See Jiangshan

Ci'en Temple is located in the Yungui Mountains that stretch across the northwest of the mainland. The mountains stretch for thousands of miles, spanning three states, and branch out into three branches at the boundary of Yuezhou. The west branch is the most dangerous.When Ci'en Temple was not built, it was difficult for apes to climb there, birds could not cross it, and there was no name or surname.Later, I don't know when there was a small temple, there were monks, and there were bells.

It is said that on the night of Master Shiji's sanctification, the clouds broke and the moon rose, the top of the mountain was shrouded in golden light, and the villages and towns below the mountain fell like daylight, and the glory could be seen on half of the continent.

The mountain has since been called Fo Guang Shan.

Cheng Qianren was going to Fo Guang Shan.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is a big day.Buddhism has a lantern-burning ceremony, and Taoism has to celebrate the Lantern Festival, but in the eyes of ordinary people, there is no difference between these.The world is restless, and the holidays are careless. There is no Huahai Lantern Market. It is very satisfying to eat a bowl of Lantern Festival at home.

Three days before the holiday, Cheng Qianren came to the small town at the foot of Foguang Mountain.

There were quite a few casual cultivators who came to join in the fun, the inn was full, and they were all waiting for the first news from the mountain.

Cheng Qianren heard all kinds of discussions and guesses from them along the way, thinking wildly.

Going back more than a hundred years, the emperor triumphantly conquered the east and was ambitious to centralize power in the world. He felt that the sects were an eyesore, so he abolished the "envoy of the mountain gate" and implemented the "Order of Living in the Mountain" to let the seven major sects stay in the mountains and practice honestly without stretching out their hands. Touch court affairs.He must have never imagined that today, when the feng shui turns and the dynasty is besieged on all sides, Shoufu still wants to form an alliance with the sect.

How about breaking the Mahayana realm, what about sub-sages and saints, as long as one day does not become a true immortal, a majestic and powerful emperor will not be able to withstand life, old age, sickness and death.

Where is the end of practice?What kind of merit can truly last forever and be immortal?

Many thoughts flashed across in a hurry, but Cheng Qianren didn't dwell on them.

There are so many unsolvable problems in the world, if he has to wait until he has fully figured out everything before practicing, then he will never practice.

The residents of the small town watched helplessly as the number of practitioners with weapons increased day by day, so they hurriedly closed their doors, and those who were more timid and cautious packed up their belongings and left temporarily.

"The gods fight, and the little ghosts suffer, so go fast."

In fact, the real big shots don't pass by here. They take the quiet Yungui mountain road, take a horse-drawn carriage or a flying magic weapon, and directly stay in the back mountain guest house of Ci'en Temple, waiting for the lighting ceremony to be held.

The temple is located among the high mountains, and a group of halls and corridors are built beside the mountains and rivers, but the layout is not limited, but it is more majestic.

The monks had just finished their morning class, and with the sound of heavy bells, they left the teaching hall and scattered to various Buddhist halls and monk houses.An old monk in an apricot-yellow robe walked out with the crowd, and monks in gray kept clapping their hands together to salute him.

He walked through the flying corridors between the Buddhist halls and the suspension bridge between the two mountains, and his figure disappeared into the clouds.

Deep in the back mountain, the sound of chanting scriptures came from a secluded meditation room.It seems to contain a peculiar rhythm, so that insects and birds do not sing, and the surrounding fields are peaceful and peaceful.

The old monk waited outside the door until the sound of chanting stopped before saluting through the door.

The wooden door was opened, and the windows of the meditation room were bright and spotless.

Behind the bright yellow curtain, an old voice came: "How is today?"

The old monk in the apricot-yellow robe replied respectfully: "Everything is as usual, Master."

The voice behind the curtain fell silent.

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and said no more.

He is a highly respected and profound supervisor of Ci'en Temple, in charge of all affairs in the temple.As the end of the new year approaches, preparations for this year's Lantern Festival will begin.

For dozens of days, participants from all sides went up the mountain one after another. The weather was calm, but the atmosphere in the temple was still solemn and tense.

'Business as usual' is not a good answer.That means the man didn't come.

They still have to wait.

It is said that the man is very good at water, especially good at holding his breath underwater, and has crossed the border in the water many times to fight back. Therefore, all the waterfalls and rock pools in the temple are guarded by experts.Even the well in the monk's house was sealed off.

It is said that the man has a wooden hairpin, which is a magic weapon that can hide his breath.He once sneaked into the demon camp and assassinated the demon general He Ge in the middle of the night, so the formations in the temple were fully activated.

Most importantly, the man also had a sword.

A magic weapon that looks inconspicuous but is famous all over the world.

There are four mahayana mages in the ten-direction hell, which is declared to detain sinners, and the sage Buddha seals the formation. Except for the snowy demon king, who in the world can forcefully break into it?

The sky is full of nets, waiting for rabbits.

However, until today, there was no news about Cheng Qianren.

Is he really not coming?Or he can't come?

The abbot behind the curtain plucked his rosary, and uttered a word: "Wait."

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If you climb Foguang Mountain from the foot of the mountain and walk through the thousand-story stone steps, you will see the gate of Ci'en Temple.Tall and majestic, towering above the sky.

But behind the stone gate there are steps, layer upon layer, following the mountain and sinking into the clouds and mist, which makes people feel desperate.It is said that this is to test whether the Buddhist worshipers are devout and resolute.

It was freezing cold in the first month, and the two young monks were wrapped in cotton robes, with their backs against the stone pillars at the gate of the mountain, and each broke a dead branch to write and draw on the ground.

Outer disciples without Huigen will take turns to guard the mountain gate, which is a boring and useless job, which is only a little better than cleaning the ladder.

At the beginning, they were very excited when they heard the news of the Lantern Festival, thinking that they would be able to attract many legendary figures. Later, they found out that the big men walked directly into the temple after leaving the mountain, and there were high-ranking disciples leading the way.

As for those unrecognized casual cultivators, afraid of the majesty of the Buddhist temple, they only dared to stand at the foot of the mountain path and look at it from a distance.

The two fell into boredom and self-pity again.

Something seemed different this morning.

Because a person came along the mountain road.

The man was wearing a sky-blue brocade robe, his face was between 30 and [-] years old, he had a wooden hairpin in a single bun, an old sword on his waist, and he walked calmly.Within ten feet of the mountain gate, there was still no intention of stopping.

The tall and thin monk came to his senses, threw down the branch and asked, "Who is here?"

The short and fat monk took a closer look, and hurriedly pulled him back. It must be extraordinary for the comer to come with light robes and belts in such a cold day.

Immediately straightened his back, stepped forward and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, please read through the invitation card of the almsgiver."

"What kind of invitation, I don't seem to have one." The young man was stunned for a moment:

"But your presiding abbot should be willing to see me, or else, please pass it on to the two of you?"

The two young monks looked at each other, their faces changing again and again.

Is this man crazy or is he here to play us?

The expressions of the two changed from shock to sarcasm, thinking where did you come from, what are you, what kind of person is the abbot, why should I see you?

The tall and thin monk sneered, "Please ask the benefactor's name."

"I was negligent. I should report myself."

The man is a little embarrassed.Taking a deep breath, he said loudly:

"Cheng Qianren came to worship the mountain—"

His voice contained true energy, and it spread far and wide, echoing endlessly.

As the snow in the forest fell rustlingly, flocks of birds fluttered their wings to startle them, and more birds were startled. From the outside of the mountain gate into the invisible clouds and mist, blackness rose into the sky.

Looking at it at a glance, it seems that the entire Fo Guang Shan is trembling.

The echo in the mountains has not dissipated, and the shocked mouths of the two young monks have not yet closed.

On the stone steps, an old man wearing an apricot monk's robe appeared out of thin air. He shrunk to an inch, and in a blink of an eye, he stood in front of the man and saluted with palms together: "Master Cheng is coming. If you are far away, please come with the poor monk."

Cheng Qianren returned the gift and followed him up the mountain path.

The stone steps are steep and flat, without any residual snow, and scattered leaves, which can be seen that they are cleaned every day.

The mountains were silent, only the footsteps of the two echoed.

After walking for a long time, the old monk spoke slowly: "The poor monk's dharma name is Huide, he is the supervisor of the temple, and he is a direct disciple of the Abbot."

The meaning is very simple.Even if you return to Nanyuan to be the dean in the future, I will also be the future abbot of Ci'en Temple, and I will greet you in person, which is not considered a disrespect in the temple.

It's a pity that Cheng Qianren didn't understand well, and felt a little puzzled, so he responded and still looked around.

He has traveled all over the world over the years and has seen many Buddhist temples.

Some are in barren mountains and wild mountains, two or three monks practice hard in small temple gates, and someday the lineage will be cut off quietly.Some are in the bustling market, where the incense is at its peak, and faithful men and women step through the threshold to ask the abbot for fortune-telling and fortune-telling, and to ask about their careers after marriage.

They are all different from the Temple of Mercy.

They don't have the ostentation of the Ci'en Temple.

To say "ostentation" seems vulgar, and it doesn't suit the indifferent detachment of the monks. Cheng Qianren looked at the approaching golden palace corridor and the huge Buddha statue gradually revealed in the mountains and forests, and silently replaced the two words with "magnificent atmosphere".

He was a layman, for lack of a better word.

The old monk followed his gaze and explained: "That is the Great Buddha that our temple welcomes and guides. It is carved from a peak in the back mountain, which means 'receiving and leading to heaven'."

"I've heard that the whole body of the Buddha statue is covered with gold, and when the sun rises, it will shine brightly with the glow of the sun."

Cheng Qianren also heard that if the weather is fine, if you look at the back mountain from the Daxiong Palace, you can see the golden Buddha's head in the sea of ​​clouds.

He smiled: "It's a pity that today is a cloudy day. I don't have the chance to see you."

The stone steps are about to run out, and when we reach the inner mountain gate, there are gradually footsteps and people's voices.

There were no pilgrims in the temple, and no one made any noise. The two of them walked along the widest avenue. Along the way, the monks lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes, avoiding to give way and salute.

Before the [-]th day of the first lunar month, the temple was already filled with lights. There was a forest of stone lighthouses outside the temple, and there were tens of thousands of lights inside the temple. Green smoke rose, and the mountain mist shrouded the temple, making it even more mysterious and remote.

Before Cheng Qianren went up the mountain, his mind was already calm enough. The sound of chanting sutras, lotus flowers, and green smoke from incense candles did not make his mind more detached.He thought about the topography here, the cultivation level of the old monk in front of him, and secretly sighed that the foundation of Ci'en Temple was really unfathomable.

Huide also looked at him.

I finally understood why Master told me not to be shaken when I saw this person.

He is over seventy years old, and Cheng Qianrenxu is 26 years old. In terms of cultivation, he is only slightly higher than the opponent. In terms of combat power, he may not be able to defeat the gods and ghosts.It's easy to slip into self-doubt with this person.

Huide still couldn't figure it out.

One of the most legendary figures in the practice world.After traveling for six years, if one decides to walk into Zhengshan Gate, one should, in the capacity of Nanyuan Dean, bring Hu Yizhi, Chu Lanchuan, Nanyuan Supervisory Team, and his friends and followers to come .

If he still doesn't want to show up, he should sneak into the mountains before the Lantern Festival, and go to the Ten Directions Hell to find out what's true. Like every time before, he should hide his tracks and try not to be seen by others.

As a result, things were completely unexpected and all preparations were in vain.

That person yelled loudly, and within half a day, the entire continent would know that he was coming.

Even with a light robe and belt, it's like enjoying a spring outing in a mountain temple.

In fact, it was not Cheng Qianren's fault, he thought that he was upright on the mountain, and it was not good to wear the black cloak. Anyway, he had real energy to protect his body, so it was fine to wear only the spring shirt inside the cloak.

The Daxiong Palace is close at hand, and the monks hold incense candles and flowers, and come and go in a hurry and orderly.

Huide finally spoke probingly: "It is said that Benefactor Cheng is arrogant and acts recklessly. When I saw him today, I realized that there are many falsehoods in the rumors."

"Master practiced deep in the mountains, so he never listened to rumors." Cheng Qianren rubbed his nose, "I think I have a pretty good temper."

Besides Lin Duzhi, Gu Er Xu Ran has his good temper.

He asked politely: "Dare to ask Master, where will the abbot lead me?"

Huide felt that this person was not as difficult to deal with as he imagined, and his wrinkles stretched out with a smile: "Naturally it is the Houshan guest house. I have ordered my disciples to prepare the guest room."

Cheng Qianren stopped in his tracks: "No."

The old monk turned around, suddenly feeling cold: "What's wrong?"

"You seem to have made a mistake. I'm not here to attend the Lantern Festival, I'm here to find someone." The man said seriously: "I'll ask Ning Fu to return it. If he is here, please come out See you. If he is not here, I will go down the mountain."

He stated everything so bluntly.

The mountain wind was blowing, and there was a long green smoke in front of the Buddhist hall, as if cut through by an invisible sword, and forced to reveal its true colors.

Huide was shocked and speechless.

When I entered the temple from Qianren, the monks I met seemed to be walking casually, but in fact they kept a high degree of vigilance. The monks quickly recovered and quickly formed an array.

In the square in front of the Daxiong Palace, monks are pouring in like a sea tide, gathering more and more, and the edge cannot be seen at a glance.

Huide proclaimed the Buddha's name, but remained silent.

Cheng Qianren, who had a good temper, held the hilt of his sword with his right hand.

"The master didn't speak, did he want to stop me?"