Zhongran was dumbfounded!!

"Wang! Wang, Wang!! There was a burst of barking, and at some point, a colored bench dog twisted its body and barked vigilantly at Zhongran three feet away. Zhong Ran took two steps back and asked loudly, "Is there anyone?" Is anyone there? ”

When the door opened, an old man with a bright head came out! After entering the house, after some conversation and drinking, Zhongran realized:

The name of this place is Qili Chong, the old man's surname is Chen, his name is Qianxiang, he usually digs herbs, walks in the township, treats people and animals and administers medicine, is a barefoot langzhong. The name behind the house is Daao Mountain, there are few human tracks, there are many jackals, there are many precious medicinal materials such as seven-leaf flowers, cicada flowers, etc., as well as chestnuts, bamboo shoots, mountain fungi, Artemisia qitou......

The old and young are quite fateful, and they talk about the rooster crowing when they chat, and then they go to sleep leisurely. Precisely:

Jujia Buddha traveled to the south of the Yangtze River, and had the opportunity to meet the medicine applicator.

The doctor is compassionate, and Daao has changed his name since then.

Ten

Zhongran slept until three poles in the sun, then got up in clothes, first washed and combed the mountain spring in the tile basin, and ate a few pieces of fragrant potato, suddenly felt that the fatigue of the journey was swept away, and decided to say goodbye to the old man Qianxiang - to the top of Daao Mountain to see the autumn colors!

The old man resolutely did not take out the silver horn, and muttered: "The descendants are all out to make a living, and I can't come back a few times a year, but fortunately I have a craft and can walk around!" It's a blessing to me that you're staying at my house. Besides, I'm so old, what do I want this money for? The old man said as he rolled up his clothes and wiped the corners of his eyes.

Zhong Ran didn't know what to say for a while, so he stood in front of the table.

The old man took a small cloth package in his hand, handed it to Zhong Ran, and said, "Mr. Yan, the buffalo of the old Guo family in Meicun on the other side of the river is about to get off the cow baby, I have to go and see it, so I won't accompany you up the mountain." You bring this with you! ”

Zhongran opened the package and looked at it, and couldn't help but feel sad: it was a few pieces of pots and a bowl of pickles. Zhongran asked, "Uncle, why is this?" ”

"Child, you have to remember: a pot feeds a benefactor, and a bucket of rice feeds an enemy. Pickles are hard to swallow, is it harder than wandering outside?! You and I are destined to meet again. Only then did Zhong Ran understand: the old man regarded himself as a vagabond, and he was probably afraid that the money would come in the wrong way! He didn't explain again, put the food into his backpack, said goodbye to the old man Qianxiang, and walked to the depths of Daao Mountain.

It's really so-called: Wangshan runs a dead horse! It took more than half a day to reach the peak of Daao Mountain-Aobao. A good place, there is a poem as evidence:

A piece of rhododendron is 300 acres, and thousands of acres of green bamboo are like waves.

The sound of the bright spring falling stream is heard, and the yellow finch jumps freely.

The distant mountains are like white clouds, and the soft cooking is full of deep valleys.

Where the body is spoiled and humiliated here, the true immortal stops and forgets to return.

Eleven

With such good mountains and rivers, how can you be embarrassed?

Zhongran is determined: build a temple in Aobao to cultivate one's self and comfort one's life! There are mountain springs to quench thirst, there are black fruits, chestnuts, kiwi fruits, etc., can still satisfy the stomach, but there is no clothing, no manpower, building mountain roads, building temples is absolutely impossible! At this time, Zhongran thought of "Old Man Qianxiang......

It's easy to do things with money! A Jin businessman, dedication.

In order to show sincerity, during the construction of the temple, Zhongran begged for hundreds of clothes, begged for thousands of food, cut down on food and clothing, got up early in the dark, endured all the hardships, and did not owe a penny to the migrant workers, so as to build a deep relationship with the villagers of the four towns and eight chongs.

The simple villagers decided that building the temple was a "good thing", and under the drive of the old man Qianxiang, they worked very hard! After a year, a temple was finally built. Zhongran is scheduled to burn incense on the morning of the ninth day of September.

On the eighth night of the first month of September, Zhongran fell asleep, and in his sleep, he saw a golden dragon pounce into the flower pot in front of the temple, and the splashed water turned into colorful jade dew, which fell in the stream of Daao Mountain, and suddenly:

Orchid cinnamon, fragrant; The mountains are full of rhododendrons, competing to bloom; flocks of yellow finch, crying in the forest; Riding a white elephant, I went up the mountain with a smile......

Zhong Ran was waiting to take a closer look, and he had already woken up, so he got up and wrote the word "Golden Dragon" by the moonlight, and said: "This is the will of heaven, so it will be called the Golden Dragon Temple!" ”。

On the ninth day of the ninth month of September, the villagers of Sixiang and Bachong rushed to Daao Mountain to worship the incense and watch the opening ceremony of the temple with mounted paper and incense candles. Zhong Ran said that he had a dream of going to the night. The villagers have great respect and admiration for the "Golden Dragon Temple" and Zhongran's people! I couldn't help but stare in front of the flower pot, as if I wanted to see the ugliness, cause and effect......

Since then, Zhongran has led the cultivation and charity of the villagers in the Golden Dragon Temple. After a long time, everyone called Daao Mountain "Jinlong Mountain", and honored Zhongran as "Jinlongshan people". Is:

There are many good scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and Daao is a unique Buddha person.

The temple is built to show public welfare, and the people of Jinlongshan are famous.

twelve

Happy days always go by quickly!

Zhongran has been cultivating in Jinlong Mountain for more than three years. On this day, after sending away a group of good men and women, Zhongran decided to go around the western mountain pass.

After several years of life in the mountains, he was refreshed and smooth, and his skills became more and more vigorous, and he explored the mountain col with one foot and one foot in the jungle along the ditch washed by the mountain spring.

About two hours of the scene, in the middle of the valley to reach the bottom of the valley, but see a stream about a width of more than zhang, the water quality is clear, the water surface of the tung flowers fluttering, the red carp in the water swim slowly, the weeping willows by the stream are enchanting, the peach and plum become a forest. Less than close, only the sound of the stream was heard, and it was really difficult to see such a secluded place.

Zhongran, who was already sweating, was full of childlike innocence, and "poof" fell into the stream and played to his heart's content......

No matter how good the game is, if you play it for a long time, it will be boring. Zhong Ran swam to the stream, twisted his clothes, and quietly stared at the surface of the stream to return to its natural rhythm, and the red carp, which had just been hiding somewhere, appeared in the stream again, one, two, three......

"Well, as if I hadn't gone down the stream before! Tung flower intentional, flowing water ruthless, into the water is full of water, out of the level and, and this flower stream has a blind date, it is called Tong (with) brook (wash) it!! Zhongran muttered to himself.

Look at the afterglow leaking from the peach forest, Zhongran hurriedly returned, and between the lines, he suddenly felt something different in his sleeve!? Touch it in the middle: slippery, soft, not long, not short, about two inches. At first glance - it was a small eel! Zhongran had reached the mountainside, looked left and right, and could not find a place to place the eels. In this way, the little eel was released into the flower pot in front of the temple.

Sunrise and sunset, in the middle of the leisure, from time to time and play with the eel. The little eel is very obedient, and when the pilgrims come, they lie at the bottom of the jar; As soon as Zhongran came, he immediately swam. Sometimes at night, the eels stick their heads out of the water......

Precisely:

The Jinlong Mountain Pass is a painting stream, and the supernatural gathering is a strange place.

The Buddha nature of Zhongran enters the painting tour, and the good fate accompanies the Qing cultivation.

A baker's dozen

There are four seasons in the south of the Yangtze River, and winter goes to spring and comes again.

Suddenly, Zhong Ran woke up early and felt restless: an inexplicable feeling that he hadn't felt for many years - his chest was jammed! He paced to the flower pot, and the small eel, which had grown into a bamboo chopstick-length eel, lay motionless at the bottom of the pot without the slightest movement. Zhongran stood in a daze for a long time, but the little eel still had no intention of swimming.

Zhongran had no choice but to return to the room, and when he wrote it by hand, it turned out to be a big word "sorrow......