There is a room on the top of the lonely mountain, which is where the hermit lives, and the sunrise and sunset can be seen there, and it is very beautiful. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is also a temple on the halfway of the lonely mountain, the temple is not big, but there are no local monks, do not receive pilgrims, do not receive tourists, every day and morning bell, the sound of chanting is curling.

There was a big rock in front of the mountain gate, and there was a mad monk who stood in front of the stone every day and told it stories from the scriptures.

Wanwan and Bai Sang stood in front of the temple, knocking the copper ring very loudly, but no one came to open the door.

"Brother, is there no one?" Bending his face to look at the red bricks and tiles, he thought it was very beautiful.

"Someone." Zhao Huan shook his head, picked her up, and let her see.

The incense is very strong in the temple, and the smoke of burning incense curls around the ground and hovers over the temple.

Just when Bai Sang was about to leave without knocking, the temple door "squeaked" and opened from the inside, and a gray monk's robe Ami clasped his hands together, and snorted at Bai Sang, saying, "Amitabha, what is the matter with the donor?" ”

"Can I stay overnight?" Zhao Huan walked up to Bai Sang and asked.

"No, you can't."

"You Buddhas are like this to the world?" Bai Sang owes a mouth, he is still a child, and when he heard the monk say this, he immediately received it.

"Sins and sins, donor, I am for your good, you should leave quickly." When Xiao Ami heard Bai Sang say that, he immediately became anxious, and wanted to justify, but he didn't say anything.

Bending his head and smiling at him, Bai Sang said: "Monk, let's stay for one night, can't we?" ”

Ami didn't speak, just shook her head.

"Don't be rude." A big monk hurriedly ran out of the temple, opened the temple door wide, and welcomed Bai Sang and them in.

"Master." Ami saw the monk and immediately saluted.

"Ho ho ho, great monk." Bai Sang tilted his head to look at the white-bearded monk, suddenly smiled, ran over and patted him on the shoulder, and introduced him to the bend.

Zhao Huan stood outside the temple, looked at them for a while, then turned around and walked to the big stone and sat down.

"I'm afraid that donor can't stay in the Yang World, right?" The great monk pointed to Zhao Huan's back and said, his Dharma name is Fu and his Dharma name is deep.

"It's just a goblin." Bai Sang smiled and walked into the temple with him, "Bend, why don't you go?" Bending stopped on the threshold of the temple and pouted to look at Bai Sang.

"Zhao Huan is a ghost, how can he enter the temple?"

"You're still a demon!" Bending and running next to Zhao Huan, he looked down, good guy, it was a cliff

"Uncle, you get up, it's dangerous." took a few steps back, holding the corner of Zhao Huan's clothes, to pull him up.

"Bai Sang donor, this ......" Fu Shen glanced at Wanwan, and then at Bai Sang.

"Wanwan, I'll disappear when I go in, don't you want me to go with you?" Zhao Huan touched her head, stood up and led Wanwan to the temple gate.

"Bend, come." Bai Sang pulled her and walked into the temple.

Zhao Huan watched Ami slowly close the door and sit back by the stone.

At this time, it was dusk, and the reddish sunset sun was shining in the reckless forest sea, and there was an indescribable sense of grandeur.

"How did you kid get here?" Fu Shen led Bai Sang and Wanwan to the wing room, and asked as he walked.

"Come and get the manuscript that Baili once left here." Bai Sang saw that Wanwan kept pouting, picked her up, and made a grimace to make her laugh.

"This temple or are you presiding over it?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk's disciples and grandchildren are all dead, and the poor monk is still presiding!" Fu Shen smiled, "Lichen is my fourth-generation disciple grandson, and his senior brother is the host." ”

"Only the fourth?" Bai Sang was puzzled.

"It's two hundred years old." Fu Shen smiled, "We are the real old immortals." ”

"That's right, there are too many souls down here, and only those with advanced Buddha power can suppress them." Bai Sang nodded.

And Wanwan's eyes widened, and he couldn't help asking, "Grandpa, how old are you?" ”

"Well, it's about 1,300 years old." Fu Shen stroked his beard and motioned for Bai Sang to put Wanwan down, and he pulled Wanwan forward.

"And how old are these rooms?" Crooked eyes widened.

"Smaller than me!" Fukushen laughed.

"Grandpa has lived so long and seen a lot of things, right?"

"No, a lot of things haven't been seen." Fu Shen smiled, "The poor monk also wants to see a lot." ”

"What does Grandpa want to see?"

"It's too much."

"Wine-colored monk." Bai Sang pouted.

"White Mulberry boy, he still hasn't grown taller!" Fu Shen spoke, and without waiting for Bai Sang to roar, he let go of his crooked hand and ran away.

In front of it is the wing.

"Phew, dead bald donkey." Bai Sang picked up Wanwan again, went directly to the east wing, and picked the most luxurious one.

The temple is in the style of the Tang Dynasty, and every brick and tile has an antique taste.

"Brother, I can't see them!"

"What?"

"Behind them, there's nothingness." Looking at the spacious room, I felt an inexplicable sadness in my heart.

"Bend, they shouldn't exist." Wanwan looked at Bai Sang, feeling that he was rarely serious.

"Can't we just pick up something and leave?" Looking at Bai Sang, who was taking the quilt from the cabinet, Wanwan suddenly felt that he shouldn't disturb this room.

"Rest, it's getting dark." Since entering this room, Bai Sang has suddenly matured a lot like a different person.

Bending stared behind him, the shadow of a large tree slowly imprinted in her eyes.

"But my uncle is still outside."

"Don't worry about him." Bai Sang prayed silently in his heart, let the Bodhisattva take the ghost, and he abducted all the bends.

After tidying up the room, Bai Sang went to worship all the Buddha statues in the temple with a bend, and then came to Fushen's monk's room.

"Great monk, have you found the manuscript?" Bai Sang began to shout while he was still at the door.

"Packed up!" Fu Shen got up and handed a mahogany box to Bai Sang.

Bai Sang took the box, didn't say anything else, and was about to leave.

"White Mulberry Boy!" Fu Shen called out to him.

"What?"

"Let me talk to this girl for a while!" Fu Shen smiled, "Her life is not easy, I met her, I can eliminate some bad luck for her, just eliminate some." ”

"Wanwan, do you want to talk to him?" When Bai Sang heard this, he bent down and asked.

"Hmm!" Wanwan nodded, Bai Sang glanced at Fu Shen, and left.

"Grandpa!"

"Poor monk Fushen, the little donor calls me Fushen!" After Bai Sang left, Fu Shen still smiled kindly, but he lost a little bit of humanity.

"Grandpa Fushen."

"What does the donor want?" He asked.

Wanwan looked at him for a while, his eyes suddenly turned red, he shook his head, and remained silent.

"Is there none, or don't you know?"

"......" didn't speak, retreated beyond the threshold, and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Amitabha!" Fu Shen's smile disappeared, and he looked at her for a long time before shouting a Buddha horn.

"Grandpa Fushen, is there anything else?" Her crooked heart was pounding, and she wanted to leave.

"The person who smiles at you is not necessarily kind to you, and the person who is kind to you does not necessarily smile at you." Fu Shen said to her thoughtlessly, "You are too young, and the road he walks is a bit long." Girl, why don't you stay. ”

"Don't!" Wanwan shook his head and stared at him.

"That's it!" Fushen understood that Wanwan was afraid of him, so he didn't say much, turned around and took out a string of mahogany beads from the bookshelf and handed it to her.

"......" shook his head and didn't take his things.

"Little girl, take it, take it, there is no cause in the past life, there is fate in the future life, accept it." Fu Shen smiled lightly, walked up to her, stuffed the beads into her hand, and pulled her back to the wing.

"Don't pull me!" Bending and struggling a few times, he didn't shake off Fu Shen's hand, and he had to speak.

"You're afraid of me?"

Bend nodded.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the great monk is like this, what are you afraid of? Children who are not even afraid of demons and monsters, why should they be afraid of people? ”

"Ghosts are cute, but people are scary." Bending and struggling, staring carefully at Fushen and holding her hand.

"Why?" Fu Shen listened to Wanwan's words, and the bit of humanity that disappeared returned.

"I don't know." Bending his head.

"Don't you want to know why I lived so long and why I knew Bai Sang?"

"Why do you want to know?" Bending to stop, facing west, he pointed to Caixia on the horizon and said, "It's beautiful." ”

"Yes, why do you want to know?" Fu Shen chuckled, touched her head, and pulled her forward, "Your name is Wanwan, right?" ”

"Yes!"

"Bend, you know your brother is not human, right?"

"Hmm!" She nodded.

"Look at me, what is it? What is this temple? ”

"I can't see it, it's nothingness."

"Isn't it nothingness if you can't see it?" When Fu Shen heard this, he smiled with relief, the wing room was in front of him, and he also waited for someone who had been waiting for a long time.

"Brother!" Bai Sang leaned on the edge of the door frame, looking at the little girl running towards him, inexplicably very happy.