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[96.Chapter 97 Deshan]

The road in the morning was relatively easy. Gu Yun took a taxi, and it took only one and a half hours to reach the foot of Qingliang Mountain.

It took 29 minutes to rush straight from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain with one breath, and it felt much easier than last time.

Gu Yun found that his body had been "recovering", but it was a little unclear where the limit of recovery was.

Now his physique should be comparable to that of ordinary athletes.

Of course, Gu Yun also experienced a level far beyond that of an athlete, but that was in a dream in his previous life. In that dream, before he was called "the Duke of the State", he was also called "the enemy of ten thousand people" and "Northern Emperor" for a while. "Yu Silver Spear Little Overlord" and the like, it is not unreasonable to say that he is as fierce as a tiger in charging into battle, and his physical strength is naturally excellent.

It's just that that world is different from this world after all, and Gu Yun felt that it was impossible for him to have that peak human body state again.

After entering the temple, it was only about eight o'clock. The monks had just finished their morning class and had breakfast, but there were already many pilgrims at this time.

Gu Yun went directly to the side hall where he asked for a lottery last time, and he found the "little novice monk in meditation". After a few words of pleasantries, the little novice monk took Gu Yun to the dormitory.

The monks' huts in Qingliang Temple are very distinctive. There is no wall outside, but separated by a dense bamboo forest. There is a small chai gate at the entrance, and there is a small pavilion at the chai gate. monk.

Gu Yun remembered that in his dream, there was no monk who knew guests here. It must be that Master Deshan's popularity is rising rapidly now, and there are too many people who want to see him, so he had to set up such a "post".

Seeing Gu Yun, the Zhike monk immediately came up and said, "Amitabha, the little benefactor is the guest that the abbot is going to see today, right?"

Gu Yun nodded and said, "Yes, I have an appointment with the abbot."

The Zhike monk then turned his head and pointed to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on a table in the pavilion, and said, "Little benefactor, I don't know if I can give you ink. The abbot usually sees the writing before meeting people."

Gu Yun was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help but chuckled, thinking that this old guy is still the same as in his dream, he likes to play with Fengya.

So he strode to the front of the case, picked up the brush, thought for a while, and wrote a line of poetry like a dragon.

"Luoxia and Lonely fly together, and the autumn waters are the same color as the sky."

Inscribed "In the early summer of Gengzi, Mao Maoshan lived in Qingliang Temple".

The Zhike monk and the "little novice in meditation" looked curiously, but saw the words flamboyant and graceful, extremely elegant, with both the rhyme of Huizong's thin body and the madness of Zhang Xu's cursive script, they couldn't help but change their expressions, and looked shocked .

This character is almost exactly the same as the abbot's character!

Master Deshan's Thin Grass script has been sought after as one of the most important contemporary calligraphic styles since it reappeared in the calligraphy world a few years ago, and its price at auction houses almost doubles every year.

Because of this, imitators of the "thin grass" style have emerged in an endless stream in recent years, but because of its unique running script and too few copybooks of Deshan's own handwriting that can be imitated, it is already extremely powerful to be able to imitate seven or eight images.

But Gu Yun's handwriting is at least [-]% similar, even for laymen who don't often read Deshan's handwriting, it's hard to tell the truth from the fake.

If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, the two of them would never have believed that this word was written by a high school student.

The Zhike monk couldn't help asking, "Little benefactor, who did you learn this calligraphy from?"

Gu Yun smiled and said nothing, thinking that if he told the truth, you wouldn't believe it.

Seeing this, the Zhike monk didn't ask any more questions, and hurriedly took the copybook in.

Not long after, he came back in a hurry and said to Gu Yun, "Benefactor, the abbot is here to welcome you!"

Gu Yun followed him into the chaimen.

Inside is a gravel path, bamboos are planted on both sides of the path, and some unknown wild flowers and grasses bloom from time to time, blooming various red, green, and yellow flowers, dotted in a piece of greenery, which is extraordinarily special Elegant.

Gu Yun is actually familiar with this place, because he has been here many times in his dream, and even worked as a monk here.

Not long after they walked, they passed through the bamboo forest path, and the front suddenly became clear. It was a row of huts neatly arranged in a U shape, which was the living place of the monks.

In the open space in the middle of the U-shape, there is an antique pavilion with a plaque on the eaves of the pavilion, with three big characters "Yuanxin Pavilion" written on it.

There is a stone table and five drum-shaped stone benches in the pavilion. The poems written by Gu Yun are spread out on the table.

Standing in the pavilion is Deshan, who is dressed in a gray monk robe and lean. He is over 100 years old this year, with white eyebrows and hair, but he still looks energetic.

This is the oldest "version" of Deshan that Gu Yun has ever seen.

However, from that old face, Gu Yun can still see the Deshan in his impression who used to be a bandit, monk, and business partner with him, or the Deshan who was a student, teacher, professor, worker, and educated youth together. .

In many lives, they have carried guns together, bathed together, killed devils together, and fought together. The relationship is extremely deep.

The strong sense of reunion after a long absence made Gu Yun almost raise his leg to kick his ass, but he thought that he was over 100 years old, and he was in his territory, so doing so might attract eighteen coppers People, so I had to endure it.

But if you don't dare to make mistakes, you don't dare to make mistakes. It is impossible to want him to be respectful.

He raised his hand as a greeting to Deshan.

"Hi abbot, I'm Gu Yun."

Deshan performed Namaste at Gu, but he didn't speak, but just looked at him with a smile on his face.

Gu Yun sat on the stone bench by himself, then picked up the iron teapot and made himself a cup of tea, and drank it unceremoniously.

After drinking, he said, "After all these years, you still only drink Shupu?"

Deshan laughed and said, "Benefactor Gu seems to know this old man very well?"

Gu Yun nodded, "I understand, I understand very well."

Deshan pondered thoughtfully for a while, and then said, "The little benefactor knows the old monk so well, and can copy the old monk's handwriting, so there must be someone in the ancestors who knew the old monk? I don't know which descendant of an old friend, can you tell me?" Let me hear it?"

"My father, Gu Jianxin, is an upstart. My grandfather is a farmer. You don't know him."

Gu Yun poured himself another cup of tea, and then said, "The reason why I can write your handwriting is because I learned it from you in my dream. I don't want to learn it, but you forced me to learn it, saying that I have a skill I won't starve to death."

After finishing speaking, Gu Yun looked up at Deshan, just wanting to see his reaction.

If Deshan said it was impossible when he came up, then there is nothing to ask him for advice, and this time he came up as a visit to an old friend.

Sure enough, Deshan was slightly startled, and after pondering for a while, he smiled and said, "Haha, so the old man and Gu Xiaoyou are karma in a dream, no wonder I felt like you were the first time I saw you."

Gu Yun took a sip of the tea in his cup, and said seriously, "Do you really believe what I say?"

Deshan smiled again, "You have evidence, but I don't have any evidence, but let's believe it, what's wrong?"

Gu Yun nodded, fell silent for a while, and said, "The cause and effect in the dream you mentioned just now... I want to ask, can the cause in the dream really produce results in reality?"

This time, Gu Yun poured Deshan a cup of tea and handed it to him.

Deshan took a sip of the tea, with a satisfied look on his face, and then asked, "Where does the dream come from?"

"Xinsheng." Gu Yun replied.

"Buddha said, if you sow the cause, you will reap the fruit. Everything is created by the mind."