Jincheng, ten miles south of the city, there is a green hill full of green.

The mountain is not high, but it is more than 100 zhang, but there is a Zen temple.

The temple is not big, and there are only about 20 meditation rooms in and out.

For the southern region, a land that respects Taoism, it can be regarded as the most prosperous one of the Zen sects in the border area.

Perhaps because of the rain, there are fewer pilgrims climbing the mountain today than in the past.

Although there are not many pilgrims, you can hear the monks in the temple talking about Zen in the middle of the mountain, and the Buddha is full of spirit.

There are many pines and cypresses in the mountains, which is just enough to keep the rain out of the mountains.

The boy and his group of four walked up the stairs and slowly climbed the mountain.

Xiao Ying walked in front with a white porcelain vase in her arms, and the porcelain vase contained Mo Yu's ashes.

Compared with the Southern Regions, most of the sentient beings in the Central Regions are devout disciples of the Zen Sect, which is no different from the Tang Dynasty in the Western Regions.

Nowadays, two of the three holy places of Zen Buddhism coexist in the world are in the Tang Dynasty in the Western Regions, and the last place is in the Yu Dynasty in the Central Regions.

Compared with the three extermination movements before and after the Western Regions, the holy land of Qamdo City, which was opened up by the six ancestors of Zen Buddhism Huineng in the Central Regions, is more prosperous.

The Holy Gate of Buddhism and Taoism, which occupies a city, has more than a million believers in the Central Regions.

It is rumored that the Sixth Patriarch of Zen Buddhism, Master Hui Neng, is still alive in the world, hiding in the city of Qamdo, which is bound to bloom on the fifteenth day of the new year.

If this is the case, come to think of it, it has been 12,000 years since the establishment of Qamdo City.

That Huineng Zen Master, if he is really alive, must have become a heaven-to-earth existence.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why the Dayu Dynasty, which has always been known for its iron and blood, will let the city of Qamdo, which is so independent of the imperial power, go unpunished.

Mo Yu's family, which used to belong to the city of Qamdo, is still one of the most devout believers in Zen Buddhism, although it is an outer sect force.

Xiao Ying is now going to follow Jiang Xiaoman to Beiliang City to find Dugu Zhai, but her mother's last wish.

It is naturally inconvenient to carry the ashes of the elderly on your body.

I thought that according to the tradition of the Central Domain, Mo Yu's bones would be temporarily stored in the temple pagoda.

When it is time to return to the Middle Regions one day, take it out and bring it back to the homeland for burial.

In the land of Kyushu, the emphasis is on returning to the roots after death.

Unless it is a wandering person like the floating roots, if the deceased is buried in a foreign land, it is the greatest unfilial piety for the younger generations.

Although Mo Yu has no descendants in this life, Xiao Ying also watched her grow up like a granddaughter in the final analysis.

Therefore, I was heartbroken.

can be as kind as Miss Xiao, but she can't bear to let the old man really fall into a foreign land and have nowhere to reincarnate.

The porcelain vase was held in her arms, although it was only a few taels, but this moment was as heavy as Mount Tai for her.

Perhaps it was because of the rain before, but now my brain is a little groggy, and my legs are like lead.

Xiao Ying is no better than Jiang Xiaoman, even Ji Xiaoyue, who is the weakest in cultivation.

Although the little girl is not good at cultivating, she is still 108,000 miles away from the realm of the day after tomorrow.

But if you want to compare with Xiao Ying, who is mortal in the flesh, she still has to be stronger.

Because of her special physique, Xiao Ying has never really practiced since she was a child.

Even so, Xiao Ying still gritted her teeth and went up the ladder step by step.

Along the way, several people walked in silence.

Every time Ji Xiaoyue took a step, she silently counted in her heart.

She was a little curious about how many stone steps there were on the mountain.

You must know that before entering the mountain, I heard Wei Ran mention that the stone slab used to build the mountain ladder is not an ordinary stone.

It is a monk who has attained the Tao, and it is carried from the Great Bodhi Temple, the initial place of Zen Buddhism in the Western Regions, and it weighs as much as 10,000 catties.

If a single piece is used to carve Buddha statues, it will inevitably be blessed by the Buddha power of the Western Pure Land.

When the most devout believers climb the mountain, they will choose to kowtow step by step, which is the most important way to manifest the Buddha's heart.

Strange to say, pilgrims who climb to the top of the mountain in this way often come to the same way as those who climb the stairs normally.

Prostrating in front of the Buddha will be more fulfilling.

It starts at the foot of the mountain and ends at the gate at the top of the mountain, where the temple is hung.

One piece is not much, one piece is not many, a total of seven hundred and seventy-seven stone steps.

The number seven has a special meaning in Zen Buddhism.

Daomen, what is explored is the way of the heavens.

Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things.

Therefore, there are stone steps on the mountain of Daomen temple view, and most of them end with three and nine poles.

However, in Buddhism, most of the Dharma cultivation is stopped by the number seven.

The so-called seven laws of Zen Buddhism, seven sufferings, seven dirts, seven laws, seven sects, seven Buddhas, and seven things are all the same.

Zen disciples, talk more about the seven encounters with the Buddha.

Therefore, if the Zen Pure Land climbs the stairs, it will inevitably end with the number seven.

In front of the mountain gate, there stood an old monk wearing a green mud-colored robe, with white eyebrows over his knees and his eyes slightly closed.

It seemed that Jiang Xiaoman had already expected them to come, when a few people climbed the last stone steps.

The old monk's eyes, which were originally slightly closed, opened in an instant.

In a pair of pupils covered with spots, a golden halo flashed.

"Amitabha, several donors, poor monk Zhanhai, have been waiting here for a long time. The old monk slowly took two steps forward, clasped his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name.

"I've seen Zen Master Zhanhai!" Jiang Xiaoman took the lead, smiled softly, and saluted the old monk with his hands folded.

"The little benefactor is a good cultivator at a young age, and he is a person who is born with great opportunities. The old monk named Zhanhai looked at the young man in front of him kindly, and immediately laughed loudly: "The little donor's life is red and purple, and there are many big causes and effects on his body, one or two, and I have many entanglements with Zen Buddhism, and the future will inevitably be the most dazzling existence in this world......

Wei Ran, who was standing at the back, suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashed, and he looked at Zhanhai.

fell into the eyes, but there was nothingness, and I only felt that even with my cultivation that had just entered the princely realm, I couldn't see through this seemingly weak old monk.

Zhan Hai seemed to be aware of it, bowed his head slightly at Wei Ran, and chuckled: "This donor, you have a terrible aura on your body, but there are no evil consequences around you. If the poor monk guesses correctly, you must be born in the military and have a good position in the army. ”

"Jincheng Wei Ran, I have seen a Zen master. Wei Ran nodded at the old monk, indicating that he was not wrong.

"It turned out to be General Wei, and the old monk was rude. Zhan Hai smiled, recited the Buddha's name Amitabha, and bowed slightly to show respect.

Wutong Temple is the genus of Jincheng, and most of the monks in the temple are issued by the Jincheng government.

Although they had never met before, they knew Wei Ran's name Zhan Hai.

Therefore, for Wei Ran, although Zen Master Zhanhai's attitude is neither humble nor arrogant, he does not dare to slack off.

In this river and lake, even if he is a high-ranking monk, he has to be cautious when facing the Great Xia court.

Wei Ran arched his hand at the old monk and laughed softly: "Zen master doesn't have to be like this, if you are disturbed, please ask Zen master Haihan." ”

Zhan Hai nodded, then looked at Ji Xiaoyue and Xiao Ying.

"Master, I'm ......" Xiao Ying hugged the porcelain vase in her arms, looked at Zen Master Zhanhai, and was about to speak, but was stopped by the old monk chuckling and waving his hand.

"Why the female benefactor came today, the old monk already knows, please come with me. As he spoke, he leaned sideways and let a few people into the temple.

When he saw the people standing in place, their faces were puzzled.

Zhanhai Zen Master gently folded his hands, slowly spoke, and explained: "Today, the poor monk meditates in front of the Buddha as usual, and perceives a ray of opportunity in the dark, and there will be people who have the fate of the Buddha to go up the mountain, and spend the bones of their deceased relatives. ”

Xiao Ying was slightly stunned, and then hurriedly bent down at the old monk and saluted, and said reverently: "Thank you, master!"

She was originally born in the Central Domain, and compared to Jiang Xiaoman, she is more pro-Buddha and knows a lot about Buddhism.

The clay-colored robe worn by this old monk is only qualified to be worn by a high-ranking monk who has attained the status of an arhat in Zen Buddhism.

Zhan Hai smiled kindly, and his face was kind: "The female benefactor doesn't have to be like this, what you ask for is a great good, and it is a matter of course." ”

Towards the old monk, Xiao Ying made another big salute, and then picked up the porcelain bottle and slowly walked towards the temple step by step.

Jiang Xiaoman thanked the old monk and followed Xiao Ying into the temple.

When the small hall walked in front of the old monk, Zhan Hai was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but take a deep look at Ji Xiaoyue, and then at the back of the young man in front of him, and there was a slight flash of Buddha light in his eyes.

The old monk shook his head, smiled knowingly and was silent.

When Wei Ran walked past the old monk, he was gently pulled by the old Zen master's sleeve.

"Zen Master, ...... you?" Wei Ran was a little puzzled and looked at Zhan Hai.

Although he believed in the Tao and did not believe in Buddhism, he had great respect for Zen Buddhism because of Zhanhai Zen Master, so he did not break free.

Zhan Hai took out an object from his robe, handed it to Wei Ran, and said in a low voice: "I have a thing, which is related to the general, and I will give it to the general today, and please ask the general not to ask about the cause and effect first, and he will know it in the future." ”

Wei Ran held the object in his hand, looked down, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Without asking anything more, he gently tucked the thing in his hand into his sleeve, and then thanked Zhanhai Zen Master sincerely.

The old monk smiled without saying a word, nodded slightly, and entered the temple side by side with Wei Ran.

There is a cave in the Zen courtyard, although it is not big, but it is better than the scenery is different.

The ancient temple Qingfeng, the stone bridge reflects the clear stream, the light incense enters the nose, and the Sanskrit sound bursts into the ears.

This situation and this scene made a few people who had just entered the Zen Monastery feel an inexplicable sense of tranquility and serenity from the bottom of their hearts.

Zen Master Zhanhai smiled lightly and explained: "Wutong Temple, itself is built on the spiritual veins of this Qingluan Peak, and there are many sages who have been blessed by the spiritual power of Taoist monks. ”

At this moment, Jiang Xiaoman only felt that his ears and eyes were clear, and his limbs were filled with a faint sense of comfort, and his body seemed to be a little lighter unconsciously.

Among several people, Xiao Ying benefited the most, and the feeling of dizziness and powerlessness after the fatigue and cool air entering the body that originally climbed the stairs disappeared at this moment, and the body was extremely light, as if she had endless strength.

This quiet and serene taste is undoubtedly a rare enjoyment for people who are in the hustle and bustle of the red dust on weekdays.

When you calm down and listen, it's as if time has stopped.

It's as if in the middle of this, even the years will no longer pass.

Two monks in the monastery, no more than 30 years old and wearing yellow robes, had been sitting cross-legged under the shrine for a long time.

Seeing that the host led a few people into the Zen monastery, he hurriedly got up and stepped forward to see everyone.

"Nian Ci, you lead the three male donors to bathe in the dirt pool first, and then go to the dining hall to eat. Zhan Hai instructed the slightly stronger monk, and then said to another person: "Nian Grief, you lead this female benefactor to Houshan Tallinn, store the bones of Xiao Shi's relatives in the Death Tower, and then recite the death mantra for her excess. ”

"Disciple obeys!" The bhikkhu with a slightly stronger figure and his Dharma name Nian Ci nodded, and the first step was to lead Jiang Xiaoman and the three of them to the dirt washing pool to bathe.

But the face of the chapel changed, and he stood in place and refused to move.

Seeing that Ji Xiaoyue didn't move, Nian Ci also stopped, waiting quietly, with excellent patience.

"Brother Xiaoyue, let's go, what are you doing in a daze?" Jiang Xiaoman looked at Xiao Tang with a puzzled expression, and then hugged Ji Xiaoyue's neck, pulled him and smiled, and was about to walk forward.

"You ......! let go of me, stinky rascal!" Ji Xiaoyue's little face turned red, and she bit down on the hand on her neck, glaring at Jiang Xiaoman angrily.

Jiang Xiaoman was taken aback by her sudden move, and hurriedly let go of his hand, covering his arm in some pain, and said angrily: "Brother Xiaoyue, what are you doing, what kind of body is biting people in the Pure Land of Buddhism!"

"Phew, nasty embryo!" Ji Xiaoyue crossed her hands on her hips, took a sip, stared at the young man with a pair of big eyes, and clenched her silver teeth: "Bite you, I'm going to beat you!"

This time, Jiang Xiaoman was shocked.

Touching his head a little puzzled, it was clear that he was the victim, and he was inexplicably bitten by this hot-tempered little cousin.

Now, how can you feel that this little brother Yue is even more wronged than himself?

"Eh, Nian Ci, you lead Jiang Shizhu and General Wei to bathe first!" Zhan Hai seemed to remember something, and commanded his disciple, glanced at Ji Xiaoyue meaningfully, smiled and then said softly: "As for this little benefactor, if you are not used to bathing with people, you go and open the immaculate pool used by the pilgrims on weekdays and let him bathe alone." ”

The monk named Nian Ci was stunned, glanced at his master, and then at the small hall that was obviously relieved, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

Scale-free pools?

Isn't that only open to the ladies of the pilgrims on weekdays?

This little benefactor, although his eyebrows are better than women's, but no matter how you look at it, he is a man......