Records of the Lost Cases of Helaitang in the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 135 The Little Monk

At the end of the old street, you can see the green and green Yuanshan Mountain winding away. The waiter pointed to the stone path up the mountain and said: "A few guests walked more than a hundred paces. The small temple halfway up the hillside is Guanyin Temple."

Zhuge Xian thought carefully and said with a smile: "Brother, just bring us here. Nothing happens. Let's take a look at the scenery."

If one less person knows the whereabouts of the Diamond Sutra, a little trouble will be avoided.

The three of them climbed up the steps, and the gentle evening breeze blew through the tea trees on both sides of the mountain road. In a few days, spring will come.

Oh, spring, plum blossoms and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, melancholy and old joy are like dreams.

Under the setting sun, a mountain gate made of bamboo fence appeared in front of me. On the forehead of the gate was the name Guanyin Temple. The three ink characters were simple and majestic. It was obvious that it was an ancient temple.

Across the mountain gate, there is the Guanyin Hall with three single eaves on the top of the mountain. Two juniper trees were planted in front of the hall. In addition, there are only two earthen houses next to the hall, which are probably monks' rooms. This Guanyin Temple is a small temple.

There was a little novice monk of seven or eight years old, holding a scroll in his hand, sitting under the eaves and reading. He looked up and saw an outsider coming in, and stood up to greet him.

Wang Cai asked: "Little monk, is Monk Zhiyi in the temple?"

The young novice monk's eyes were clear and he smiled and said: "Master went to collect medicine, but I don't know where it is in the depths of the clouds."

Zhuge Xian took out a sling of money and said, "We heard that Monk Zhiyi is a true cultivator and will come to your Guanyin Hall to buy a stick of incense."

The little novice monk clasped his hands together, turned around and entered the Guanyin Hall, took out nine Buddhist incense sticks, respectfully pushed Zhuge Xian's hanging coin back, and said: "Three sticks of precepts calm wisdom, money arouses ordinary minds."

This Guanyin Temple was very simple, and there was not even a copper incense burner in the courtyard. The three of them looked around and found only a large tile altar to hold incense, so each of them sincerely put in three incense sticks and prayed silently.

Seeing that the three pilgrims did not leave after offering incense, the young novice brought three bamboo stools and placed them under the juniper cypress and asked the donor to take a seat.

Wang Hengzi entered the Guanyin Temple and saw the young monk, who looked upright and upright. He felt that he looked familiar. He couldn't remember why for a while. When he saw the young monk sitting reading a book, he walked up and looked at it. Looking at the title page, it turned out to be a commercially available elementary school reading book "Poems of a Thousand Families". It seemed that this young monk loved reading poetry.

"Little monk, what's your name?" Wang Heng asked warmly.

"The young monk's name is Buqi, and he lives in Baiheli." The young monk Buqi was still reciting half-written verses.

Zhuge Xian explained to everyone that the innkeeper once said that this area of ​​Yuanshan was formerly called Baiheli.

In the white crane, Wang Heng's heart trembled, and he stared at the young monk blankly.

At this moment, there was a creaking sound from the bamboo fence. The little monk Buqi jumped up and ran to the door and shouted: "Aunt Changsheng, Aunt Changsheng."

A middle-aged woman in cloth clothes and skirt walked through the mountain gate. She had a plain face and a leisurely demeanor. She was holding a bamboo basket in her hand. When she saw the young monk coming out, she smiled and held his hand.

When Wang Heng saw this woman's face, he was so surprised that he couldn't say a word for a long time.This woman is very similar to the so-called Miss Yaoguang he saw in Langhuan Paradise of Xianyun Tower.

Wang Cai looked at the seventh brother's expression of surprise that could not be concealed, and looked up and down, but he really couldn't see any reason.

The young monk Bu Qi walked to the three of them, clasped his hands and said, "Donor, please sit down under Bai, while the young monk eats his meal."

I thought that the woman had the little monk's dinner in her bamboo basket.

After that, the young monk chatted and laughed with the middle-aged woman and walked towards the monk's room. He only heard the immortal aunt ask him: "Buy, which song did you read today?"

The little monk Buqi said: "Aunt Changsheng is from Wei Suzhou's "Autumn Night to Qiu Yuanwai". Huaijun belongs to the autumn night. Walking and chanting the cool sky, the pine nuts are falling in the sky, and the ghost is still awake. This sentence "empty mountain" " "Falling" the young monk seemed to have a taste of it. In autumn, in our Guanyin Temple, it is not just quiet but moving, you can hear the leaves falling. "

Aunt Changsheng said with a smile: "Lu Pingyuan said, "Observe the past and present in a moment, caress the world in a moment. In this poem, we see both the person who is carrying the person and the person who is being carried. They meet each other thousands of miles away, just like meeting each other. ""

One big and one small held hands, talked about poetry, and entered the monk's room.

Wang Cai glanced at Wang Heng and couldn't help but said: "Seventh brother, you are..."

Wang Heng shook his head, sighed softly, and said, "It's nothing. Let's not forget why we came."

The young monk's meal was used up very quickly, and soon the woman came down the mountain with the empty basket. The young monk walked outside the mountain gate and said reluctantly: "Auntie will send some walnut and pine nut cakes tomorrow morning, otherwise the master will decide He wants me to eat vegetable dumplings with him."

The woman lovingly cleaned up the blue hair on the young monk's body and said, "When you get back to the mountain house, ask Qiu Gu to steam the cake for you. I will definitely deliver it to you early tomorrow morning."

The woman walked a few steps and looked back. She did not abandon the young monk until she could no longer see him, then returned to the temple.

The remaining clouds in the western sky are about to dissipate, and it is already getting late.

Wang Heng took out the "Diamond Sutra" from the baggage he carried with him, presented it to Bu Qi with both hands, and said: "Little monk Bu Qi, here is a volume of the Diamond Sutra, which is an authentic work by a famous figure from the previous dynasty, written by a man named Huang Yongning. If the donor donated it to Guanyin Temple, please wait until Master Zhiyi returns to the temple and hand it over to him."

The little monk Buqi bowed respectfully and recited the Buddha's name: "Dandaramit, the ultimate perfection."

Wang Heng cupped his hands and pulled Xiaocai and Zhuge Xian down the mountain.

It was already dark, and Wang Heng was thinking that the story of Dongting Xishan ended here. A story with an ending would seem poor. The more he pondered about this story without an ending, the more terrifying it became. He no longer wanted to be involved in it. Among them.

The rising sun will still rise tomorrow, and light and warmth will still shine on the world.

(End of this chapter)