Yanshan Exquisite Record

There is a cloud of dust all around, although you can't see clearly, you can know what kind of building it is.

Song Xueqiao kicked and jumped on the branch of the tree next to the farmhouse, and landed on an open brick floor lightly and delicately. There were old crows calling a few times, and the whole forest became quiet again.

In front of me is a grand courtyard with elegant stone steps, a square lighthouse, a golden plaque hanging on it, yellow walls and black tiles, which was originally beautiful, but unfortunately it is a temple, and it is still a deserted temple. The plaque is covered with thin gray, which can barely be seen For Pufang, the bright wood has been exposed on the square characters, and a small cloud is actually engraved on it.

Song Xueqiao frowned, jumped onto the wall again, and fell lightly into the courtyard.

As soon as he touched the ground, he shivered. The Buddhist temples and temples are always solemn and solemn, surrounded by square walls surrounded by incense burners and a group of novices whispering.

Reciting the scriptures as a backdrop is quite merciful, and the realm of saving all living beings, even a monk like Abbot Se Huichuang has an indescribable kindness in him.

It's just barren outside, but it's not only barren inside, but also overcast.

Although this place is called Pufang Temple, it does not save the surrounding area at all. Instead, it brings out the gloomy and chilly effect within a few miles, especially the iron grids that seal the meditation room on the left and right sides, which is very similar to the prison of the Ministry of punishment.

Only the door of the Daxiong Palace on the front was opened with a small gap, and there was a gust of wind.

To put it bluntly, going to other temples is like worshiping Buddha, but visiting this temple is like sweeping graves.

However, worshiping Buddha or visiting the tomb has nothing to do with him at the moment, let the ghost of his eight-legged ancestor come up, Song Xueqiao only cares about whether the ancestor above caught that ghost.

The sound of the two swords clashing was still there, and just as he was about to fly over to have a look, a light-colored person floated down, Yunshan was sheathed, and was placed safely on his waist, the voice was still unhurried, and he was completely out of the way indifferently , "That man's martial arts are not low."

Song Xueqiao smiled and said, "It's not low, but brother Pei is not a fuel-efficient lamp, what about others?"

Pei Wunian frowned slightly, but his tone remained calm, "I can tell that you are praising me, but can you use a better metaphor?"

Song Xueqiao coughed dryly, "I'm not a vegetarian, so this is the head office, right?"

Only then did Pei Wunian say slowly, "Run away."

Song Xueqiao pretended to be surprised, "Run away?!"

Pei Wunian said, "He is very familiar with this place, I don't have the upper hand in the deep mountains and old forests."

"That's right." Song Xueqiao sighed regretfully, then smiled slyly, "But with your temper, you must know where he went? Or did you do something extraordinary?"

Pei Wunian shook Yunshan, raised his head and looked slightly at an eight-story stone pagoda in the distance, his face was soft and elegant, "He ran away, he ran to the Wuliang Pagoda, so I followed his will and hung him up." Are you going to find him now?"

"Hanging?!" Song Xueqiao shook her fan, "How do you hang it?"

Pei Wunian was not in a hurry, "Hang the clothes like that."

Song Xueqiao hasn't figured it out yet, but he fake coughed twice, "What if he commits suicide like the one-eyed old man?"

Pei Wunian said lightly, "Unless he can break the chain of the soul-suppressing beast or bite his own tongue through the cloth."

Song Xueqiao's eyes widened when he heard about the soul-suppressing beast.

Taoism and Buddha live in harmony in this dynasty. The soul-suppressing stone beast was proposed by Master Chejing, the head of Shaolin in the previous generation. There are seven or eight fine iron chains around the body around a stone carving of a four-shaped soul beast. Dao talismans are engraved on it, meaning suppression.

Song Xueqiao always thought this thing was very fancy, but when he saw the iron chains on the two statues of Shaolin with several young people from aristocratic families, they rarely agreed that it was an excellent weapon.

Today it has become an instrument of torture.

After a while, he laughed dryly, "Go to the main hall first to find out the truth."

Pei Wunian nodded as expected, "Like your temper."

Song Xueqiao smiled mischievously, looked around secretly, and then walked slowly towards the open main hall.

Pei Wunian glanced at the courtyard, frowning slightly, but still followed quickly.

There was a crack in the door, and the leader of the attack, Mr. Song, stepped forward and kicked it open, and was immediately sprayed with ashes on his face unceremoniously.

But a gentleman should hold his head high no matter what the situation is, so he patted the soil on his body, endured the nausea and strode in, and stepped on a dead branch very smoothly. Suddenly, there was an echo in the hall.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a monster waiting for an opportunity to eat people.

"An ordinary person would probably kneel down in fright." Song Xueqiao knelt down, threw away the dry willow branches, and said slightly annoyed.

But neither of them seem to be normal people, one is heartless and the other is fearless.

Pei Wunian's brows stretched, as if he didn't hear it, with a calm expression on his face, he swiped a fire, and went around to check. Song Xueqiao shook his head, got up resentfully, and turned to the other side.

Some handwriting was randomly drawn on the wall, some of which looked like scratches from fingernails, and some were written neatly with a brush dipped in ink, but without exception, they were all the will of gods and ghosts. Blame the essay.

Song Xueqiao simply sat cross-legged by the wall, watching with relish through the fire.

One of them is about this Buddhist temple. It is rumored that it can turn into a monster and eat people on the night of the full moon. Anyone who enters it will become the meat in its mouth and the food in its belly. Write it all down.

A line of doggerel is attached at the end of the article, which is quite interesting to read.

"Lighting Lantern Paradise, a new road with a poor road, when the heroes run out of water, the Wujiang River is where the bones are buried." Song Xueqiao said softly, and immediately became overjoyed, applauding, "Good poems, good poems, but unfortunately the meaning is not obvious, there are new Why would the road be buried again?"

Pei Wunian paused in front of a wall, silent, as if thinking, Song Xueqiao looked at this side, and seemed to find something interesting on the other side, so he rushed over to look.

A few lines of hastily written words were wrapped in a ball of orange light on the Huozhezi. This is another story.

The story is more interesting. It is said that there was once a lady in Luoyang who was ordinary in appearance and married a husband who kept taking concubines at home. In a rage, the lady hired someone to kill all the concubines on the pretext of bringing them to worship Buddha. In this temple, every time it is cloudy, there will always be the sound of a woman crying in the hall, but there is no trace of it.

At the end, there is also a doggerel.

"The high mountain blew long and loudly, and the crested ibises wept blood and mourned, so they disembarked from the human ship and went to Molian Terrace."

Pei Wunian said, "What do you think of the flamboyant talent?"

Song Xueqiao clenched his fists to support his chin, and said in a low voice, "This person must have never seen a crested ibis before. The crested ibis's cry is hoarse, how can it be described as a long cry?"

Pei Wunian sighed, "What I'm asking is how about the words on the wall? I didn't ask you to comment on the good sentences here."

Song Xueqiao blinked and spit out the conclusion, "It was on purpose."

Pei Wunian said, "Why?"

Song Xueqiao slapped his folding fan on the ground, raised his eyebrows and said, "Otherwise, do you think there are ghosts in this world? Or is it that the crested ibis can really sing?"

Pei Wunian smiled and shook his head, even though he was gloomy right now, this smile was like a bright moon in a pool, calming his mind.

But soon, the hall told them personally that the crested ibises can really sing and the female ghost can really howl.

First there was a burst of shallow sobs, and a moment later there was a violent storm, howling like lightning and thunder, like countless women who were being tortured but couldn't break free, their voices were mournful and mournful.

Song Xueqiao folded the fan in his hand, covered his ears and said, "Is this crying for injustice or mourning?"

The old monk Pei Wunian fell into samadhi, as if he hadn't heard of it, he slapped his palm on the wall painted with ghostly symbols, the wall shook, and then cracked several long cracks, exposing a piece of blackened red brick inside.

The howling seems to be much smaller suddenly, from a violent storm to a drizzle.

Song Xueqiao leaned over to the wall, raised his hand and knocked, "There is no one to hide in here."

Pei Wunian raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Then where do you think the man is hiding?"

The continuous drizzle was also uncomfortable, so Song Xueqiao plugged his ears again and looked at the ground, "Thin walls on all sides and a single tile on top of your head, where else do you think you can hide?"

Although the deserted temple was deserted, the floor tiles fit together perfectly. Pei Wunian took out Yunshan calmly and stabbed down with a sword. After the lightning and flint, only a thin piece of stone was cut off. Song Xueqiao wiped the body of the sword distressedly and said, "Why bother, this is a good weapon. The sword will reduce your lifespan by at least ten years with you."

"Ordinary stones can't hide from this sword." Pei Wunian picked up the stone and turned it around twice before frowning, "I can't get in here, go to interrogate that person."

Song Xueqiao knelt down next to each other, and said with a smile, "Why doesn't he say anything?"

Pei Wunian said lightly, "Then find someone to push here."

"No, no, no." Song Xueqiao shivered, and followed Yunshan's tassel baring his teeth, "Brother, this is a Buddhist site. It is enough for Taoist disciples to destroy a temple, and push the temple? Even if you come three years later A celestial flash in Qingtai ascended to become an immortal, and the Tathagata of the Western Paradise will not let you go."

Pei Wunian raised his eyebrows and his smile became stronger, "Then I'll send you to see Hades now, tell him to let him dig up this ground?"

Song Xueqiao knew this person's nature well, so he could only talk to him quickly, and he had no guts to do anything, so he pretended to be sad and took a step forward, "Then you might as well hack me to death now, and then burn it to relics on the spot , and bury it in the underground palace of the pagoda at the back, and I can do it without seeing the King of Hades... Hey, wait for me!"

Pei Wunian came to his senses when he heard the phrase pagoda, underground palace, and immediately got up and raised his hand to lightly cut off the iron chain that fastened the door behind the main hall. When the door was pushed open, another layer of rustling dust fell.

Song Xueqiao brushed the dust off his sleeves, followed quickly with a smile on his face, and did not forget to shout, "Be careful with your sword!"

Then I poked my head out to take a look, only to realize that the front yard is really clean compared to the back yard.

The moon and stars are sparse, and the backyard leads directly to an eight-story immeasurable pagoda. On the wall of the pagoda, there are eight seated Buddha statues from large to small.

The four bodhi ring towers are growing vigorously. The stone porch pillars in front of the tower have been broken, and they are stacked together in a miscellaneous manner. Trembling in the wind, only the swastika character still has a bit of solemn Buddhist atmosphere.

In front of the only vermilion gate of some color stood two huge lion-shaped soul-suppressing beasts.

The iron chains on the stone beast's body have been completely changed. The four ends are bitten in the mouth and trampled under the feet. A mosquito-like person is entwined like a spider weaving a web. watch them.

The veil had been removed by Pei Wunian, and his phoenix eyes were as dead ashes. If it wasn't for the criss-crossing black and blue scars on his face, he should be an unparalleled man.

Song Xueqiao nodded approvingly, "It turned out to be such a hanging method."