Just like falling flowers after leaving someone

The sound of Jiang Wen closing the door when he left echoed in his ears, and it seemed like a partridge was shouting a few words in the bushes. In the mountain house that was so cold to the bone, soon only the two old monks were left sitting opposite candles.

Until Jiang Wen came down the mountain, it was time for the two of them to talk. Master Anren slowly expressed the doubts in his heart.

"Senior brother, I still can't figure it out... A serious disease like that of Xu Gong Hongzu could be cured by fumigation in the medicine pool. The female donor only had a slight scar in her meridians. Why did she suffer such a calamity?"

Abbot Hongbian sighed softly and talked about the past.

"Anren, do you remember what the master said when he built the medicine pool? It's sad to say that the stone cave medicine pool had little effect on you at first. The donor Xu Hongzu also interrupted the fumigation because of thieves stealing books. Now the female donor has met with something unexpected.

It makes sense.”

Memories came to mind, and Master Anren also sighed in a low voice: "Amitabha, of course I remember Master's words. Master said that if the stone cave medicine pool is built, even if it has miraculous effects, if the time of blessing and wisdom is not achieved and the karma is sufficient, it will not work.

In the end, it will be difficult to achieve success.”

Abbot Hongbian said calmly: "That's right. We committed greed by forcing opportunities. It would be better for Pinzhao to go down the mountain to benefit others and get Jiang Tanyue to donate with compassion. When this good relationship is formed, the Buddha will naturally bless him.

"

After saying this, he raised his hand and said to Anren, "Besides, who else in the Sittan Temple is more suitable than Pinzhao?"

Master Anren was stunned when he heard the words, and then he showed a hint of enlightenment, and his body that was sitting cross-legged suddenly straightened up, "This good relationship originated between the two of us, and it should be repaid by Sidan Temple. It's good, it's good, I am.

I almost forgot about the photos..."

…………

On the winding mountain road outside the gate of Xitan Temple, the dark-faced young monk stood in the shade of the trees and bumped into Jiang Wen who was carrying Luo Shuang'er down the mountain. He had obviously been waiting here for a long time.

Xitan Temple is the easternmost jungle of Jizu Mountain. It leans against nine dangerous cliffs in the back and faces the large and small dragon ponds in front. It has a good geomantic omen and is surrounded by two layers of dragons. Therefore, the road is difficult to climb in the dark night. At first, the two of them didn't talk much.

Under the guidance of Pinzhao, we first came to the open area at the foot of the mountain, where we could vaguely see a patch of white sand like snow outside Fengwei Village, and then we quickly walked around the trail to the north.

As the road gradually became smoother after going down the mountain, Jiang Wen, who was carrying Luo Shuang'er on his back, was in the mood to chat with Pinzhao. After going back and forth, he also found out some things he didn't know before.

Pinzhao looked honest and honest, and his facial features were not that of a Han Chinese, but his behavior was quite like that of a monk. However, Jiang Wen now knew that he had not received full ordination, so he could not be called a real monk, so he casually asked about him becoming a monk.

s reason.

After some inquiring, Jiang Wen found out which tribe Pinzhao was from, which was later called the Naxi tribe. They were closely related to the Mu family. The Mu family was the official surname of the Naxi tribe.

Those who use the surname Mu are only limited to the Mu family. Even relatives of the Mu chieftain must change their surname to "A" after three generations, and "He" after five generations.

"Little Master, it turns out that not only are you not Han, but your identity is also unusual. With our relationship being so familiar, why are you still hiding this from me?"

Previously, the young monk mentioned that his common name was "Acuolin". Jiang Wen only thought it was a name in a dialect. He did not expect that his surname was "A". He also forgot that Xitan Temple was the family temple of Lijiang Chieftain Mu's family.

, if this little monk is really ordinary, how can he become a monk here casually?

"Donor Jiang, I have never concealed anything from you. I heard the abbot and the elders talk about you earlier. It was Master Uncle Jing who said he was afraid that I would talk to you, so I couldn't bear to tell you."

Pinzhao looked at Jiang Wen innocently, looking a little aggrieved, as if he wanted to tell everything he had been holding back to prove his innocence. "My uncles don't believe me. Although I'm not very familiar with Jizu Mountain, Yunnan

I still know more or less about this area. I think what the donor encountered was not a ghost, but a dry muntjac!"

Pinzhao was walking and talking, looking around vigilantly at all times, as if he was very careful about the ghosts and shadows in the mountains and forests. He turned around and realized that Jiang Wen didn't believe it and continued to explain.

"Uncle An Ren once said that this is true. There is a lot of metal energy in the land of Yunnan. The people who mined the mines were crushed to death when they encountered a collapse. The resentment was so deep that it lasted for hundreds of years. When they were infected by the metal energy in the land, they became

If you encounter a living person inside the cave, you will pounce on it and bite it to death, or it will turn into poisonous smoke and kill people outside the cave."

These words were somewhat personal. Jiang Wen listened to him with a smile before he asked unhurriedly.

"Well, the story can be told so vividly - little master, did you not like to study much before you became a monk?" Jiang Wen suddenly asked about his soul.

As expected, Pinzhao instantly became discouraged and said to Jiang Wen embarrassedly: "The donor discovered this. I used to like to run out and have fun, and my sister always taught me a lesson and wouldn't let me interact with those unscrupulous people."

People come and go.”

Jiang Wen laughed at first, and then patted him on the shoulder empathetically: "It's okay, my parents didn't let me play with bad kids at first, but they definitely didn't guess that who would play with me, a good kid..."

Pinzhao perked up after hearing the words, and instantly wanted to introduce Jiang Wen as a confidant. The friendship between the two also increased with each other's words: "Little Master, I would like to ask, why do you always want to seek supernatural powers?"

?How will this be of use to you?"

Pinzhao looked at the dark mountain forest and murmured to himself, "My powers are so versatile, you won't understand..."

There was only a moment of silence, and Pinzhao soon revealed his youthful nature. After a few casual words, he pretended to be mature and said to Jiang Wen: "Donor Jiang, although you have magical powers and are not afraid of these things, 80% of the people you met in the cave

It's the 'dry muntjac', I'm afraid it crawled out from the cracks in the rocks when you weren't paying attention!"

"Dry muntjac?"

Jiang Wen recited the name several times, and was very unfamiliar with this thing mixed with some accent, so Pinzhao simply introduced the thing with strange powers and chaos on the desolate night road.

Pinzhao told Jiang Wen that Yunnan has been plagued by disasters and military disasters since ancient times. When civilians encounter disasters or military disasters, they will hide in the mountains and wait until the war subsides before coming out. If they go back and forth like this, they will encounter some unexplainable things in the mountains.

Strange things.

"For example, there are countless ghost caves in Jizu Mountain. People once escaped and hid in them accidentally, but they all died inside. These caves are not difficult to find. If someone goes in, they can see piles of bones.

It’s big but it’s huge inside. Footprints of people and livestock will always appear on the fine sand at the entrance of the cave. After they are swept away, they will appear again. When it’s night, the mountain will be covered with ghost fires as if it’s raining..."

Jiang Wen thought about it for a moment. The scene where Luo Shuang'er was soaking in the medicine pool and the mummy of a miner in rotten clothes quietly emerged from the cracks in the rocks made her scalp feel numb. Unfortunately, Luo Shuang'er was unconscious now and there was no way to tell her.

What exactly happened in their cave.

"Little master, what I encountered was a 'dry deer' or a 'terrible ghost'. The most important thing now is to revive the person. By the way, do you have any good ideas to revive Sister Shuang?"

Pinzhao looked at Jiang Wen with determination, obviously very happy that he could be of use. He pointed to the mountain col not far ahead and said: "Donor Jiang, don't be anxious, I have a way for you to wake her up. Wait until we get to the front.

Wherever you stay, you will definitely be able to wake up the female donor!"

……………

"Amitabha, I'm still a little worried about Pinzhao."

Master Anren said to Hongbian with a serious expression, "Senior brother, Pinzhao's practice is still shallow and he is obsessed with supernatural powers. You and I tried every possible means to bring him into Buddhism. Now we let him go back to contact the heretics. Will there be any repercussions?"

Harmed him?"

Abbot Hongbian sat still as still as a mountain, slowly twirled the Buddhist beads in his hands, and whispered in a low voice without stopping, "Anren, carrying water and firewood is nothing more than learning Taoism. Pines, wind, water and moon can all be used to practice Zen. What's wrong with wandering heretics?"

Zhao has been studying Buddhism under the disciples of Sidan Temple for some time. If he easily returns to heresy, then what is the use of studying Buddhism to him?"

"But when Pinzhao first went up the mountain, he almost committed suicide trying to find the foggy road in Jizushanyin to travel to Cuiguo. Now it is dangerous to let him go out late at night. He is afraid that he will get lost and wander into the depths of the sea of ​​misery."

Master Anren was still worried. At this time, he looked like an ordinary old man. What he did and said was far from the majestic Abbot Hongbian in front of him, let alone compared with the Buddhist genius who was infinitely close to the Arahant status. It seemed that

The cultivation of Buddhism is nowhere to be found in him.

Abbot Hongbian nodded slightly, and in turn persuaded his junior brother, "Anren, this is how things are in the world. When people hear praise, they are happy, and when they hear slander, they are angry. Every time their merits and demerits change, they rise and fall in the six paths of reincarnation. Therefore, the Buddha is

People in the world talk about the Five Precepts, the Ten Good Deeds, the Eightfold Path, the Six Paramitas and all kinds of dharma, and correct the misconceptions of people with the knowledge of enlightenment, but we can only try our best to practice it..."

"Amitabha, the journey through the foggy green country is illusory. People say that there are white deer accompanying the snow to brew fine wine, but I only saw mountains of white bones. The Buddha's light shines all over Jizu Mountain, but it cannot shine through the sea of ​​evil.

Cause and effect are destined, and if this is the case, there is naturally nothing the old monk can do..."

Master Anren fell silent and appeared to be listening attentively, as if he had noticed some subtle changes in the misty night.

…………

Jiang Wen kept track of the steps in his mind and walked about two miles north to the foothills of Jizu Mountain. He finally stopped under a flat rock. He raised his eyes and saw the village cluster hanging high in the sky. There was a pool of clear water in the middle, which was sparkling.

This is the Dalongtan you can see when looking down from Sidtan Temple.

The water in Dalongtan is four to five feet deep. According to Pinzhao, it never overflows or dries up all year round. Locals can freely carry water from this pool for thirsty drinking and irrigating their gardens. This is also the so-called Jishan outer ravine. In the early years, people climbed the mountain.

People all over the world regard this place as the starting point for entering the mountains, and then they can rest in Fengwei Village.

Pinzhao took Jiang Wen into the village in a familiar manner, and then walked to the edge of the village, near a thatched eaves low-pressure house. It was cold and windy late at night, and the oil lamps in the house could be seen slightly shining through the windows, and occasionally figures appeared on the gauze.

On the bed, the coughing sound was also faint and audible.

Pinzhao calmed down for a moment, then went up and knocked on the door gently. Soon, a slow and stagnant pace sounded in the room out of thin air, and the other noises suddenly disappeared.

"Who's knocking?"

Pinzhao didn't say anything and continued to knock on the door gently, but just like that, the reassuring coughing melody slowly sounded in the room again.

The firewood door slowly opened, still cautious in its movements. The dim yellow light lit by turbid oil suddenly shone on Pin's newly shaved scalp. Opposite of it, an old woman with a wrinkled face poked her head out of the house.

.

Jiang Wen stood three steps behind Pin Zhao, not wanting to show any aggression so as not to irritate the suspicious old woman. At the same time, the woman's curly bun, ringed ears, and strange clothes also made him slowly guess that Pin Zhao was here.

The intention of the line.

"Are you...Acuolin?"

The other party recognized him for a while, and then he recognized the familiar facial features on the stranger's face, and slightly relaxed his grip on the door panel.

"Grandma Sunny, it's me, open the door and let me in."

"No, you can't find the fog road to travel to the Cui Kingdom anymore. It's useless no matter what you say! In order to help you last time, the four-headed god Karan got angry and broke the sutra tablets. If you continue to act like this, you will be led by the wind ghost.

gone……"

Pinzhao's face turned green and red, and he held his breath and said decisively to the old woman: "Grandma Sunny, this is not why I came today - there is a good man whose soul has been lost, and I need your help to find it!"

Jiang Wen could tell that although this old woman with curly buns and ears looked ferocious, she looked at Pingzhao, or Acuolin, with a kind of awe. Her evil appearance was just to scare him away. In fact, she did not
To be continued...