Yue Jiaolong turned over and sat up from the stiff straw mat bed, moved to the wooden window, and looked out of the window by the last daylight before the night came, there were no buildings, no lights, no signs of the city, only the green mountains and the grass and trees swaying in the wind. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe poignant sound of crickets is as clear as the silence before the night in the tearing mountains, and a fresh fragrance of nature after bathing comes to the nose.

"How long have I been asleep? Where is this?" Yue Jiaolong took a deep breath with his eyes closed, muttering to himself while enjoying the tranquility. He tried to loosen his tense nerves, he had been nervous since he entered the museum, after all, it was the first time to do such a big thing, and suddenly came to this strange room, it felt like watching an American science fiction blockbuster, although it was exciting, but it was really unbearable. With no one around, I can finally catch my breath, and then slowly open my eyes and continue to look out the window, knowing nothing except that I can tell that it must be in a certain mountain. How did you get here? What kind of place is this? What is this "Sunrise and Dusk Pearl" besides the value of cultural relics? Is everything a dream? There is no museum theft at all? Why is he not awake? There are too many mysteries churning in his mind.

Yue Jiaolong came to the door of the real couch in the house, ready to open the door and go out for a walk, looking for answers by the way. At this moment, the door of the real couch was gently pushed open from the outside to the inside, and a little monk stood outside the door and said to him: "Donor, you are awake, the abbot tells you to take you to see him as soon as you wake up, please come with me." ”

"What are you talking about?" Yue Jiaolong scratched his head and tilted his head in astonishment. He only vaguely heard the pronunciation of the word abbot, and did not understand the other sentences.

Yue Jiaolong asked this, and the little monk was also stunned, the little monk touched his bald head, looked at Yue Jiaolong in a trance, and then said to him: "Donor, please come here." After speaking, he turned around and walked straight to the abbot's meditation room, scratching his head as he walked, probably still thinking about Yue Jiaolong's strange words.

Seeing the little monk, Yue Jiaolong finally confirmed his previous guess, this is indeed a temple, and it is in the deep mountains, he thought to himself: "Is this Qinglian Temple? If so, it would be good, at least you don't need to pay for the car to go back, but next to Qinglian Temple is a railway station, there should be houses, and almost all of them are local monks and laymen, and the monk's accent is not like a local, and there are no houses and any buildings around here, whatever, go with him first." ”

Yue Jiaolong looked curiously at the little monk who was following him, although he knew that this was a temple, but he always felt that something was different, and he couldn't say what was different, after all, he didn't have much research on the temple.

"Abbot, the donor has woken up and is waiting to see him outside the house. The little monk said to the inside at the door of the meditation room.

"Please come in, donor. "In the meditation room, through the door of the real couch, came the voice of Master Jingwu.

"Donor, please. The little monk gently pushed open the door of the meditation room, made a posture of inviting inside, and said to Yue Jiaolong.

Although Yue Jiaolong didn't understand what the little monk said, judging from his body movements, he was signaling for him to go in. He smiled at the little monk as a courtesy, then tiptoed across the threshold and walked inside.

In the simple but tidy room, the kind and kind Master of Pure Enlightenment sat quietly on the futon, waited for Yue Jiaolong to come to him, and said to Yue Jiaolong in a gentle voice:

"Donor, please be seated. ”

"Why are they outsiders again? It seems that they are fellow countrymen!" Yue Jiaolong tilted his neck to look at Master Jingwu through the faint light of the oil lamp, and then muttered to himself.

Seeing that Yue Jiaolong was still standing in the middle of the room, Master Pure Enlightenment continued: "Donor, don't be confined to small sections, please. ”

This time, Yue Jiaolong's brain was a little more flexible, and with the direction and gestures of Master Jingwu's eyes, he understood a rough idea, which should mean to let him sit. Yue Jiaolong made a half-bow to Master Jingwu to thank him, and then came to a flush armchair and sat down, looking around.

"May I ask where the donor's name comes from?" said Master Jingwu.

"What are you talking about? Master, can you speak Mandarin? I really don't understand your dialect. Yue Jiaolong said to Master Jingwu, he regretted it as soon as he said this, the average elderly person speaks Mandarin more difficult to understand, just like his mother, "radish root" can be read as "radish dad", it's just terrible.

After all, Master Jingwu is a high-ranking monk, although he didn't understand what Yue Jiaolong was talking about, but he was still calm and calm, and continued to say to Yue Jiaolong: "It seems that the donor is not from our Central Plains, I don't know where he came from?"

Yue Jiaolong struggled to carefully distinguish the tone and pronunciation of Master Jingwu, like a Henan accent, not very authentic, it is estimated that it is somewhere in Henan, after all, the pronunciation is different in various places in the same province.

"Master, yes, river... South... People, right?" Yue Jiaolong asked Master Jingwu from memory, using the Henan accent he had heard on TV.

This time, Master Jingwu understood a little, and said with a smile to Yue Jiaolong:

"Hehe, I don't remember where Lao Qu is, but I know that I grew up in this mountain since I was a child, and I was accompanied by the Buddha. It's the donor's outfit and words that make people really curious. ”

"You're... Say me, dressed... Dress up, right?" Yue Jiaolong was afraid that Master Jingwu would not understand his weird Henan accent, so he deliberately slowed down his tone. Then look at the clothes on the body, taupe jeans, black jacket and whisper: "It's a little dirty, but there's nothing wrong with it."

"What are you talking about, donor?" Although Yue Jiaolong's last sentence was very quiet, Master Pure Enlightenment still heard Yue Jiaolong muttering something and asked him.

"No, nothing. Yue Jiaolong replied, he thought to himself: "You are a monk who knows what fashion to match, this is not for the convenience of night movement." ”

The conversation was going on between the two of them trying, failing, and making persistent efforts, and when Yue Jiaolong was already seventy or eighty percent sure of understanding the dialect of Master Jingwu, he asked Master Jingwu:

"By the way, Master, where is this, why am I here?"

Master Jingwu replied: "The donor is asking where this is? This is Jing'an Temple, and Lao Qu is the presiding officer of this small mountain temple -- Jingwu. As for where the donor came from, the old man did not know, and he had to consult the donor to answer. ”

Yue Jiaolong pondered in his heart: "Jing'an Temple? It turns out that it is not Qinglian Temple, so I feel that something is wrong! Jing'an Temple, Jing'an Temple, it seems that I have heard of it, where is it? Emei, Songshan, Huashan? I guess it is far away from home." Somewhat disappointed, he continued to ask Master Jingwu: "Master, where is this Jing'an Temple? ”

Master Jingwu didn't understand what provinces and cities meant, but he roughly understood that Yue Jiaolong was asking him which direction or place name Jing'an Temple belonged to. He continued to reply to Yue Jiaolong: "This is Qingxia Mountain in the south of the Yangtze River, which is two hundred miles away from Jiangning Mansion. ”

"Jiangning Mansion?" Yue Jiaolong repeated.

"The donor doesn't know about Jiangning Mansion?" Master Jingwu felt that Jiangning Mansion was a famous city in the Song Dynasty, so he shouldn't know it, could he be suspicious?

"The monks don't speak, this place does belong to Jiangning. Haven't you heard of it?"

"Jiangning Mansion, Jing'an Temple, where is it? Although I am not good at geography, at least the names of the provinces still do not bother me. Yue Jiaolong muttered in his mouth, his hand kept patting his head, racking his brains to recall every province and city in the map.

"Amitabha, don't mind the donor, it must be caused by an injury, which made the donor lose his memory for a while. Master Jingwu saw that Yue Jiaolong kept slapping his head, and there were words in his mouth, guessing that he must be caused by a moment of amnesia after falling into a coma, and comforted.

"I've really heard of Jiangning Mansion and Jing'an Temple, but I just can't remember it suddenly. Yue Jiaolong replied.

"The old man has solved the donor's doubts, the donor has not yet explained to the old man where he came from, why he is dressed strangely, and why is the 'morning and evening pearl' of this temple in the hands of the donor? Master Jingwu said meaningfully to Yue Jiaolong.

"My name is Yue Jiaolong, a native of Sichuan, what's wrong with what I'm wearing, it's not non-mainstream, it's very ordinary, as for the 'Chao Du Zhu', what! 'Chao Du Zhu' is yours? Wait!" Yue Jiaolong paused thoughtfully when he said this, and then muttered to himself: "Chao Dusk Zhu, Jing'an Temple, Jiangning Mansion, Jiangning Mansion, Jing'an Temple, Chao Duzhu, not so evil, right?"

Yue Jiaolong tilted his head and recalled everything that happened after entering the museum: "The first time I saw the 'Morning and Dusk Pearl', its introduction seems to belong to the Northern Song Dynasty, the original Northern Song Dynasty Jiangning Mansion Jing'an Temple presided over by various generations of the rosary, passed down to the end of the Qing Dynasty...... It was later excavated in Nanjing. “

"Wouldn't it be the same Jiangning Mansion and Jing'an Temple that the master said?" Yue Jiaolong thought to himself, and then continued to recall: "I cut open the glass case, took out the 'Morning and Dusk Pearl' and put it on my hand, oh, by the way, I accidentally got blood, and then the bead suddenly glowed abnormally, and my hands and feet began to disappear, and then I passed out and woke up and lay on the straw mat. Huh, the hands and feet are gone?"

Thinking of this, Yue Jiaolong suddenly jumped from the chair to Master Jingwu, his eyes widened and he exclaimed to Master Jingwu:

"What year is this year?Who is the president of the country?" When Yue Jiaolong was shocked by this, he felt that he was going crazy, how could a normal person ask such a question.

"Now is the first year of Zhezong Shaosheng, and as for what the benefactor is talking about, the old man has never heard of it. Master Pure Enlightenment replied.

Yue Jiaolong felt a chill, took a few steps back, looked around, although it was only a temple, but it was very different from the layout of the furnishings of the present generation, Yue Jiaolong twisted himself hard, and said in astonishment: "Isn't it!

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