Luo Kang, Lin Zi and Zhuge Yun finally returned to the road after several tosses, because the two men were too dirty, and after encountering several refusals, Lin Zi took action and stopped a tractor in the direction of Laojun Pavilion.

"I thought you were robbers? In this place where there is no village in front and no store in the back, that is, you have met me, otherwise who would dare to stop and pull you! "The tractor driver was less than 20 years old, and after hearing that Lin Zi and the three were the editors of the magazine, they let them sit up.

Lin Zi said with a smile: "We didn't expect this rain to keep falling, and the photos we wanted to take didn't get it, let's come back next time the weather is better, thank you brother!" ”

Luo Kang and Zhuge Yun secretly gave Lin Zi a thumbs up, which made Lin Zi a little proud.

The little brother said: "It's not a problem, when you go out, you will inevitably encounter some difficulties, you can help a hand, the impact of this typhoon is really not small, we are okay here, I heard that there were landslides near Fuquan Mountain in Fujian, and many people died." Anyway, do you really want to go to the Laojun Pavilion neighborhood to find a hotel? The consumption of scenic spots is more expensive. ”

"We can't go home empty-handed once we come, take some photos of Laojun Pavilion so that we can go back to the business." Lin Zi continued to panic.

The little brother said: "Yes, then let me tell you a story, this story was also told to me by my grandfather, I hope it can help you!" ”

Lin Zi said politely: "It would be better if it could be illustrated, thank you, little brother, please speak!" ”

The little brother cleared his throat and said: "In 1941, the Japanese invasion of China attacked Zhongtiao Mountain in a vain attempt to open up the passage to the Guanzhong area, the defenders of Zhongtiao Mountain were not well prepared, and even suffered defeats, in less than 20 days, more than half of the 170,000 troops were killed and wounded, and the remnants could only retreat to the vicinity of Laojun Pavilion.

The army commander ordered the soldiers to move a large amount of ammunition into the underground palace of Laojun Pavilion, preparing to defend this last line of defense.

The commander of the Japanese army, Tada Jun, was a Huatong, and he knew that this place of worship for the gods was very important in the hearts of the people, so he ordered his soldiers to set up cannons and prepare to blow up the Laojun Pavilion in order to destroy the will of the defenders.

This decision was a nightmare, and once the arms stored in the Laojun Pavilion exploded, the defenders would be in danger of being destroyed.

However, several Japanese artillery guns fired more than 50 shells at Laojun Pavilion in a company, of which 19 hit, but none of these 19 shells exploded, all of them were duds.

A few days later, the defenders retreated, and the Japanese troops occupying Zhongtiao Mountain found that these bombs that had not been detonated were all embedded in the wall, and they saw this scene, and they entered the temple to worship, but there were many people who committed suicide madly for no reason, so the Japanese army retreated in a hurry, and never dared to set foot in the Laojun Pavilion for half a step.

Now, the duds have been managed to be taken out, but when you get to the Laojun Pavilion, you can still see the holes left by those bombs in the wall, I think, if you take some photos and add this story, it should be interesting! ”

After listening to the story told by the little brother, Lin Zi was very grateful, and several people chatted like this, and before they knew it, they arrived at the foot of a mountain.

"Laojun Pavilion is on the top of the mountain, this is the nearest hotel, the three of you have a good rest, I still have to go to the delivery, so I will leave!" The little brother said goodbye and drove away.

Luo Kang, Lin Zi and Zhuge Yun said goodbye to their little brother, entered the hotel, checked in, and took a hot bath before coming to the hotel's restaurant.

After the simple four dishes and one soup were served, Lin Zi asked Luo Kang: "Can you find Grandma's soul now?" ”

When Luo Kang heard this, he put down the dishes and chopsticks, calmed down, and soon had a result.

"Although I still can't determine the distance, but the point of the soul is Lao Jun Pavilion, I don't think it will be wrong this time!"

Zhuge Yun swallowed a piece of tofu and said to Luo Kang: "After being busy these days, I finally found it, you hurry up and eat, after eating, let's hurry up and meditate and chant the scriptures." ”

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. The relics are not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true when you want to know it. …… Therefore, there is no colorlessness in the air, no thoughts, no thoughts, no thoughts, no minds, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, no sound, no fragrance, no vision, no consciousness, no ignorance, no ignorance, no old age, no old age, no old age. There is no suffering to gather and destroy the Tao, and there is no wisdom and no gain. For the sake of nothing. ……”

The Heart Sutra is not long, but the central point is: if there is no concern in people's hearts, nothing can completely defeat them, and they no longer need to be afraid! If people can see through life and death, they will be able to break free from all the disturbing whirlpools of the world and finally live forever!

Luo Kang and Zhuge Yun read the scriptures over and over again, and gradually felt that their hearts were like water, and the sound of raindrops hitting the window glass in the dark night sounded like a lyrical symphony to them.

This is amazing! How do you feel? Zhuge Yun asked Luo Kang.

Luo Kang replied with a smile: "It's really amazing, my heart is like the sea raging by the wind has suddenly calmed down, but once I don't read the scriptures, my heart immediately churns, after all, who can really live without worry." ”

"It may be that your understanding is too poor, and you haven't yet realized the mystery of the scriptures, I feel very comfortable now, and I want to sleep well while I am in this state."

Zhuge Yun said goodbye to Luo Kang and went back to his room.

Luo Kang, who was alone, was in a trance, and in his heart, there were too many things that he couldn't let go of stirring his heart, even a holy text like the Prajna Heart Sutra could only suppress it for a moment.

"Did Qu Zhendong design my parents' death? Is Qu Zhendong a bad guy? If so, what the hell is he going to do? What role is Zheng Jigong in this? If he's the bad guy, why not just do it, what opportunity is he waiting for? The Southern Ghost Domain was attacked, what happened to Xue Ye and Jiaqi? Where did Wu Siyuan and Monk Zhiyuan go? Is Sister Zhou Yueyin still alive? What is Dr. Sun going to do? Finding Grandma Hu's soul can save her life, but how can she be cured? ......" question after question, scrambling out of Luo Kang's momentary blank mind, made the feeling he felt when he read the scriptures disappear.

"Maybe it's really as Zhuge Yun said, my understanding is too poor!" Luo Kang muttered self-deprecatingly, got up and walked to the window, looking at the lights of the Laojun Pavilion on the mountain in the distance, and the night rain that was getting heavier and heavier, his heart was uneasy and he couldn't sleep.