And along the way, the clothes on my third uncle and I were all scratched by tree branches.

The third uncle felt sorry for his suit and said that it was his most expensive dress. As I walked, I wondered if we were on the wrong track. Even if you are not mistaken, there is not even a way down the mountain here, so are the people in the ancient temple isolated from the world?

But doubt is doubt, we still have to keep climbing.

After climbing for more than three hours, I figured I was almost at the top of the mountain. At this time, a gentle slope suddenly appeared not far ahead. At the foot of the gentle slope, there is also a path and steps that have been stepped on artificially.

The third uncle pointed to the path and said, "Yes, there are people here." The ancient temple should be not far away. ”

We walked up the gentle slope of the trail and heard the murmuring of the water again, and watched closely as a crystal clear stream flowed down the hill next to it.

There is no hustle and bustle in the city, no noise like the front mountain, and no roar of the machine factory, only the melodious birdsong and the beautiful sound of spring water. Take a breath and feel that all the internal organs have been cleansed and transparent.

My third uncle and I are very excited, this place can be regarded as a paradise, and living here will inevitably prolong our lives.

We stepped on that path, turned a small hill, and an ancient temple really appeared in front of us.

On the top of the mountain, an ancient temple is hidden under several vigorous pine and cypress trees, which looks antique and solemn. The ancient trees are towering all around, and the pines and cypresses are forested. The scale of the temple is not large, and it is difficult to find this ancient temple if it were not for the occasional sound of the bell.

The third uncle and I glanced at each other, and at the same time quickened our pace and came to the front of the gate of this ancient temple.

When we got closer, we found that this temple was solemn, but it was already very dilapidated. The red paint of the mountain gate and the outer wall has completely peeled off, and the courtyard wall has also partially collapsed.

Sure enough, as the third uncle inquired, the incense here is not prosperous, and there are no pilgrims to burn incense at all.

There is a plaque hanging on the top of the mountain gate, which also looks tattered, but the handwriting is faintly visible.

The plaque reads: Temple of Repentance.

Temple of Repentance?

Maybe it's because I'm so unheard, I've never heard of a temple with such a name, and I don't know what kind of Buddha is enshrined in it.

The third uncle looked at the name of the temple, suddenly smiled, and said, "Yoko, it seems that we have come to the right place." ”

I also understood a little, nodded and said, "You mean, this temple is the place where Muren Yang used to repent of his vows?" ”

The third uncle said that it should be like this.

The gate of the temple was closed, and the sound of a bell running out was heard inside, so someone should be there.

"Now that you've arrived, let's go straight to someone." As I approached the door, I wanted to go up and knock. The third uncle suddenly stopped me, and I looked at him in confusion.

The third uncle waved his hand, dusted his clothes on his body, and simply cleaned them up. Only then did I understand what the third uncle meant, we were now similar to the two savages, our clothes were torn by tree branches, and we were disgraced. This kind of disheveled image is indeed not convenient for entering this kind of place of cultivation.

But picking up can only be simple

We are not in a position to change our clothes. After a brief tidying up, he stepped forward and knocked on the mountain gate.

The crisp knock on the door is particularly clear in the open space, and although the sound is not loud, it can be heard far away.

The time was not big, the corner gate next to the mountain gate creaked open, and a middle-aged monk wearing a gray monk's robe showed his head to look outside, and when he saw me and the third uncle, he was stunned.

We hurried over and scolded the monk.

The third uncle got straight to the point and asked directly: "Amitabha." Dare to ask Master, is there a person named Yang Shuzhi or Muren Yang in this temple? ”

After the third uncle finished speaking, I shook my head secretly. Yang Zhuanzhi should have escaped into the empty door a long time ago, this wooden man Yang or Yang Zhuzhi is the name of the layman. How could this monk's age know these two names? It's a pity that we don't know the legal name of Muren Yang, which is really not easy to express.

Who knew that I was still too worried, after the monk heard the name of Muren Yang, he looked us up and down, and actually opened the corner door, and said, "Two donors, you are here, please come in." ”

Listening to the meaning of this monk, it seems that he already knew that we were coming, which was beyond our expectations.

The third uncle and I looked at each other again, and then followed the monk into the mountain gate.

The monk didn't talk much anymore, but only made a gesture for us to follow him.

The third uncle was speechless and asked, "What is the name of Master?" In fact, the poor Tao is also a cultivator, and our monks and Taoists are not separated. ”

The monk remained silent, as if he didn't want to say more, and only replied: "Little monk Dharma Zen." ”

The third uncle did not give up, and continued to ask: "Master Fazen, how many monks are there in your temple...... Are you taking us to meet Muren Yang? ”

I didn't expect the third uncle to ask no more, and the Dharma Zen monk stopped talking.

After we walked into the courtyard gate, we found that the courtyard of this temple was very small, and there were several Bodhi trees in the courtyard, which looked huge, with interlaced roots and terrills, and the bark was covered with grooves.

Apart from this Dharma Zen monk, we didn't see any other monks. Didn't know where he was taking us either.

By this time it was already dark, and we climbed here, and sure enough, it took us an afternoon. As soon as it got dark, even though it was in the temple, it made my heart empty.

Soon we passed through the two temples and came to the backyard of the temple.

The backyard seems to be separated from the front hall, and there is an iron gate in the middle. The Dharma Zen monk took a lantern from the top of the iron gate and carried the lantern to continue walking towards the back.

By the moonlight, I saw that there were many vegetable patches in the backyard, and the people in this temple were really self-sufficient.

When I entered the backyard, I was confronted by huge rocks. It seems that this temple of repentance is built on the mountain, backed by the green mountain.

Dharma Zen led us all the way to the bottom of the rock, and finally stopped.

At this time, I found that there was a black hole in the rock, and Dharma Zen was standing in front of the hole.

Fazen bowed to the entrance of the cave and said, "Patriarch, people are here. ”

After standing still for a while, he first said to the inside: "Yes." ”

And then again

We said, "Two donors, the patriarch invites you to come in. ”

I was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the third uncle, who shook his head at me.

The third uncle and I didn't hear anything just now, who is this monk talking to? Isn't that a mystery?

The third uncle asked, "Master Fazen, what kind of place is this?" The patriarch you are talking about, is it Muren Yang? ”

Dharma Zen said, "This is the place where the patriarch retreats, so please go in as soon as possible." ”

(End of chapter)

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