Chan Mountain belongs to the junction of the two states of Youyun, and the most famous thing in Chan Mountain is naturally the boiling snow tea and Tzu Chi Temple, but many people don't know that at the top of Chanshan Tzu Chi Temple, near the top of the mountain, there is a Taoist temple, which is very broken and broken.

The Taoist temple has no name, those who know here are accustomed to call it the broken Taoist temple, there is a mountain spring water in front of the Taoist temple, there is a gentle cultivated land behind the Taoist temple, there is a middle-aged Taoist with an apprentice living in the Taoist temple, it is said that it is here to practice enlightenment.

Of course.

It's just that it is said that because no one believes it, no one really believes it, the surrounding villagers who often go up the mountain to worship the Buddha have seen this middle-aged Taoist, but every time they see it, they either tell fortunes or ask for signatures.

Fate, the calculation is not accurate.

Signed, sometimes good and sometimes bad.

Anyway, I can't follow my wishes at any time.

Over time, everyone thought that this middle-aged Taoist was a liar, but he really didn't have the momentum of a fairy wind bone, although he was not very sloppy, but he was a very ordinary person, and he could be thrown into the pile.

The middle-aged Taoist is called Xia Shan, and it is his apprentice who runs down from the top of the mountain late at night, and some people remember that it seems to be called celery, and he looks like his master, and he is so ordinary that he can't be more ordinary.

Because it was rolled down from the mountain, the celery was covered with snow all over his body, and his face was dirty, and he ran over panting at this time, perhaps because he was too busy to speak.

Lu Youwei recognized celery: "Take a breath, child, don't worry, it's the middle of the night, why are you here?"

Celery coughed vigorously, and then said after a while: "Uncle Lu, my master is in Guanli, he just made up a hexagram, saying that the fellows may encounter some difficulties tonight, so let me come down and take a look." ”

Lu Youwei was stunned: "Your master?"

Celery's face was a little red, and this kid couldn't lie when he was young: "That, that, in fact, you knocked on the door too loudly, and my master couldn't sleep." ”

Lu Youwei suddenly realized, this is right.

Celery tilted her head and looked inside, some of the little dolls who were frozen were about to cry, and then looked up at the closed door of Tzu Chi Temple, as if she had made up her mind: "Uncle Lu, either or you go to our temple to avoid the snow first, it's too cold this day, and people will freeze." ”

Lu Youwei was a little embarrassed when he heard this, their village gave Tzu Chi Temple incense money every year, but they never took care of the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

Thinking about the middle-aged Taoist who is scathing and mean on weekdays, he may be in a hurry because of the knock on the door of his own people, isn't this a door-to-door shame.

Lu Youwei sighed and waved his hand again and again: "Also, forget it, let's knock on the door quietly, the master of Tzu Chi Temple may open the door soon, worship the Buddha must pay attention to sincerity, this is a test, this is a test of our hearts." ”

I don't know if it's a test.

Anyway, Ning Hongdou was already very angry, and when she was very early, she remembered that Ye Piaoling once commented on the Buddha sect in the world: "People in this world are ignorant, you have a Buddha in your heart, why don't you ask others if there is a Buddha in their hearts? If the Buddha is not greedy, why should people worship it? If the Buddha does not love vanity, why do you want people to bow down? If one day, disaster comes, you go to ask the Buddha, and the Buddha will definitely say that everything is a fixed number." ”

Ning Hongdou slapped the door frame and said to the little novice behind the door: "Since your Buddhism is not willing to help the people, then why do you want people to worship your Buddha statue?

After speaking, Ning Hongdou added: "You have nothing to do with incense, you have something to do, you really understand your life!"

Tonight, this Tzu Chi Temple can be regarded as another lesson for Ning Hongdou.

In a peaceful and prosperous world, temples are visited by all the people of the world and receive all the incense in the world, but once the people of the world need them, the mountains are closed? Isn't this fooling the people of the world? Treat everyone as fools.

Ning Hongdou was no longer willing to knock on the door: "Let's go, the monk wants to close the mountain, even if he knocks on his hand, this door will definitely not be opened, a fake Buddha who deceives the world and steals his name!"

Lu Youwei stood beside Ning Hongdou and hurriedly dragged her: "Girl, don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense, people are under the eaves." ”

Ning Hongdou will not be afraid, and she still has some agitated thoughts: "I just scolded it for being a fake Buddha, what's the matter?

The bellflower is not a mouthful: "Yes, you should scold these things that cover your ears and steal the bell." ”

Swearing is certainly not a door that can be blocked.

The vicious invective, the little novice behind the door must be able to hear: "A few female donors, don't scold anymore, save some effort, it's useless." ”

"It's a cold and snowy night, so keep some energy warm. ”

"Beware of freezing bones. ”

"By the way, I heard that the snow in Zen Mountain eats people, but I don't know if it's true. ”

Xiao Shami's words did not contain half a dirty word, but they were very harsh in Ning Hongdou's ears: "Little monk, are you intimidating me? The snow in Zen Mountain will eat people? Do you think I will let this snow freeze to death? Is this the principle of your Buddhist cultivation?"

Xiao Shami's tone remained unchanged: "Little monk, this is just a kind reminder, there is no other meaning, as for whether the female benefactor will be frozen, whether the body is cold or not, it is all your own business, it has nothing to do with the little monk, the little monk doesn't care." ”

Perhaps knowing that Ning Hongdou still had something to say, this little novice directly grabbed the conversation: "It's cold, and the night is deep, so the little monk won't accompany the female benefactor to chat here, so let's go, don't send it." ”

"It was warm in the meditation room. ”

"The little monk is going back to the house to chant the scriptures. ”

The footsteps were far away.

The little novice really left.

The flower bellflower on the side was directly ready to draw a knife and fight hard, and then celery from the mountain dared to catch her: "Don't be impulsive, the abbot here is a great cultivator, isn't he just looking for a place to shelter from the wind and snow, why do you have to compete with other Tzu Chi Temples and go to our Taoist temple." ”

To go or not to go?

If you don't go, you have to go.

Fortunately, the road is not too far, except for the remoteness and slippery road, and finally arrived at the gate of the Taoist temple before these hundreds of people fainted.

Compared with the Tzu Chi Temple on the mountainside, the Taoist temple where Celery lives is really shabby, that is, the place is larger, with walls and roofs, which can shelter from the wind and snow.

The chaotic footsteps were mixed with the cry of the doll, and directly woke up the middle-aged Taoist Xia Shan, who was just about to sleep, and put on his broken Taoist robe, curled up and came to the door of the Taoist temple: "Celery, celery, you are really a good apprentice of the master, let you go and see who is slamming the door and disturbing the master's dream, you are good, bring back the people who knocked on the door." ”

Celery was embarrassed, and then stomped her foot in a hurry.

The middle-aged Taoist sighed, waved his hand, and let go: "Who made me your master, give you enough face in front of outsiders, go in, go in, don't freeze your body and complain that our Taoist temple doesn't block the wind." ”

Celery followed suit.

The middle-aged Taoist grabbed him: "What are you doing? Go to the cellar and carry some cabbage out and peel all the winter melons in the kitchen, by the way, the pigs in the thatched house in the backyard are too dishonest, slaughter them." ”