A smiling little monk with clear eyebrows led them around.

Listening to his introduction, it turns out that this ancient temple in the deep mountains has gone through a hundred years of vicissitudes, it used to be called the Academy, and then changed its name to today, Yuege Temple.

This temple is very large, and there are many halls, and there is some indisputable direction to walk in it.

After worshipping incense, the little monk led them through the corridor to a lake.

Everyone looked at it and was amazed by the beautiful scenery in front of them.

A three-storey pavilion, golden throughout, sits in the middle of the lake in the moon. The shadow in the water complements the surrounding mountains and lakes and is extremely harmonious. The attic has three floors, like a slender woman sitting in the middle of the lake, quietly lowering her eyes.

Gao Lan couldn't help but say: "Could this be the Moon Pavilion in the name of the Moon Pavilion Temple?" ”

The little monk smiled and nodded: "What the donor said is good, it is the Moon Pavilion of my temple." ”

"It's called the Moon Pavilion, so it must have something to do with the moon." Bai lightly clasped his hands on his chest and took a step forward with great interest.

The little monk smiled lightly: "All the donors are smart people, this moon pavilion, surrounded by a circle of wood-carved window lattices, the moon walks around, and each position can enter the shadow of a moon, projected on the ground, very wonderful." ”

"Ah, I see, wonderful, this Moon Pavilion is not only beautiful in appearance, but also in artistic conception." The little tanuki said happily.

Several people looked at the beautiful scenery of the Moon Pavilion with great satisfaction, and refused to leave.

Bypassing the Moon Pavilion, I came to a large hall at the back, the Hall of Compassion. This temple of compassion is extremely dignified and magnificent, and it should be the main hall of this temple.

Stepping into the main hall, there is a cave inside.

On the walls around the main hall, there are statues full of gods and Buddhas.

All kinds of gods and Buddhas are lifelike, with different facial expressions and facial movements. There are those who step on the soles of their feet, those who drag the tower with one hand, those who ride the clouds, and those who meditate......

Gao Lan looked up and looked at them one by one, as if reading a comic, and suddenly felt vivid and interesting, as if each Buddha was interpreting and expressing a story, and each story itself was a unique protagonist.

Just like everyone we meet around us, they may just be passers-by, but they also have their own story, and they are also the protagonists of their own stories.

The main hall is round, Gao Lan read the story with relish, and happened to meet Mo Shaozhi who came from that end.

She raised her eyes and smiled slightly: "I have finished reading this circle of stories, but I didn't expect that at the end of the story, I actually met Brother Mo, fate." ”

Gao Lan, it's not that we met at the end of the story, but since I met you, I have a story in my heart...... After Mo Shaozhi finished thinking about it, he smiled shyly, and then looked at it: "This is round, you and I will always meet." ”

"What a round square, let's go to fast." The little tanuki jumped up in front to greet them.

After a brief meal of the temple, a few people sat in the courtyard to rest.

The little tanuki saw a little monk kicking the keys alone, so he went over and played with him.

But I heard the slightest rhythm coming from the house next to me, the sound was deep, the aftermath was long, quiet and long.

Depending on the player's technique, the rhythm is sometimes loose and distant, and sometimes cold and fairyland.

Several people listened quietly for a long time, and Mo Shaozhi said casually: "Who will pay Yaoqin ...... heart?"

There was a person walking next to him, still the little monk with a smiling face: "It's Master Yixian." ”

"Master Yixian...... Is it played with a string? Mo Shaozhi asked.

The little monk smiled lightly: "Donor, you are very smart, and you guessed correctly, it is indeed a one-string yaoqin." ”

Gao Lan immediately showed admiration: "One string can play so many different rhythms, this master is amazing." ”

The little tanuki turned his head and said, "Doesn't the son also play the piano, and the male plays well." ”

Gao Lan was ashamed and said: "I play all the beautiful sounds, how can I compare with the masters of this pure cultivation land." ”

"The son is too modest, and there is no hierarchy in the rhythm of music, and everyone just expresses his own feelings." The man inside opened the door and came out.

Everyone looked for prestige, and when they heard this timbre, they thought it would be a dying old man, but they didn't expect it to be a young master.

Several people stood up and moved.

The master of the first string returned the salute: "I just heard that this donor also understands the rhythm?" It's better to play a song for the poor monk too. ”

Gao Lan hurriedly waved his hand: "This string of the master, I'm afraid that my skills are not perfect, and it is really difficult to control." ”

Master Yixian smiled slightly: "If the donor doesn't try it, how do you know if it can't be done, I'll teach you a very simple meditation song, without thinking." ”

It was difficult to resist the enthusiasm, and Gao Lan had to go hard.

But he really couldn't play this string, but fortunately, the master was also very considerate, and a little patience taught her, and after a while, he was able to play the thoughtless song himself.

Mo Shaozhi praised: "Senior brother, you are really smart, you can understand it at one point." ”

Gao Lan was very happy: "Master, this song really makes people feel extremely silent in their hearts, as if they are wandering in the clouds." ”

The master of the first string said: "This piano can shape people's thoughts, and it can also reach the principle of heaven and earth." If you understand this principle and make good use of it, the player will naturally practice a higher level than the average person. ”

Gao Lan got up and said, "Thank you for your teachings." ”

The corners of the master's mouth curled: "The son can be taught." Childe's eyes are as pure as water, it shouldn't be the wrong person......" Then he turned to them and said, "A few donors are going to stay in the temple today." The temple is heavy at night, don't go out. With that, he brushed his sleeves and left.

There is only one meditation room left in this temple that can be evenly distributed to them.

The four of them slept in one room again.

Maybe it's because in this ancient temple in the deep mountains, Gao Lan's heart is unusually peaceful.

After cleaning up, several people were speechless for a while, and sat on the couch in a daze.

"It's colder on this mountain than it is down there." The little tanuki wraps the quilt tightly.

Mo Shaozhi finally couldn't help it, and asked Bai lightly: "Brother Bai, since when did you start this journey of wandering in the rivers and lakes?" ”

Bai Qingqing, who was sitting upright, lay down all of a sudden, supported one leg again, put the other leg on it, and swayed: "It's been a few years." ”

Mo Shaozhi then asked, "It seems that I rarely hear you talk about your family?" ”

"My father died, and my mother ...... Cutting his hair as a nun, he escaped into the empty door, and he rarely saw it. Bai Qingqing said lightly.

Mo Shaozhi said: "I see, so ......" Seeing that he still didn't mention his true identity, he also thought that he wouldn't dig deeper.

Just as he was about to say something, he heard the faint sound of a little civet cat sleeping next to him.

"Dedicated and soft, can be like a baby, and sure enough, he is still a teenager who is attentive and has no distractions." Mo Shaozhi said and shook his head with a light smile.

Gao Lan was about to speak, but suddenly there was a huge snoring sound behind him, and he turned his head to look at Bai Qingqing: "Well, you two are really a pair of living treasures, carefree." ”