The two of us walked until dark, found a ruined temple on the side of the road, and stayed in the ruined temple for one night, of course, this night, for me was extremely tormenting, I only squinted for two or three hours, and then I kept awake, with a lot of thoughts in my heart, until dawn, and Qingxin slept alive until dawn.

Seeing Qingxin sleeping on the straw casually, I sighed, this life may be as short as a night, the same is to sleep until dawn, you can face the darkness step by step, you can also be drunk and fall asleep as if no one else, most people are looking forward to living the latter, and finally found that it is very difficult to live the former.

Dawn the next day.

"Why didn't you sleep. Qingxin asked at the first glance.

"How can you tell I'm not sleeping. ”

"Because last night I saw that you were unsettled, so naturally you couldn't sleep. ”

That's amazing.

After a while, the two of us continued to set off to Jinshan Temple.

The journey was shorter than Qingxin expected, and we arrived in a small town not far from Jinshan Temple in the afternoon.

In order not to attract attention, I went to the tailor shop and bought a coarse linen coat.

If you ask me why I buy coarse linen clothes, I can only cry and say, this is not a shopping mall, there are famous brand stores, the best clothes in this store are linen, I still buy the best goods in coarse linen.

There's no way, although it's rougher, after all, you can hide yourself, so as not to provoke the attention of the officials and soldiers and make trouble for yourself. From this, after changing into coarse linen clothes, I was only doing one thing along the way, tickling.

Of course, I also bought an extra piece of coarse cloth to wrap my ancient sword and carry it behind my back, so that no one would come to me to borrow the sword at every turn, causing unnecessary trouble.

After soothing the soothing, we saw an old monk selling straw sandals on the side of the road. To ask about the way to the temple, naturally asking the monk is the most straightforward.

"Old man, do you know where Jinshan Temple is going?" asked Qingxin on my behalf.

The old man showed us the way very politely, and in order to repay the old man for his guidance, I bought a pair of straw sandals in his basket as a reward.

"Okay, I've asked you about Jinshan Temple, and you can go the rest of the way by yourself. Qingxin stopped the trail.

"Well, thank you girl for taking care of you all the way. I said lightly.

"Farewell. Qingxin gave me a fist and hurried away.

I followed the instructions of the old monk, and soon came to the foot of Jinshan Temple, only to see a small road zigzag up the mountain, the side of the road is overgrown with weeds, obviously few people come and go.

I stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up at the golden mountain, the so-called mountain is not high, there are immortals, the golden mountain fully embodies the meaning of this proverb, of course I refer to the first half of the sentence.

But to tell the truth, this mountain and the word "gold" are incompatible, I don't know how the people on the mountain came up with this name.

No matter what, I must immediately find the abbot of Jinshan Temple, a wise man, to solve the mystery of crossing for me and find a way to go back for me.

Winding up the mountain path, I soon came to the temple gate.

With mottled grey walls and dilapidated eaves beams, Jinshan Temple is a small and dilapidated temple.

"Dustless Temple"

The dilapidated plaque on the main entrance of the temple has three characters written on it.

Maybe she remembered wrongly, thinking that the temple on Jinshan should be called Jinshan Temple, and the sword shop should sell swords.

This gate is indeed very broken, but the old door panel can give people a simple and elegant sense of the world, which makes me respect Jinshan Temple. After all, the opulent decoration would be contrary to the Buddhist concept of elegance and seclusion.

Sure enough, before entering the door, I saw two vertical words on the left and right in front of the door: the crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, and the small temple was here.

To be honest, I seem to have seen this beautiful word somewhere, by the way, it was a Song Dynasty poem I read in high school, in Chinese class.

It was Xin Qiji's "Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi", although I don't know why Xin Qiji offended the old monk in the temple, but it can be seen that the word changer further lowered the grade of the small temple.

The temple door is hidden.

"Anyone?" Seeing the dilapidated mountain gate and the words that had been altered, I had no hope.

"Donor, I've been waiting for you for a long time. A little monk came out from behind the door and smiled at me.

The little monk looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, and such an evil smile made me think that there might be a conspiracy inside.

Also, how did they know I was coming?

"Is the abbot here?" I respectfully clasped my palms together as a sign of devotion.

"Is my master here? The little monk said.

This is a pity for me, but it is not easy to see the master.

"But the master said that someone would come to him, right now. The little monk's face was serious, and even he himself was very shocked by his master's judgment.

"Oh, that's right, Venerable Master is really clever, then I'll visit another day. ”

When I had already stepped on the first step down the mountain.

"The donor stayed. ”

I know there's a play.

"What's wrong. ”

"My master is inside. ”

I was a little dissatisfied in my heart, why did I deceive a pilgrim as devout as me before, but fortunately, my temper comes and goes quickly.

"Please lead the way. Even if he was dissatisfied, the feeling of wanting to ask to see Pusheng was irrepressible.

The little monk pushed open the mountain gate, and the dust fell from the top of my head.

The dust in this dustless temple seems to be a bit too much.

Entering the small temple, there is a wide courtyard, with vines and flowers on the four walls, and plants growing freely in the courtyard, which is very in line with the concept of the monks' yearning for freedom.

I was very puzzled by this.

"Little master, why is the temple so dilapidated, and you don't decorate it. ”

"There's no money. ”

My heart sank.

"Why is there no money, isn't there incense money?"

"There are no pilgrims. ”

I'm in my heart again, forget it, it's still important to find someone, don't ask.

Out of the courtyard, around two or three corridors, the little master took me to a small meditation room, there is no superfluous home furnishings, simple, elegant, quiet, I also like such a simple home. It reminds me of a modern three-storey villa, luxurious, upscale, spacious, and simply outrageous.

"Donor, why did you come with me. The little master raised his eyes and looked at me for some reason.

"Aren't you going to take me to your master?"

"This is my meditation room, my master is not here. ”

Hearing this, I was furious, but fortunately, this qi sword would not absorb my anger, so the ancient sword that was hidden did not tremble.

Are you playing with me? I tried my best to suppress my irritability.

"Little master, it was just when I was about to go down the mountain, and you suddenly stopped me and said what was going on with your master inside. ”

"Yes, my master is also inside. ”

I just want to hit people now, but I suspect I can't beat this little master either.

"Little master, stop playing, your master is not there, I'm very busy, I don't have time to talk to you here. "I keep the demeanor I deserve.

"My master said, a person, as long as the heart is there, then the body, the heart is not there, the body is not there, my master often says that his heart has always been in the temple, so he is there, donor, do you think I am very smart. The little master scratched his head happily.

........

I froze where I was, speechless.

But it didn't disappoint me for long, I still saw the host, I saw him outside the mountain gate step by step, step by step, slowly carrying a bamboo basket and walked up, I fixed my eyes, isn't it the old man who sells straw shoes?

"Yes, you know my master. The little master said.

Not only do I know each other, but I also take care of your business in the Dustless Temple.

Although I met the abbot, things went beyond my expectations, because it was not Master Pusheng, it was another monk.