Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter One, Gathering in Chaoyang City (Part 1)
The wind and snow were not angry, the road was not blocked, and accompanied by the slowly falling snowflakes, an old monk holding a tin staff and wearing a hat slowly walked out of the wasteland, entered the border of Yuelun, and walked towards a not-high mountain.
The old monk walked very slowly, slower than the snowflakes falling, and even seemed to be slower than the snow melting. His feet in straw sandals seemed to be bonded to the ground, and when he raised his feet, he seemed to have to turn the entire ground.
It's very difficult to pull it up, so every step you take seems to be very difficult.
He walked on the snow, the snow layer was pulled up; he walked on the mud, the black mud land was pulled up; he walked on the bluestone mountain road, the stone surface was pulled up. The mountain road covered by shallow snow seemed to have no change.
In fact, the structures deep in the snow were tearing and uneasy, making extremely slight rustling sounds that humans could not hear. Even the entire mountain was moaning with extremely low moans as the old monk walked.
The animals hiding deep in the mountains to escape from winter can hear this sound. The wolf licking the dirty hair is raising its head in fear. The magpies hiding in the nest are terrified and look into the distance, trying to chew.
The bobcat wearing the deer-skinned deer that had been frozen to death made a shrill scream.
The old monk walked to the top of the mountain and looked south.
The snow stopped dozens of miles south of the mountain. The snow in most of the sky of the Yuelun Kingdom was without snow clouds. Chaoyang City, the capital of the Yuelun Kingdom, thousands of miles away, was covered by thick clouds, thousands of miles away.
Looking at each other, the extremely thick clouds are like a lonely flower in the boundless Buddha country.
The old monk looked at the clouds thousands of miles away silently, and slowly showed a very complicated expression on his old face without covering his hat. Then he tightened his hand holding the tin staff slightly and inserted it gently into his body.
Between the rocks on the top of the peak, he said to the distance: "People are under the clouds."
The tin staff contacted the rocks on the top of the peak, like a hot knife stabbed into the snow pile, silently penetrated into the stone. The tin staff's head made a slight crisp sound, accompanied by the old monk's words and floated towards all directions.
The old monk looked at the distant Chaoyang City and said, "For this catastrophe on earth, the arrival of the Dharma-Ending Age, the Buddha left many magic weapons such as chessboard and jingling before Nirvana, which pointed out the way for Buddhist disciples, but Senior Brother, you are not.
Why is it that you are willing to follow the path left by Buddha and have to go your own way?”
After standing silently at the top of the peak for a long time, the old monk sighed and said, "Senior Brother, you called yourself Qishan back then. I have never understood what it means. After reposting the seven thoughts, I realized that the meaning of the strange way was to be taken, but it was just a strange way.
How difficult it is to do it. My Buddha is compassionate, how can I bear to take risks in the world and take a path?”
After saying this, the old monk pulled out the tin staff from the snow rock and slowly walked down the peak. He should have been preparing to go to Chaoyang City, but it took him more than a hundred days to walk with such a slow and difficult way.
Walking from Tiankeng Hanging Temple to the edge of the wasteland, how long will it take to walk under the clouds?
"If you go the wrong way, then I have to take a shortcut."
The old monk walked out of the peak and stopped, stretched out his hand to stretch out his tin staff next to the rugged, muddy and difficult mountain road. It seemed that he was hiring a cart. But in this remote mountain peak that was rarely visited, where could there be a cart?
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This winter, Chaoyang City, the capital of Yuelun Kingdom, was in continuous cloudy weather. Even after two light snowfalls, the thick clouds above the city never dissipated.
In the world, wind, snow, cloudy and clear are common. Even if it is cloudy for a hundred days, it is not difficult to resemble, so at the beginning, this cloud did not attract anyone's attention.
Until the winter became deeper and the second snow dissipated, the countryside outside Chaoyang City suddenly cleared. It was clear, but the snow clouds were still covered in Chaoyang City. It made the people in the city feel a little puzzled.
If you are confused, you ask for an explanation. Once you start to observe purposefully, the Yuelun Kingdom court and ordinary residents finally noticed the strangeness of the thick clouds in the sky. Some people remembered that the clouds above their heads began one day in late autumn.
It never dispersed again. More people noticed that in the clear sky outside the city, clouds were floating in the sky one after another every day, gathering in the clouds above the city.
The clouds enveloped Chaoyang City and refused to dissipate, and it became thicker and larger every day. This situation was too strange. Starting from autumn, the Buddhist temples of the Moonland Kingdom preached the arrival of the Lady's daughter.
The imperial court's sea captor document has proved that the daughter of the Pluto is in the Moonland Kingdom. All things are linked to the thick clouds above Chaoyang City, which immediately deepened the uneasiness and fear in the hearts of the people.
The people in Chaoyang City naturally developed a lot of speculation and uneasiness. The cloud became the focus of everyone's observation, and even became the main content of the people of Yuelun Country who met and roared every day.
"Did you see the cloud yesterday?"
"You can see it every day when you raise your neck, but you still need to go and see it specifically?"
"I mean the new cloud floated over from outside yesterday. Don't you think the clouds are much thicker today?"
"I didn't see it. I went to rent a carriage yesterday. The new clouds were quite big yesterday?"
"It's very big. When I saw it, it was already very close. It had to be bigger than the palace."
"That's really not small, but I saw Xinyun who came to the east a few days ago. Tsk, that formation and spirit feel like the Tang people's troops."
"Your metaphor is so exquisite that the daughter of Hades is not a Tang Dynasty man."
"Don't mention the daughter of Pluto to me, I'm a timid child."
"You are not timid, but you are meticulous. Are you renting a carriage and leaving, right?"
"It's impossible not to leave. This cloud is so strange. If it falls like a stone one day, I can't stand it."
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Snow clouds destroy the city.
People in the city look up for a long time every day, and fewer people suffer from cervical spondylosis; many people start praying, the streets and alleys are filled with the smell of burning incense, and the incense money in major temples is collected more and more; some are already in
I was preparing to leave Chaoyang City and go to the countryside to hide for a while for a while, and the business of carriages and horses became more and more prosperous.
As the incense burned gradually became stronger, people panicked and began to pray for blessings to all things they thought were effective. Whether it was stone or tree, the master in the temple was naturally the best choice, so in just a few days,
I don’t know how many ladies in the house were harmed.
There are countless Buddhist temples in Yuelun State, the most famous of which is Yanyu Seventy-Two Temples. The Baita Temple in Chaoyang City has an unquestionable status in the seventy-two Temples. In the current panic situation, the Baita Temple is
The incense is naturally the most prosperous. The believers who come to worship Buddha and pray every day are about to burst into pieces.
All the major Buddhist temples in Baita Temple were filled with believers. Even outside the temple, countless people were kneeling. Dozens of believers respectfully knelt in front of a stone steps outside the temple gate, and kept kowtowing, which seemed particularly pious.
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The stone steps attracted so many Buddhist believers to kneel down because in the morning, the abbot of Baita Temple picked up a baby boy with a deep Buddhist connection on the stone steps. The baby boy was the famous Taoist master who later became the famous Taoist master.
Therefore, believers all believe that the Buddha nature of the Taoist Master is still retained on the stone steps, which can bring blessings.
Looking at this scene, Ning Que shook his head, held Sangsang's cool little hand, squeezed through the crowded crowd, and walked into the Baita Temple, thinking that Qunimadi and Baoshu had an affair.
Qu, the illegitimate son of Daoshi, naturally, was sent to Baita Temple. What could it have to do with the Buddha's fate?
Sangsang was wearing a light-colored cotton jacket and a thick scarf, covering half of his face. At some point, his hair was cut very short and spread on his forehead. It looked very refreshing, like a playful
Not to mention that I have only seen the portrait, it is difficult for anyone who has seen her to recognize her.
"Maybe that stone steps can really bring blessings."
Sangsang's voice penetrated his scarf and looked a little buzzing, like he had a little nasal congestion after catching a cold.
Ning Que smiled slightly and said softly: "Even if there is blessing, it will not fall on us. Don't forget that in front of the Chang'an City bun shop, I cut off Daoshi's head with one knife."
Sangsang said, "I don't know if we have done too many bad things, so we will be punished. If we had known to study Buddhism, we shouldn't have been so disrespectful to the Buddhist masters at the beginning."
Ning Que said with a smile: "The day before I met Daoshi, you ran away from home for the first time. I was in a very bad mood. I was angry all night by Yanming Lake. He came to provoke me. Of course, he was looking for death or not.
good."
Sangsang whispered: "So I was retribution."
"If there was retribution, Xiahou would not have to kill me, and he would have been taken over by the Buddha long ago. Whether it was Taoist or the Buddhist sect, when it comes to my academy, the title of unbeliever is always mentioned. In their opinion, there is no faith or awe.
Life is difficult to enrich, and it is difficult to get real peace in the heart. However, in my academy, faith and worship are not the same thing, and the word fear in awe needs to be studied carefully."
Ning Que thought about the believers who had been kowtowing outside the temple before, and the scene of the family next to the courtyard burning incense to worship a tree at home every day, and said, "Like the Yuelun Kingdom, there is naturally faith.
But there are too many things to believe in and too deep fear of the unknown. What kind of faith is this?”
While they were chatting, the two had already walked to the main hall deep in Baita Temple. The Buddhist temple was still crowded with people, hundreds of believers knelt on the cushions and listened to a monk in front of them.
Ning Que took Sangsang into the Buddhist temple and quietly found an empty futon. The believer who was stolen was still listening to the scriptures the moment before, but the next moment he found himself standing behind the pillar.
, I couldn't help but be shocked and speechless, but I didn't dare to shout loudly, for fear that the monks in the temple would determine that they were not pious enough, so that they would end up like this.
Sangsang knelt on the futon, put his hands in front of him, closed his eyes, and began to learn Buddhism and listen to scriptures. His expression was quiet and pious. His hair, which looked slightly darker because of his short cut, slowly whisked on his forehead.
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She did not listen to the preaching of the monk from Baita Temple, but was just silently reading a passage in her heart. What she learned was not the solemn golden Buddha in front of the temple, but the Buddha in her heart.
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(I am full of energy and come back with aches! This is the first chapter of today and the first chapter of volume 4. The curtain slowly hangs down, but in fact, the real curtain slowly opens! Let's do it together
It! Try to write it before ten o'clock in the next chapter!)