The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 80

And along the way, the clothes on my third uncle and I were scratched by the branches.

The third uncle felt sorry for his suit, saying it was his most expensive piece of clothing.As I walked, I wondered if we were going the wrong way.Even if you went right, there is not even a way down the mountain. Could it be that the people in the ancient temple are isolated from the world?
But doubts are doubts, we still have to keep climbing.

After climbing for more than three hours, I reckoned that I should almost reach the top of the mountain.Suddenly, a gentle slope appeared not far ahead.Under the gentle slope, there is also a path and steps stepped on by people.

The third uncle pointed to the path and said, "Yes, there are people here. The ancient temple should be not far away."

We walked up the gentle slope along that path, and heard the sound of gurgling water again. Watching carefully, we saw a crystal clear stream flowing down the mountain next to it.

Here there is no hustle and bustle of the city, no noise like that of Qianshan, and no roar of machine workshops. There are only melodious birdsong and the melodious sound of spring water.Taking a breath, I feel that the internal organs have been cleaned, and they are extremely transparent.

My third uncle and I are very excited. This place can be regarded as a paradise. Living here will definitely prolong your life.

We stepped on that path, turned around a small depression, and an ancient temple really appeared in front of us.

On the top of the mountain with deep mist, an ancient temple is hidden under several vigorous pine and cypress trees, which looks antique and solemn.Surrounded by towering old trees and dense pines and cypresses.The scale of the temple is small, if you don't hear the occasional sound of the bell, it is difficult to find this ancient temple.

My third uncle and I looked at each other, and at the same time quickened our pace, and came to the front of the gate of this ancient temple.

When we got closer, we found that the temple was solemn, but it was already very dilapidated.The red paint on the mountain gate and the outer wall has completely peeled off, and part of the courtyard wall has also collapsed.

Sure enough, as the third uncle inquired, the incense here is not prosperous, and there are no pilgrims to burn incense.

There is a plaque hanging on the top of the mountain gate, which also looks dilapidated, but the handwriting is faintly visible.

The plaque reads: Repentance Temple.

Repentance Temple?
Maybe I'm ignorant, I've never heard of a temple with this name, and I don't know what kind of Buddha is enshrined here.

The third uncle looked at the name of the monastery, suddenly smiled, and said, "Yangzi, it seems that we have come to the right place."

I also understood a bit, nodded and said: "You mean, this temple is the place where the wooden man Yang used to repent?"

Uncle San said it should be like this.

The mountain gate of the monastery was closed tightly, and there was the sound of the bell ringing inside, there should be someone there.

"Since we're here, let's find someone directly." As I approached the courtyard door, I wanted to knock on it.The third uncle stopped me suddenly, and I gave him a puzzled look.

The third uncle waved his hand, dusted the clothes on his body, and tidied up briefly.Only then did I understand what Uncle San meant. We are almost like two savages now, our clothes were scraped by the branches, and we were all disheveled.This kind of disheveled image is indeed not convenient for entering this kind of practice place.

But tidying up can only be simple tidying up, and we have no condition to change clothes.After tidying up briefly, he stepped forward and knocked on the mountain gate.

The crisp knock on the door was very clear in the empty space. Although the sound was not loud, it could be heard far away.

Not long after, the corner door next to the mountain gate creaked open, and a middle-aged monk in a gray robe poked his head out to look outside. He was stunned when he saw my third uncle and me.

We hurried over and slapped the monk.

The third uncle cut to the chase and asked directly, "Amitabha. Dare I ask Master, is there a man named Yang Xuzhi, or the wooden man Yang, in this monastery?"

After the third uncle finished speaking, I shook my head secretly.Yang Xuzhi should have escaped into Buddhism a long time ago. This wooden man Yang or Yang Xuzhi is the name of a layman.How could this monk know these two titles at his age?It's a pity that we don't know the legal name of the wooden man Yang, which is really hard to express.

Who knew that I was still worrying too much, after the monk heard the name of the wooden man Yang, he looked us up and down, opened the corner door, and said, "You two benefactors, you are here, please come in."

From what the monk said, he seemed to have known that we were coming, which was beyond our expectation.

My third uncle and I looked at each other again, then followed the monk into the mountain gate.

The monk didn't say much anymore, he just gestured for us to follow him.

The third uncle had nothing to say, and asked, "What's the name of the master? In fact, poor Taoists are also practitioners, and we don't separate monks and Taoists."

The monk remained calm, as if he didn't want to say more, he just replied: "Little monk Fachan."

The third uncle did not give up, and continued to ask: "Master Fachan, how many monks are there in your monastery... Are you taking us to see the wooden man Yang?"

Unexpectedly, the third uncle asked again, and the monk Fachan stopped talking.

After we walked into the courtyard gate, we found that the courtyard of this temple was very small. There were a few bodhi trees in the courtyard, which looked huge, with intertwined roots and bark covered with groove marks. It looked like a few ancient trees, some age.

Except for this monk Fachan, we never saw other monks.I don't know where he is taking us.

It was already dark at this time, and it took us all afternoon to climb here.When it got dark, even though I was in a monastery, it made my heart feel empty.

Soon we passed through two temples and came to the backyard of the temple.

The backyard seems to be separated from the front hall, and there is an iron gate in the middle.Monk Fachan took off a lantern from the iron gate, carried the lantern and led us to continue walking back.

By the moonlight, I saw that there are many vegetable fields in the backyard. The people in this monastery are really self-sufficient.

Entering the backyard, I saw huge rocks standing in front of me.It seems that the Huijie Temple is built on the mountain, with the green hills as its back.

Fachan led us all the way to the bottom of the rock, and finally stopped.

At this time, I found that there was a dark hole on the rock, and Fachan was standing in front of the hole.

Fachan bowed towards the entrance of the cave and said, "Patriarch, the man is here."

After standing still for a while, he first said to the inside: "Yes."

Then he said to us: "Two benefactors, Patriarch invites you in."

I was taken aback and glanced at my third uncle, who shook his head at me.

My third uncle and I didn't hear anything just now, who is this monk talking to?Isn't this absurd?
The third uncle asked: "Master Fachan, what is this place? Is the patriarch you are talking about a wooden man Yang?"

Fachan said: "This is the place where the Patriarch retreated. Please go in as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)