianyuan, dusk finally saw with his own eyes what is called "a few ruins around the old well, has always been a family" scene, born in the era of peace, he really can't imagine what it is, so that the originally comfortable and peaceful home and country, into the current dilapidated appearance.

Even if I know that this is a game, I still can't bear it in my heart, it has nothing to do with anything else, it's just that human nature is good!

At dusk, the monk Tianyuan had already found some wood, and after lighting a bonfire in the courtyard, he didn't know from which corner he found two broken brooms, one for each of them, and lit a few more torches to make the broken temple red, and began this big cleaning.

said it was a big cleaning, but in fact, they didn't really clean all the corners, the two didn't have that time, and the two of them mainly cleaned the main hall.

Under the firelight, in the dust, two Buddhist disciples, in this already barren and dilapidated temple, once again ignited the long-lost Buddha light...