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 not been there, but he has heard that the masters of Tzu Chi Temple 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 Hongdou knew that there was a kind of tea in Chanshan that was very famous, but she 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 name of tea on Zen Mountain is also boiled snow.

In the oral tradition of the older generation, there is such a story, it is said that a long time ago, Zen Mountain was very, very cold, colder than the Meishan Typhoon. 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 Hongdou and a few people climbed Zen Mountain at sunset, an incident happened in 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 cold.

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. ”

Three points of snow?

Boiled seven-point tea?

Look at this realm, drinking tea has drunk life insights.

Huaizang quietly finished a cup of tea, then sighed again, got up and walked out of the meditation room. Standing at the door, there was snow falling in front of him, and he subconsciously avoided it, but he didn't let the snow fall into the house.

"Is it compassion for Tzu Chi to save the world?"

"Or listen to the wind and boil the snow ginseng Zen and enlightenment?"

Two options.

Huaizang is distressed.

On a snowy night, guests come to tea as wine, and the bamboo stove soup boils to remove redness, which is said by the master of the master who is in Huaizang. Hundreds of guests came to the temple! But where is the tea in the temple enough to drink!

The question is simple.

The choice is hard.

The villagers at the foot of the mountain came to the mountain to escape the world, begging Tzu Chi Temple to be merciful and open the mountain gate for everyone to enter the temple to hide.

The war has begun, and after entering the world, it will be difficult to come up with it again, and it will be more difficult than ascending to the sky.

Huaizang felt that he still had to think again, and then participated, the snow faced the wind, rolled into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the candles in the hall flickered and fluttered, more than a dozen small novices were reciting Buddhist scriptures at night, listening to the sound to know, the mind was not on the Buddhist scriptures.

Usually he is extremely stubborn, how can he open his mind tonight? Look at the ridged ears, not listening to the movement outside the door.

Holding his hands in his arms, he stood quietly in the main hall, staring at the Buddha statue, hoping that the Buddha could give him some enlightenment. After half a ring, this Buddha statue really gave him a revelation, and the three Buddha statues, all of which had a string of scarlet blood and tears from the corners of their eyes, seemed to indicate some bad signs.

"The Buddha shed blood and tears!"

Huaizang's face was extremely cold all of a sudden, and the hand he picked up, quickly fluctuated the Buddha beads in his palm, and finally sighed deeply.

After half a stick of incense.

Tzu Chi Monastery issued an edict to the monks of the temple: "From today onwards, Tzu Chi Monastery will close the mountain and no longer welcome guests, and no one will be allowed to enter the temple or leave the temple." All Tzu Chi Monastery disciples are in retreat and devote themselves to Buddhist practice, and Tzu Chi will no longer participate in any spiritual or secular disputes and matters before the ban is lifted. ”

This is the strictest ban on Tzu Chi Temple.

No one is allowed to disobey him.

You can't even hide yourself.

Huaizang said to himself: "I don't know if this mountain can avoid this disaster, the war is a war between countries, what does it have to do with our Buddhist cultivation!"

The Buddha's edict was issued.

Soon.

There was a knock at the entrance gate at the outermost part of the temple, and the sound changed from intermittent to slamming on the door, getting louder and louder.

The people who smashed the door were all villagers near Zen Mountain, who had been supporting the temple for generations, and they believed in the Buddha in their hearts wholeheartedly.

They were sure this was the refuge.

And then.

Their conviction was shattered and shattered into slag......

Ning Hongdou has actually been unsure, but Lu Yan is very sure, so they followed, and then they were very embarrassed, in the words of Hua Kikyo: "My aunt and grandmother are tired like dogs, this broken temple, don't you even open the door?"