Countryside Rhapsody

The steep mountains rise from the ground, and layers of frosty red maple leaves are exposed to the water, as if after a heavy rain, the round water drops on the leaves will drip down into the dust along the veins of the leaves under the direct sunlight.

On the winding mountain road, there are stone steps paved with bluestone slabs, step by step, as if the doom of this world is buried in the green moss.

The wind rustled, blowing the red leaves and falling on the stone steps, like a golden red carpet, when the feet stepped on it, it made a crisp sound, as if breaking a piece of earthly fate.

The proud landlord wears small brown cloth boots with laces on his feet, and the cloth boots hidden in his white dress lightly step over the bluestone slab, and every step he takes will cause a bell to ring.

One sound, long and solemn, conveying the profound power of Buddhism, cleansing away the demons of the traveler, and keeping the heart clean.

Step by step, it is the footsteps of the Buddha. The proud landlord looked devout, looking at the sound and shadow floating in mid-air with his eyes closed, and sighed softly.

The temple is hidden behind the red maples all over the mountains and plains. There is still a little snow on the black tiles of the eaves, and the ground is empty. A huge "卍" character is paved with cobblestones, which means that Buddhism is boundless. And above the door frame outside the courtyard, there is a piece of On the time-honored wooden sign, there are four big characters that have weathered the wind and frost - being in the same place.

The original name of the temple was not on the wall of the temple, but at the foot of the mountain where the proud owner came. It was engraved on a rock, with a strong pen and strong iron bones. The three characters of Mingri Temple have gradually faded after years of time. The figure was blocked by frost leaves.

Pushing open the door, the proud landlord went straight into the temple, and bowed to the old monk who was meditating in the Buddhist hall: "Master Mingkong, the proud landlord pays another visit."

"You're still here." Putting down the wooden mallet for beating the wooden fish, Master Ming Kong slowly opened his eyes and stood up, no longer turning his back to the landlord: "You have fulfilled your promise, but I don't know whether I should be happy."

"Since the host has agreed to the master, naturally he will not disappoint the master." The proud host straightened up, and with a flick of his sleeves, Fu Tingfang, who was high above the sky, slowly fell, and was in the middle of the two: "I will send him off. I'm back, and I'll return to Zhao."

"Yes." Master Ming Kong stepped forward, raised his hand to caress Fu Tingfang's eyebrows and eyes: "It even gave him a foundation that is better than before."

"This is thanks to the master for giving me the gem, otherwise how can I make them two become one and return to the original?"

"That is my thank you gift, why do you bother?" Master Mingkong looked up at the proud landlord: "So, how can I accept it?"

"It's a pity that the deceased is like a husband, and he can't give up day and night." The proud landlord smiled and didn't care: "Master, it's too late for you to regret it now."

"You still haven't changed." Master Mingkong sighed: "This time the calamity has come, and history has deviated, how should you deal with yourself?"

"History always has some deviations, even if it is printed in black and white, it may not be the real history." The proud landlord said: "But, since it is a destined ending, it must return to the inevitable ending. All the struggles are just in vain. Gong madness."

"One step is wrong, every step is wrong." Master Mingkong shook his head: "Once Broken Immortal Bridge becomes Immortal Bridge again, what awaits you is not only the execution tens of thousands of years ago."

"Since I survived, it means that I should not die." When Master Mingkong mentioned the capital punishment he had experienced, the proud landlord's expression remained unchanged, as if he had been dissected and cut out the bones and removed the immortal's body by Thor. The person who was whipped 570 times with the whip and burned for 980 days by the fire of the underworld is not like her.

The god of thunder whipped his whip, and the whip turned into thunder.

It also has the ability to corrode the flesh, break bones, and break up the eight meridians.

Waiting for the underworld fire, which was born from the underworld and burns all ghosts, is the fire demon in the demon fire.

It turns into ashes when touched, and becomes powder when touched.

Torn heart and lungs, shattered soul, and shattered all cultivation bases.

Leisurely Minghuo has always had the title of Mo Leisurely.

"Unfortunately, I survived." Waking up from the memories, the proud host opened his eyes, his dark eyes looked at Master Mingkong in front of him: "My destiny is my destiny."

"The destiny will not be with you forever." Master Mingkong looked at the proud landlord: "Besides, those people will not sit still, they have been looking for your whereabouts."

"Why worry?" The proud landlord smiled, not worried about his own life at all: "Even if they can really find me, it should be another story, but now, the protagonist of the story is not me, this Xunfangdian Master Mingkong doesn't know about the ups and downs outside the small secret realm, right?"

"The endless wind and rain is a characteristic of China. Even if it has been closed for 500 years, the small secret place of Xunfangdian will no longer be a paradise."

"Yes, the person who can forcibly open the passage of the secret realm must have a good cultivation base, and even have unusual means."

"Are you planning to act?"

The proud landlord shook his head: "Master Ming Kong, the protagonist of this story is not me, now that I have achieved fame and success, it is the way of heaven to retire.②"

"The sky does not forgive people, how can you stay out of it?"

"Master Ming Kong, don't you understand what I can do for you?" The proud landlord smiled: "In today's world, who can compete with me?"

"Responsibility and competence have always been complementary."

"However, no one can cheat." The proprietor proudly smiled at the stern Master Mingkong: "I believe that Master Mingkong understands the current situation better than I do. I am in the dark to set things right. I am in the light, but my hands are tied."

Looking at a white cloud in the sky, Master Ming Kong sighed: "It's a pity."

"Yes." The proud landlord nodded: "In this world, beautiful things have always been broken up for future generations to see.③"

"You have made up your mind, so I won't keep you anymore." Master Ming Kong looked at the proud landlord: "But you have to remember, there is always an old friend waiting for you here."

"When the fate comes, we will meet each other." The proud homeowner took one last look at Fu Tingfang: "I hope this time, he can go straight to bliss, and there will be no worries in the pure land."

"I hope this time, you can go back to Fuyao and enjoy yourself in the sky."

Master Mingkong looked at the figure of the proud host and disappeared outside the gate of Mingri Temple without a trace, just like what the proud host said, she is not the protagonist of this story, So there won't be too many traces left, but the merits of stirring up the situation must be counted to her.

Putting his hands on Fu Tingfang's chest, Master Mingkong looked down at his disciple and sighed. The time to join the WTO has come, and he doesn't know how far he can go this time.

Master Mingkong turned around and walked towards the Buddhist hall. Fu Tingfang followed him and floated into the Buddhist hall and landed on the ground.

Master Mingkong sat down slowly, picked up the gavel, continued to chant scriptures, and prayed for his disciples.

When Fu Tingfang opened his eyes, his head was dizzy. For a moment, he felt that many fragmentary pictures flashed in his mind. After thinking about it carefully, he couldn't remember anything. He rubbed his head and opened his eyes wide. Is in a Buddhist hall.

The majestic Buddha statue looked at him with compassion and gentleness, and Fu Tingfang was attracted by the Buddha statue the moment he saw the Buddha statue, forgetting everything, as if the Buddha appeared in front of him, as if seeing the pure land of bliss above the clouds, as if hearing When I heard the bursts of Sanskrit sounds, I seemed to see the merciful Sakyamuni.

"Amitabha." The voice behind Fu Tingfang startled Fu Tingfang, and all the illusions in front of him disappeared in an instant.

Fu Tingfang turned her head and saw an old monk dressed in black clothes, and hurriedly saluted with clasped hands: "Master."

"The poor monk's name is Mingkong." Mingkong's cloudy eyes were swollen and there was a hint of a smile. The Fu Tingfang who appeared in front of him now was exactly the same as when he first met many years ago, the same bewildered, and the same enviable Buddhism.

It's just that this Fu Tingfang is less resentful and more ethereal than the previous Fu Tingfang.

No worries.

Only those who are free from obstacles can achieve great success.

Fu Tingfang looked left and right, but he didn't see the figure of the host who came with him, so he asked: "Master Mingkong, have you seen the girl who came with me?"

"If you're asking about the proud landlord, then she has already left."

"Ah?" Fu Tingfang never thought that the landlord would leave him here alone: ​​"Then what should I do now?"

"Benefactor, do you know where this is." Looking at Fu Tingfang who was flustered, Master Mingkong's eyes flashed a look of nostalgia: "This is Mingri Temple."

The word Mingri Temple was hit on the head, Fu Tingfang finally came to his senses, and immediately became a wooden chicken. Back then at the banquet, the proprietor proudly announced that he would let himself enter the Temple of Tomorrow, and Fu Tingfang, like others, felt that the proprietor proudly said Big talk.

But now he is at Mingri Temple, and the person in front of him is a legendary legend in the Buddhist world.

Everything happened too suddenly, but the person who brought it all had already left, which made Fu Tingfang unacceptable, and he couldn't grasp the countless thoughts flashing through his dumbfounded head.

Fu Tingfang has always understood that he is not a lucky person, nor does he have any talent, otherwise he would not have been living in a daze, and was bullied by his aunt and half-brother, but now he has the gift that fell from the sky. A great gift.

Not knowing what to do, Fu Tingfang knelt down in front of Master Mingkong with a plop: "Master, please be respected by disciples."

"Are you willing to become a monk in my Mingri Temple?" Looking at Fu Tingfang who was kneeling on the ground, Master Mingkong showed a gratified expression on his face: "Fu family has always respected the Buddhism of the North, and Mingri Temple cannot allow you to fight for power in Fu family." go one step further.”

"Since Fu Tingfang has chosen to become a monk, the disputes in the secular world have nothing to do with me." Fu Tingfang lowered his eyes: "Fu's children entered Buddhism just to complete the three-year practice task, but I am different, not only three years, 30 years, 300 years No matter, even if it is 3000 years, as long as Fu Tingfang is still alive, he will be a monk of Mingri Temple and will never change."

"You have the fate of Buddha and the root of wisdom." Master Mingkong looked at Fu Tingfang: "It's just that you haven't understood the fate of the world, and you can't shave your hair now. I can accept you as a lay disciple. When everything is over, I will naturally bring you back. Shave your hair and become a monk."

"Everything depends on the master."

"Since you have become a monk, I will take a Dharma name for you, named Wugou. I hope you will correct your body, even if you are in Wujian, your heart will not change."

"Follow the master's instructions."

"Wugou, you've been out for a long time now, you should go home and report your safety." While speaking, Master Mingkong took out a set of monk robes and handed them to Fu Tingfang: "Put it on, let's go. "

"Yes."

The opening of the Xunfangdian Small Secret Realm once caused many troubles. Qin Xuanmin had countless troubles in his heart. His daughter ran away from home without any news, and claimed to take Fu Tingfang to Mingri Temple before the Xunfangdian Small Secret Realm was closed. Find Master Mingkong; his eldest son Qin Boran made a bet with Duolingjun to get the nine-turn glazed lantern and left home; Looking covetously, and thinking about the wolves and leopards waiting to see Qin's jokes, it is impossible for Qin Xuanmin to feel better.

There is still a quarter of an hour before Xunfangdian Small Secret Realm will be closed. People who have entered the trial have come out one after another, and the disciples of the Qin family have already assembled, waiting for Xunfangdian Small Secret Realm to close.

But now, the whispers everywhere couldn't escape the ears of Qin Xuanmin who was in the out-of-body period, and they were all about Xie Fangchen's boasting at the banquet.

Just when those people's words became more and more unscrupulous, there was a sudden change on the Chuhua River. The rumbling sound stuck everyone's mocking words in their throats, and as the secret realm was closed bit by bit, a The mountain gradually emerged from the water, and the frosty leaves were red maple, and the red flowers were more beautiful than February.

An ancient temple on the mountain, hidden behind layers of red and yellow leaves, bursts of Sanskrit sounds came out, and the fragrance of lotus flowers came out. At the moment when the secret realm was closed, Master Mingkong led Fu Tingfang in gray robe Appeared in the astonished eyes of the crowd.

The three big characters of Mingri Temple were printed in everyone's eyes.

The person who mocked Xie Fangchen couldn't even close his mouth, and his face turned red.

"Sect Master Qin, it's been a long time."

"Master, why are you here?" It was Qin Xuanmin who came to his senses first, suppressed all his surprise and quickly said, "I haven't seen you for many years, have you been retreating here?"

"Yes." Master Mingkong did not deny it: "Now the time to join the WTO has come, and this one is my new disciple."

Fu Haotian looked at Fu Tingfang who had changed into a monk's robe with complicated expressions, while Fu Sheng was proud of his pride, while Lurui and her son on the side gritted their silver teeth.

Fu Haotian could notice that Fu Tingfang's temperament had changed. The lay disciple of Mingri Temple who had exactly the same appearance as Fu Tingfang in front of him made him a little strange. Fu Tingfang standing behind Master Mingkong no longer looked cowardly. Facing himself, he never showed timidity.

Fu Haotian knew that this was Fu Tingfang's home.

"I don't know if the master knows the whereabouts of the little girl?" Compared with Fu Tingfang, Qin Xuanmin was more concerned about Xie Fangchen saying goodbye to them suddenly. After all, Fu Tingfang was someone else's child, and Xie Fangchen was his own daughter. Parents, who is not anxious?

"Sect Master Qin, don't worry." Master Mingkong comforted softly: "Your daughter, she has her own fate."

Hearing Master Mingkong's tone, Qin Xuanmin knew that it was inconvenient for Master Mingkong to talk too much, thinking that perhaps Master Mingkong didn't know about Xie Fangchen's whereabouts, he couldn't help but sighed: "I haven't had a family relationship, and I've been parted, how can I not be impatient? "

"She is Kunpeng." Master Mingkong reassured him: "It will rise by itself, and the world will naturally let her travel thousands of miles. Sect Master Qin, you should worry about her now, not her."

The author has something to say:

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① "The Analects of Confucius Zihan"

② "Lao Tzu"

③The original sentence comes from Mr. Lu Xun: "Tragedy is to destroy beautiful things for others to see."

Regarding Mr. Lu Xun's words, I recommend Maupassant's representative work "Suet Ball", which is deeply touched.