Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 415 The Murderous Old Monk

"...As for me, the fat Taoist priest over there is dedicated to cultivating the moon in the sky. What do you think the moon looks like at this time?"

"Crescent, mother said that a big piece was eaten by the dog and walked away. It will take a long time for the moon to grow round again."

The bonfire swayed slightly in the wind, making a subtle 'crackling' sound.

The little girl looking at the moonlight seemed to have regained the innocence and romance of the past from the restlessness and hesitation. She opened her mouth suddenly, nodded her little finger on the crescent moon in the sky, and then looked at Chen Yuan next to her.

"Oh...Xiao Ju knows, the moon can become round again, it must be repaired by the master and the Taoist priest over there."

The innocent words made the surrounding villagers burst into laughter, and even the woman who panicked just now smiled a little. They knew in their hearts that this gentleman-like middle-aged man used methods to ease everyone's mood, so naturally they wouldn't take it seriously.

"The repairing of the moon is not the work of me and the fat Taoist priest. There are many people who are going to repair the moon like us, otherwise they will be too busy. The dog was too greedy that day, so he would come to take a bite if he had nothing to do. .”

Chen Yuan smiled and touched the little girl's head, looking at the child behind the treetops, she felt a warmth from the top of her head to her heart, and the cold spring at night did not feel cold anymore.

The little girl blinked her eyes, and squatted in front of Chen Yuan with her bare feet, "Then how did the master and the priest repair the moon? Can I do it too?"

"Okay, like this."

Chen Yuan rolled her cuffs, and suddenly raised her hand, and pinched the crescent moon behind the treetop with her index finger and thumb in the eyes of everyone. The next moment, everyone present felt dazzled, seeing that the teacher actually picked off the crescent moon. down.

Look at the treetops again, where is the moon.

The surrounding people suddenly stood up in shock, and even the old man with a dull expression opened his mouth, unable to close his mouth in shock.

"What's going on... have you seen it?"

"Look... see..."

"This gentleman plucked the moon down."

"Ouch... um... have we met a god?"

In the words that were trembling with excitement, the little girl didn't seem to notice the horror of the adults. She put her hands in a lotus shape and looked curiously at the crescent moon in Chen Yuan's hand that was shining brightly with her chin propped up.

"Xiaoju, watch how I repaired the moon."

With a gentle voice, Chen Yuan gently stroked the vacant part of the crescent with her fingertips, and then pulled, pulling the other half out of the crescent little by little, forming a circle.

"Stretch out your hand."

Hearing what the husband said, the little girl obediently held up her hands and went over. The round moon fell on her palm, which was so cold and indescribably comfortable.

"I hold the moon in the palm of my hand."

The little girl cried out in surprise, and turned to look at the woman behind: "Mother, look."

The heart of an adult is naturally different from that of a child. Seeing the shining full moon, he was horrified, and anxiously asked the little girl to return the moon to Chen Yuan.

"Sir, the little girl is not sensible, you..."

"Haha, it's just a trick." Chen Yuan interrupted her, and said, she stepped forward and flicked the little girl's hand, the shining light disappeared immediately, and the full moon was just a round stone.

Everyone subconsciously looked at the sky again, the crescent moon was still hanging in the night sky.

"Craftsman walks in the world, and there is no such thing as a unique skill of eating with one or two hands, which makes everyone laugh." Chen Yuan raised her sleeves and arched, "It's getting late, I'll rest first, and I have to hurry tomorrow morning."

"That's right, sir and Taoist priest, let's go to that thatched hut, it was just built today, and I haven't slept with anyone yet."

The villagers around were relieved when they heard that they couldn't do tricks, but they couldn't get enough of what they did just now, until Chen Yuan and the fat Taoist went to sleep in the hut, they were still excited about picking the moon, and they didn't fall asleep until late at night.

But the next morning, before dawn, everyone found that the three people resting in the thatched hut yesterday had disappeared, and the ox cart and the tall old ox also disappeared.

Asking the villagers who were on duty yesterday, no one knew when they left.

The people who gathered here were amazed.

……

At this time, Chen Yuan, whom they were talking about, was sitting in an ox cart at dawn. The undulating mountains along the way, and the villages and villages with smoke lingering in the green forests and fields, are different from the prosperous Luoyang or the south of the Yangtze River. view.

On the afternoon of the third day, the sun was just slanting towards the clouds. Chen Yuan and the fat Taoist sat on the bullock cart, looking at the rolling mountains like a Buddha lying on their backs, listening to the distant bells echoing in the mountain mist.

It was Chen Yuan's first time here, but Sun Zhengde was familiar with it, and he knew exactly where Lao Niu was going.

boom~~
As if knowing that Chen Yuan and the others were coming, a Zhike bell sounded suddenly. The bell sounded thick and powerful, loud and long, and lingered for a long time before reverberating over the mountains.

Chen Yuan looked at the towering Buddha Mountain, smiled, and arched her hands to worship the temple in the mountain.

Afterwards, the ox cart was left in the market at the foot of the mountain, and the fat Taoist led the way, while Chen Yuan and Xiao Daotong followed behind, winding up the stone steps with moss and fallen leaves.

On the green brick path in the mountains and forests, with the warming up in early spring, there are already melodious birdsong singing in the nearby branches, and occasionally there are a few apes singing in the distance.

"Dongjia, in the deep stream below the iron chain, there are tens of thousands of large and small Buddhist caves on it, and the name of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple comes from this."

When crossing the chain bridge connecting the cliff on the opposite side, Sun Zhengde pointed to the misty cliff below. There are countless potholes on it. There are Buddha statues carved in it. Some of them have been covered with moss for a long time, and the facial features can still be seen.

"Then did the temple get its name from the cave, or did the cave get its name from the temple?"

Chen Yuan's rhetorical question stopped Sun Zhengde from asking. When he first came here, he only heard mentions from literati who visited here.

"Boss, you should ask Monk Zhenhai when the time comes. But let me tell you first, he has a violent temper these years, and his brother has really hit the mark, and he is very murderous."

With nagging instructions, the three of them had walked past the lush old pine trees on both sides, and came to the Buddhist temple where the incense was wafting. There was already a monk waiting for a long time at the gate of the mountain. When they saw Chen Yuan, they stepped forward and bowed their heads.

"But Master Chen?"

Chen Yuan nodded: "Exactly."

"Please come with the three little monks, Master Zhenhai is already waiting in the Arhat Hall." The Zhike monk turned around and walked to the front to lead the way. Chen Yuan and the fat Taoist exchanged glances and followed closely.

Seeing her old friend, Chen Yuan was in a good mood. Along the way, she looked at this temple that she had never had the chance to visit from time to time. Compared with the Lingyun Temple that she had been to before, this place is even more magnificent.

The mountain gates and temples are majestic, with painted railings and lattices, Buddhist pillars in Phnom Penh, giant rock carvings inside and outside the mountain gates, the majestic and steep Tianwang Hall, and long rows of wind chimes hanging from the four eaves. You can see pilgrims and monks in gray and simple robes holding Buddha's palms.

The Zhike monk walked in front, turned his head occasionally, folded his hands and bowed, leading the scholars behind him to go around to the backyard of the temple.

"Three, please this way."

Chen Yuan said 'OK', looked at the halls of Heavenly King and Daxiong in front of him, followed the Zhike monk in front and continued to go around to one side of the courtyard. When he arrived here, the monk leading the way obviously slowed down and looked cautious.

"My Buddha is merciful!"

A sound of the Buddha's horn came from the Arhat Hall in front, and the closed doors were pushed open with a bang, a gust of wind hit the face, and the little Taoist boy and the Zhike monk wobbled unsteadily, and Chen Yuan stretched out his hand to hold down the back of the head before they stood firm. The fat Taoist also caught the little monk.

"Chen Daoyou, long time no see."

Among the four open doors, under the golden statue of Arhat, a thin figure sitting cross-legged on a futon fiddled with Buddhist beads.

The beads stopped.

The old monk on the futon slowly got up and turned around, his beard was pale and his eyes were like lightning.

The angry-eyed King Kong in this temple is like a king.

(End of this chapter)