It was already evening when he left Yangzhou City, and Baiyun rushed to the mountain where the Buddha's light shone non-stop, and the sudden appearance of the woman in red made his nerves tense as a full moon bowstring.

Thinking about it is useless, the mind wanders when it has been to the foot of the woody mountain, the white clouds have mixed feelings, there was a monk in the Buddhist family who was not far away, I don't know how much land he has stepped on, how many pairs of straw sandals have been broken, step by step to the west sky, after 7749 tribulations and 9981 difficulties, and finally obtained the Mahayana Buddhism to purify all sentient beings, this is called the Buddha.

At this moment, Bai Yun's state of mind is exactly the same as that of the Buddhist monk who has obtained the Great Dao Buddhism, looking for and looking for the Pure Land of Bliss after walking thousands of miles in the wilderness, Bai Yun has a slight understanding, which is probably why the monks in the world cut off the seven emotions and six desires, and seek the five roots of pure cultivation of Buddhism and Zen Dao.

Wood such as the mountain, there is a stone paved mountain road to the top of the mountain, there are countless Yangzhou pilgrims on weekdays to climb the mountain to add sesame oil, there is a family and peace, there is a prosperous business, There are also ask for the blessing of the son, whenever the drum is spread in the early morning, the pilgrims on the wood such as the clouds are bustling, rubbing shoulders one after another, and there are more pious pilgrims who fight for the head of the pillar incense, but after arriving at the Shen time, the first Buddhist temple in the world on the wood such as the mountain began to close the door to thank the guests, even if it is three kneeling and nine knocking and climbing up the wood like a mountain, the incense pilgrims who are a quarter of an hour late, are all tomorrow morning.

After Shen Shi, Muru Mountain and even the entire Muru Temple turned back to the pure place of Buddhism with pure ears.

Some slanderers of the Buddha said, since Muru Temple is a big Buddha door admired by ten thousand people, then study your Buddhism method, why do you want to open the holy land of Buddhism, so that ordinary people add money to incense, is not the world's first Buddha gate to get a false name, was blinded by pork fat paste and relied on the name of the pit to get fragrant oil money, raising a group of fat head and big ears bald donkeys on the mountain.

Later, the presiding officer of Muru Temple said a sentence, which made these slanderers who fanned the flames and watched the excitement speechless: "The study of Buddhism and Zen should be for all sentient beings, rather than behind closed doors, Muru Temple collects sesame oil in the world, but scatters to the bitter cold of the world, the cycle of cause and effect, the origin and extinction, and everything is the Buddha's fate." ’

Muru Temple is located in the Yangtze River north and south confluence of the Muru Mountain, at the foot of the mountain there is a more huge than the Dunhuang Buddha, the height of dozens of zhang such as sitting Buddha, the face is compassionate and smiling, just like the low eyebrows and smile to view the appearance of all living beings in the world, the Buddha statue goes straight to the mountainside of Muru Mountain, the hands are folded and sit in the south and look north, the beginning of the opening of the Muru Temple has been built, I don't know how much effort it took to dig the Muru Temple.

The night is shrouded, all the sounds are quiet, the whole wooden stone road is lit up with a thousand green lanterns, the wind is swaying at the moment, the lamp wall is brilliant, just like the pure land of bliss, the Buddha's light is shining.

If a cultivator shows his strength in the trouble-making long street, it is too shocking in the eyes of ordinary people, not to mention that this trip to the south of the Yangtze River cannot be so ostentatious through the market, so most of the time from Jixia Mountain to Muru Mountain Baiyun is on foot, only to the inaccessible place to dare to fly and rush the road.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, the white clouds swept up the stone road in the wind and swept towards the top of the mountain.

The sleeves are windy, where the white clouds pass by, the green lantern is dim and suddenly re-lit, thousands of green lanterns are like this, like the scene of the undulating waves, from the foot of the mountain to follow the figure of the young man all the way to spread, it looks spectacular from a distance, attracting the green lantern of Buddhism to "fly in the dust".

Sweeping along the stone road to the top of the head of the Buddha, just halfway up the whole wooden mountain, Bai Yun suddenly found a figure in front of the stone road.

After taking a closer look, Bai Yun found that this figure was also a monk in the temple, so he thought it was the monk in the Muru Temple, so he stopped and flew quickly to follow the figure.

"Fa Yu?" Bai Yun said in surprise after seeing the figure clearly.

The thin monk who was slowly climbing the mountain on the stone path turned around when he heard the sound, he folded his hands together, and said with a happy face: "Baiyun donor?"

Bai Yun was pleasantly surprised, and he took three steps to catch up with the monk in two steps.

"Why are you here?" Bai Yun couldn't hide the excitement in his heart.

As soon as the Yangtze River parted, Baiyun went south by boat, and Fa Yu, who had traveled thousands of miles for the audience, insisted on walking the rest of the road with his feet, but he rushed to Muru Temple in front of Baiyun.

Fa Yu clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Have you forgotten that I told you goodbye before parting?"

"How can you walk faster than me all the way on foot?" Bai Yun asked curiously.

"You take a boat is walking, I use my legs to walk step by step, but the form is different, you think that the boat is faster than walking, and I think walking is faster than the boat, very different and the same, in fact, whether it is by boat or walking, it is to go to the direction of Muru Temple, as for the speed is a matter of opinion. Monk Fayu slowly parted his palms and closed his palms, and his hands hung down against the gray-robed monk's robe.

Bai Yun wanted to speak and stopped, and only after the Yangtze River said goodbye did he meet for the first time, but Fa Yu talked about Buddhism and Zen with himself, and he couldn't talk for a while.

Fa Yu shook the long sleeves of the gray coat lightly, the corners of his mouth were crooked, and he showed a smile and said: "The monks don't speak, in fact, the little monk came back by taking a shortcut." ”

Bai Yun only felt that he couldn't cry or laugh, and he couldn't imagine that Fa Yu, an elm head who was more elm than himself, would learn to make jokes.

A shabby gray robe seemed to be dyed several times by dust and mud, but the young monk was happy, but after carefully examining the young man holding the wooden sword, the two eyebrows as thick as an ink fountain and as thick as a broadsword came together, and he looked at the white clouds repeatedly and incredibly.

"You're in the mirror?" Fa Yu asked in surprise with his eyes flickering.

Bai Yun nodded and said, "Yes, after saying goodbye to you, I have had many adventures, and I actually climbed onto the mirror by mistake." ”

"Amitabha. The light in the eyes of the fool only stayed for a moment, and he put his hands together and saluted, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, repeating the words on the side of the bonfire the night before parting: "The little monk has long said that your good deed in the Yangtze River, regardless of your personal safety, saved all shalent beings with the power of ants, not inferior to the Buddha cutting meat and feeding the eagle, but the great goodness of all sentient beings, must have moved the heavens because of this, so the Buddha pointed out a bright road for you." ”

Bai Yun was about to refute but opened his mouth, thinking that the Fayu monk was obsessed with Buddhism and Zen, he just smiled lightly.

"Amitabha, recall that day when you used your mantis arm as a car to prevent the passenger ship from capsizing, the little monk walked tens of thousands of miles from south to north and from west to east, and saw all the faces of all living beings, but I did not see the fearless appearance of abandoning the small self to take the big self like you, and when I returned to the temple, the little monk will tell the master about your good deeds that day, and let his old man chant for you for three days to accumulate merit. Fa Yu turned around again and bowed to the top of the mountain.

Fa Yu raised his waist, looked at the deep night, and said with a bright smile: "Let's go, it's not too early, let's hurry up the mountain." ”

Muru Temple is on the top of the mountain, the tiger is located between the steep and undulating peaks and peaks, only to the mountainside you can see the magnificent temple pavilion on the top of the mountain, and the two of them walked along the stone road for about half an hour before climbing to the top of the mountain.

The whole of the Buddhist temple is diametrically opposed to the construction of the Buddhist temple of the southern Chaoyang style, all of them are sitting in the south and looking north, the first thing that comes into view is a ten thousand Buddha Ping for pilgrims to stop and add incense, the center of the ping platform is a purple sand incense burner full of incense roots, at this time there are three long incense sticks thick as the wrist on the stove are burning silently, the incense mist is curling, and it does not disperse around the ping platform.

Slowly walk into the depths, the ancient trees in the temple are cloudy, the green shade covers the sky, it feels clear and thorough, the noisy and noisy temple during the day is only swaying in the cool breeze at this time, and it is extremely clean.

In addition to the magnificent building complex, the main hall of the Buddhist temple is a seven-storey pavilion, a total of one hundred and eight windows of all sizes and sizes, but all of them are closed, and none of them are open, the pavilion is lit with hundreds of green lanterns, just like the heavenly glazed palace is located in the mortal dust.

There is a breeze into the building, and the hundreds of green lights of the nine-story building are from low to high, from the first floor to the seventh floor, and they are slightly swaying in turn, as if they are floating in a fairyland, and they are mysterious and wonderful.

Fa Yu wanted to take Bai Yun to the nine-story pavilion to have a look at the scenery in the building, and also asked the master to ask Bai Yun where his fellow door was in the temple now, but the pavilion was empty except for the swaying green lanterns, so he took Bai Yun around the main hall and came to the backyard of Muru Temple.

Just like the simple white-walled tiled house of ordinary people, it is the backyard of this Muru Temple with the reputation of the world's first Buddhist gate, the tiled house is burning with dim oil lamps, and there is a whispering of scripture recitation from the house, which is about the monks in the house chanting and meditating.

Bai Yun looked around curiously, in addition to the rows of neat roof tiles in the backyard of Muru Temple, there were also many flowers and plants planted that made people's hearts open, Fa Yu took it for granted to the night cultivation of the monks in the temple, and walked evenly through the roof tiles, without much attention, his mind was on those flowers and plants that were carefully taken care of by the monks in the temple on weekdays.

"It's a little more lush than when I left. Fa Yu's fingers gently brushed a Bodhi leaf and said to himself.

"But it's a little more yellow than when I left. Fa Yu shook his head and sighed lightly.

"It is late autumn, the solar term is strong, and it is the norm for flowers and plants to wither and wither. Bai Yun explained.

Although the building of Muru Temple is similar to the pattern of the southern building, it is very different from the ordinary southern building, the southern building all sits in the north and faces the south, wading in the light to welcome the dynasty, but the building of the Muru Temple is to sit in the south and look at the north, the sun blocks the light on weekdays, and the growth of flowers and plants will inevitably be a little unsatisfactory.

Bypassing the monk's house with the sound of scriptures in the ears, Fa Yu led the white clouds to a secluded courtyard, the house in the courtyard is the same as the white-walled tile house in the backyard of the Muru Temple, simple and elegant, but there is a quiet and leisurely small courtyard, the courtyard is full of bonsai flowers and plants, the southeast corner of the courtyard is reclaimed by the owner of the yard to reclaim a good soil, planted with a thousand postures of late winter beauty plum when it is in full bloom, but at this time it is the late autumn festival, there are no plum blossoms blooming on the tree, only bare branches.