Fu Canglu

Chapter 2 Morning Drum and Evening Bell, Qinglian Lihua

In the early morning, the sun first shines, and the echo of the morning drum comes from the distant land.

Pear blossoms danced under the Darong Temple, and three carriages parked in front of the gate.

A young man in sable fur with brocade hat came down, although it was early spring, the chill had gone seven or eight minutes, he was still wrapped in a white velvet red coat, his small face was white and red, and his eyes were slightly perplexed; Speaking, one is holding a weed in his mouth.

The boy shrank subconsciously, wrapped his coat tighter, and murmured.

"It is said in the book that the morning bells and evening drums in Buddhist temples, why is it just the other way around here?"

Duan Mingsheng smiled, and explained to the little prince, "The abbot who set up this rule was Master Qinglian 100 years ago."

The little prince said oh, he has read a lot of books since he was a child, and he is so talented that others can understand everything.Master Qinglian's transcendence into holiness, naturally left a mark in the history books.To say that this person has no demeanor of a holy monk is to be fallacious. He discussed the cycle of life and death three times with the Taoist leader 100 years ago, and the Taoist ancestor was so angry that he dropped the plaque in front of the Taoist temple.

Before entering the temple, the little prince looked at the couplets beside the temple.

Drums in the morning and bells in the evening wake up the famous and wealthy people in the world,
The sound of the Buddha's call calls back the lost people in the sea of ​​suffering.

The words are round and round, and although they don't have the charm of a three-point iron pen and silver hook, they express a very pure taste of Buddhism.

"What a big banyan temple." The little prince tightened the white velvet around his neck, stared at the couplet for a while, then carefully recollected the sound of the drum, gave a praise with a smile, and then entered the temple.

Although it was early in the morning, it was the time when there were many pilgrims burning, and the little monk in the temple was very busy.

Incense was smoldering in the Darong Temple, but it was very quiet. His Royal Highness the little prince entered the temple without any pomp and circumstance. Others saw that it was only a son of a dignitary entering the temple to ask for a lottery, so they didn't think much about it.

The two hat-hatted guests never left each other, and the little prince strolled in the courtyard all the way.

Go to where the pear blossoms go.

"Stop."

A slightly immature voice called to His Highness the little prince, and a young monk with innocent eyebrows and eyes saluted respectfully.

The little prince's footsteps stopped abruptly, with half of his foot hanging in the air.

The little monk leaned down and held up the crawling little spider with a low eyebrow.

"The book says that Buddhism is great." The little prince made sure that there was nothing else under his feet, retracted his feet, and asked amusedly, "Then let me ask you, is there only you in Buddhism, or are they all taro?"

The little monk was embarrassed and said nothing, just let the spider go carefully, and explained embarrassingly, "Little benefactor, this spider is very hungry. It has not eaten for three days. It has finally escaped from the net. Now it is about to move its nest. The benefactor trampled to death with one foot, it is really desolate."

The little prince raised his eyebrows, "Small bald head, how do you know that it hasn't eaten for three days? Could it be that chanting Buddha is boring enough to stare at spiders every day?"

Duan Mingsheng, the hat hatter, couldn't help laughing. This little prince has never been out of the palace. He originally thought that reading books all day was a refined personality, but he never thought that his sentence would have a lingering aura.

The little monk clasped his hands together, hugged the broom and gave a salute, "Little benefactor, I'm not a bald man with small characters, Master gave me the name Qingshi."

The little prince Xiao Yi sneered, followed Qingshi's fingers and looked over, an old monk was sitting cross-legged under the big banyan tree.

There is a big banyan tree under the Darong Temple. The banyan tree is as thick as dozens of people surrounded by people. There are countless green bags and sachets hanging from the trunk.There are wishes from tourists from all over the world, and Buddhist warning verses.

The old monk was sitting under the banyan tree, holding a copper bowl in his hand, with his eyes closed, but he was facing the young monk and the little prince with a smile.

He waved lightly with one hand, and summoned the little prince and his stupid apprentice.

Muttering words in his mouth, "On the first day of Yangguan in 16 years, the [-]-storey pagoda was Pudu."

"Good fate."

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The imperial capital of Qi and Liang, Lanling City.

The palace of His Majesty Qiliang is extremely magnificent, and there is a castle in the sky in Lanling City.

The suspended pavilion is full of greenery on the top, and there is a young scholar looking down at the city from the top of the pavilion.

A young scribe in white clothes and black scarf, with a black feather fan in one hand and black and white chess pieces in the other.In front of him is a chessboard with nineteen ravines.

The chessboard is black and white, just like the flames of a beacon rolling over the black jade surface, the young scribe silently dropped the black stones, and then picked up the white stones again, just as he was hesitating, the pavilion trembled slightly.

The chess baskets on both sides of the Moyu chessboard were accidentally overturned, and black and white were confused, making a mess.

The middle-aged man who was climbing to the top of the pavilion happened to catch a glimpse of this scene.

"National teacher, why not?" The middle-aged man saw that the young scribe was silent, so he spoke in a low voice.

"Heaven and man have eight phases, and those who get one of them can rise to the top. The little prince was born with dual phases, and his fate is beyond the scope of deduction by the way of a strange person." Yuan Tiangang, who was born in his first year and looked like a teenager, shook his head. Don't look at the messy black jade chessboard.

"The hexagram of the little prince does not belong to the 64 hexagram characters, so the name contains the word Yi, which is to take the sum of the 64 hexagrams and find one to make it easier." Yuan Tiangang murmured to himself, "This trip will change your fate against the sky. Although it is not easy, His Majesty does not need to worry too much."

"Qi River is in trouble, we should cross it." Yuan Tiangang smiled and shook his feather fan, "Signed the agreement on Qi River, and there is that escort, if His Majesty is still worried, you can let the old blind man make an exception again , will surely keep the little prince safe."

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Speaking of the time when the closed-eyed old monk waved his hand, Xiao Yi seemed to hear the faint voice of Buddha spinning from the sky.

"Where are you from?"

"Where are you going?"

In a daze, he had already arrived in front of the old monk.

The old monk was dressed in a yellowed cassock, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and he spoke slowly.

"What are you looking for?"

Almost subconsciously, His Royal Highness the little prince said slightly startled, "I'm here to find pear blossoms."

As soon as the words fell, time seemed to stand still.

The old monk smiled slightly, and pointed his free hand between the eyebrows of His Royal Highness the little prince.

At that moment, the two hatters wanted to obstruct them, but found that they couldn't move at all.

With one finger down, a pale pear blossom appeared between the eyebrows of His Highness the Little Prince.

The old monk slowly opened his eyes and looked at the little prince.

"I know what the little benefactor is really looking for. It's not pear blossoms, but"

"Longevity!"

Those eyes contained too much, all-encompassing, like a vast starry sky, endlessly mysterious, endlessly inconceivable, although it was just a glance, it made people's mind roar.

The young prince hurriedly looked away, not daring to continue watching, and bowed deeply, admiring him sincerely, "Master is really an eminent monk."

The old monk smiled, "Your Highness wants to find longevity, but I can't give it to you; but I can give His Highness another thing. I hope to form a good relationship and let my ineffective apprentice enter this pagoda to see it."

Speaking of handing over the copper bowl, the little prince involuntarily took it.

There is a clear water in the bowl, and there is a blue lotus planted in it.

Accompanied by the old monk's diminishing laughter, "I will give you a green lotus, little prince."

(End of this chapter)