Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 712
In addition to being able to overlook Jiachuan from a distance, standing on the Wangxiang Terrace, you can also see a large stone cave under the cliff on the side of the main peak of Anle Mountain.

"Where is there?" A group of ten or so people stood on the lookout platform, all looking spacious, and Wei Fei was very interested in that big stone cave.

He can be said to be a native of Anle Mountain, and he has been curious about that cave for a long time.

"That's the White Deer Cave, which is said to be the place where Liu Zhenjing and Luo Wensi read books."

"Don't you often do fieldwork, Elbow? Have you ever been there?"

"I've been there, but it's not connected to the regular tourist routes of Anle Mountain. Generally, only those who collect firewood will go there. There is a trail leading there from the bowl of water behind the Yanzhen Temple site."

"Is there anything in it?"

"There is nothing left. There is only a big rock cavity. Now half of it is the firewood house of the fellow villagers, and the other half is the sheepfold."

After watching for a while on Wangxiangtai, everyone turned up from under the Tianfu tree and followed a wide stone ladder to a mid-mountain valley. There is a temple here, which is the resting place for climbing the mountain, Yuntai Temple.

Today's Yuntai Temple is still very dilapidated. There is only one old monk, who is a relative of a nearby farm family. In addition to cleaning the sanitation of the temple, the farmer is also responsible for boiling water for tourists, making tea, and providing convenient meals such as bean curd rice.

There are few tourists in summer, and the family is raising chickens and growing vegetables, and suddenly more than a dozen teenagers are killed. This is a big business.

Fortunately, the housewife moved swiftly. First, she made a bowl of tea for everyone, and then called the man who cut the bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest behind the temple back to make bean curd. Small kimchi, make a table in a short time.

After sitting down, everyone started chatting, and Feng Xueshan suddenly thought of a question: "Plane, isn't your home from Anleshan? You moved to Anleshan Primary School later, right? Why don't you seem to have heard the story of Anleshan? "

Wei Fei sighed: "As far back as I can remember, I used to walk from the back of the mountain to the central school in the city with two boiled sweet potatoes in my pocket every day, twenty miles a day back and forth."

"When I was admitted to Hezhong, do you know how happy I was? At that time, my first thought was that I could live on campus, and I no longer had to run back and forth every day."

Speaking of the sufferings of childhood, Wei Yi couldn't help but feel a little moved, and took Wei Fei's hand: "Yes, another plane came to the middle school to look for me, saying that he didn't want to study anymore, and he couldn't stand running back and forth every day, so clean it up for me. Meal."

"I told him that if he studies hard, he will run back and forth for six years at most. If he doesn't study hard, he may live like this for the rest of his life."

Feng Xueshan patted Wei Fei on the shoulder: "So you can be forgiven for being lazy, after all, you have already walked all the roads you should go now when you were young."

Wei Fei felt that Feng Xueshan really hit his heart: "That's right, anyway, I can't move when I go to junior high school. If I have time to go to the playground to hang the horizontal bar, can't I sit quietly and do two problems? "

Wei Yi cleaned up before he finished speaking: "But you are too lazy to go too far!"

The bean curd in Yuntai Temple is a bit old, and it is still a bit inferior to Fawang Temple, but the old bacon can be eaten here, but it is incomparable in Fawang Temple.

This place is not so much a temple as a farmhouse, and Zhou Zhi also saw chicken feathers pasted with chicken blood when chickens were slaughtered during the Chinese New Year, which is not unreasonable.

Old bacon is very delicious, pickles and pickled bamboo shoots are also very good, these two are the same as the fragrant gaiwan tea, brewed with mountain spring water, and the long-term cool and constant temperature behind the temple, there is an inherent advantage that cannot be found elsewhere Compare.

Douhua and rice can be added casually, and the cold rice soup is also very delicious. A delicious meal is made, and the average per capita is only [-] cents. Adding [-] yuan for a cup of flower tea, it is as cheap as grandma's house.

After dinner, the hostess set off with his friends to go down the mountain with his basket on his back. Zhou Zhi chatted with him, only to learn that he was going down the mountain to harvest brown rice.

Brown rice is the roe-shaped fruit produced by the palm tree after it blooms. It is edible like the tender core of the palm tree, but now it is estimated that no one eats it except for people in the mountains.

Going down the mountain is an open stone road, which is much easier to walk than when going up.

Wei Fei asked: "Why didn't we come up from here before? How easy is it to get here?"

This is a problem that can only be discovered by lazy people, and everyone can't help but smile.

"There is a reason for this." Zhou Zhi said with a smile, "Guess?"

Everyone shook their heads, expressing that they couldn't guess.

"Uncle must know." Wu Qiaomu said.

"Because Anle Mountain is in the west, the sun will reach the other side of the mountain after noon, and it will be shady from here in the afternoon." The uncle said kindly with a backpack on his broad shoulders: "So Jiachuan people like to play Anle Mountain. Come up on the small road and go down on the big road, firstly, you won’t be able to get the sun all the way; secondly, going up the mountain is easy and going down the mountain is difficult, so leave the good road for the downhill.”

"That's why," Zhou Zhi said with a smile, "What's this called? Pay attention to everything and learn."

After passing through the mountain gate, you will come to the cliff carvings. Along the mountain road, there are calligraphy relics left by the predecessors all the way.

There are still many Buddha statues, but their heads and hands have been knocked off, which is a pity.

The degree of weathering of the cliff carvings also made Zhou Zhi very worried. There was a place where the word "Leshan" was chiseled on the cliff at the entrance of the mountain. Far away? Now it’s near the word Le?”

"It collapsed again the year before last," said the uncle.

Zhou Zhi frowned.

There are many stone carvings in this area, including "The First Mountain" and "Wonderful Land" inscribed by Luo Wensi. According to legend, Huang Tingjian wrote "Huang Tingjian records that Hejiang Yin Baizong Yu and Huang Lu went straight to Liu Zhenren Mountain". "The Story of You'an Le Mountain", as well as another literati in Jiachuan, the poem and the word "Shaomin" inscribed by Zeng Yu, a Zhengde Jinshi in Ming Dynasty.

Zeng Yu used to be the magistrate of Jianchang, and he was very good friends with Yang Shen, another great literati at that time. Zeng Yu liked Minshan very much. I went to calligraphy and poetry, wrote an article, and after comparing Anle Mountain and Min Mountain, I changed the name of Anle Mountain to "Shaomin Mountain".

Later, people collected Zeng Yu's articles, and the three surviving volumes of "Mr. Shaomin's Collected Manuscripts" were also collected as rare Chinese books in the Harvard-Yenching Library of Harvard University.

Up to now, the local literary journal in Jiachuan edited and edited by the godfather is still called "Shaomin", which is influenced by this great scholar Zeng.

However, the word "Leshan" that is facing destruction now is the four characters of "Ancient Anleshan" inscribed by Luo Wensi inscribed by Xia Yugeng, the magistrate of Guangxu County in the Qing Dynasty.

The stone carvings were facing destruction, which made Zhou Zhi feel distressed, and if this development continues, this piece of precious cliff stone carvings may be lost.

(End of this chapter)