True to its name, Castle Peak Temple sits on a steep mountain. Although the location is not too good, fortunately, there are many monks in the temple who are good people, from time to time to help the neighbors under the mountain, the abbot in the temple is a wonderful hand to rejuvenate, saving a lot of people in the mountain village, so although the Qingshan Temple is not the peak of incense, but it has never broken the incense crowd.

Xuankong is a little monk in Qingshan Temple, with a slightly blue scalp and white skin like a baby, telling the childhood of a twelve-year-old.

However, Xuankong is extremely unusual in Qingshan Temple. The Xuanzi generation is the only one in the abbot's generation of extremely high seniority, the Xuanzi generation in the temple has already been more than half a hundred years old, only the little monk Xuankong is only twelve years old now.

Speaking of the generation of the little monk, I have to mention another extremely unusual figure in the temple, the crazy monk, the master of Xuankong.

As for why his master was called a mad monk, that is another story, in short, this master and apprentice are also big and small people in Qingshan Temple.

At this time, Xuankong was in an artificially built attic on a mountain, constantly flipping through the scriptures in the temple, bowing his head from time to time in contemplation, and his naïve face was full of doubts.

If you understand it, you will breathe a sigh of relief, and if you can't, you can only read it many times inexplicably.

Cleaning the attic is the daily practice given by the abbot to the little monk, but there is a strange figure living in the scripture pavilion. The little monk only met occasionally, but he didn't know the Dharma name. The little monk once asked everyone in Qingshan Temple, only his crazy master and the abbot uncle who recited the scriptures on the mountain all the year round admitted that there was a strange temper living in the scripture pavilion, and the others had never seen it.

The strange characters in the scripture pavilion put the basic scriptures on the table every time, and at first the little monk thought that the strange man pulled it down, and he looked at it curiously from time to time. It's just that as time passed, Xuankong actually developed the habit of reading books. Although the twelve-year-old little monk has long been familiar with the books in the Scripture Pavilion.

Growing up in the mountains, Genku fell in love with Aoyamaji Temple. The abbot of Qingshan Temple is amiable, always from time to time to bring Xuankong all kinds of delicious wild fruits and cakes sent from the mountain, the temple monks are even more powerful, there is a story that once the temple monks traveled the world to obtain immortal achievements.

There are many simple people in the countryside under the mountain, and there are few fights. It's just that from time to time, there are strongmen and robbers outside the mountain who bully and insult the simple mountain people, and the warrior monks in the Qingshan Temple will go down the mountain to punish the evil and promote the good. The warrior monk practiced martial arts, and he was really chic and handsome.

The little monk also wanted to be such a warrior monk, but his body was weak and sickly since he was a child. One year, the snow covered the mountain, and the weather was unusually cold, and the frail little monk almost went to the west to see the Buddha.

Fortunately, Xuankong's crazy master showed his might in time and disappeared in front of Xuankong in an instant. It really disappeared in an instant, and the little monk told everyone in the temple, but no one believed it, and they all said that the little monk had hallucinations when he was terminally ill. Only the little monk knew that although he was already weak, he was conscious.

The mad master came back with a bag of roasted meat and two purple gourds hanging from his waist. The mad monk asked Xuankong to drink the whole gourd wine, and in a daze, the young man remembered that he had eaten a lot of meat.

From then on, the little monk began to break his vows and eat wine and meat, but the other brothers in the temple did not drink and eat meat.

The little monk pondered and meditated, and finally came up with a way to convince himself to break the vows above board. Every time I eat meat and drink wine, I always tell myself that I am not Xuankong, but Qingyun. Therefore, there is the Xuankong on the mountain and the green clouds under the mountain. The name of Qingyun spread under the mountain, after all, there are only two wine and meat monks in the town, one big and one small.

The little monk Qingyun under the mountain, the crazy monk on the mountain, the crazy monk.

The little monk also began to live a life of wine and meat, because he found in the thick sea of scriptures and books in the back mountain, "Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart", this deceptive words that the crazy monk hangs on his lips every day, and at the same time has a way to break the vows.

Since then, the little monk has become more curious about the crazy monk, and always feels that the mad monk master must have a great background, maybe it is the famous warrior monk back then.

The little monk looked at his crazy master, and sometimes he was extremely distressed, because the crazy master was really crazy. Someone saw the mad monk scolding madly at the stream at the edge of the village, and even jumped into the stream to fight wildly. Some people even saw the crazy monk, sitting cross-legged on the mountain peak, beckoning slightly, and the wind was cold. So for the crazy monk, the temple and the mountain are all the same, really crazy and fake monks.

Just yesterday, his crazy master asked himself to pack his luggage and leave the native Aoyama Temple. The little monk Xuankong checked the wine in the wine jar and made sure that the master had not drunk alcohol today, so he ran to the top of the mountain like a gust of wind to find the abbot.

The abbot is also an extremely strange figure, meditating and chanting beside a stone tablet on the top of the mountain all year round, rain or shine. The people in the temple carefully examined the stone tablet, and there was nothing miraculous.

The abbot treats people very peacefully, as if the spring breeze is blowing, and the explanation of Buddhist scriptures and Zen is easy to understand. Since he was a child, the little monk often asked the old man strange questions, and when he encountered questions that the old man thought was good, he would give Xuankong some scarce mountain fruits to eat. The little monk slowly developed the habit of going up the mountain to ask the abbot when he encountered a difficult problem.

It's just that this time the abbot listened to the words of the little monk, as if the old monk had settled down, and it took a long time to open his eyes and say to Xuankong. Roughly speaking, Xuankong is too young to participate in meditation too early, so he should listen to what the master says, go down the mountain to practice, and look for opportunities.

At the same time, he told Xuankong that after going down the mountain, he would lose the name of Xuankong, not to mention Qingshan Temple, if he was reluctant, he would change it to the name of Qingyun.

What the little monk couldn't bear was to leave his favorite scripture pavilion, which for the little monk was an understanding of the outside world and a place where various stories were hidden. There was also a magical figure waiting for the little monk to say goodbye, so the little monk came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion again.

Except for an old scripture book, there was no one to meet, and Xuankong left the Scripture Pavilion.

After leaving the Scripture Pavilion, Xuankong returned to a thatched hut at the bottom of the mountain, and the food on the stove was already overflowing with a rich aroma of rice. Xuankong extinguished the firewood on the stove, went to the cellar to fetch a bottle of medicinal wine, put it in a stone pot of warm wine, and then habitually began to wash the clothes that the master had changed.

The morning sun has just come out of the sea of clouds, and the smell of strong wine wafts from afar, and a man whose clothes are covered with patches, humming a small song under the mountain in his mouth, and drinking the wine in his hand from time to time, this is the mad monk.

Seeing the little monk washing clothes at the door, the mad monk lay on the rocking chair on the side of the door casually, and said to the little monk: "Why haven't you left yet, and you are still fiddling with this stinky skin?"

Xuankong seemed to be accustomed to the posture of the mad monk, stopped what he was doing, and asked seriously: "Master, can't I really stay in the temple? ”

Hearing this, the mad monk waved his hand impatiently and said, "Let you go, what are you talking about, where are you, go find it yourself." ”

Seeing that the master was still crazy, Xuankong slowly returned to his former calm. After packing up the things at home, Xuankong knelt down and saluted the mad monk, and said seriously: "Master, I'm leaving, take care of your old man, I will come back to see your old one." ”

The mad monk waved his hand impatiently, tasted the wine in his hand with his own care, and casually threw a hat to Xuankong. Xuankong took the hat thrown by his master and walked down the mountain path with his luggage on his back.

Not long after the little monk descended the mountain, the scattered expression on the face of the mad monk gradually disappeared, replaced by a deep worry and reluctance.

Looking up at the peak, the figure of the mad monk gradually blurred, and the next moment he appeared in the abbot's room in the temple, "Senior brother, why did you give him to me twelve years ago, and now let him go down the mountain to fend for himself?", the mad monk looked at the abbot who was sitting and chanting.

"Amitabha, why should the junior brother know the advisor, the Buddha meets the destined person, and there is a way to gather and disperse, why should the junior and younger brother be persistent. The abbot said slowly, unhurriedly.

When the mad monk heard this, he sighed inexplicably and whispered: "The wheel of fate has been opened, and there will be more suffering in the world. The junior brother came to bid farewell to the senior brother. ”

The abbot turned to look at the mad monk and asked, "Amitabha, dare to ask if the junior brother is a Xuandao person or a mad monk?"

The mad monk was slightly stunned, and instantly shook his head and said nothing, but a pot of wine was poured into his mouth and said: "Where is a Taoist or a monk, all are one of all living beings, senior brother take care, senior brother is here to say goodbye." ”

After the mad monk finished speaking, his whole body actually revealed a sense of getting rid of dust, if the little monk was here, he would definitely wipe his eyes and look at his master again.

After the mad monk waved towards the abbot, he slowly turned around and walked down the mountain, and his seemingly very slow pace disappeared in front of him in an instant.

Watching the mad monk leave, the abbot whispered: "My Buddha is merciful and purifies all sentient beings. After saying that, the abbot walked to the outside of the temple, and soon appeared on the top of the green mountain.

The abbot looked at the mad monk who was gradually disappearing and whispered: "I can't imagine that his cultivation has been cultivated to this point, I'm afraid that the world is so big, there is no place where the junior and younger brothers can't go, and the Xuandao people back then are only afraid of coming back." After speaking, the abbot's figure slowly blurred and disappeared.

The mountain wind on the mountain is still cold, the stone tablet on the mountain is still motionless, and the old abbot on the mountain is still chanting the scriptures on the stone tablet.

It's just that today's stele trembled slightly, and a faint voice came out: "Old bald donkey, don't you read today's scriptures very well? Why can't you calm down? Why don't you let the old man come out and talk to you?"

The old abbot sighed slightly, and said softly: "Baiyun Canggou, a thousand years seem to be in the blink of an eye, Amitabha." ”

"It seems that you are not old and foolish, sooner or later I will go out, how about you let me go sooner?" a voice came from below the stone tablet again.

The old abbot looked at the slightly lit white fish belly in the distance, and a faint breath of life gradually sprouted on his dry face. A golden text appeared out of thin air in the faintly lit sky, and instantly fell on the stone tablet.

The stele emitted a black light slightly, and the curse under the stele suddenly sounded, but the golden words on the stele flashed, and a painful sound came from the ground, and it was completely calm.

The old abbot shouted "Amitabha" slightly, and a "goodness" faintly came out of the void, and the morning sun on the horizon slowly showed a smiling face.

The abbot bowed his head slightly and touched the words on the stone tablet, and muttered that it was already nine hundred and sixty-four words, a thousand years of fate, and the beginning of reincarnation.