One night after half a moon, in Luoyang City, only to hear a loud noise, the earth shook the mountain, everyone ran out of the house, noisy in the street, then saw the direction of the White Horse Temple outside the city, in the temple monks chanted in unison, a hill-sized colorful glazed tower, rising to the sky, slowly rotating, releasing thousands of colorful brilliance. After a cup of tea, the colorful glazed pagoda gradually became smaller, and finally fell silently into the White Horse Temple.

Early the next morning, there are countless men, women and children, competing to go out of the city, saying that there is a Buddha manifestation, giving the pagoda town temple, benefiting one party, coming straight to the White Horse Temple in an endless stream, the temple on both sides of the door, crowded to the water. However, there was a middle-aged monk, blonde hair and blue eyes, calm with a hint of childishness, walking against the current, and finally squeezed through the side door to the outside of the temple.

This se-eyed monk, wearing the yellow robe of Han Buddhism, but wearing the lama's high-top leather red shoes on his feet, stood there, looking at the crowd like the sea pouring down, and looked at the towering Qiyun Pagoda in the temple, slightly clasped his palms, bowed and saluted, and then floated away.

This monk, who looks like a man and dresses nondescriptly, is Wuxu. These days, Wuxu and Pharaoh Yuan monks are in the pagoda day and night. Wuxu first used the mandala Dharma Realm to draw out the Dharma Realm karmic fire in the Yuan Dharma body. Immediately, each of them used the light of relics to round the silence and tranquility, or cultivated the Vajra Hidden Method with the spirit body, or reconciled the four great fire tribulations, and refined the Qiyun Pagoda blessed by countless eminent monks and great virtues with all the Dharma. When the karma and fire of the Dharma Realm are all drawn out, the body of the Enlightenment Void Spiritual Consciousness is slightly glowing with golden light, and the Yuan Law has also refined the Qiyun Pagoda into a colorful glazed pagoda. As for the wonderful use of this spiritual body to practice Vajra without being bad, and what is the power of the Colorful Glazed Pagoda? The author, I don't dare to go beyond the boundaries and cheat the number of words, and you will know at a glance later.

As soon as the Yuan Fa was dissolved by the karmic fire of the Dharma Realm and the four major fire tribulations in the body, his mood was indescribable, and he repeatedly retained Wu Xu; That night, at the top of the tower, with supreme mana, with spiritual consciousness for the realization of the void to recite a copy of the "Yuanjue Sutra"; and at dawn, when Wuxu was about to leave the pagoda, quietly said, "That Zhao Haoran is the royal family of the previous dynasty, and he lived temporarily in the White Horse Temple. Now although he is a true spirit monk, he has never forgotten to recapture the Song Dynasty, and his personality is becoming more and more gloomy; when he entered the tower, the old man sensed that he had a murderous intent for you, so he said that you are here to practice with the old man, and you will not leave the customs for a year and a half. If you meet it in the future, you need to pay more attention. ”

Wuxu listened to Yuanfa's advice, although he couldn't figure it out, he also temporarily pressed the idea of going to Dongji Island to find Guo Min. When I came out of the temple, I wanted to continue to face south, and still go to the originally agreed Lushan, and it was best to return to the Hualien Miaofa Sect to have a look. Fu thought again, near the east of Luoyang, the ancient capital of the Ten Dynasties, Tokyo Bianliang. In his previous life, he had not visited before, so he whimpered and lamented, but now he is so close that he cannot say that he will go to it. Make up your mind and travel all the way east. What I saw and heard on the road, it is difficult to describe in detail, only less than half a month later, I arrived at the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty in the former dynasty, and Kaifeng in the later generations.

This Tokyo Bianliang is still in the hands of the Yuan army at the moment. This Bianliang is wider than Luoyang, although it is located in the north, but the city is like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and you can see canals and lakes from time to time. The streets are orderly, bustling places, all kinds of colors, all kinds of goods, all kinds of food. Obviously, hundreds of years have passed, and there is still the style of the Northern Song Dynasty, and the subtleties of its charm are not comparable to Luoyang.

When Wuxu entered the city, the first thing that came to mind was the well-known "Qingming Riverside Map" at home and abroad. So he found a carriage and passed through the market to the Bianhe River. This Bianhe River runs through the whole city of Bianliang from east to west. Dozens of miles apart from the east and west, there is a stone bridge, Changhong across the water. On the river, there are countless boats of different sizes, carrying merchants and goods from the south to the north, carrying literati and who chant poems against each other, and hiding fairy beauties who can sing and dance......

Wuxu stood by the river, looking at all this in front of him with the mentality of a person of later generations, feeling both novel and confused. The world is in turmoil, and the former capital of the first good is still lively, singing and dancing. It is thought that according to the historical records, Liu Futong made a three-way northern expedition, captured Bianliang, and set his capital here; Fu was again attacked by the army led by Chakhan Timur and Polo Timur, and the city of Bianliang was broken. All of them were bleeding all over the ground, and the flames were soaring to the sky. I only sigh that there are many lives in the red face, and there are many wars in the capital.

As he was sighing, he suddenly heard a burst of laughter. Then there was an old bustard who was half-aged and, from the window of a painting boat that came from the shore, leaned over and said to Wu Xujiao, "That monk, what are you doing standing on the shore in a daze? Where are you going, asking the girls to give you a ride?"

Wuxu didn't want to be contaminated with this, so he turned around and walked away. An old man standing on a nearby boat said again, "Master, it's getting late, and one person is facing the river and the sky. ”

Wuxu, seeing that the old man was quite elegant, clasped his palms together and smiled, "Shopkeeper, how do you know that the little monk, a monk, likes to drink?" The old shopkeeper waved his hand and said, "In these years, the crepe is a black hand behind his back, and the drunken one is crying in front of him." Amitabha Buddha only likes gilded Buddha, and etiquette, righteousness and shame are all buried in the book. ”

When Wuxu heard this, he laughed, and while flying towards the boat where the old man was, he asked aloud, "Is this Yuanqu?" ”

The old shopkeeper, while diligently guiding Wuxu, who had landed on the deck, to the private room upstairs, instructed the little servant to serve tea, and said, "What Yuanqu is not Yuanqu." Little old man, just talk a few nonsense on this Bianhe River and eat with a mouthful of food. If you are a guest officer, you eat comfortably, drink satisfactorily, and reward a few small dollars, the little old man will be Amitabha, and the etiquette and righteousness will be shameful. ”

Wuxu was teased by the old shopkeeper's "wit" and teased the wine worm in his stomach, couldn't help touching his bald head, and said with a smile, "What do you say Amitabha, etiquette, righteousness and shame, a pot of good wine, and Bianliang's special snacks." ”

The old man, as soon as he bent his waist, made a continuous sound, and then went down for a while.

After a while, carp and dragon whisker noodles, three fresh lotus cakes, lamb stewed jade noodles, and donkey slices Hu spicy soup were placed in front of Wuxu.

While eating delicious food, Wuxu poured himself a drink, and sometimes he was happy that he had cultivated the Vajra in Qiyun Pagoda, and sometimes he was grateful that Guo Min came to the rescue with his master.

Unconsciously, the night was dark, the moonlight was hazy, and Wu Xuan was alone, and he was a little drunk on the rickety night boat. Looking up at the waning moon in the sky, thinking of Guo Min at the top of the Qiyun Pagoda of the White Horse Temple that day, in the moonlight, charming color, and thinking of himself in the endless night sky, he couldn't help but whisper, "When is the bright moon?" I don't know what year it is tonight?"

But in a private room next to him, he sneered and laughed, and a woman said loudly, "Sister, I didn't expect this monk to eat and drink for more than an hour, and finally began to chew words again." Another crisp voice rang out, "Don't chew your tongue." The affairs of others should be taken care of. ”

The two who looked like sisters, although their voices were not loud, Wuxu could hear them clearly, turned their heads to look behind them, shook their heads, and knew that they didn't know where they came from. I didn't pay attention to it at the moment, and just asked the old shopkeeper to bring another pot of warm wine.

But in the private room behind Wuxu, a graceful and luxurious young woman sat rigorously on the colorless banquet, holding chopsticks and chopsticks, sandwiching a piece of snow-white yam into the plate of the burly middle-aged man on the left side with a smile on his face, and said to the sullen girl on the right, "If you are so naughty, my sister will not take you out next time." ”

The middle-aged man, seeing this, said in the middle of the circle, "It's rare to come out once, can't you sisters have something to say?" That monk, dressed indecently, looks like a warlock in the rivers and lakes, Ruolan, why are you so nervous. The sullen little girl next to her immediately said, "Brother-in-law is right. People just saw that this monk seemed to know a little about Yuan Qu before, so they paid attention to it; who knew that in the back, he ate and drank nonsense, and in the end, he dryly memorized a few sentences of Master Su's "Water Tune Song Head", which was not only undesirable, but also seemed to be abusive. It's just a joke. ”

These are things that I have never heard of when I drink and get drunk alone, and I don't know who the burly middle-aged man in the private room is, and who is the graceful and luxurious young woman? As for the sullen and ignorant girl, I don't know who it is. Just eating and drinking, while looking around the banks of the Bianhe River. Only the past life and this life, how can there be chance encounters and sudden separations?

After a while, in the middle of the night, the lights on the boat were lit, the candles were swaying, the waning moon reflected the flowing water, and everyone was half drunk.

But I saw that the old shopkeeper, holding a stack of rice paper, slowly walked to Wuxu, and said with a smile, "The night is deep, the wine is half drunk, the master is alone tonight, the waning moon falls on his shoulders, can there be beautiful words?"

Wuxu looked at the old shopkeeper with a "wicked smile" on his face, and said with a smile, "What if there is? What if there is not? Is it possible, can the little monk's wine money be waived?"

The old shopkeeper, squinting his eyes, replied, "The master said that he laughed, the boat is drifting on this Bianhe River, day and night, just to earn some money for drinks." However, if the master occasionally feels nostalgia when the boat is drunk, and the old man thinks about it, he can hang the book on the silk silk and hang it on the bow of the ship. First, after the master wakes up tomorrow, the romance can be found tonight, and second, after the master drifts away, the afterglow lingers, and the people who board the boat behind can also pursue one or two. ”

Wuxu was drunk, and when he heard the old man's words of interest, he immediately slapped the table with his palm, "I can't imagine that your wine boat is like this!" After pondering for a moment, he looked at the stack of rice paper that the old man was holding, and asked, "These are all lyrics and music composed by the people who are playing on this boat tonight?"

When the old man nodded yes, a hearty laugh sounded, "Master must not be stingy with poetry, if there are good words and good songs, just sing them, but there is no need to worry about the wine money." But it was the middle-aged man in the private room before, according to the temper of the little girl just now, who spoke with a little teasing.

Wuxu turned his head and looked at it, such a social occasion and sophisticated people, but he was downbeat. It's just that, looking at the waning moon overhead, thinking of what he has seen and heard through the world, and thinking of his parents and friends who are almost forever separated, Zhao Tong, who is like flying in the sky and dancing in the sky, and Guo Min, who is dressed as a man and holding beads on the top of the tower, can't help but feel a little lonely and a little absurd.

Slowly walked to the bow of the boat, facing the babbling water that is like a hook and the waning moon, a popular song in the later generations, chanting and singing: the night is boundless, the crescent moon in the sky is like a hook, the so-called chanting Yuanjue out of the temple, Qingming Bianhe River scenery.

The boat looked at the night sky alone, and the waning moon in the water comforted the love.