Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 479 The Ruins
The entire room is very simple, and the tea set on the low table is the common rough pottery in the countryside, which is of little value.

But a piece of bamboo paper letterhead pressed under the wooden fish caught Zhou Zhi's attention.

On the letterhead was written a little poem:
Sitting on Forgotten Lotus Peak forty autumns,
His life is uncertain.

It is difficult to keep the pure precepts, Obi,

Live up to Dragon Longitude Bhikkhu.

Hengfa didn't understand poetry, but the word "Dragon Sutra" in the last line of the poem made his heart skip a beat: "This is...is this talking about the Dragon Sutra?"

"The meaning of this poem is that I have practiced on the Lotus Peak for 40 years. This life is about to end, but I have not yet figured out what will happen in the next life."

"The world is already like Abi Hell. It is difficult for people to stick to the rules and precepts. They can only live up to the teachings of the Dragon Scriptures to themselves as a monk."

After reading the poem, Zhou Zhiyou couldn't help wondering: "So the Lotus Peak is just a reference? It refers to the monk's place of practice, or the state of mind of practice, rather than the actual place name?"

"If this is the case, then the "Dragon Canon" will be useless." Hengfa looked at the dilapidated bamboo house: "This is the lowest part of the basin, and places suitable for bamboo growth are generally humid and hot, unlike Guanyin Cliff and Medicine Master Cave, It is a place where scriptures can be stored..."

"There are also words under the wooden fish!" When the two of them were interpreting the poem, Master Qiao had already picked up the wooden fish to look through.

The wooden fish is made of a log, carved out of a large lump of hemp oak, and I don’t know how many hammers have been broken to hammer the top of such a hard wooden fish into a flat surface.

The pattern of the hemp oak bumps is very beautiful. Zhou Zhi's family has a slingshot embryo snatched from Lao Mu's house. It is similar to this one, and it has been covered with a layer of varnish.

Turn over the wooden fish, and there is an engraved "Xiu" character at the bottom.

Hengfa joined forces again: "This is a relic of my Yuanxiu power!"

"Then your guess can be proven correct!" Master Qiao shouted, "Monk Wu is Zen Master Yuanxiu! The Dragon Canon was hidden for him!"

"But where is it hidden?" Zhou Zhi was a little mad: "If this is the place where Yuanxiu secretly came to chant sutras and chanted Buddha occasionally after he became the bandit leader, if he really hid the "Dragon Tibetan Sutra" for Dongfang and Yuanyin's intentions. Get up, the scripture should be not far from here!"

"But look at the surrounding environment, does this look like a place where books are stored? If it is really hidden here..." After speaking, he poked the rotten place on the floor with a bamboo stick: "Look! Bamboo can't hold it!"

"So this is proved to be the practice place of Zen Master Yuanxiu, and it also proves that our journey of searching for scriptures is completely over!"

"But the lacquerware coffee table and wooden fish are still good..." Master Qiao was also a little stubborn: "Also, we were able to prove the correctness of the speculation. I think this is also very remarkable."

"Yes, yes, no matter what, it is a great reward to be able to find Yuanxiu's place of practice and his relics." Hengfa said: "These things still have to be brought back to the temple..."

"Continue to search, no matter what, let's finish the search here, and then go to Shudu, and we will have an explanation with Teacher Yuan." Zhou Zhi sighed: "Godfather is right, success is accidental, failure is normal, Treat it with a normal heart."

"Brother Yi, you are right. We were able to find this place, which shows that our method of rummaging and guessing in the massive amount of information was correct. We were able to find the relics of Zen Master Yuanxiu. This trip was not in vain."

"That's the reason." Master Hengfa already felt that this trip was worth a thousand dollars: "Then it's still the old rule, blow the whistle if something happens, and let's explore this small basin."

So the three of them started to continue their exploration according to the original plan again.

Because this time Hengfa searched across the wetland in the center of the basin, the speed was not as fast as Zhou Zhi and Master Qiao.

Not long after, Master Joe's whistle sounded high in the basin.

Zhou Zhi hurriedly walked through the pine forest he was searching for, and ran up the slope quickly. He saw Master Qiao's back from afar, standing beside a boulder outside the pine forest in a daze.

"What did you find in the brother-in-law—" Zhou Zhi shouted while running.

Master Qiao just waved: "Come up, come up and see for yourself!"

When Zhou Zhi ran through the pine forest and came to see Master Qiao, he couldn't help being dumbfounded: "Damn, why did I forget that we are on the edge of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau..."

Having lived in the mountains for so long, Zhou Zhi had almost forgotten how he and Master Qiao came to Fawang Temple. It was the two of them climbing uphill for fifteen miles in a row before arriving at Grandpa Gan's house.

After that, the range of activities of the two of them was actually on a huge slope on the plateau. Even Guanyin Cliff was actually a small highland on the slope wall of the plateau.

But in daily life, people often ignore the concept of absolute height. After only a few days of activities in and around Fawang Temple, Zhou Zhi subconsciously forgot that he was in the mountains, because the place where Fawang Temple is located is a large mountain. On a hill on the platform, the platform feels similar to the hilly area in the suburbs of Jiachuan.

And the scenery unfolding in front of the two of them now reminded Zhou Zhi and Master Qiao that they were indeed in a hilly area, but at a hilly area whose altitude was nearly a thousand meters higher than that of Jiachuan!
From Zhou Zhi's current position, a few steps forward, there is an abyss!
They came to the edge of the huge terrace where Fawangji Temple is located!
This is an extremely magnificent scene. Below the cliff is a huge basin surrounded by surrounding mountains. At the bottom of the basin are hills of various sizes, the small ones are like chess pieces, and the big ones are like Wowotou. Numerous forests, rice fields and vegetable fields.

Some slightly larger plains, the center of rice fields and vegetable fields, are a small residential area, and those are towns.

All of these are connected by lines of different thicknesses. The initial lines meander northeast along several luminous thin bands.

These lines are the roads, and the thin strips of light are the Red Water River.

The twists and turns of the Hongshui River are unimaginable, similar to the Jiuqu Yellow River on the Norgai Grassland, but the Norgai is a plain, and here are hills of all sizes.

The Hongshui River winds its way to the northeast, and finally a smaller confluence merges with it from the northwest, which is the largest tributary of the Hongshui River-Xishui River.

The Jiachuan section of the Xishui River is called the Gaodong River. The water in the Gaodong River is green even in the wet season. After it flows into the now yellow Hongshui River, it flows for a short distance before entering a more yellow river. The water belt - the Yangtze River.

Xishui River, Hongshui River, Yangtze River, the piece of land enclosed by the three water belts is Majie Town.

On the other side of Majie Town, the hills surrounded by the Yangtze River and Anle Mountain, which is high and low like a pen holder in the distance, is Jiachuan County.

The administrative area of ​​Jiachuan County is very large, but the county government is not large. It starts from the mouth of the Yangtze River where the Hongshui River enters. It looks like a black-covered boat and is placed on the banks of the Yangtze River. This is Jiachuan County. .

Looking at Jiachuan from the current position, the size of Jiachuan is about the size of a matchbox, and the White Pagoda standing across the Yangtze River is about the same as the top of a small toothpick.

(End of this chapter)