Standing at Yunwu Peak and looking around, you can see a thousand-year-old temple standing on the dangerous peak. The wooden tile buildings are majestic in shape, with carved beams and painted roofs, and high eaves, like an eagle about to spread its wings and fly. I really don’t know how the ancients transported so many building materials up the dangerous peak.
The temple is dilapidated due to age and disrepair. The load-bearing pillars are overwhelmed and have cracks. The red paint is mottled and peeling off like a python shedding its skin. There is a black plaque on the red door with three large gilt characters: Liuyun Temple. The pen is old and spicy.
, it is said that it was personally inscribed by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. Upon closer inspection, Jiang Hailong indeed looks like his original "thin gold body". It is said that when the emperor visited this place, he saw the towering and straight temple, integrated with the dangerous peaks, as if in a fairyland. Soaring in front of the temple
Clouds flew over waterfalls, mist surrounded the top of the mountain, and the peaks surged, like thousands of beasts bowing their heads to the main peak in various shapes and forms, rushing to pay homage. The emperor's face was overjoyed, and he happily ordered his pen and left a treasure of calligraphy.
The bandits in the mountains have rules and superstitions and do not rob temples. Not only do they not dare to go here to act recklessly, but on the contrary, every year on the first day of the new year, they have to be the first to burn the first incense here to pray for blessings.
Rumor has it that the Japanese soldiers searched in front of Liuyun Temple and their commander spotted this plaque and wanted to take the priceless treasure and transport it back to Japan. In the temple, Abbot Shi Ran stood a crescent shovel weighing 60 kilograms under the plaque, and eight monks led a Tibetan mastiff to protect it.
Next to him, there was a Tibetan Mastiff called Saihu. He was completely black, tall and majestic. He bared his teeth and roared. The Japanese wolfdog was so frightened that it urinated and urinated, and lay motionless on the ground. The Japanese commander was shocked. He didn’t know that he also believed in superstition.
Afraid of invading the temple and offending the gods, or afraid of losing troops and generals under the power of dogs, in the end he gave up his evil thoughts and withdrew his troops and returned home.
When the morning sun first appeared, the temple door opened with a creak. A strong monk with scars all over his head took a big broom and went out to clean up. He was not afraid when he saw the people carrying weapons. A black Tibetan mastiff came out silently, staring at the strangers.
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Jiang Hailong stood with one palm in front of his chest and said hello: "Amitabha, we are from the Anti-Japanese Tigers. We would like to use the precious land to collect some medicinal materials for the wounded. Please provide convenience. It would be disrespectful to offer a small gift by the way." The eight team members carried eight
The backpack was brought up.
When the monk saw the eight large baskets filled with white flour, rice, and sesame oil, his eyes shone brightly and he said with a smile: "I am not a master, I am a monk protecting the temple. It is clear that your army is here this time."
No offense. I would rather wait outside the cold temple than dig without permission. The poor monk was very moved. As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Donor, please ask your brothers to dig around.
But please forgive me for not bringing weapons into the temple. Donor, you can come with me to rest and have tea in the temple."
Ming Ran entered the kitchen from the side door carrying four large backpacks with both hands. He turned around and saw Jiang Hailong also carrying four backpacks weighing almost two hundred kilograms in total. He followed closely behind him without blushing or out of breath, and said in surprise: "
The donor is born with divine power!”
Jiang Hailong said to the monk Mingran: "I am acting like a tiger in my own class, and the master is laughing at me.
The Tibetan Mastiff Saihu also followed him to the kitchen, staring at Jiang Hailong with his dark eyes. He shouted clearly: " Saihu, this is a guest, don't be rude!"
The gifts Jiang Hailong prepared for the temple did not contain anything meaty, so he took out a piece of cooked wild boar meat from the dry food bag and threw it over. The Saihu sniffed it without taking a bite, and only after giving a clear sign of approval, it happily picked up the meat and gnawed it aside.
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Ming Ran said: "Please allow me to come to the guest room to have tea."
Jiang Hailong replied: "No hurry, I will teach the brothers how to collect herbs first, and then come back to have tea and visit Abbot Shiran."
Ming Ran said: "The abbot is an expert outside the world. Under normal circumstances, he doesn't like people to disturb the purity. Whether he is willing to meet you depends on fate."
Jiang Hailong found out from the sidelines that Abbot Shiran had high attainments in both martial arts and Buddhism. He often traveled around the world to talk about scriptures and Taoism with people, and exchanged martial arts. All the monks in the temple were personally trained by him.