Take your sister to catch a ghost

Chapter 213 Ciyun Temple

When he saw the driver, he got up and greeted him, and the driver introduced me to him.

The old man smiled and looked very kind. If he was younger, he would be a very funny man.

After the introduction, he came over and held out his hand to me.

I looked at his hands. He was wearing a pair of black gloves. It would be rude to shake hands like this, but considering that he was an old man, I still deliberately lowered my hands.

This old man is very good at reading people, he could see what I was thinking at a glance, and said: "There is something wrong with my hand, I'm afraid it will be contagious to you, please don't take offense!"

I smiled and said it was okay, and then he turned his hand to Xiaoxi.

Xiaoxi froze for a moment, then slowly stretched out her hand.

When he held Xiaoxi's hand, his expression was startled suddenly, and then he immediately returned to the original state. Although the change of expression was very fast, it still escaped my eyes every time.

He was very measured, he just gave me a little hand, and then let go of it.

"Are you two going to worship Bodhisattva?"

"Well, go and ask the Bodhisattva to bless you with fewer illnesses and disasters."

"That's just right. I'm worried about not having a partner. I wonder if the two of you can take my old bones with you?" The old man spoke very humbly, which made people listen very comfortably. a feeling of.

"Okay, it's nice to have a companion."

The driver probably didn’t want the old man to stay at their house anymore, so when the old man said he was going with us, he said from the side: “I don’t feel at ease when the old man goes alone. It’s better to go with two young people.” !"

The old man smiled and turned around to thank the driver with a very sincere tone.

……

After the driver pointed out the way to the temple for me, we drove there on foot.

No wonder the car didn't continue to go up. The roads here are all small roads. Let alone pickup trucks, even motorcycles dare not come here.

"Big brother, did you also go to seek the blessing of the Bodhisattva?"

The old man smiled: "I've lived for such a long time, what kind of blessings are there? Just go and see."

I oh.

The old man said that his name was Chen Yuming, and he was from the next county. He didn't come here to go to the temple, but took another road from here to see an old friend of his.

"Where does it take such a long detour?"

He said that his old friend lived in a deep mountain, and there used to be a road to his old friend's place, but that road had not been used for a long time, and it had collapsed, so he detoured to this road, and he could get there after crossing these mountains. His old friend's house.

"That old friend of yours doesn't go out?" I thought to myself, even the road collapsed, so wouldn't that person come out?
"He likes to be quiet and usually doesn't come out. We haven't seen each other for more than [-] years. We want to meet once before we die," said the old man.

I smiled after hearing this. When people get old, they will care about these feelings very much. No amount of trouble can stop them.

It doesn't look like a long way, but it doesn't take much effort to walk.

I was out of breath after walking, but the old man was still striding forward, showing no signs of fatigue at all. He looked back at us, and then deliberately showed his tired appearance, saying: "I'm old, I can't walk anymore. , why don't you take a break!"

I couldn't wish for it. When I was resting on a stone by the roadside, I said, "Your physical strength is really good!"

He chuckled: "When I was young, I walked a lot of roads, but now it's nothing. You young people are all popular in cars now, and your health is getting worse and worse. This can't be done!"

In this season, it gets dark very late, and it's already past six o'clock when we reach the top of the mountain, but the sky is still bright.

There is a temple not far in front. After visual inspection, it is tens of thousands of square meters, about 200 meters long and more than 100 meters wide, which is relatively large!
The walls of the temple are covered with yellow paint, and there are rows of large characters written in them, and there is a huge plaque on the main gate with the words "Ciyun Temple" written on it.

I took a look at the temple, and then looked back at the road I had walked before. I can see the whole mountain. The mountain is exactly like a complete rooster, which is very vivid.

The place where we are is already the top of the mountain, and there is a large flat land on the top of the mountain. Except for the temple, there are no other buildings.

The old man's attention was not on the temple, but on the rolling hills behind the temple.

"Too bad, I haven't been here before, so I don't know how many mountains I have to cross to get to his house." The old man looked at the rolling hillside and said sadly.

"It's getting dark, so don't hurry, let's go to the temple to rest for a night!" I said.

"It has to be like this!" the old man said, looking at the temple.

Looking at the temple from a distance, you can't feel its size. Only when you walk in can you realize how big it is.

There are not many people in the temple. It seems that after NO.15, there are really not many people here.

The gate was not closed, so we walked in directly, thinking that there would be many nuns or monks inside, but after walking for a while, we didn't see a single person.

The entire temple was quiet. While we were looking around, there was a sudden burst of shocking chanting and knocking on the wooden fish in the Daxiong Hall in front of us.

When I walked in, it turned out that those monks were sitting in the Daxiong Hall and chanting sutras.

It sounds very good to have so many people chanting scriptures together.

The three of us stopped and watched outside for a while, and there were some monks inside, the monk who looked like presiding over was right in front, and the others were all young monks.

This hall is very majestic. In my memory, only the court hall in the TV series can compare with it.

Right above the main hall is a golden Tathagata Buddha statue, and on both sides are the three major Bodhisattvas and eighteen Arhats. I don't know the other Buddha statues.

I searched, but couldn't find the bodhisattva in the flesh.

The monks should not disturb them when they are chanting. We all understand this truth, so we waited outside. They chanted for a long time, a full one or two hours.

We sat at the entrance of the main hall and listened to their chanting. Even after waiting for two hours, we didn't feel upset, but felt a lot calmer!

It seems that Buddhism can be so popular in China, not without reason.

It was finally dark outside, and their chanting finally stopped. I checked the time, and it was already past eight o'clock!
The monks left the Daxiong Palace one after another, and each returned to their dormitory. The old monk came out last, and when he saw the three of us, he put his hands together and bent slightly.

The old man also put his hands together, bent a waist, I followed suit, Xiaoxi was a little stiff, and made a gesture like a gourd!
"The three benefactors have been waiting for a long time!" said the monk.

This monk's face is full of traces of time, he looks older than this old man named Chen Yuming, and his previous unruly and arrogance are still written in his brows, but what is revealed in his expression is another disillusionment steady.

"Long time no see!" The old man said with a smile.

I glanced at him, had they met before?

The old monk smiled and responded, "Long time no see!"

"You two know each other?" I asked.

The old man looked at me and said, "Master is an old friend of mine. I hurriedly said goodbye to Dalawn. I didn't expect that it has been decades since we met again."

I groaned, feeling somewhere that this old man must be someone with a story.

The old man introduced the two of us to the host of the temple and explained our purpose of coming.

The host listened, and smiled: "The three realms are only mind, all dharmas are only consciousness, and all appearances are illusory. There is no so-called bodhisattva in the world."

I nodded: "At least there is psychological comfort, isn't it?"

The presiding monk smiled: "It's true. The two benefactors must be extremely tired after a long journey. It's better to go to the wing room to rest. I will ask my disciples to take you to see the female Bodhisattva tomorrow."

Originally, he was going to ask him about Chishi Mountain, but judging by his appearance, he couldn't wait to catch up with the old man.

I'm sorry to disturb their joy of reunion after a long absence, so I can only retreat first.

The little monk took us to two rooms, one for Xiaoxi and one for me, and said let's wait for a while, and the food will be delivered later.

I was speechless, although the temple was deserted, but the treatment was excellent.

In the temple, it is naturally not good to share a room with Xiaoxi, so we can only live separately.

(End of this chapter)