Early in the morning, after the rain is clear, a seven-colored rainbow spans the distant mountains, the wide and calm river, a small boat goes up the river, in addition to the old man who holds the boat, there is a young man wearing a Confucian scarf, wearing a shirt and a scholar, standing with his hands, this person is the wind and bamboo, but seeing the breeze on the river surface, blowing head-on, it makes people feel refreshed for a while, and the heart is relaxed.

"Uncle of the boat, please shake slowly, so that the late life can enjoy the scenery of the landscape. Feng Shuzhu said while admiring the strange peaks and cliffs on both sides of the river, and the strange rocks of Danya.

"Childe, be slower, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch up with Fangwai Mountain at sunset, you will have to stay overnight at the bottom of the mountain, and the Kongjue Temple will not place an order at night (note: stay with outsiders)." The old man who supported the boat said with his mouth, but his hand slowed down.

"Thank you for the kind reminder of the old man, there is no urgency in the late life, one does not go up the mountain to worship the Buddha, and the other does not make a wish, just for the sake of friends. Feng Shuzhu said with a clear smile on his face.

"Oh, I didn't expect that the son was young and could make friends with the monks of the Kongjue Temple in Fangwai Mountain, rare, rare!" The old man who supported the boat said twice in a row, and at the same time cast a look of admiration.

Feng Shuzhu understands, the old man who supports the boat is so praised, just because the outside mountain Kongjue Temple is a famous temple in the square for thousands of miles, the temple has been built for a long time, and the monks in the temple are more profound Buddhism, in addition to subduing demons and subduing demons on weekdays, and protecting the peace of one party, it is also to guide people to goodness and educate sentient beings, so it has a lofty status in the hearts of the people, and there are many believers.

Then the old man who supported the boat was full of interest, gushing endlessly about the story of the high monk of the empty temple to subdue the demon and subduing the demon, the wind sparse bamboo listened patiently, while looking at the river, only to see that the river surface gradually narrowed, a boulder in front of it protruded, enough to cover one-third of the river surface, the boulder from a distance is like a lion, the giant mouth fangs and mane are complete, it is natural and vivid, the wind and the bamboo are carefully observed.

Suddenly, a small boat flashed out behind the boulder, and came into view, and a woman stood at the bow of the boat, dressed in white, holding a fairy sword, with beautiful eyebrows, white skin like snow, hair combed with tassels, and green silk flying in the wind behind her. Feng Shuzhu was fascinated, the woman seemed to feel his gaze, suddenly turned her face sideways, her eyes were like electricity, and she stared at Feng Shuzhu coldly, and the two boats staggered by.

As if pondering, as if recalling, Feng Shuzhu was silent, looking at the mighty river in front of the bow of the boat and losing his mind.

"Childe, it's time to dock, and you've arrived at the Fangwai Mountain Ferry. Hearing the call of the boatman, Feng Shuzhu came back to his senses, looked up and found that it was already a waning day at this time, looking at a shallow water ferry in front of him, there were several passenger boats docked around, the crowd on the trestle came one after another, it should be the believers pilgrims who worshiped the Buddha from the Kongjue Temple, and the boatman urged and shouted to get on the boat The sound can be heard clearly.

After the boat docked, Feng Shuzhu paid the boatman's silver taels, carried the baggage, jumped ashore, walked a few steps and felt that there was someone behind him, and looked back to see that it was the old man who was holding the boat, carrying a gourd with a smile, and rushed over in three steps and two steps.

Feng Shuzhu was a little surprised, turned around and asked, "Uncle, is there anything else to do?"

"The son stayed, and the old man remembered that he had something to entrust. As he spoke, the old man had already walked in front of Feng Shuzhu, put down the wine gourd in his hand, took out a sachet from his arms, and said with a smile: "Since the son is going to the Kongjue Temple, he is still bothering the son to offer this sachet to the Buddha." ”

"What is this ......?" Feng Shuzhu asked with a slight frown, puzzled.

This incense bag contains the prayer written by the old man, the boat on the river is dangerous, I want to ask the Buddha and Bodhisattva to bless, I should have climbed the mountain to go in person, because of the old age and frailty, I was tired of the son. As he spoke, he looked at Feng Shuzhu with a pleading gaze.

Feng Shuzhu took the sachet and said with a smile: "Some small things, I will definitely do it in my later life." ”

"Thank you Gongzi for your success, please bow to the old man. Saying that, the old man who was holding the boat was going to bow down.

Feng Shuzhu hurriedly hugged him and said, "The old man can't help it, he was born late." ”

The old man got up and asked, "I don't know where Childe is staying tonight?"

Feng Shuzhu slightly proved it, and replied: "I have heard that the pine waves of Fangwai Mountain are famous all over the world, especially at night, so let's climb to the top overnight." ”

The old man grinned when he heard this: "Then the old man will no longer bother the son, I still have to go to the town to drink and buy vegetables, it is getting late, and I will spend the night on the boat tonight." As he spoke, he lifted the wine gourd on the ground.

When Feng Shuzhu heard this, he suddenly realized that because he was greedy for the scenery, he had already made it impossible for the boatman to return, so he apologized and said to the old man who was supporting the boat: "It's hard work, old man." ”

"Where, where, Childe is polite, we have always been used to soliciting passengers by boat. After speaking, the old man who was holding the boat and Feng Shuzhu said goodbye to each other and walked to the side of the town alone.

Feng Shuzhu put away the sachet and looked up at the towering and upright Fangwai Mountain, but saw the sunset on the mountain, the oblique light returned, reflecting the clouds on the top of the mountain a piece of gold, the sky faintly had a bell echoing, and it seemed that there were monks singing again. From time to time, there are a few golden rays of light, passing through the clouds and flying into the top of the mountain, it is expected that the Buddhist sword fairy has returned in twilight, and the people waiting for the boat on the trestle bridge have stopped and stood, looking up at the top of the mountain, pointing and discussing.

Feng Shuzhu retracted his gaze and took advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun to walk along the stone steps and path not far from the shore to the top of the mountain. The trail is completely paved with bluestone, about five feet wide, the pine forests on both sides are lush and cover the sky, the forest is full of low flowers and plants, the forest is covered with thick yellow pine leaves, and there is a stream in the forest that follows the mountain situation, the stream is gurgling, and the pine waves are intertwined, pleasant to the ear and clear the heart, and people linger. From time to time, red and yellow ribbons can be seen on the pine branches on the roadside, fluttering in the wind, which should be prayer charms tied by mountaineering believers.

After walking for about an hour, it was already a crescent moon in the sky, and the stars were shining. Feng Shuzhu looked up to see a stone pavilion, built near the abyss, by the faint moonlight can vaguely see that the pavilion is engraved with the word "listen to the waves", walk up, walk into the stone pavilion, suddenly feel the mountain wind here. Overlooking the bottom, but see that the abyss under the pavilion is full of green pines, swaying and undulating with the wind, the sound of pine waves is like ten thousand horses galloping, and it is like a storm crashing on the shore......

In the independent pavilion of the wind and bamboo, let go of the mood, taste the bursts of pine, the mood is surging, and the passion is rippling.

Suddenly, "Hey...... Yo ......", a miserable cry came with the wind, like the groaning of a sick person, Feng Shuzhu was shocked, came back to his senses to find prestige, and vaguely saw a person sitting on the mountain road dozens of feet away, his face was blurred, and it was judged that it was an elderly man according to the voice. Feng Shuzhu hesitated slightly, flew over, and saw an old man dressed as a woodcutter sitting on the ground, holding his feet with his hands and moaning in pain, his shoes and socks were torn, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Feng Shuzhu approached and asked, "Why is the old man so hard?"

When the woodcutter heard someone asking, he was startled at first, looked up, and saw that it was a Confucian scholar, so he gave up his vigilance and said miserably: "The son doesn't know, the old man wants to see the monk of Kongjue Temple because he has something important, so he climbed the mountain overnight, and he didn't want to go here and accidentally hurt his legs and feet, alas...... How can this be good? As he spoke, he couldn't help but hide his face and weep.

When Feng Shuzhu heard this, he said, "Uncle Wansheng has a bottle of gold sore medicine here, which can suspend your pain." As he spoke, he took out a small white porcelain bottle from his baggage and handed it over.

The old woodcutter glanced at it, but did not reach out to take it, but continued: "The old man's leg injury is small, but the life of my poor people is big." ”

When Feng Shuzhu heard this, he knew that there was something else hidden, and immediately asked, "Why did the old man say this?"

The old woodcutter glanced at Feng Shuzhu again, and shook his head: "You are a weak scholar, and this matter is meaningless to you." ”

When Feng Shuzhu heard this, he smiled lightly and said: "The old man doesn't know that he is a close friend of this monk of the Empty Jue Temple in his later life. ”

Ordinary people will definitely ask so many monks in Kongjue Temple, and I don't know who you know, but when the woodcutter old man heard it, his eyes immediately lit up, and he grasped Feng Shuzhu's hand, as if he had seen a Bodhisattva in distress, and told the truth of the matter.

Originally, the woodcutter's old man's surname Liang is the name of Luotian Town, this town is located in the southeast direction of Fangwai Mountain, more than a thousand miles away from here, the life of the people in the town was originally plain and leisurely, but half a year ago there was a monk dressed up on the Luotian Mountain outside the town, claiming to be called the double-faced Buddha, but this person does not read the Buddha and does not sit in meditation, and occupies the mountain every day after the wine and meat, and does nonsense. The town gathered Zhuang Ding to drive many times, were injured by him, and then there were some strange dressed characters to vote one after another, the double-faced Buddha saw the increase in the crowd, and then wanted to build what "double-faced Buddhist temple" on the mountain, so began to catch the strong man in the town, the people were beaten to death if they disobeyed slightly, and now almost all the people in the town were caught on the mountain, and it has become an empty city.

Speaking of this, the woodcutter surnamed Liang was in tears, and he couldn't cry anymore.

Feng Shuzhu frowned slightly, and said, "Uncle, why don't the people in the town flee?"

Liang Laohan slowly shook his head and said: "Childe doesn't know, that two-faced Buddha is not a mortal, and I don't know what method he used, Luotian Mountain has been covered by him with red light, and the skin of the person who meets it will ulcerate and die in a few days." Moreover, even if ordinary mortals drive and ride horses, they are only hundreds of miles away in a day, and the two-faced Buddhas flew away from the sky and caught up in a blink of an eye. ”

Feng Shuzhu pondered for a while, glanced at Liang Laohan, and said suspiciously: "Then ...... old man?"

Liang Laohan was stunned, and immediately came to his senses and said: "Because they see that the old man is old and useless, they let me go up the mountain to chop wood every day, and the old man took the opportunity to escape." I wanted to go up the mountain to ask the monks of Kongjue Temple to drive away the wicked, but because of my anxiety, I lost my stability and injured my legs and feet. As he spoke, he wiped away his tears and began to cry.

Feng Shuzhu nodded slightly, and was about to persuade, but he heard a voice in the distance and asked: "Who is crying here?" The sound was like a bell, reaching the ear drum, looking up, and seeing a group of monks with lanterns, walking down from the mountain road ahead.

Feng Shuzhu couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, and said to Liang Laohan: "Uncle don't be sad, our savior is here." ”