On the way up the mountain, Miao Xin couldn't help but guess that if Brother Xiong hadn't drunk a lot of wine tonight, and because one arm was injured and inconvenient, he would never have saved his heart and treated her so recklessly.

And herself, not only did she not show disgust for Brother Xiong's two consecutive misses, but she was shy and hidden, and she was tender.

She couldn't help but think of when she first met Xiong Jiandong in Jiuwei Mountain, he and Second Brother Zhang were also drinking so heavily today.

Later, he was left to spend the night in Qinfangzhai that night, because he tripped over the threshold when he entered the door, and he just crushed her body to the ground. At that time, his whole body was soft and abnormal, and he only closed his eyes and let him lie down, and he did not make any resistance and struggle.

Miao Xin thought about this, and felt that Brother Xiong was riding with her at this time, and his solid belly was close to his back, as if he was holding her whole body in his arms, making her whole body turn over and hot.

When looking ahead, not far away is where the Queen Mother Pond Taoist Temple is located.

"Brother Xiong, it's coming!"

Miao Xin beckoned behind her.

But she didn't hear Xiong Jiandong respond to her.

When the sound of the horse's hooves gradually stopped, she noticed Xiong Jiandong's snoring from behind her.

It turned out that he actually came up with the strength of wine halfway, lay on Miaoxin's back, and fell asleep drunk.

The next day, when Xiong Jiandong opened his eyes and woke up, he found that he was covered with a plain quilt and slept in a clean living room. Although the furnishings in the house are simple, they are all long-standing wood lacquered furniture from the Ming and Qing dynasties, showing simplicity and elegance.

I heard the melodious music of the guzheng coming from nowhere, the tune was beautiful and elegant, and I knew that it was the song "Farewell" that had been familiar to the world for a long time.

Lying quietly on the bed and listening to the zheng, Xiong Jiandong felt very beautiful and elegant, very pleasant and comfortable.

It wasn't until the end of the song that he couldn't get enough of it, so he hit the swollen temples on both sides of his eye sockets a few times, and sat up with a drowsy head.

At this time, he heard the crisp temple bells outside the wooden window from time to time, and suddenly thought that he had returned to the Taoist Temple of the Queen Mother Pond in the Snow Mountain.

I can't remember at all when I got off the horse with Miaoxin yesterday night, and how I got into this house and slept on the bed.

He thought about it again, and when he had beaten his temples with both hands just now, he seemed to feel that the pain in his right shoulder was no longer so severe.

So, when Xiong Jiandong lifted his clothes to check the injury, he saw a big plaster on his shoulder. It's really just as Miao Xin said before, this secret wound healing thing can be called the best, and it is extremely effective.

This must be after Miaoxin sent herself into the room at night to lie down, she immediately came over and applied it to the wound for him.

It's just that I was drunk and in a trance at the time, and now I can't remember it at all.

Unexpectedly, the drinking at Old Aman's house yesterday was actually a few glasses of bitter drinking, without moderation, so that Miaoxin deigned to undress him, well-intentioned healing, and added a lot of trouble to her.

Out of the door of the squatter, Xiong Jiandong saw that this place was a deep ** in the Taoist temple, full of big trees, winding paths and tunnels.

It was still dark, and dawn had not yet arrived.

Not far ahead, there was a room that was glowing.

He thought that if Miao Xin had already gotten up early, the music of the guzheng just now must have come from there, and she played it in the morning.

I followed the light and knocked on the door but there was no answer. Looking up, I vaguely saw the words "Yi'an Hall" written on the door.

He pushed the door open and entered, and saw a large room. In the middle is an incense burner, curling smoke, and there are two red candles burning on the side. Inside the house, the smell of sandalwood is diffuse, and it is like a fairyland of the Xia Palace.

By the window, there is a Yao Zheng. I just didn't see anyone.

Xiong Jiandong saw that on the wall in front of him, there was a color portrait of the Queen Mother and a striking nave.

The middle hall is nearly 100 words, the calligraphy is both strong and powerful, simple but not complicated, light and far away, full of a transcendent Buddhist dojo atmosphere.

Approached, but saw a poem inscribed on it:

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green, the evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain. The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintances are half scattered, life is rare to gather, only parting more. Ask you when you will go, don't linger when you come, a pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight.

The following is inscribed: Twenty-four autumn, Jingfeng Temple, Quanzhou, Fujian, Master Hongyi.

The guzheng playing that Xiong Jiandong heard just now is the accompaniment tune of this poem. At the moment, I thought that the middle hall in front of me was the handwriting of Master Hongyi, which was rare in the world, and its price was very precious.

He was curious for a while, and was about to step forward to try to touch the red seal of the word "Hongyi", when he suddenly heard a loud shout behind him, "Stop!" ”。

The voice was so imposing that he immediately retracted his hand in fright.

Turning around, he saw an old woman with a whisk in her hand, although she was full of pale hair, but her eyes were like electricity, glaring at him.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Shi!" Xiong Jiandong hurriedly apologized, "I revere Master Hongyi's talent and legend, and I am rarely fortunate to witness this popular "Farewell", and I think it must be written by Master Hongyi, so I can't help but be impulsive." ”

"Who are you, how can you enter the place of self-cultivation and righteousness in Kun Dao?" The old woman asked.

"Me?"

Xiong Jiandong didn't want to harm Miaoxin, so he said: "In the past two days, I have traveled alone to the southern part of Xinjiang and stayed in the Taoist temple. Just now I heard someone plucking the "Farewell" Divine Comedy composed by Master Hongyi with a guzheng pluck, and I felt that the technique was exquisite, euphemistic, and unusually charming, so I followed the sound of the beautiful music and was attracted all the way. ”

"You turned out to be a rare bosom friend!" The old woman's face was slightly relaxed.

"Kun Dao came to ask you, I heard you talk about Master Hongyi just now, and your tone is very respectful. Now you might as well talk about how Master Hongyi was so talented, and what kind of life legend he is? ”

"Since the Taoist chief interrogated, I actually didn't lie just now, and I really regarded Master Hongyi as a model in my heart." Xiong Jian Dongdao.

Just said that his popular "Farewell", although the poem tells that although it is sad and parting, it is a beautiful relationship in the world. It can be seen that Master Hongyi often thinks of others, is extremely thoughtful, and has an open mind, and his realm is by no means comparable to ordinary laypeople. ”

"What the gentleman said is very true!" The old woman couldn't help but frown with joy and nodded frequently.

"In addition to the poem "Farewell", I have actually read the four-word verse of Master Hongyi's expression through chrysanthemum, called: I am here for planting, and I am not blooming. Is there no good color, leave it for future generations to come? I like it the most! ”

Xiong Jiandong said again.

The old woman was even more overjoyed when she heard that Xiong Jiandong could say the little-known Yongdai verses of Master Hongyi. Seeing that he looked young and handsome, his words were sincere and elegant, and he was polite to her, he immediately had a good impression in his heart, so he invited Xiong Jiandong to sit in front of the incense burner and talk with him.

She told Xiong Jiandong a past story that she had never mentioned to the second person except him.

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Speaking of Master Hongyi, commonly known as Li Shutong, he was born in the late Qing Guangxu period, and his ancestors were all salt merchants and wealthy people in Qianzhuang for several generations. His father was a four-year scholar of the Tongzhi Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, and he was the head of the official department.

Uncle Li inherited a big family business, and was suave when he was young, although he was a wife from the door of the tea merchant giant in Jinmen, but he also met a famous prostitute named Li Pingxiang in Shanghai at that time, and became a confidant.

Later, Li Shutong went east to Fusang to study, and earned back Miss Yezi, a rich Japanese girl, as a concubine.

But when he was in his thirties, he suddenly became obsessed with Zen machines, escaped to Buddhism and practiced asceticism, and became the eleventh ancestor of Buddhism Vinaya from a chic and unscrupulous merry man to a monk with mango shoes and cloth.

Because this Li Shutong is not only a wealthy son, a wealthy family, upside down, and devoted to the country, and aspired to overthrow the imperial system Sun ** Ming Party has many dealings, one of the early members of the Chinese League, but also talented, poetry, words, calligraphy, painting, seal carving, music, drama, literature, education, philosophy, newspapers, Buddhism, and practice gathered together, full of legends, opening up China's splendid culture and art to the extreme, so it is known as a generation of grandmasters, a generation of masters, a generation of monks, and a generation of monks in the early part of the last century.

Throughout the 100-year history of modern development of Chinese culture, Master Hongyi has returned from brilliance to plain and quiet, and is a three-layer cross-border pioneer of material, thought, and soul life.

Jingfeng Temple, located in Hui'an, Quanzhou, Fujian, is rumored to be the place where Li Tiegui became an immortal and ascended to the sky. The temple is set up with Wenchang Temple, Li Xian Temple, Guanyin Palace, Three Treasures Palace, similar to this Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism cross-border and worship in one place, it is rare.

In the later period of Master Hongyi, he once admired the thousand-year-old temple from Xiamen Nanputuo Temple, and chose a hermitage outside the temple to live in seclusion to study the scriptures, and was accompanied by his disciple Guangcha and the second master of Chuanguan.

One day, after the mage took a morning bath, he went to visit the Li Xian Temple, and saw a village girl wearing a hat at the door, and picked up a load of chrysanthemum seedlings.

But I saw that this village girl was wearing a red and bright floral scarf on her head, covering her cheeks and chin, wearing a short and narrow slash shirt on her upper body, and wide black pants on the bottom, revealing a very spiritual navel in the middle.

The mage knew that only Hui'an women could wear such attire. It is also obvious that the village girl came to Li Xian Temple early in the morning to worship the gods, and she must be a pious person.

"Good, the poor monk's name is Hongyi, and today I will copy a few chrysanthemum seedlings to the female benefactor, I don't know if I can give it up?" The mage turned to the village girl.

"The disciple is fortunate to meet the master, because the chrysanthemum is really a creation, but it doesn't hurt to take it!" The village girl happily agreed.

She saw that although the mage was weak, he was radiant and detached, and she was expected to be an extraordinary monk.

When the mage heard that the village girl was extraordinary, he had a good impression of her in his heart. Then asked: "The female benefactor came to this pure land early in the morning, is it to the Tao or to the Buddha?" ”

"Disciple Xiang Dao!" The village girl replied.

But she sighed again and said: "Helplessly, my parents are in charge, and I already have a marriage contract. Now don't leave home, live alone in the mountains and make a living by selling chrysanthemums, self-reliance and enlightenment, reflect on the past, cut off the bad relationship, and wait until the autumn is about to marry someone else's wife, and in the future, it is good to practice in her husband's family. ”