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This should be regarded as idealism.

No matter which doctrine, in short, under the condition of not violating the precepts, Ji Mo also held a wooden stick and followed Guangji to the temple on the mountain. The temple was in disrepair for a long time, and some of the walls were cracked and collapsed. I don’t know if it was a dog The hole was still planed by some animal, and the obvious hole on the side wall seemed to be able to drill a child.

"Amitabha."

Seeing the crooked courtyard gate again, Guangji had a bad premonition in his heart, it must be deserted.

The cold wind blows the knee-high grass beside the courtyard gate, and there seems to be some creaking sounds, like a ghost house in the mountains.

The light is already dim, no matter whether the temple is good or bad, it is destined to make do with it tonight, it is too unsafe to go down the mountain after dark.

Thinking this way, Guangji brought Ji Mo forward.

The first things the two of them consumed along the way were the dry food and water they brought with them. When they got here, the few big burdens they had at the beginning were almost exhausted. Now, each of them has a burden for changing and washing clothes, and Guangji has to carry an extra burden. some scriptures.

"Kang, kuang, kuang", the sound of knocking on the door sounded, and the lonely mountain forest was particularly loud.

This was a symbolic knock on the door, which was regarded as a courtesy, but Guangji didn't expect that when he was going to push the door to enter after knocking, he found that there was still a deadbolt inside.

The door has been crooked for a long time, and the door bolt looks cracked, but since there is a door bolt, it is not completely deserted.

"Is anyone there? We're here to place an order."

Ji Mo stepped forward and greeted inside with a loud voice. He is still a child now, and most of the time he will not be scary.

A trembling voice came from inside, mixed with the sound of the wind, like a candle that was about to be blown away by the wind at any moment, "You guys, come in, there's nothing left, you can't stop anyone." There seemed to be a huge hidden meaning in the words, Guangji pushed the door again, and unexpectedly found that the door, the part connected to the door frame, was actually opened, but it was only concealed, and the door bolt was like a blindfold, to prevent gentlemen from not guarding against small things. people.

The wild temple in the deep mountain is cold and deserted, always like the beginning of a ghost movie.

Ji Mo boldly stepped forward and moved the door panel away to reveal a gap for them to enter by themselves. After entering, he closed the door panel again as if closing the door.

After entering the temple, the scene I saw was not better than the outside, but there were indeed people there. The big hole in the corner should not have been intentionally maintained. The inside was not blocked, but a big hole was dug. When Ji Mo walked by, he went to A probe was probed inside, and there was no trap in the pit, it was just a simple earth pit, and the digging was not very smooth.

It was dilapidated all the way, with cobweb-covered palace doors, torn window paper, and that old, dusty color that seemed impossible to clean.

Entering the hall, the sight was no better, but I found a bedding fortress huddled in a corner.

A bed that should not have appeared in the corner was placed there. It was covered with bedding and surrounded by a circle of bedding. It seemed that this method was used to maintain the temperature of the person on the bed. The coughing sound came from inside. Listen to the sound , It should be the old voice who spoke just now.

"There are no more candles, you can live wherever you want."

That voice didn't poke its head out from the bed curtain, and spoke like this while suppressing a cough.

Guangji bowed and saluted, thanked him, and told about his family background: "The poor monk Guangji came from Fahua Temple. He intends to visit various temples and compile scriptures. He heard that there are temples nearby. But face to face with the host?"

"If you had come two years earlier, you would still have seen incense, but now, the host is long gone."

The old monk said this through the bed curtain, and told them about the changes in this temple. It was not something difficult to understand, and there was no natural or man-made disaster. It was that the old abbot accepted three disciples, and after the old abbot died The three disciples competed for the position of host, one framed the other, but in the end no one escaped. The old host seemed to be biased, and only favored the three disciples. The other disciples, the sons of the nearby farmers, had long been Dissatisfied, seeing the three disciples so virtuous, each of them was disheartened and dispersed one after another.

They didn't have a serious degree or something in the past, but now they are scattered, and they should return to the vulgar, or continue to be a farmer, or go to a distant place to do business. As they walk, the temple is empty, and the old monk is left. When I went to the temple, I didn't have much skill, and now I'm old and have nowhere to go, so I just stayed here to live.

"There is nothing else in this temple. If you want to live, you can live there."

After telling them to "live as they please", the old monk stopped talking.

The bed curtain was so airtight that no light could be seen in the hall, and Ji Mo didn't approach rashly, but looked at Guangji and asked him to make up his mind.

"So, thank you very much."

After Guangji thanked him, he first took Ji Mo to pay homage to the Buddha in the hall, then took Ji Mo out, found a random place in the side room outside, cleaned it up a bit, and stayed there temporarily.

The two of them went out without a quilt on their backs, but a coarse cloth that could be used as a bed sheet. Ji Mo gathered some hay, covered it with the coarse cloth, and spread it out as far as possible before letting Guangji lie down.

Guangji has lit a fire first. Living in the mountains late at night, there is no fire without fire. Firstly, it can prevent wild animals and mosquitoes, and secondly, it can keep warm from the cold. The wood used for burning is the old tables and chairs. .

The tables and chairs with mortise and tenon structure are also easy to disassemble. Guangji disassembled them with bare hands, and soon built a fire, and put some dry grass on it to start the fire.

When the fire was lit, the room instantly became much warmer.

Ji Mo was not idle either. After making the bed, he moved tables and chairs to block the door. He was afraid that small animals and the like would enter through the door when he was deeply asleep at night. Yes, the window paper is damaged, and the night wind blows in, blowing the flames down.

The two of them didn't eat at night, and they shared a bowl of wonton at noon. They didn't feel it when they were busy, but when they calmed down, they felt their stomachs were flat.

I don't know who's belly groaned, Guangji glanced at Ji Mo, and Ji Mo also looked up at Guangji, their eyes met each other, both of them seemed a bit disappointed, they were thinking about the free food on the mountain.

Thinking a bit sinisterly, could it be that there is still food in the monastery, but the old monk is old and frail, so he wants to keep the food for his own use and refuses to share it with them?

If the temple is really deserted and no one is there, Ji Mo can confidently go to various houses to search for something that can be eaten and used. Du Yi is not an ordained monk, but after all, he is a master, so it is not good to do such a thing behind the master's back.

Furthermore, if there were, they would not be hungry after eating one meal, and they would have to work hard for the next meal. For the old monk, they might not be able to continue a certain meal and starve to death.

Thinking of such a result, you can't willfully search for other people's food storage for a moment of hunger and satiation.

"Go to bed early and get up early tomorrow. There may be some food in the mountains. I didn't pay attention when I came here on the way. I just have to take a look when I go down the mountain."

Guangji didn't worry too much, it was normal for him to be hungry and full.

When going up the mountain, Guangji took Ji Mo to recite the scriptures silently, and now he will not let him recite the scriptures anymore. He made an agreement with Ji Mo to guard the fire by himself and let him sleep first. In the middle of the night, Ji Mo Change to Guangji.

"it is good."

This kind of treatment is required for staying outside.

It's not to guard against the old monk next door, but such a deserted temple, there may be some wild things hidden, so don't worry, it really puts your life in the hands of the Buddha, life and death only depend on the Ming Dynasty.

There was nothing to do all night, and when he got up early the next day, Guangji took Ji Mo to do morning class. He didn't deliberately go to the next door, but directly recited scriptures silently in the room. After two times, he took Ji Mo to talk to the old man. The monk bid farewell.

If the situation in the temple is like this, they will not be able to complete the order, so they can only leave early.

It was late last night and I couldn't see clearly. When I got up early today, under the morning light, Ji Mo discovered that there were many traces of smoke and fire on the courtyard walls here. It was probably caused by the old monk cooking together, so it is not easy to blame.

The two of them entered the hall. The bed curtains around the bed had been laid flat. Several quilts were dilapidated, mixed with gray and black, and even the cotton wadding coming out of the hole was black.

The old monk was nowhere to be seen, so Guangji and Ji Mo searched separately, but no one was there. Ji Mo thought that the old man would wake up earlier, because he was not an orthodox monk, so he might not know how to do morning classes, maybe he would start early. I went to the mountains to find food.

Hearing what Ji Mo said, Guangji felt it was reasonable, and nodded: "In that case, let's go down the mountain first."

Finding a piece of burnt firewood, Guangji wrote a sentence on the ground of the main hall. It is not known whether the old monk can read or not, but he had no choice but to say goodbye.

At this time, there are many trees on the mountain bearing fruit, but there are big trees beside the road, the fruit is so high that only birds can peck it, and people below cannot touch it. Others, scattered red spots hang on the branches of the bushes, It's okay to look at, but it's small and sour, the more you eat, the hungrier you get, and you still have teeth.

There were also thorny shrubs, which were inconvenient to pick. Ji Mo and Guangji just picked some by hand, and then strode down the mountain. After this walk, they entered yesterday's town, and it was noon.

After going up and down the mountain, both of them had a lot of scratches on their bodies, making them even more embarrassed. When Guangji befriended others again, he lost a little calmness.

Even the beggars were too late to choose, so I could only choose an old lady who looked okay. The old lady was just about to go out, but was stopped by Guangji. Hearing what he was asking for, she looked at the two of them, master and apprentice, Xu Out of pity, he opened the door and asked the two to wait by the door.

After a while, he took out some millet porridge and covered it with a few vegetable leaves, "There is nothing good at home, this is left over from the morning, master, if you don't mind, just use it."

"Amitabha, thank you benefactor."

Guangji poured the millet porridge back into his own bowl, returned the bowl to the other party, and thanked him again.

Such a beggar candidate does not meet Guangji's usual standards. Guangji couldn't help explaining: "I wanted to place an order on the mountain, but where did I think..."

"I can't go, I can't go, I can't go to the mountain!" The old lady also burned incense and worshiped Buddha in the past, and when she heard the words "on the mountain", she even tried to dissuade her, and she seemed a little frightened.

It was really weird for her to react like this. Guangji asked a little more, and heard another ghost movie version of the story of the deserted temple. Two years ago, there was a fire in the temple, and everyone died in the fire.After that, it was rumored that it was haunted by ghosts, and no one dared to go there, so the incense in the temple was cut off.