A pair of children found a suitable place for themselves in the apricot curtain. Wang Wenxing returned to the government office, and his colleagues had already found a suitable house for him. Wang Wenxing settled in Chang'an.

There are Taihang Mountains in the jurisdiction area of Hedong Town, there is a Wutai Mountain at the northern foot of the mountain range, there is no forest on the top of the mountain, and the peaks of the five peaks are flat like a platform, so it is called Wutai Mountain.

The east platform looks at the sunrise, the west platform admires the bright moon, the south platform looks at the mountain flowers, the north platform looks at the snow scene, stands on the top of the middle platform, stretches out his hand to touch the stars.

Such a treasure of feng shui is naturally highly respected by Buddhist masters. There is an ancient temple built in the Han Dynasty on Wutai Mountain, Huayan Temple.

There are more than 400 large and small houses in Huayan Temple. The layout of the wing room and the hall is neat, the central axis is distinct, and the side hall is symmetrical. Along the central axis, arrange the water and land hall, the great Wenshu hall, the Daxiong treasure hall, and the immeasurable hall.

On this day, Huayan Temple welcomed a pilgrim. Dressed in soft armor, pilgrims lead a group of guards up the mountain. The guards guarded all over the temple, and the pilgrims led only two attendants into the hall.

The little monk went to report to the abbot Master Shenhui, but his feet were unstable and he almost tripped when he entered the door.

"Abbot, there are soldiers surrounding the temple."

"Amitabha." The abbot has words.

"Abbot, there are soldiers surrounding the temple." The little monk repeated it again.

"Amitabha. To enter the Buddha is to make a good relationship. The abbot closed his eyes and sat upright on the futon.

The little monk walked away briskly. When they enter the temple, the soldiers put down their butcher knives. The pilgrims offered incense to the Buddha, bowed a few times reverently, and then turned to come out. Come to the abbot's ashram.

The abbot opened his eyes and looked at the visitor with his eyes intended. "Donor, please be seated."

Visitors kneel on a futon. The little monk brought the tea, and the guest took it and took two sips gently. Originally, it was ordinary tea brewed with tea leaves, probably because of drinking tea next to the monks, and the tea was refreshing and thirst-quenching.

"Master, the hand holding the sword is stained with blood, how can it be removed?"

"The heart of the past cannot be obtained, the heart of the present cannot be obtained, and the heart of the future cannot be obtained. This is to ask your heart. The master picked up the teacup and closed his eyes to taste the tea.

Pilgrims also learn to be masters, closing their eyes and drinking tea.

The master said slowly, "Whoever puts it in, takes it out." ”

The pilgrim sat for a few more moments, then got up and said goodbye to the abbot and left. The pilgrims led their men down to the bronze hall. There are ten thousand small Buddhas on the inner wall of the copper hall, and the golden light is shining brightly. There is a big Buddha in the middle--- ten thousand Buddhas are coming.

The pilgrims stood in the temple, bowed reverently a few times, and left the bronze hall. Come to the scripture pavilion next to it. There is a Huayan Sutra pagoda here, which is made of white silk and yellow silk paste, and the book "Huayan Sutra" is eighty volumes.

A monk with his back to the door, studying the Sutra. When he heard someone coming in, he turned around and was taking a look at the pilgrims.

There was a look of surprise in the monk's eyes, and he bowed his head and folded his hands to greet the pilgrims. Pilgrims greet the monk with their palms together, pass by him, and carefully admire the Huayan Sutra Pagoda.

The thin stems of the lotus flower, the hanging rope of the wind clock, and the eyebrows of the Buddha statue are all composed of lines of small characters, which are very vivid. The pilgrim was amazed.

Until the pilgrims left, the monk always stood with his head bowed. He is a monk who cares about the scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and his Dharma name is Miaokong Monk. Who are you saying that this Miaokong monk is? It was Li Yi, the king of light who escaped from Chang'an City.

Miaokong remembered this pilgrim, one year he and Liu Congjian went to Beijing to worship together. Miaokong had seen him once, and met again in the temple today, and the man obviously had no impression of him, and did not look at him much from beginning to end. k

Li Yi said goodbye to Master Zongmi, left Zhongnan Mountain, and went all the way north. There were no chariots and horses by the King of Light, only a rice bowl and two hundred clothes.

Holding a bowl and a wooden fish. At first, Monk Miaokong couldn't open his mouth and begged for monk's food.

"Donor, please accumulate some good karma." He was just practicing in his heart and was embarrassed to say it.

Monk Myokora walked for two days with a bowl in his hand, and the weather was still very cold in February, and there were no plants to feed his hunger in the wild. Since he has entered the Buddha Gate, he cannot prescribe killing and killing.

On the way, I met pedestrians, some on foot, some on horseback, and some in cars. Myokora observes them, hoping that someone will notice him and then ask for something to eat.

But after all, there was no such opportunity. No one paid much attention to a monk with a hundred robes. No one would associate him with the royal family.

Myokora knocked on the wooden fish and came to a village. It was the fourth day he had left Jungnam Mountain, and the hunger and cold had left him with some prostration. He sat down in front of the door of a house, thinking that after a short break, he would knock on the door and ask for food.

Out of nowhere came a dog, a tall and mighty dog. Calling at Myoka, he tentatively stretched out his claws to attack him.

Miaokong held on to the ground and tried to stand up, but the rice bowl accidentally fell to the ground, and the big dog barked and ran over to pick up his rice bowl.

Miaokong didn't care much, and jumped up to snatch his rice bowl from the dog's mouth. A few more dogs came running from all sides to help. Myokora is surrounded by several dogs, and he punches and kicks and fights with the dogs with his bare hands.

The courtyard door creaked open, and an old man came out on crutches. "Brute, the disciples in front of the Buddha also dare to provoke."

The old man waved his cane and drove away a few big dogs. "Mage, please go to the Humble House to rest." The old man let him into the house.

Myoku held the rice bowl and left a few dog tooth marks on his hands. The old man went to the kitchen and brought him the ash from the bottom of the pot and smeared it on the wound.

"Mage, the old man will bring you something to eat." The old man walked tremblingly on crutches.

The old man brought out a pot of millet rice, Miaokong was so hungry that he swallowed his saliva when he smelled the rice. He took the basin and began to eat it.

After eating a small half basin, the old man brought him a basin of water. He drank half a basin with a grunt. The elegant eating etiquette that has been cultivated for many years is gone at this time.

"Mage, slow down." The old man watched worriedly, worried that he would choke on eating too quickly.

"Uncle, I haven't eaten for a few days, but when I meet my uncle today, I can be regarded as having a full meal."

Miaokong was full and went to the kitchen to clean the dishes and chopsticks, but the old man stopped him and told him to rest in the house.

It was a mud house, with no window paper on the windows and a potholed ground. There was a big bed in the room, a low table on the floor, a few stools, and nothing else.

The old man came in, went to the bed and got a padded jacket, and put it on Miaokong's body.

"Master, you have traveled all over the world, and your clothes are too thin." The old man warmed him with his hands.

At this time, the old man's thin hands were unusually warm in Miaokong's view. He was originally a person who was good at forbearance, but the old man's simple act of helping him warm made his eyes sour.

He turned his head away, afraid that the old man would find out about his strangeness and laugh at him. Someone seems to be coming in from outside.

There was movement in the yard, the old man pushed the door and went out, and his son and two grandsons came back with a wild boar.