Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

Chapter 34 Hengshan Temple

The three climbed up the stairs arm in arm, lamenting the little episode just now, and soon reached the top of the mountain.

Hengshan Temple, built by Emperor Gaozu.

By mountains and rivers.

Canglan River winds and circles around the foot of the mountain.

The green pines and cypresses along the road go straight to the sky.

Climbing to the top of the mountain, the majestic ancient temple is full of fragrance.

The pious pilgrim held his breath, even if he spoke loudly, he felt disrespectful to the Buddha.

The little sister raised her head, stared at the corner of the Buddhist hall where the bell was ringing, and stretched out her hand to hold Wan Yan.

"Just smelling the incense makes people's hearts quiet."

The same is true for Wan Yan, standing here, he feels comfortable all over his body.

The sound of chanting came from a distance, and the sound of bells was distant.

There is an endless stream of pilgrims.

Everyone took incense candles and put them into the cauldron devoutly, watched the smoke curling up, and prayed for the deepest desire in their hearts.

The air in the ancient temple is quiet, and a big camphor tree needs two to surround it, with its luxuriant branches and leaves covering the sky and blocking out the sun, with only a corner of the sky exposed.

Under the shade of the trees, the breeze blows, sweeping away the dust for the pilgrims.

"Wan Yan, where are we going?"

"There is a monk in front, I will ask how to worship the ever-burning lamp."

The three followed the crowd to the main hall.

Buddhist hall.

Two young monks sat behind the long table, and many guests gathered at the table who wanted to offer the ever-burning lantern.

Wan Yan stood quietly behind the crowd, listening to the young monk's introduction to the pilgrims.

"Ten taels of silver, if you leave the name of the deceased, you can ask for an ever-burning lamp. Every other month, add one tael of incense money. There will be eminent monks chanting scriptures for the deceased in the morning and evening, praying for salvation."

When it was Wan Yan's turn, she took out 22 taels of silver from her purse and handed it to the young monk: "Please have an ever-burning lamp. This is the incense money for one year. It is inconvenient for me to go out. I will ask the master for this year."

The little monk took the silver and took a deep look at Wan Yan.

He had seen a rich girl before, but it was the first time he had seen such a guest who had added incense money for a year so quietly.

The little monk saluted: "Thank you for the benefactor, the benefactor, don't worry, my abbot Zhiyuan will definitely pray for the benefactor's old friend to be saved."

As he spoke, he handed over the pen and ink: "Female benefactor, please leave the name of the deceased here."

The summer sun shone into the Buddhist hall and projected onto the white paper.

When Wan Yan wrote the word "Xue An", she burst into tears.

Looking up, the Buddha overlooks all living beings, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

Walking out of the Buddhist hall, Wan Yan tried her best to look into the distance, the ever-burning lamp was on, and her heart seemed to have a belonging in this wandering and helpless world.

The little sister has been waiting in the corridor.

Seeing Wan Yan holding an amulet in his hand, he couldn't help asking: "What is this?"

Wan Yan smiled slightly: "The little monk saw that I had added a year's incense money all at once, and specially gave me a donation card. Starting at noon, two people can accompany me, just in time for us to taste the vegetarian meal."

The little sister happily crossed Wan Yan's arm: "Today is really great, the scenery along the way is beautiful, and I can also enjoy a free lunch."

"Yeah, no matter what it is, free is fragrant." Another little sister teased.

The three of them laughed heartily and planned to take a good look around Hengshan Temple before lunch.

The main hall stood majestically, and the sun gradually rose. The three of them turned to the shade of the main hall, feeling extremely cool.

"Oh, I don't want to move anymore, let's stay here." The little sister opened her arms, stretched her smile, and ran all the way to the fence.

At the foot of the mountain is the sparkling Canglan River. From this angle, it looks like a flying dragon.

The leaves are layered on top of each other, and the mountains are rolling.

"Wanyan, I want to stay here forever, and I don't want to go anywhere." The little sister couldn't help sighing, immersed in the beautiful scenery.

"Here? With the Qingdeng ancient temple, I feel too lonely. In Jiaofangsi, you still have us."

Wan Yan's words made the little sister's eyes sour.

"As long as your heart is pure, you can be as quiet as glass anywhere." Wan Yan looked into the distance with hopeful eyes.

A group of pilgrims broke into the place to see the scenery, and the three of them ended the conversation, and stood in different positions, looking into the distance.

"Have you heard? Niuzhuang has been haunted by ghosts recently, and many evil things have happened. Today, many people come to Hengshan Temple to pray for blessings."

The speaker was a woman wearing a headscarf, holding a bamboo basket in her hand, and said to the people next to her in a low voice, "Look at me, today I bought a lot of things that the master has enlightened to ward off evil spirits, to keep me safe."

When the thin and tall woman next to her heard it, her gossiping heart became aroused: "I've heard about it too, but it's about Niuzhuang, why are you panicking?"

"Me? Our Gaocun is so close to Niuzhuang, who said it will be fine? Forget it, believe it or not, anyway, I bought it."

The thin and tall woman smiled: "Look at you, how can you say that you are still excited? If you buy it, you will buy it. It's no big deal. Since you said so, I will buy it later."

"That's right, it's not expensive. A small axe, small scissors, and a small peach pit are only three pennies."

"Really? Then you go with me quickly, don't get lost if you go late."

The woman covered the bamboo basket and teased the thin and tall woman happily: "You, you are so soft to hear that the wind is the rain."

"Okay, I'm going to be soft, what else is there to hide in front of the old sister? By the way, what do you think is going on with Niuzhuang's evil sect?"

"I also heard that the well at the entrance of their village cries when it rains. How scary do you think? Also, in the empty house at the east end of the village, the wind blows whenever someone passes by. No one dares to leave now. way..."

Before the woman finished speaking, the tall and thin man rubbed his arms and interrupted her: "Hey, it's scary, stop talking, stop talking, look, I'm getting goosebumps."

The two of them walked around the back hall and walked towards the front hall. Along with the sound of the wind, Wanyan heard the last sentence: "This is not the most evil. I heard that a young man who had been dead for several years in Niuzhuang suddenly came out of the coffin. Out."

The tall and thin man staggered in fright, Wan Yan saw her walking close to the woman, getting closer and closer...

The little sister was also very frightened. There was no sunlight in the shade of the main hall, so the three of them held hands and walked quickly to the sunlight.

Wan Yan watched the two women off, and found that they were still discussing the strange things in Niuzhuang along the way.

"Wan Yan, why is what this aunt said so scary? Could it be true?"

Wan Yan didn't know either.

She suddenly thought, my lord, if you asked him the same question, how would he answer?

Wan Yan is sure, the lord must have a cold face, low pressure, and bright eyes: "Why do you believe what you hear? What about the evidence?"

"I don't think it's something we saw with our own eyes. Let's not spread rumors. It's something we saw with our own eyes. Do you believe it's all true?"

Wan Yan's calmness calmed down the two girls.

There was a bell ringing in the ancient temple.

It's time to give.

The little sister pulled away from the emotion just now and shook her head: "We are here to play and relax, don't let these messy things disturb your heart, let's go, go eat."

On the way, the three accidentally saw the couple in the gazebo on the way up the mountain.

They are walking down the hill.

The husband weighed his feet and trotted behind the woman holding an oil-paper umbrella.

The woman held her head up, turning her head and scolding from time to time, while the man was always submissive, not daring to show his air.

From this angle, a woman is half a head taller than a man, and her figure is even bigger than a man.

The little sister muttered; "Today I really gained knowledge."

"Me too." Wan Yan said in a daze.

(End of this chapter)