Ning Shi stared at the little boy in front of him, the more he looked at it, the more he felt a little strange, the tip of his nose sniffed, and his brows furrowed.

He smelled a smell, a smell of dead bodies, the smell came from the bamboo basket behind the little boy's back, the frame was lifeless, and depending on how far the boy bent over, there should be something hidden in the frame.

Of course.

In this world, the northern border of the Tang Kingdom has suffered a catastrophe, where can it be better.

Rubbing the little boy's head, Ning Shi asked casually, "What is the name of your village?"

The little boy lowered his head and moved his toes, feeling the warmth of the soles of his feet, and then raised his head and answered Ning Shi's question very seriously: "We call it Lujiazhai here." ”

Ning Shi: "What about the people in the village?"

Little boy: "Yesterday there were soldiers on tall horses passing by, and many people died, and the rest ran away. ”

Ning Shi: "Why don't you leave?"

There was a trace of sadness between the little boy's eyebrows: "My sister is sick, I have to stay and take care of her, I hid my sister in the cellar, and the soldiers didn't find out." ”

Ning Shi was stunned, and then looked at the small frame behind him: "What about now? What are you going to do? There will be more and more bad people passing by in the future." ”

The little boy nodded, "I know, so, I'm leaving the village." I was also about to leave when I ran into this fat brother. ”

Ning Shi: "Where do you want to go?"

The little boy said without hesitation: "Tzu Chi Monastery in Chan Mountain, the old village chief has said that you can go to the nearby Zen Mountain first, and the master of the temple will protect us." ”

Ning Shi repeated, and then searched the memory in his mind, thinking about whether his aunt had mentioned such a Buddhist sect, and the answer was: "No, I don't have any impression at all, but I have heard of this Zen Mountain." ”

Ning Shi is a foodie, his aunt is also a foodie, and the Zen Mountain in Ning Shi's impression is a kind of tea. Meng Bajiu once told him that the most famous thing in Zenshan is tea, especially suitable for picking after snow, which is the best in tea.

Buddhism likes to do good deeds and accumulate virtue.

I don't think there is a shortage of a few mouthfuls to eat.

If this Tzu Chi Temple is very close to here, then why don't you go to this temple tonight to spend the night, Ning Shi thought so, and then asked the little boy: "Is the Tzu Chi Temple far away?"

The little boy thought for a moment: "It's not far, but it's not close, it shouldn't be there before dark, but it can definitely be reached in an hour." ”

Ning Shi: "Then let's go with you." ”

Little boy: "Yes. ”

Ning Shi: "My name is Ning Shi, what's your name?"

Little boy: "Lu Yan, the deer of Lujiazhai, the cold Yan." ”

When Ning Shi was talking to Lu Yan, the spring night on the side was somehow, and he kept sneezing, sneezing one sneeze after another, non-stop.

The nose of the spring night is very smart, more than the nose of a puppy, and then she smelled the unusual in the bamboo basket behind Lu Yan, and reached out to pull the bamboo basket away.

A cold corpse appeared in front of everyone's eyes!

In the bamboo basket, there was a little girl with a purple face, curled up, already dead.

This world of iniquity.

......

In the sunset.

Lu Yan walked steadily towards the Zen Mountain in his heart.

Behind him lay his sister in the bamboo basket, he knew that his sister was dead, otherwise he would not have gone out of the house, he was an older brother, and he had to protect his sister.

When the Huguo cavalry passed by, his sister was wounded and became ill, and although he hid her, she did not survive in the end. He blamed himself, but he couldn't fall, and he wanted to carry his sister to Tzu Chi Monastery because he hoped that his sister would be able to achieve bliss there.

Lu Yan didn't know what bliss was.

In short, it should be a very good and happy place, he has never been there, but he heard that the masters of Tzu Chi Monastery can send people to Elysium.

He didn't go to Zen Mountain to take refuge.

When his sister closed her eyes, he swore that one day he would slaughter those high-headed bad guys, and he remembered them all, and he remembered every person, every weapon, and every piece of armor.

If you ask Lu Yan, can you let it go? You are still young, and carrying such a heavy burden will crush you.

Lu Yan would definitely not agree, in his own words: "If you can bring back the people in the new grave in the mountain behind the village, if you can get my sister back, then I will listen to you." You can't do it, so don't persuade me, it's not negotiable. ”

Lu Yan walked with a straight pace.

Straight.

Because I don't want to turn around, I don't even want to turn my mind.

Ning Shi knew that there was a kind of tea in Chanshan that was very famous, but he didn't remember the name of this tea, in fact, this tea was quite related to their destination, Tzu Chi Temple.

Before the Tang Dynasty, Tzu Chi Temple was not actually called Tzu Chi Temple, but only the name of the temple in order to go with the flow and change the name of the temple in response to the general trend, because the Tang kings of all dynasties hoped that the temple could be compassionate and relieve the world.

The temple on Zen Mountain was formerly known as Boiled Snow.

The most famous tea on Zen Mountain is also called boiled snow.

In the oral tradition of the older generation, there is such a story.

It is said that a long time ago, Zenshan was very, very cold, colder than the Meishan tuyere. Because it is freezing for a long time, no matter who it is, as long as you speak with one mouth, it is easy to freeze.

Standing facing each other, they may not be able to hear what the other person is saying, so what should they do?

The story comes from a temple in the depths of Zen Mountain, and over time, the temple in the story is called the Boiling Snow Temple, and the best tea on this mountain is also called Boiling Snow Tea.

When Ning Shi was climbing Zen Mountain at sunset, an incident happened at Tzu Chi Temple on the mountainside.

The Daxiong Treasure Hall in the center of the temple is majestic and solemn, the main hall is divided into three gates, and there are three Buddha statues squatting in the main hall. The Venerable Ananda on the left hand, the Venerable Kasya, the Venerable on the right hand, and the Shakyamuni in the middle.

In front of the Buddha statue is a gray futon.

At this time, there was no one on the futon.

On weekdays, in this position, at this time, the abbot Huaizang Master should be in meditation.

The sky is getting dark, and the Zen Mountain is shivering and fluttering snowflakes, and this snow is no longer known to be the first time it has fallen this winter. In the entire Tang Kingdom, except for the north, there is no snow anywhere, as if the snow of a country is concentrated in one place, and the next one is endless.

In a meditation room next to the main hall.

In the center of the room was a small stove, on which was a purple clay pot, in which tea had been added, and the head of the pot was wafting with white mist, and the spout was bubbling with blisters.

It turned out that Master Huaizang did not go to Zen, but hid here to participate in tea.

Huaizang was wearing a thick Buddhist robe, his face was wrinkled, and his palms were dry, but he was very energetic and his hands were very powerful.

When the teapot rang thirty-three times, Huaizang picked it up and poured himself half a cup, blew the heat of the eaves, slowly brought the tea to his mouth, and took a small sip.

The tea is a little bland, some too clear.

Huaizang stared at the water in the teapot, pinched the tea next to him with his hand, and sighed: "This year's boiled snow tea seems to have lost the taste of previous years...... I can't seem to find it. ”