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Chi Heng went down the river, carefully distinguishing each shadow.

The shadows drifted away or disappeared one by one, but he couldn't find any familiar figure, and he stared blankly.Not long after, the wind picked up again, and the lotus lanterns drifted away, and the white shadows followed. The water gradually became cold, cool to the bone.

A gust of wind blows.

When Chi Heng woke up, the sky turned white and it was a brand new day. He lowered his head and saw that his feet had been immersed in the river water, no wonder it was so cold.

In July, pine nuts are ripe.

The pine trees on Green Bamboo Mountain were full of pine cones, Heng Jie and Heng Su took off the pine cones, smashed them open, and took out the pine nuts inside, they were white and smooth, with a strong pine fragrance.Heng Su took two of them in his hands and said to Chi Heng: "There are four treasures in Qingzhu Mountain, one of which is pine nuts. The monks at the foot of the mountain come up to the mountain every August and September to ask for some pine nuts."

There are also some big families who believe in Buddhism.

Giving is naturally richer than ordinary people. There is a big family at the foot of the mountain: Lin Fu.Since 20 years ago, Lin Fu has donated to Qingzhu Temple every year.The Lin Mansion didn't have any requirements, just ask for some pine nuts to make tea every year, so as to prolong life.Therefore, nine out of ten pine nuts in Qingzhu Temple are prepared for the Lin family.

Watching Lin Fu's sedan chair being carried up the mountain.

After staying for two days, he carried it down the mountain again. The abbot stood in front of the temple to see him off. Two days later, the incense burner on the incense table was replaced with a new one, the futon was also replaced, and even the tables and chairs were painted with new paint.

Chi Heng asked the abbot, "Is there any difference between high and low in believing in Buddhism?"

"No."

"Why would the abbot send it to the monastery only when the monks from the Lin Mansion go down the mountain?"

The abbot was silent for a long while: "The noble ones are honored by others, and the lowly ones are humbled by others. Buddhism is boundless. The donor only sees the nobleness of the layman, but not the Buddha in the layman's heart. How can he know whether the poor monk salutes the noble or the Buddha? "

Chi Heng was silent.

He felt that the abbot was trying to quibble, but he couldn't refute it. Looking at the stone road, there were already more than four hundred steps, although each step could only accommodate one person.Going down is a natural moat, with two broken walls facing each other, separated by three feet, and in the middle of the broken walls is an abyss of seven or eight feet, so pedestrians usually have to bypass this section of the road.

This circle is far away.

Chi Heng has seen the iron bridge in Yishan, the iron chains are tied at both ends, and pedestrians can help them.Entangle some iron chains in the middle of the bridge, and then lay wooden planks, although the life is frightening, at least it is a shortcut.If there is an iron bridge here, it will be much more convenient.

On this day, Chi Heng talked about the iron bridge.

Heng Su was startled, he seldom listened to Chi Heng's words, and said for a while, "I don't even know how to blacksmith a poor monk, why don't we invite some blacksmiths to come up after the autumn harvest, it is also a great good deed."

Chi Heng groaned, took a detour, and continued to dig the stone road on the other side of the broken wall.

This time, it is far away. Every time Heng Su brings him food, he has to go around a big circle. Sometimes he does not go back to the temple when he is late in chanting. Songtao rises and falls, he closes his eyes and realizes the Buddha, and as time goes by, he has gained quite a lot.

Heng Su recited scriptures more diligently than before.

There are not many papers in Qingzhu Temple and they are extremely precious. When Heng Su encounters difficulties, he uses branches to make gestures on the ground.Seeing that he was working hard, Chi Heng once went back to the monastery to take a bath, picked a few excellent bamboos and cut them down, and cut them into long pieces overnight. After drying, they are strung together with ropes to form bamboo slips.

Many diabolo slips filled the entire side room.

Heng Su was very moved when he saw it.

Since then, he has become more devout.Whenever a layman with some knowledge comes up, Heng Su takes out bamboo slips and asks the layman to write down the scriptures they have read.Every time he went down the mountain for alms or went to other temples, he ran even more diligently, copying all the scriptures, sometimes it was paper, and sometimes he just carried a large scroll of bamboo slips.

The accumulation of less becomes more, and Heng Su's enlightenment is also advancing thousands of miles.

Hundreds of years later, Qingzhu Temple has become a huge temple, with three main halls and seven main halls, etc. There is an endless stream of pilgrims, literati and poets who come to worship Buddha.They went to Qingzhu Temple, firstly to worship Buddha, and secondly to read Qingzhu Temple's breathtaking ancient Buddhist scripture bamboo slip building, all of which are filled with rare and precious Buddhist scriptures.There are also scriptures written by Heng Su himself, and those ancient bamboo slips were all cut down by Chi Heng in the past.

This is a later story, so I won't show it here.

In August, the weather turns cooler and the autumn air is crisp. Some leaves turn from green to colorful colors. The mountains and forests become deeper and deeper, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus can be smelled secretly.

Mid-Autumn Festival.

Chi Heng returned to the temple again.

Little Lizi is also familiar with him, and knows that he can catch fish, make bamboo slips, and maybe even build a house.Before taking a bath, he looked fierce with unkempt hair, but he looked very handsome after washing up, he was not hungry at all, and he was very strong. Of course, Xiao Lizi was very envious, so he ran to get him clothes.

Seeing that both Heng Jie and Heng Su were chanting sutras, he dragged Chi Heng to ask for mooncakes. At first it was a temptation, but later seeing that Chi Heng was not annoyed, he became more coquettish.

Chi Heng took him to the kitchen and took a piece of pastry.

Little Lizi ate with relish, wiped his mouth after eating and asked curiously: "Can benefactor Chi Heng know how to juggle knives? Brother Heng Su hid a big knife, he said it was yours, and he said he was not allowed to tell you... I like watching people juggle It's a big knife, Chi Heng benefactor will show me, okay?"

Chi Heng was taken aback.

Knife?

What knife?When Xiao Lizi pulled out the heavy knife, Chi Heng was stunned. Suddenly, there was a throbbing pain in his heart, which made him unable to straighten up.Chi Heng stepped forward, held up the knife, stroked along the blade, the knife was covered with a layer of dust.

The past reappears in front of our eyes.

Chi Heng put the knife back where it was, shook his head and said, "I won't."

As soon as he was solemn, Xiao Lizi didn't dare to move.That night, Chi Heng tossed and turned, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of the images in his mind that shouldn't be there, such as the light of swords, the shadow of swords, and bloody wantonness.Chi Heng took a sharp breath, straightened up, ran into the spring pool, submerged his whole body, held his breath for a while before coming up, and exhaled fiercely.

Late at night, the air is clear, soaking in the water, and the wind blows, it will be cold.

After dipping for ten rounds anyway, he came out, ran to the stone steps and continued to chisel the stone.After chiseling for a long time, he was tired. He went to the ground and looked up at the sky. The moon was extremely round on August [-]th, and the moon moved slowly.Chi Heng doesn't have much comprehension, and he can't comprehend any Zen meaning. He just feels that looking at the full moon, his heart gradually calms down.

The past was turned page by page.

Even though the waves are ups and downs, it is not as impetuous as before, and the heart is no longer wilderness, but the turbidity turns to turbidity, and the clearness turns to clearness.

After a night of autumn dew, Chi Heng woke up the next day with half of his face wet.

In September, it was frost, and it was still cold wrapped in two clothes. During the day, Chi Heng didn’t care. Every time he cut stones, he sweated profusely. At night, he couldn’t bear the cold, but he didn’t want to go back to the temple, because he walked around for half a day.

Heng Su couldn't beat him either.

So they built a simple thatched shed on the side of the road to withstand the wind and cold. In short, Chi Heng lived like a savage.One day, he was seriously digging the stone road, when he suddenly heard a commotion, and looked again, Heng Su led seven or eight men over, all of them were blacksmiths and craftsmen.

After this day, the Green Bamboo Mountain became lively, day and night you could hear the whirring of bellows, the crackling of flames, and the tinkling of forging posts.

The blacksmiths worked extremely hard, and soon the iron chain thicker than an arm was finished.

Chi Heng knocked out a hole in the stone himself, and firmly embedded the iron chain into the stone.Forging iron is hard work, let alone building an iron bridge.Chi Heng led the blacksmith day and night like training soldiers, not to mention the hardships involved.Originally, the blacksmiths estimated that it would take three months to complete the construction, but the extremely careful layout in Chiheng turned out to be the iron bridge in mid-October.

At this point, Chi Heng didn't stop, and let the blacksmiths continue to dig the road.Second, let Heng Jie and Heng Su go down the mountain, and told the news while begging for alms.

Not long after, all the towns and villages under Qingzhu Mountain knew that an iron bridge had been built in Qingzhu Temple.

So from October onwards, pious pilgrims came to the temple one after another. Although the road underneath was still not open, they reached the iron bridge after passing that section.Buddhist activities have immeasurable merits and virtues, and Chi Heng let the craftsmen spread the news, saying that if they cultivate a few steps, they are also accumulating Yin virtues.This rumor was mostly based on rumours, and when it was spread later, it turned out that the abbot turned into a celestial being by climbing the stone road after accumulating great merit due to the road construction.

Everyone is curious, although it is cold, there are difficulties and no difficulties, and they all rush to worship Buddha.

For a while, Qingshan Temple was crowded with people.

Originally, only Chi Heng and those craftsmen were digging the road, some benefactors who couldn't afford the incense money came, and asked the abbot if he could also dig the road, the abbot naturally agreed.With more people and more strength, the stone road was repaired even faster. After a while, the stone knife road was almost repaired.

In November, the weather turned cold, and the blacksmiths couldn't bear to go back. Chi Heng agreed.

Because of the snow, there are very few pilgrims coming up the mountain.

Chi Heng became a person again.

It was easy to calm down, but the snow-covered stone road melted and froze, and was soon covered with a layer of ice that was so hard that people could not stand on it, let alone dig the road.Chi Heng went back to the temple and rested.

I really can't be idle, and I panic when I am idle.

There are four people in the temple: the old abbot is studying Zen and enlightening Taoism, Heng Su is studying hard, little chestnut is ignorant and only knows how to play all day long, and there is only one constant precept left.From the matter of building the stone road, Heng Jie also admires Chi Heng's perseverance and talent.Seeing Chi Heng always sitting in front of the stone Buddha in a daze, Heng Jie chattered about current affairs with him.

Although Chi Heng didn't like to chat with him.

After all, it is better than being left alone.

Qingzhu Temple is a quiet place, and Shuzhou is barely quiet, but other places are already in unreasonable chaos.Today it was the rebellious army who stepped over with iron hooves, and that day it was the general who swung his whip.

Chi Heng got a headache when he heard it, so he stood up and left without saying a word.

Hang Hengjie was so angry that his nose was smoking.

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