The abbot twisted his beard, his eyes became empty, and he spoke eloquently. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As you know, our temple has a very long history, so it must have been thousands of years, right? From the beginning of the construction of the temple, there was a library pavilion, which was built according to the drawing paper of a small monk.

To say that this little monk can have some origins. It is said that once upon a time, the mountain was haunted by ghosts, and no one dared to sleep in the mountains at night. Occasionally, unsuspecting passers-by pass by, and they didn't go out until late, and they would be found dead early the next morning, and the one that ate was called a clean one. Later, it intensified, and it turned out that children were often stolen in the village under the mountain, which made people panic. Later, a little monk appeared out of nowhere, at the age of seventeen or eighteen, heard about it, did not listen to the dissuasion, and insisted on going up the mountain, saying that he wanted to eliminate harm for the people.

Everyone thought that the little monk would die, but they didn't expect that half a month later, the little monk actually went down the mountain alive. Not only alive, but also well, without shedding a single hair. He smiled and said to everyone, "It's okay, it's safe here in the future." ”

The villagers were very grateful to him and regarded him as a great hero, and they had to keep him in the village to keep him safe. The little monk refused, so someone proposed to build a temple for him on the mountain to make offerings. may feel that it is difficult to be gracious, but the little monk actually agreed later. So there is this Shenlong Temple. It is said that the name of this temple was given by the little monk himself. As for why it is called Shenlong Temple, it is unknown.

It's strange to say, since the little monk came, the wind and rain here are smooth, and there is a bumper harvest every year. The common people all said that they were protected by the little monk, and their reputation gradually became outward. People from all over the country will come to the temple to ask God for divination, and the incense in the temple will become more and more prosperous.

When our temple was first built, it was not so big, this is all because of the monks who came to place orders later, the original temple was too small, and it was not small, so it was the result of continuous expansion.

It stands to reason that the little monk gets along very well with everyone, and everyone respects him very much. But after a long time, people will find that something is wrong, because this little monk will not grow old. Decades have passed, and the original children have become old men, but the little monk is still the same as he was at the beginning. So everyone muttered in their hearts, and gradually there were rumors that the little monk himself was a demon.

The little monk had a habit of burning incense and meditating in the library every night, and never rested in the meditation room. Originally, this was nothing, but with rumors, it made people feel a little mysterious, and it couldn't help but make people think about it.

So there were rumors that he appeared in his original form in the library every night and sucked the aura of heaven and earth. People speculate that he must have cast some kind of magic to charm the minds of the people, otherwise, how could so many people donate their functions to him? Why are other temples so deserted? Some people even said that they had seen him fly in the sky on a fire dragon, and they couldn't help but believe it. Coincidentally, there was a spring drought that year, and this rumor became very appropriate.

However, there is no basis for what they say, and it is not easy to make trouble based on subjective assumptions. So some brave villagers took the initiative to ask Ying, pretending to be a traveling monk to go to the temple to stay overnight. At night, I secretly went to the library to listen to my ears and find out.

Not to mention, he really bumped into him. It is said that the man was lying by the door when he heard laughter inside. I poked the window paper with my hand and looked inside, oh my God, the little monk was talking to the air! The little monk was smiling and talking and laughing, as if there was really someone on the other side.

The man felt strange and wanted to see it more clearly, but he didn't expect a huge human face with a strange smile and a "whirring" of the wind to paste it. The man was so frightened that he fell backwards and crawled home. When I got home, my face was pale, my mouth was foaming at the mouth, and I only said it intermittently before I swallowed my breath.

The villagers were indignant and felt cheated. Some people say that what kind of god is a demon at all, and the people who died on the mountain were eaten by him, and in turn he pretended to cheat everyone out of incense money. Everyone was so clamored that they forgot the favor they had received, and it was as if they had suffered a great loss. The more everyone talked, the more excited they became, and in the end, relying on the large number of people, all of them went out and lit torches up the mountain. noisily asked the little monk to come out and burn him.

The monks in the temple stood in front of him and did not let the villagers touch him. But those people are already enchanted, how can they still listen to persuasion, and even these monks will be burned together.

When the two sides were at a stalemate, the little monk walked up to the person and said loudly with a fearless face: "I can leave, but don't embarrass these innocent monks." Otherwise, I will not spare you. ”

Although the little monk looked young, his speech was sonorous and powerful, with a compelling momentum. As soon as these words came out, the arrogance of the villagers weakened a lot, and the prestige was still there, and the villagers were still a little afraid in their hearts. And the people who were in his sight were even more frightened, and retreated again and again. For a while, the crowd quieted down, and no one dared to say a word.

Seeing that there was no objection, the little monk took out a key and lock and turned to a monk who had followed him for many years and said, "Now you are the abbot here, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the place where I practice, and I will die there." When I get in, you lock the door and let me sit there." If you can still remember me, you can open the door of your house and burn incense and worship on this day every year in the future. But except for the abbot, everyone else is exempt, and I don't want to be disturbed. ”

The little monk watched the monk cry and take the key and lock, and then instructed: "Although the villagers are unkind to me, I cannot be unjust to them. The scrolls hanging on the wall of the pavilion are ancient gods, which can ward off disasters and evil spirits. I'll leave it there to keep one side safe. Remember, don't move. As he spoke, he glanced back at everyone again, then turned around and walked into the Scripture Pavilion.

The new abbot locked the door, but the villagers refused to leave. Someone yelled, what if he was released by you again in a while? We've got to keep it.

There was no way, so they could only surround the Scripture Pavilion like an iron bucket, working in shifts day and night, for ten days. At last they discussed it, and felt that it was too good for anyone to die if they had not eaten or drunk for ten days, so they forced the new abbot to open the door. But when the door opened, everyone was stunned. There was no one inside, where was there any trace of the little monk?

The villagers did not give up, and in the end the new abbot cried bitterly and said that the little monk must be a virtuous monk who has ascended to immortality, and if these villagers disturb again, they will be punished by God. The villagers finally gave up and withdrew.