[Comprehensive martial arts] Holy Monk

Fang Tian went down the river for dozens of miles, looking at the scenery on the shore, he didn't see Yuan soldiers chasing up, so he looked for an opportunity to go ashore and escape.As long as there is no army to surround him, he will be as high as the sky, and the sea will be as wide as the fish.

While it was still early, he went to buy some dry food first, and then replaced the damaged monk's robes, and then without further delay, he left by way of southwest.This trip to Bashu is not for anyone else, but to fulfill the promise to Bifeng Temple.

Seven years ago, Fang Tianzhi met an old monk named Wuyou by chance at the Cuiping Mountain Waterfall, and at his invitation, he stayed for a few days in the Bifeng Temple where his abbot was.When parting, he had promised Wuyou that he would look for an opportunity to visit him in the monastery, now that seven years have passed, he should keep his promise and visit Cuiping Mountain.

All the way to enjoy the scenery, and to the vicinity of Jiazhou Prefecture, autumn and winter come, and it's November again.This time without Lingfeng following him, the boatmen Fang Tianzhi met on the banks of the Qingyi River raced one by one with enthusiasm, so he hired a small boat and went upstream along the river.It was still early at this time, and it was the time when the water was cold and foggy.As soon as the pole is passed, the light smoke on the river will be blown away by the westerly wind, and thousands of peaks on the shore will come out in the white mist, and the eyes will be full of red and cold green.

Fang Tianzhi stood at the bow of the boat, his eyes were on the old scene, and his old friends were also in his heart one by one.The boatman put a pole on the stern of the boat, saw that he was a gentle monk with kind eyes, and said accostingly, "Master, why are you going to Cuiping Mountain?"

Fang Tianzhi said: "The poor monk wants to go to Bifeng Temple to meet his old friend."

The boatman looked up to the sky and thought for a while, before he suddenly said: "So it is there! The temple has been desolate since its inception, and it has become worse in recent years. There are often monks who go down the mountain with their burdens. It has been a long time since I heard anything about the temple. I am afraid it has been deserted." Lost."

Fang Tianzhi was startled, and just as he was about to ask carefully, there was a faint sound of a flute coming from the fog in the river.The sound of the flute was melodious and beautiful, like a clear stream sobbing for a while, and like a moon shadow stealing a window.Fang Tianzhi kept silent and listened for a while, and when the song was over, he sighed softly, and said with a touch of emotion: "Good song." As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the flute sounded again, in the misty water The fog swirls non-stop.

The boatman said with a smile, "Master, does he still know how to play the flute?"

Fang Tianzhi listened to the sound of the flute quietly for a while, before answering: "The poor monk knows a thing or two. Although the music is beautiful, the flute player seems to be a sad person."

The boatman said, "I don't know if the flute player is hurt or not, but he is a great beauty."

Fang Tianzhi heard that he seemed to know the reason, and asked: "Does the boatman know that person?"

The boatman put on his pole again, shook his head, and explained with a smile: "The master is from another place, so he doesn't know anything. Every time this season comes, there will be a girl playing the flute on the nearby shore, and she will leave after three or four days. It has been several years. The boatmen who often live in this area know this."

Fang Tianzhi was stunned for a moment, no longer speaking, just listening to the flute alone in the river wind.Not long after, snow suddenly fell from the sky. The snow fell neither heavy nor urgent, like thousands of cold flowers falling between the sky and the earth, and submerging into the clear water, entangled the fog even more densely.

The boatman lifted the bamboo hat on his back to the top of his head and put it on, and said kindly: "Master, why don't you sit inside the boat tent."

The sound of the flute did not stop, Fang Tianzhi clasped his hands together, and thanked the boatman: "Thanks for your kindness." But after saying that, he closed his eyes and remained still, following the sound of the flute, he stood quietly in the river and snow .

The boatman was puzzled, but when he took a peek, he saw snowflakes falling on the monk's head, face and shoulders, but they didn't melt, and gradually turned into a piece of snow-white.He guessed that the monk might be from the rivers and lakes, and he was nervous, so he didn't dare to speak any more, and only used all his strength on rowing.

At the foot of Cuiping Mountain, Fang Tianzhi brushed off the snow from his shoulders, thanked the boatman, and went into the deep forest as if he had never heard the sound of the flute.

After all, Wuyou was old, Fang Tianzhi thought about it, so he hurried up the mountain in two steps.After turning around the Qingshi Memorial Archway and climbing to the altar on the top of the mountain, he found that the mountain was completely silent, and there was not even a single person.He passed through the halls of the temple along the road, and saw dead leaves everywhere and dust everywhere, as if no one had cleaned it for a long time.On the mountain, thousands of trees and winter plums are in full bloom, and the dark fragrance is floating, but no one appreciates it.He walked all the way, looking for people loudly, and when he was approaching the Wuyou Temple, a little novice came out from behind the plum tree and looked at him timidly.

Fang Tianzhi paused, and saw that the novice was very thin, with a thin light yellow monk's robe on his body, as empty as a cloth bag.He smiled slightly, and asked in a harmonious voice: "The poor monk, who is named Yuanyi, has come to visit Master Wuyou, the abbot of the temple. Little master, do you know where he is?"

The little novice ran away when he heard the words, and after running for two steps, he turned around as if remembering, clasped his palms together in a dignified salute: "My master is in the meditation room, master, please follow me."

Fang Tianzhi followed him to the meditation room and saw Wuyou sitting cross-legged on the monk's bed with his eyes closed.His eyebrows and beard are white, quite pale, the snow is falling from the sky, the sunlight is not strong, and it is even more dim when it penetrates through the window paper, which makes his face even more gray.Hearing that someone came in, the brows of his eyebrows moved slightly, and he opened his eyes half awake.

Fang Tianzhi couldn't bear it in his heart, and sighed: "Amitabha. My little monk, master, do you still remember?" Before he finished speaking, Wuyou saw his appearance clearly, and immediately smiled, and slapped his thigh and said: "Ah, yes You! You are here!"

Fang Tianzhi was taken aback for a moment, seeing that he was still so cheerful despite his old age and illness, he couldn't help but smiled and said: "After seven years, the master still has the same demeanor."

Wuyou waved his hand weakly, and said: "I can't, I'm going to die." It's okay if he didn't say this, the little novice sitting next to him was originally sitting quietly beside him, and when he heard this, tears rolled down his face, and he cried Clinging to the corner of his monk's robe, he burst into tears.

Wuyou stroked his bare head, and said kindly: "Don't cry, Fuhui. Master wants to talk to this little monk, so go out and play, okay?"

Fuhui refused to move, staring at Wuyou with tears all over her face.

Wuyou said: "You go out to play for a while, and then look at me when you come back, I'm definitely not dead yet."

Fu Hui thought for a while, and finally wiped away her tears hesitantly, and walked outside the house step by step.He didn't go far, he was playing under a plum tree outside the courtyard, and he could see the scene inside the house as soon as he looked up.

Wuyou watched him leave, and then said to Fang Tianzhi: "It's a coincidence, it was the winter when I met you, I picked up Fuhui at the foot of the mountain and by the river. Seven years are like a snap of your fingers. That's how big it is!"

Fang Tianzhi asked: "Why is the temple so defeated? Who else is there now?" Bifeng Temple is not very popular, but at least it has a century-old foundation. Why is it that the presiding officer is seriously ill and everyone disperses like a bird?

Wuyou scratched his head, thought for a while and said, "Probably only me, Fu Hui, and my junior disciple. I saw that the rest of the disciples didn't like it, so I drove them away."

Fang Tianzhi was slightly surprised, and asked again: "Then what will Bifeng Temple do in the future?"

Wuyou said: "Nothing to do." He paused and said, "When my master was alive, he didn't like many monks in the monastery, and drove most of them away before he passed away. Sigh, he didn't like my master either. Brother Wuqian drove him away too. Our master has always been like this, so don't be surprised, little monk."

Hearing what he said, Fang Tianzhi also nodded, and stopped asking, just said: "The poor monk still has some big cakes, is the master hungry?"

Wuyou raised his brows with joy, and said, "Come on, come on! You're so hungry!"

Fang Tianzhi tore a piece of cake from his bundle and gave it to him, and sent some to the little novice Fuhui outside.In the blink of an eye, when he came back to the monastery, Wuyou had already eaten half of the cake, Fang Tianzhi asked again: "I see that Master's stomach is still healthy, why is he so weak?"

Hearing this, Wuyou raised his head and glanced at Fang Tianzhi.Although he was about to rot, his eyes were as clear as a child's.After this glance, he thought for a while, and said: "Then I will tell you. My master has accepted four disciples in total, and I have two senior brothers, Wuqian and Wuqian. My elder brother Wuqian, He is not very good at Buddhism, but he is good at managing the affairs of the temple, and he has always wanted to inherit my master's presiding position. My master was not happy, so he drove him down the mountain. I just told you about this."

Fang Tianzhi suddenly heard him talk about the old affairs of Bifeng Temple, and he seemed to have the intention of explaining the future, so he listened seriously.Seeing that he heard it in his ears, Wuyou continued: "When Brother Wuqian came down the mountain, I was still young. On the mountain, only me and Brother Wuguai were together. We grew up with a deep relationship. We have always been very good. , but one day, a female pilgrim came to the temple and lived in the abode behind the temple for a while, and something went wrong." He sighed, "My brother Wuhang is very handsome, although you don't I've seen him before, but you can guess from my senior brother's carefree appearance."

Bridge, bridge bean sack? !

The poor monk didn't seem to understand! ?Why can you know what your senior brother looks like by looking at your senior brother's appearance!

Difficult, are they twin brothers who are dozens of years apart?

Let the poor monk be quiet!

Before Master Fang could make an expression in the future, Wuyou was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Ah, how can I say so fast!"

How does the poor monk know!

Is it really okay for you to tell the poor monk like this!

Master Fang still had a dull solemnity on his face, so Wuyou continued: "Well, after all, when Wuyou was reborn, I couldn't hide this matter. When my master got angry, he wanted to slap my teacher to death. Brother, senior brother, he was wrong, but I couldn’t watch him die, so I stepped forward to block his slap. This slap almost killed me, but my master became even more angry. After slapping me, He slapped my senior brother on the head again. My senior brother always respected the master, knelt on the ground without moving, and was beaten to death by him!"

Fang Tianzhi could not help but sigh when he heard his words about such a tragic matter: "Amitabha!"

Wuyou was silent for a moment, then said: "Anyway, senior brother died. Wuyou's mother also died when she gave birth to him. Only such a baby was left behind. I thought he would definitely die, but for some reason, Master didn't I threw him away, but stayed on the mountain, and loved him very much. After the master killed my senior brother, his body suddenly weakened, and he passed away not long after. Alas, he killed my senior brother, so what did he feel in his heart? It’s so good! Before he passed away, Master took Wuyou as his disciple and asked me not to tell him his life experience. So I brought Wuyou up like this.” He finally said Buddha, and said with a sad face, “Oh, no worries, no worries , carefree and carefree, none of the dharma names given to us by my master are accurate except for me! What a wicked way!"

Master Fang was at a loss for words for a while, so he had to say "Amitabha".

Wuyou sighed, and took the big cake from his lap again, and chewed it with his mouth open.After swallowing it down, he said: "I was slapped by master earlier and almost died. Now that I live a few more decades, it's almost time." He looked at Fang Tianzhi peacefully and said, "I tell you to come, I just wanted to ask you, would you like to take my junior brother away? Well, now that I have an extra blessing, why don’t you take it with me? I’ve thought about it, but I can’t let the two of them starve to death! You, it’s okay, although I don’t like the other apprentices in the temple, I like you, the little monk.”

Fang Tianzhi looked at his withered face, was silent for a moment, and finally said: "The poor monk knows, master, don't worry!"

Hearing this, Wuyou didn't show any surprise on his face, as if he had expected the result, he just happily wiped off the cake crumbs on his hands, and suddenly stood up from the futon.

Fang Tianzhi couldn't help asking: "What is the master's order, the poor monk can do it for you."

Wuyou calmly said: "Since they have entrusted them, I can rest assured. Since death is inherent, what's the fun in dying in this meditation room?"

Before Fang Tianzhi could answer, Fuhui under the plum tree saw Wuyou sharp-eyed and ran towards him.Wuyou stretched out his hand to embrace the rushing Fuhui in his arms, and said to him: "Master is going out to play. From now on, you will be with Monk Yuanyi, and you must listen to him, understand?"

Fu Hui said: "Master, aren't you going to die? Why are you still going out to play?"

Wuyou said: "Once Master is happy, he doesn't want to die anymore."

Fu Hui showed a very reassuring smile: "That's good! Why don't you take me to play?"

Wuyou said: "You are still too young, I will take you to play again in a few decades." He nuzzled at Fang Tianzhi and continued, "Go to the back mountain to find your uncle, and then go down the mountain with Monk Yuanyi. "

Fuhui reluctantly said: "That's all right!"

Wuyou stared at him, gently pushed him to Fang Tianzhi's side, and said kindly: "Go, go." After speaking, he raised his head again, looking at Fang Tianzhi with a carefree and free-spirited gaze. Fang Tianzhi grinned, "I'm leaving!"

Fang Tianzhi opened his mouth, and said solemnly: "Master, cherish it!"

Wuyou waved his hand, passed the two of them, and stepped out of the house.

In the fine snow, he gradually became a thin white shadow, which disappeared into the depths of the plum grove.

Fang Tianzhi stood still for a moment, then bowed his head to Fuhui and said, "Shall we go to the back mountain to find your uncle?" Fuhui just stared blankly at Meilin in the distance, and suddenly burst into tears.

Fang Tianzhi tried his best to comfort him: "Don't cry, your master just went out to play."

Fu Hui wailed, "He's about to die! I'm not stupid!"