Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 164 Lingyun Temple

The early sun that rises above the clouds shines on the misty clouds on the top of the mountain.

At the foot of the Cangyu Mountain, there are shouts from stalls, large and small, one after another, and hawkers use their loudest voices to attract the people, pilgrims, and business travelers who are going to the market to take a look here.

Not far away, crowds surrounded, and in the middle was a crude stage. A few small wooden figures about one foot in robes were holding knives, spears, and halberds on the stage, riding their respective horses and fighting lively.

The wooden Guandao was pressed down by the painted halberd, and Lu Bu woodcarving turned his head, and after saying his lines, he said in a low voice to the black man who was rushing up on the horse: "It's just acting, what's more serious, let's play two more rounds to clean up." down!"

"I want you to tell me."

Zhang Fei replied in a low voice, an angry look suddenly appeared on his face, and he shouted violently: "Slave of the three surnames, look at the spear!"

"Yide, be serious."

The Guan Gong woodcarving at the side let out a soft shout, and immediately fought with the Lu Bu woodcarving. The three little men rode around on horseback, fighting fiercely, making the people watching around think that the young man behind the stage was behind the stage. Applause.

"After the havoc in the Heavenly Palace, I didn't expect that the drama "Three Heroes Fighting Lu Bu" is also very good."

"I still want to see how the monkey was crushed under the mountain."

"Didn't you say it will last for 500 years?"

"You won't make us wait for 500 years, right?! Brother, when will we play the monkey play!"

After the play on the stage was over, Chen Yuan bowed her hands to the people who came to ask, and replied a few words, then patted the master who was sitting cross-legged beside the stage and eating a roast chicken, and was about to leave.

After the performance of the three operas in the morning, the surroundings are considered to be a little more familiar. When Chen Yuan dismantled the stage and put it in the bullock cart, she also chatted about Lingyun Temple with an old woman selling eggs next to her.

Older people like this are often the most well-informed and know a lot. At first, the old woman only talked about the efficacies in the temple, which master in the temple is an eminent monk, and it is right to ask him to ask for a solution. .

After arriving, there were also other people talking and gossiping.

"Xiao Langjun, I'm telling you, don't spread it. You can go up the mountain to the temple, and you can prepare more money. If you don't have enough money, it's best not to buy incense, because you can't afford it."

"I carry myself..."

"No, you have to buy it at Lingyun Temple. They won't let you bring your own incense. Look around, is there anyone selling incense paper money?"

"Understood, thank you, old man."

Chen Yuan bowed her hands to express her thanks, when he came to this collection, he realized that there were no incense candles sold here, and it turned out that he could only buy incense in the temple.

Is it because of this that the Celestial Master doesn't like Lingyun Temple?

Put the two wooden sculptures Zhang Fei and Lu Bu, who are still in your hand, and I will stab you, into the carriage, and then help the master to sit next to the carriage, and drive the old cow slowly up the mountain road leading to Cangyu Mountain .

"Master, think about it, do you know other methods?"

The car body shook slightly. On the way to the mountain road, Chen Yuan remembered the "Shenting Yuqing Jing" that the master said that day, and asked the old man beside him to see if he could remember it. , in case one day really fell into a demon, there is no way to turn back.

The crazy old man picked out his nostrils and flicked to the side of the aisle.

"Didn't I teach you?!"

"The disciple is talking about the method of the Heavenly Master's Mansion."

The crazy old man twirled a piece of booger, rubbed it around his fingertips and flicked it away, stroked his messy long beard, frowned, thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out.

"I can't remember, maybe my teacher forgot... By the way, what is my name called Yin..."

Chen Yuan looked over and smiled, and added the words he added: "Yin Xuanling!"

"That's right, what a bad name." The crazy old man crossed his legs, put his hands in his sleeves, and looked angrily at the forest scenery outside the mountain road: "It's not as good as Ouyang Feng you said last time..."

"Master, that's a joke, that name is unlucky."

Chen Yuan hurriedly explained that she was afraid that the old man would take the name seriously. After coming out of Tianshi Mansion, on the way, he told Master the name of the sixth-generation patriarch that Tianshi said, to see how he would react, but it turned out that the name was not pleasant. , nothing else happens.

I also joked that he was quite similar to a man named Ouyang Feng, but the old man chanted a few words and thought it sounded good...

The master and the apprentice walked across the mountain road talking and laughing. As the mountain got higher and higher, the number of people coming here gradually decreased. Most of them were some devout pilgrims holding half-burned long incense sticks, walking to the outside of the temple. Insert incense along the way.

There were also rich and noble families who came up in mountain sedan chairs. A few shirtless men covered with sweat stains carried the luxuriously dressed owner quickly past the ox cart. The man on top even glanced at the old ox and asked Chen Yuan, who was driving the car, if he would sell it. give him.

Over the years, the old cow has become stronger and stronger, and has been incensed. Its physique is a circle or two larger than the average green bull. At first glance, it is as fierce as the big bison outside, especially the tip of one horn is broken, which adds to its fierceness.

On the way to the north, Chen Yuan actually thought about buying some pig iron to make a pair of iron horns to fit it...but she never took the time to do so.

After dismissing the man in the sedan chair, he walked for a few more miles, and the courtyard wall of a corner of the temple was gradually exposed behind the mountain. Before he got close, he heard the evening bell ringing three times. It must be that someone spent a lot of money to offer incense.

There is nothing unusual about Lingyun Temple and other temples. After passing the mountain gate, it is the gate of the main courtyard of the temple. The blue smoke shot straight into the sky.

Boom!
The distant and long bells echoed on the top of the mountain. Chen Yuan led the ox cart to the horse post outside the temple, put on the reins, patted the bull's head, and led the master into the gate of the temple. There was a monk who knew guests Greeted up, vertical seal Jishou.

"This benefactor, are you offering incense and worshiping Buddha, or seeking knowledge and solving doubts?"

Chen Yuan cupped her hands to return the salute, and said softly: "Neither, I, Chen Yuan, want to see the abbot of Lingyun Temple."

Hearing that it was not true, the Zhike monk quickly withdrew his smile and shook his head: "It is inconvenient for the abbot to meet the distinguished guests in the meditation room. The almsgiver might as well wait outside the temple, so as not to disturb the pilgrims who come here to offer incense."

Sure enough, as the old woman at the foot of the mountain said, this Lingyun Temple is really open to money.

"Little master, the door of Buddhism is a place beyond the square. Shouldn't the door of convenience be opened wide? What's the matter, I can't even offer incense to dispel doubts, even the door is not allowed to enter?"

Probably because he had encountered a tourist who spoke like Chen Yuan, the Zhike monk stood back and walked away.

"People from other places also need to fill their stomachs, and the Buddha statues in the temple also need to be embellished and painted, otherwise, how can they be resplendent today?"

Chen Yuan cupped her hands with a smile, she said it so bluntly, she couldn't force her way in, after all, she came to Qiubao to heal the white snake, and he didn't want to make the matter so that there was no room for turning around.

He simply said that he came to offer incense, and was led by the Zhike monk, who guided him to buy a stick of incense in front of a monk's booth in the front hall, and put a stick of incense on the bronze cauldron outside the main hall, and then asked if he could see this place Abbot.

However, the answer was still that the abbot was seeing guests, and it was inconvenient to receive them, so he sent Chen Yuan away.

"Then I'll wait outside the temple. If the abbot is free sometime, can you convey it for me?"

"En!" The Zhike monk responded perfunctorily, and sent Chen Yuan outside the temple. The old and the young could only sit in the car and watch the pilgrims coming in and out of the temple.

Soon the sky was getting dark, and a figure on the mountain road below came quickly, walking towards the temple non-stop, passing Chen Yuan who was reading a book in the car, stepped on the white rock steps and rushed in, pushing the Zhike monk who stopped him to the ground , I also staggered and fell out of the eaves, then got up again, dragging a suit of old clothes to the main hall.

This is a young man in his twenties, who yelled into the temple before the bronze cauldron was over, and occasionally cursed a few words, making the pilgrims around him frown.

When Chen Yuan heard the sound, she lowered her "Miscellaneous Suspicions of Huangchuan" and saw that the man had been thrown out by the monks who had heard the news. They punched and kicked the young man while waving the monk's robe. Only when he vomited blood did he stop.

One of the monks with a fat head and big ears kicked him and spat on the ground: "Hurry up, your mother-in-law has never been to the temple, so don't slander her for nothing! Otherwise, Lingyun Temple will report to the officials and throw you into a prison !"

After speaking, several monks worked together to throw the man to a corner, clapped their hands and returned to the temple, calming the frightened pilgrims inside with a friendly face.

(End of this chapter)