Kangxi nodded and followed the host's footsteps, stepping on the bluestone steps to the temple entrance above.
Seeing this, a large group of people following him also hugged the younger ones, and the older ones led the younger ones along the steps, climbing up the stairs step by step.
As we get closer to the temple gate, the writing on the eaves plaque becomes clearer.
Kangxi turned the jade ring on his hand and couldn't help but raise his head and glance at the plaque in front of him. He found that if he looked closer, under the light of the lantern on the side, the three words "Qingliang Temple" actually revealed a hint of detachment.
of Zen,
Even people who are not familiar with Buddhism, after seeing this plaque, can’t help but feel a sense of calm from the bottom of their hearts. This is enough to see how stable the Buddha’s mind that Khan Amma has cultivated over the years, Buddha
The name of Master Jia is not in vain.
After unexpectedly discovering this knowledge, Kangxi's mood became more complicated. He glanced at the presiding monk who was walking diagonally behind him from the corner of his eye, turned his head slightly, smiled and asked warmly:
"The master can become the abbot of this temple at a young age, so he must be someone who is proficient in Buddhism. I see that the calligraphy on this plaque is not only powerful, but also reveals the unrestrained meaning of an outsider. Could it be that this plaque
Is it from your handiwork, master?”
The middle-aged monk, who was thinking that because the emperor and his family entered Qingliang Temple to pray for blessings, would help expand the reputation of their temple in the future, when he heard Kangxi's words, he hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head:
"Your Majesty, the benefactor is really ridiculous. I also ask the benefactor to stop calling the poor monk 'Master'. Just call the poor monk his Dharma name 'Anwu'."
If the emperor had just called him "Master", An Wu's presiding could be attributed to the emperor's good education and respect for Buddhists. But now when he heard Kangxi calling him the honorific title, the presiding monk couldn't help but raise his right hand and touch it.
He picked up the ring scar on his bare head, leaned over slightly with a little embarrassment and smiled:
"To be honest with the donor, this poor monk's Buddhist attainments are shallow and his understanding is average. He really cannot afford to be called 'Master' by you."
"Because the previous abbot of the temple happened to be the poor monk's master. The old master passed away in the spring of this year. The poor monk began to take over his duties and handle the tedious work in the temple for the masters and uncles who were obsessed with Buddhism.
As a chore, the plaque on the door was written by an uncle of the poor monk. The poor monk is considered a junior in the temple and cannot afford the honor of writing a plaque for the temple door."
"Oh, so that's it."
After Kangxi listened to his explanation, a look of understanding quickly passed through his eyes, he rubbed the jade ring with his fingers, and secretly thought to himself that it seemed that his Khan Amma could be the master of a temple, and his status in the temple must be high.
, and host the monk
When he talks about his "Uncle Master", he has a normal look on his face, which obviously proves that he does not know the true identity of his "Uncle Master". In other words, it proves that the monk in this temple knows that his Khan Amma has become a monk and recited sutras here.
There are also very few.
Thinking of this, Kangxi couldn't help but feel better. After all, it was a disgraceful matter for the royal family for his Khan Amma to leave the palace and become a monk. The fewer people who knew the inside story, the better...
Qingyan, who was following him, couldn't help turning her head and glanced at the host monk when she heard this. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart. This host was really sincere. Kangxi only asked a few circumstantial questions, and this man almost made his own
The bottom was lifted clean.
To be honest, Qingyan was quite curious about Shunzhi himself. After all, whether this man came out to become a monk or not was one of the "Top Ten Unsolved Mysteries of the Qing Palace" that was debated by later generations. Now that there was a chance, she really wanted to meet this man.
What exactly does it look like?
With this thought in her mind, she quickly hugged the little Yinxiang who was looking around tightly in her arms, followed Kangxi's steps, stepped across the threshold, and walked into the temple.
When a group of people all walked into the front yard of the temple, they saw a large piece of bluestone with a very flat surface like a stone bed placed in the center of the yard. There were about 100 square meters of bluestone on the east, west, south and north corners of the big bluestone.
There is an ever-bright lamp in the shape of a lotus as tall as a person. Against the surrounding bright candlelight, the three words "Qingliang Stone" carved in gold and ink on the front of the large bluestone are extremely conspicuous.
After seeing it, Yinzhen couldn't help but smile and said:
"Brother Prince, this is really a Qingliang Temple in Qingliang Mountain. There is a Qingliang Stone lying in Qingliang Temple."
After listening to Xiao Si's rhyme, Yinzhen smiled and nodded without saying a word. Xiao Yinzhen, who was held in his arms by his elder brother and stood next to his fourth brother Yinzhen, grinned happily, clapped his little fleshy hands and repeated the four words.
The last word in my brother’s words:
"Stone, stone!"
Kangxi, who was standing aside, did not have the playful thoughts of his sons making up rhymes. He half-squinted his eyes and looked at the three words "Qingliang Stone" carefully. As expected, these three words were also written by his Khan Ama.
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He suppressed the excitement in his heart and turned around to observe the interior of the surrounding temples. He found that the scale of the Qingliang Temple was not that big except that the main hall about ten meters to the north of the big bluestone was paved with gold tiles.
The roofs are also relatively high in appearance, and the roofs of other houses are mostly blue tiles and black tiles. Compared with the Longquan Temple in the capital, the difference between the two is simply that of ordinary people's houses in the suburbs of Beijing and the mansions of high-ranking officials in the inner city.
When he thought of Khan Amma giving up the throne and the luxurious life in the Forbidden City, and coming to this small temple in the mountains and forests incognito to eat fast and pray for Buddha, and stayed there for more than 20 years, Kangxi felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
As an emperor, he could never understand what his Khan Amma did, and he believed from the bottom of his heart that he could never be like him, so he resolutely gave up all the wealth, power, and wealth he had in the first half of his life.
, spent the rest of his life sitting cross-legged on a futon, reciting Buddhist sutras, beating wooden fish with his hands, watching the sun rise and set in the mountains, and living a lonely life guarding the Buddha in his heart.
The empress dowager standing on his right side was also patting little Yinzhen, who was cradled in her arms and dozing off little by little, while turning her head around to look at the interior of Qingliang Temple, thinking about what to do next.
Keep this layout in mind, and you can tell it to the Empress Dowager after you return to the palace, so that she can know what Shunzhi's living environment was like in the second half of his life.
Qingyan took a rough look at the interior and caught a glimpse of Xiao Jiu, who was being held by her sisters. The two of them were already drowsily holding the princesses' arms, with their little heads leaning on them and opening their mouths to yawn, being held in Bai Lu's arms.
Little Eleven inside also tilted his head and fell asleep. He was thinking that the children were already tired after climbing the mountain all day long. He was about to ask where the host's room was and take the little ones to wash up and rest.
Unexpectedly, just when he turned his head, he saw that Yinti had already hugged Xiao Shisi and ran behind the long light on the east side of the big bluestone.
She stretched out her little fleshy hand to touch the gold characters engraved on the stone surface. When she saw this, the imperial concubine's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly stepped forward and said to stop her:
"Little Fourteen, don't touch the stone. Please come over quickly to ensure your safety."
When the others heard the imperial concubine's urgent tone, they all turned their attention to Brother Fourteen.
When Yinzhen heard Huang's mother's voice, she reflexively lowered her head and glanced at Xiao Shisi in her arms. She saw that Xiao Yinzhen's hand was just a few inches away from touching the big bluestone.
Rin, hurriedly hugged the little breast dumpling tightly, turned around and ran back.
When everyone saw the two brothers coming back, they couldn't help but feel relieved. They understood the imperial concubine's concerns. If it was just an ordinary child who wanted to touch a big rock, it would be fine. Little Fourteen had better say goodbye.
When she was in the Forbidden City, the imperial concubine would take her Fourteenth Prince to the Imperial Garden next to Chuxiu Palace almost every morning, tapping the rockery with her little hands to consume the excess energy in her body. After these days,
As the fourteenth month grows older, the rockery changes from falling gravel to large rocks.
Xiao Sisi, a little baby under one year old, couldn't tell the difference between the big bluestone with gold characters in the temple and the big rockery in the palace. If Xiao Yinzhen got excited, he would just throw the big stone with all his strength.
The photo was broken. Such a large piece of bluestone is placed in such a conspicuous position. It seems to have a history. Even if Kangxi was the emperor, he would feel that he could not come to power because of his youngest son's fault.
The eldest brother ran suddenly, and before Xiao Fourteen could react, he and Brother Thirteen changed their positions, and were hugged tightly by E Niang, away from the big blue stone.
After Xiao Si was stunned for a moment, he turned his little body sideways in E Niang's arms, raised his little head wearing a tiger head hat and said softly to the imperial concubine's breasts:
"Uh, uh, stone, stone, sit down!"
After understanding what Xiao Yinzhen meant, the imperial concubine couldn't help but couldn't help but feel dumbfounded. She took out a soft handkerchief from her arms and wiped away the glistening saliva flowing from the corners of Xiao Yinzhen's mouth. She shook him with her arms and coaxed with a smile:
"Little Fourteen, be good, that's an ornamental stone in someone's temple, it's not for us to sit on. We'll go sit on the chairs in the wing later."
"No, sitting duck!"
But Little Fourteen didn't buy into E Niang's account. He still shook his little head, blinked his beautiful big black eyes, and stubbornly pointed at the big bluestone breast with his little finger to express his wish sweetly.
I don’t know if he was influenced by Xiao Shisi, but Xiao Yinxiang, who was in the arms of his elder brother, also tilted his head and glanced at the big blue stone, then opened his mouth and patted the elder brother’s arm holding his small body with his small hands.
He laughed angrily and said:
"Sit down, Shishi!"
The two little brothers changed from their usual well-behaved appearance and turned into disobedient naughty children. They were kicking their short legs in the arms of the eldest brother and his mother, and insisted on sitting on the big cold rocks in the middle of winter.
No matter how the imperial concubine tried to persuade her, the two brothers refused to listen. Qingyan couldn't help but feel a little hot, and was about to ask the young novice who was following the host to take her directly to the wing.
The presiding monk, who had stood to one side and studied the twins' faces for a long time, ran to the big blue stone, bent down and took out two round takraw balls from nowhere, and then stuffed one into the arms of Little Thirteen and Little Fourteen.
The two of them immediately stopped making noises and wanted to sit down on the big rock. They happily put the sepak takraw ball to their mouths and wanted to open their mouths to bite it. However, the imperial concubine and the eldest brother quickly reached out to stop them.
Host An Wu clasped his hands and made a Buddha name to the imperial concubine, leaned over slightly and said with a smile:
"Female donor, don't be nervous. It is said that this cool stone is where Manjushri Bodhisattva sat and lectured. These two sepak takraw balls are also woven with rattan hanging from the ancient rattan tree in the temple for more than 400 years. Two things
They are all imbued with Buddha-nature. On weekdays, if the weather is fine, the poor monk's uncle likes to sit on the cool stone and explain Buddhist scriptures to the disciples in the temple."
"The poor monk has just observed carefully and found that the two twin little donors, like the poor monk's uncle, are both born with Buddhist connections. When they saw the cool stone, they wanted to sit on it, which also means that they are Buddhas like me.
It's fate, it's not a joke."
After Qingyan heard the host's words, she immediately lowered her head and looked at Xiao Shisi's big earlobes that resembled Buddha's and were exposed from the edge of the tiger head hat.
Kangxi couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, feeling that the host was still too young and upright, and he wasn't very good at talking.
He already had a monk, Khan Amma, and he absolutely could not have twin sons who wanted to be ordained and become young monks, so he automatically ignored what the host said that his two young sons were "destined to be with the Buddha" and walked straight away.
When he arrived at the imperial concubine's side, he took the little Yinxiang, who was holding the sepak takraw ball firmly in his arms, from his eldest son's arms, and asked the host the question he wanted to know most during this trip:
"President An Wu, I admire your uncle's calligraphy very much. I would like to take this opportunity to pray for blessings to meet him in person and listen to his explanation of Buddhist scriptures. I wonder where this master's meditation room is?"
After listening to the emperor's request, the smile on the host's face froze in an instant.
Kangxi saw the embarrassment on his face and couldn't help but feel his heart high. He knew that his Khan Ama was protected by the royal top secret guards, and he wondered if it was his Khan Ama who knew
You came here, didn't want to see him, and ran away early?
Monk Anwu saw the emperor frowning, and fearing that Kangxi would think too much, he hurriedly bowed and explained:
"The benefactor is not the poor monk Master Xingchi, but Master Linghui from Longquan Temple traveled here more than four months ago. After exchanging Buddhist teachings with Master Xingchi for a day and night, Master Xingchi came here the next day.
I took little Master Zhikong with me to follow Master Linghui to exchange Buddhist teachings elsewhere. At this moment, Master Xingchi is not in Qingliang Temple, and the poor monk doesn’t know when he will come back."
"What?"
When Kangxi heard this, his high-spirited heart suddenly fell to the bottom, and he could not hide the disappointment on his face.
More than four months ago, it was almost early summer, Treasure Island had not yet been recovered, and he had not yet decided to come to Mount Wutai.
Realizing that his guess was half correct, his mother was really not in the temple, but it was not to avoid him, but because of some strange combination of circumstances, the father and son missed him. Kangxi couldn't help but twitch a wry smile from the corner of his mouth.
When the Queen Mother heard this, she couldn't help hugging little Yinzhen who was already asleep in her arms. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, thinking, could this be God's will? People who have been "dead" for many years are not even willing to live forever.
He appeared in front of his family again.
Qingyan could understand Kangxi's feeling of disappointment. After struggling for so many years, she finally made the decision to come to visit his Khan Amma, and even brought a large family to come all the way from the capital with great fanfare.
When I thought about it, it turned out to be nothing. The person I was thinking about was not here. This is really not a happy thing.
Liang Jiugong saw the emperor's gaffe, and also caught a glimpse of the confusion in monk An Wu's eyes, as well as the puzzled looks that the other older children looked at his mother. He quickly and cautiously changed the topic, leaned over and spoke softly.
road:
"Master, we have been gone for almost a day. The young masters are all sleepy. How about we go to the side room to rest first? Master Xingchi is famous, but after we have a good rest, we will listen to other masters explain Buddhist scriptures tomorrow.
It can also achieve the purpose of praying."
When Monk An Wu heard Liang Jiugong's words, he mistakenly thought that the emperor was worried about praying because he could not see the Buddhist master he admired, so he added with a smile:
"Donor, the donor next to you is right. Don't worry. Although Master Xingchi is no longer in the temple, the poor monk's uncle, Master Xingsen, is Master Xingchi's brother. His Buddhist attainments are different from Master Xingchi's.
"Look, why don't you follow the poor monk to the side room to rest first? If you have any Buddhist experience tomorrow, it's the same thing with Master Xingsen."
The shock that Kangxi received at this moment was really too great. He reluctantly nodded, followed the host and turned around to go to the wing in the backyard.
He was in such a low mood that he naturally had no time to pay attention to his precious son who was standing next to him with his face changing like a revolving door.
After Yinreng heard the two Dharma names "Xingchi" and "Zhikong" from the presiding monk, he always felt that these two names were familiar, but he could never remember where he had heard them.
He couldn't help but frown slightly, and just as he was about to put aside this question, he unexpectedly turned his head and saw the young novice standing in the attic not far away, holding a mallet and beating the dusk drum "dong dong dong".
His pupils shrank in an instant, and he suddenly stopped walking. In a flash of lightning, he recalled that when the eldest princess Jianning kidnapped him and his eldest brother, he stood by the railing of the attic in the backyard of Jingqi Pavilion, crying and crying.
Smilingly, he shouted the words "The Great Monk Traveling to Mount Wutai" loudly to Mother Ukuma who was standing on the ground.
"The Great Monk Xing Chi", "He Khan's Imma became a monk in Wutai Mountain", "My Khan Ama refused to enter so many famous temples, so he had to take a large group of them to come to this unknown remote temple to pray for blessings."
, Yinreng’s heart beats like a drum
, connected all these details together, and quickly turned around and looked at the three words on the Qingliang Stone with his auspicious eyes. He didn't know if it was his imagination. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the writing was different from what he had left behind.
Mo Bao is quite similar.
If it was just a coincidence, it would be fine. So many coincidences collided together that Yinreng's fingers hanging by his side could not help but tremble, and a shocking thought emerged in his mind: Could it be that Han Mafa really didn't die, but instead died?
Have you become a monk in Qingliang Temple?
The deeper Yinren thought, the faster his heart beat, and even sweat appeared on his forehead under the warm hat. When he was about to lift his sleeves to wipe the sweat off his forehead, Yinti suddenly slapped it with his hand.
Touched his shoulder.
Yinreng couldn't hold it back, and immediately trembled with fright.
Yinti saw that everyone basically followed the host and left. Only his second brother, the prince, was still looking at the Qingliang Stone in a daze. He just wanted to pat him and call him over, but he was surprised by Yinti's actions.
He jumped and looked at Yinreng's eyes looking at him with uncertainty. Yinti couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly and asked carelessly:
"Baocheng, Khan Ama and the others are almost reaching the wing. What are you thinking? Why are you so scared?"
Yinreng took a look at his Khan, Ama and his group and they had indeed left the front yard. He stretched out his hand and pulled Yinti's arm to make his silly brother bend down. Then he leaned close to his ear, swallowed nervously, and whispered
asked:
"Brother, do you think you have heard of the Dharma title 'Xing Chi'?"
When Yinti heard this, he glanced at Yinreng in confusion, then tried to think about it, shook his head helplessly and said:
"Second brother, I have no impression. I think this Buddhist name is quite down-to-earth. Just from the Buddhist name, you can tell that this is an old monk who knows how to enjoy himself."
Yinreng looked at Yinti with his hands behind his back and said these words with confidence, and couldn't help but asked in confusion:
"Brother, how did you tell?"
Yinti glanced left and right with his litchi eyes, then approached Yinreng and whispered to him:
"Baocheng, don't you think this 'eating while walking, eating while walking' means eating while walking? The old monk is still traveling around the world. Look at how beautiful his life is. He is more comfortable than our elder brother."
After hearing his elder brother's explanation, Yinreng suddenly saw a few black lines sliding down his forehead. He felt that this was a Buddhist master suspected of his Hanma Dharma. The name of the Dharma obviously sounded quite meaningful. However, Yinti was confused by this explanation.
This level of "swish, swish, swish" has dropped many levels over time.
Seeing his eldest brother still looking like he thought his statement was credible, Yinreng couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, patted Yinti's arm and said:
"Brother, I think Ama Khan is right. You should read more books after you return to the palace. There are many miscellaneous notes in Yuqing Palace. I will ask He Zhuer to bring them to you. Are you okay?
Turn over more."
After saying this, Yinreng shook his head and walked towards the backyard.
Looking at the retreating figure of his second brother, Yinti was instantly disturbed by the wind and almost turned to stone on the spot. Did he say something stupid again?
Not understanding in his heart, he hurriedly raised his legs and hurriedly caught up with Yinreng, and asked loudly:
"Baocheng, please stop here and tell me, if the Dharma name of 'eating while walking' is not 'eating while walking', what does that mean?"
Yinreng saw the little novice monk sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard with a broom. After hearing the words "eat while walking", he immediately stopped with the broom in his hand and looked at him in shock.
He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and smiled at the young novice monks, then hurriedly turned around, raised his arm to cover his elder brother's mouth, and dragged Yinti towards the backyard.
After about an hour, the sky became completely dark, and the night in the mountains was much quieter than in the Forbidden City.
After the elderly empress dowager finished washing, she took her granddaughters to bed.
The princes were all fast asleep except for Yin Reng. The prince was so disturbed by the thought that "the crazy monk may be his Khan Mafa" that he could not sleep on the bed. Separated from him by a wall, Kangxi and the imperial concubine were lying side by side on the bed.