Maoshan ghost hunter

"Well, actually...not once."

Xiaoyu looked at him in surprise, "Really?" Then he burst out laughing.

This laughter made Ye Shaoyang feel a little embarrassed, he rolled her eyes and said, "What about you?"

"No, I don't like ordinary boys. They are too handsome, unreliable, insecure, like you, they are nice..."

Looking down, under the moonlight, Ye Shaoyang's face was dark, and he stared at himself with wide eyes.

"what happened?"

"I hurt my self-esteem, I won't talk to you anymore." Ye Shaoyang said angrily.

Xiao Yu chuckled: "I'm just kidding. You're actually not bad."

Then he turned his back to the bed and sighed: "It's easy to find a priceless treasure, but it's rare to have a lover. A good man is hard to find..."

Suddenly a black shadow blocked the moonlight outside the window, and when he opened his eyes, it was Ye Shaoyang who stood up and walked towards him.

Dazed for a moment, Xiaoyu hurriedly pulled the quilt over her slightly exposed body. Ye Shaoyang had already bent down and grabbed her wrist.

"Little Uncle, what are you doing!" Xiao Yu called out in fright.

"What was the poem you just read...?"

"What, what's the matter!" Xiaoyu's brain was a little bit overwhelmed for a while. "Yu Xuanji's poem!"

Ye Shaoyang's heart sank, "How do you know Yu Xuanji?"

"What's the matter. Yu Xuanji is a famous talented woman. I like ancient poems. It's normal to read her poems. My favorites are Li Qingzhao and Yu Xuanji."

My favorite is Yu Xuanji...

Ye Shaoyang was stunned.

"Little uncle, what's wrong with you, you look like this... I'm a little scared."

"It's nothing." Ye Shaoyang let go of her wrist, found an excuse to perfunctory, and lay down again.

Xiaoyu also lay down again, and sighed: "Yu Xuanji's life is colorful and tragic. It is easy to find priceless treasures, but it is rare to have a lover... Sometimes I think, how rich and sad experiences a woman has. To express such emotion?

If I were Yu Xuanji, I would definitely not be a talented woman. I would rather remain unknown, find a reliable man, and live my whole life... Little uncle, do you think it is better to be vigorous or mediocre? "

Ye Shaoyang didn't answer her, every word she said before was lingering in Ye Shaoyang's ears.

Only then did he understand what it means to be predestined in the dark, that even reincarnation cannot separate the mysterious connection between Xiaoyu and Yu Xuanji.

All night.

Ye Shaoyang woke up as soon as the day dawned, and when he turned his head to look, Xiaoyu was lying on the quilt in an exaggerated posture, and the pajamas on his upper body were lifted to his chest for some reason...

Ye Shaoyang shook his head helplessly, walked over, pulled out the quilt under her body, helped her cover her body, went out to wash up by himself, then went out to buy breakfast, and when he came back, Xiaoyu had already woken up.

The two finished their breakfast, packed up and went out together.

Xiaoyu used Didi to call an express car to Er'e Mountain.

"Er'e Mountain is not far from Da'e Mountain, and they echo each other. Its shape is like a curved eyebrow, so it is called Mount Emei. Therefore, the real Mount Emei actually refers to these two mountains."

Xiaoyu used Du Niang to search for relevant information on Mount Emei, and read it to Ye Shaoyang.

"However, there is also a saying that Mount Emei is called 'Emei Mountain' because of its beautiful vegetation, like a crescent eyebrow. Later, because the name is too girly, and the main peak of Mount Emei is full of monks, it is uncomfortable to hear the name, so it is changed to 'Emei' .”

Seeing this, Xiaoyu was a little surprised and said to Ye Shaoyang: "Aren't all the women in Mount Emei? Miejue Shitai, Zhou Zhiruo or something..."

The driver brother was also happy when he heard this, and he laughed and said, "Little girl, you are right. Every tourist who comes here for the first time thinks so. There is a 'Mt. Emei Cultural Park' under Mount Emei. Zhang Wuji There are statues like Zhou Zhiruo, why don't you go and have a look, you can buy tickets from me for 30 yuan cheaper..."

Chapter 1165 Great Pure Yang 2

Of course the two will not go.

The taxi drove by the mountain road, the business is very open, and you can see the main peak of Mount Emei from a distance—that is, the general mountain range of Mount Da'e. Ye Shaoyang couldn't help but took out the compass, fiddled with it gently, and calculated with his fingers. It was really naive The land is beautiful, the feng shui is excellent, the auspicious clouds on the mountain are misty, and the aura is surging, which is very suitable for cultivation.

The taxi stopped in front of Er'e Mountain. The mountain was densely covered with trees and trees, and many ancient buildings could be seen, but most of them were dilapidated.

The driver told them that if they want to travel, they should go up the mountain from the front and enter the scenic spot. There are many ruins of ancient Taoist temples on it, and some have been rebuilt on the original site for tourists to visit, but the driver does not recommend it because there is really nothing to see.

If you want to ask the hexagrams and ask for a lottery, you can go up the mountain from the back path to Zizhi Cave, where there are some Taoist priests practicing, but the people who go there are generally locals, and foreigners have gone to Mount Emei to burn incense and worship Buddha.

The two thanked the driver, and after getting out of the car, they followed the driver's instructions and went up the mountain from the path behind the mountain.

There were hardly any people on the road, only a few mountain people passing by.

"Uncle, this Ershan Mountain is also a part of Mount Emei. Isn't Mount Emei the Four Great Daoist Temples of Buddhism? How can there be Taoist priests?"

Ye Shaoyang said with a smile: "Mt. Emei has excellent geomantic omen and a collection of spiritual energy. It is a good practice place for both monks and Taoist priests. At first, it was occupied by Taoist priests. Later, a group of monks came. Da'e Mountain has rushed here, although it is not as good as Da'e Mountain, it can only make do with it.

Not only this, but all Buddhist holy places are generally Taoist paradises.Whoever occupies the main peak depends on who is better.Generally, those who are driven away will stay nearby, soaking up a little bit of heaven and earth aura.

Therefore, all famous Buddhist mountains must be surrounded by Taoist temples, and vice versa.This is true for Mount Jiuhua, Mount Wutai, and Mount Emei. "

Suddenly, Xiaoyu asked, "Are there any Buddhist temples near Maoshan?"

"Yes, why not. Seven or eight of them were all driven out of Maoshan by my master, occupying a few hills."

"Uh... then what's the point of grabbing the top of the mountain?"

"Generally, it's about discussing the Tao, the end and the end. But we in Maoshan never talk about the scriptures and the Tao with the monks." Ye Shaoyang chuckled, "When I was eight years old, the local government allocated funds to build a scenic spot in Maoshan. At that time, there were seven or eight nearby temples. The monk came over and asked my master to take out the title deed to prove that Maoshan is the place of our "Shangqing Sect".

In the past, there was no title deed.These monks used excuses to talk about scriptures and Taoism, and whoever won would occupy the main peak of Maoshan. To put it bluntly, they were all interested in the benefits of the development of the scenic spot and wanted to get a share. "

Xiao Yu was very interested in hearing it, and said: "The result, did Master discuss the Tao with them?"

"What the fuck, Master never discusses Daoism with others, and just let Daofeng beat all those monks out. To deal with these people, you have to speak with your fists, and don't make noise if you can."

"Uncle Daofeng is so handsome!" Xiaoyu clapped his hands and said.

At this time, the two walked past a new archway, with three large characters painted in red paint on it: Chunyang Temple.

Ye Shaoyang was stunned when he saw it, and said: "Damn, this Taoist temple is too arrogant, and dare to take this name!"

Xiaoyu hurriedly asked what was wrong, and Ye Shaoyang explained to her that the names of Taoist temples and Buddhist temples cannot be used casually.For example, Maoshan is the "Shangqing Sect of Zhengyi Sect" and Zhengshuo of the Shangqing Sect. Other places dare not take the name "Shangqing".

"Just like when mentioning Shaolin, everyone first thinks of Songshan Shaolin. If other places use such a big name, they will only be ridiculed. As for Chunyang, it is the name of Lu Dongbin, the Eight Immortals of Shangdong, with Taiyuan Chunyang Palace as its name. Orthodox, an ordinary Taoist temple, how dare to use this name as a signboard."

While talking, the two walked through the archway and came to the gate of a Taoist temple.Ye Shaoyang took a look and saw that this Taoist temple was very new, it must have been built in recent years, he immediately understood, he led Xiaoyu all the way in, passed through the three courtyards and five gates, and came to the main hall.

There is a huge incense burner in the courtyard in front of the hall, and several people are burning incense. In the main hall, there are several male and female Taoist priests in Taoist robes, chanting scriptures, ringing the chime, and ringing the bell. Liang, the cigarette is curling up, looking lively.