Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Qing Huan has to admit that sometimes her luck is really bad.For example, when you get on a bus and the bus breaks down halfway, you finally hailed a taxi.Maybe he was really too tired, Qing Huan fell asleep again in the taxi, if Xue Yuan, who was traveling with him, didn't wake him up, he wouldn't know where he would have gone to sleep.

When I got out of the car, I was still a little confused. When I woke up, I saw the simple and quiet temple gate.A few ancient pines stood tall outside the door, and the crowns of the trees were connected together, covering the light above the head. When a gust of wind blew, Qing Huan couldn't help shivering.

At this time, a bell sounded from inside—"Dang—dang—"

"Come on, let's go in and have a look." Xue Yuan said to Qing Huan.

"Ah."

Qing Huan walked inside and thought, this White Horse Temple is really clean, it really is a Buddhist pure place, but it is only on weekdays, if there are holidays, there will probably be many people visiting.

The gate of the temple is half open, and you can see the ground paved with stone slabs when you enter. This kind of building stone was commonly used before the Sui and Tang Dynasties. Later, large temples switched to materials such as blue bricks. It really is an ancient temple with a long history. .Looking up, you can see the deterrent swallowing beasts and hanging beasts on the main hall. The architectural style is similar to the palace, which is the specification of Zengguo Temple.

"Do you want to go in?" Xue Yuan asked Qing Huan.

Qing Huan nodded, and the two walked slowly into the main hall. There was only a five-meter-long golden Buddha statue in the main hall. The Buddha sat on the lotus platform with his left hand on his knees, and his right hand on his right knee. , with the palm facing inward and the fingers pointing to the ground, this gesture means that the earth bears witness and sacrifices all words and deeds to save all living beings. It is a common image of enlightenment.

Qing Huan looked up at the Buddha statue, with benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes, and there seemed to be compassion in the lacquered eyes. That is the true equality of all beings.Qing Huan looked at it and felt that her heart seemed to have gained a moment of peace...

"Qing Huan, why is there no one in this White Horse Temple?" Xue Yuan seemed a little bored at the side.

Qing Huan came back to her senses, pointed to the flowers, fruits and incense candles enshrined in front of the Buddha and said, "There must be someone, look, these flowers and fruits are very fresh, and the incense candles were just replaced."

"Then where have they all gone?" Xue Yuan was very surprised.

"Maybe... I went to do my homework." In fact, Qing Huan also had some doubts in her heart—it's fine if there are no tourists or believers, why can't even see a monk...

The two walked around the main hall, but no one came.When walking out of the main hall, Xue Yuan asked, "Why is White Horse Temple called White Horse Temple?"

"Because two eminent Indian monks came here with white horse camels to carry Buddhist scriptures and Buddha statues, Emperor Han Ming ordered people to build a temple and named it 'White Horse Temple' to commemorate the contribution of white horse camel sutras."

"Is there a white horse in the White Horse Temple?"

This question is funny, Qing Huan replied lightly: "No, but there are two Song Dynasty stone horses at the gate of the temple. According to legend, they were brought here by the abbot of the White Horse Temple..." Suddenly Qing Huan felt that something was wrong... He was surprised , walked quickly to the temple gate.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Qing Huan didn't answer - the temple gate has three holes in one gate, they entered through the half-opened front gate just now, but now, the temple gate is tightly closed.Qing Huan tried hard to push the door, but the door didn't budge.He picked up a stone from the ground and threw it outside the high wall. He had clearly passed the high wall, but the stone seemed to encounter some resistance and bounced back by itself.

"This..." Xue Yuan also picked up a stone and threw it, but the result was the same as Qing Huan's. He was dumbfounded—"This...what's going on?"

"You were outside just now, did you see the stone horse?" Qing Huan asked in a low voice.

"Stone horse... no." Xue Yuan frowned: "Didn't you just say that there are two stone horses at the gate? Could it be that we came to the wrong place, isn't this the White Horse Temple?"

"No..." Qing cheered, "This should be the White Horse Temple...but, it's not the current White Horse Temple..."

"What do you mean?" Xue Yuan looked suspicious.

Qing Huan ignored him, took out his mobile phone, the signal bar on the screen was empty, he dialed a number, but the notification he got was that he could not make a call...

He turned and looked around—why didn't he see it?From the very beginning, there was no one there, and the buildings here, every brick and tile, were all weird...

Qing Huan suddenly ran to the back of the hall, Xue Yuan hurriedly chased after him——

"Hey, where are you going? Wait for me!!!"

Qing Huan ran around, from one temple to another, but still didn't see a single person.

Panting, he sat down on the stone steps and swallowed - there was really no one.But everything from the main hall to the courtyard was cleaned up, and incense and candles were provided. It was obvious that someone took care of it, but why couldn't anyone be found.

Xue Yuan tightened his backpack, panting and said to Qing Huan in a low voice: "Qing Huan, what do you think is going on? We shouldn't... hell... meet a ghost and hit the wall, right?"

Qing Huan glanced at him: "I never asked you to come with me."

"But... I just came to the White Horse Temple to play, how could I expect it to become like this..." Xue Yuan looked at the sky: "It's going to be dark, just like in a ghost story, is it true that when it gets dark, the ghosts will appear?" Come out... Will we die here..."

"Even if you die, it means that your life should die here."

"I don't want to die..." Xue Yuan said pitifully.

"Then follow me and don't run around."

Qing Huan herself was a little confused as to what kind of power behind this made him fall into this place... If it was really a ghost, what purpose did it have? ...

However, Xue Yuan is right, the dark is a troublesome thing.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, it was completely dark.

Qing Huan looked up at the sky, it was full moon.

"Wow--"

The sudden cry made Qing Huan frown: "What are you doing?"

"It's on! It's on!!"

Qing Huan turned around and looked over, and sure enough, all the oil lamps in the hall were lit.Qing Huan walked in, and Xue Yuan followed closely behind him.

The joss stick that was almost burnt out when I saw it an hour ago turned out to be new again, as if it had just been replaced by someone—this feeling is like there is one, or more than one, people that I can't see. doing daily work...

Qing Huan thought of a movie "Silent Hill". In the movie, different spaces exist at the same time. They are obviously in the same place, and they can feel each other's existence, but they can't see each other...

Xue Yuan's stomach growled at this moment—"I'm sorry, I'm really hungry..." Xue Yuan was a little embarrassed.

Xue Yuan focused on those offerings, and Qing Huan shook her head: "It's the offerings of the Buddha. If you eat them, even the Buddha won't bless you, so you really don't have to go out."

"..." Xue Yuan sighed: "Then what should I do if I starve to death..."

"Didn't we see a house behind it just now? It seems to be inhabited. Let's go there and have a look."

"Yeah."

Qing Huan knelt down to the Buddha statue, read a few words, then raised an oil lamp to illuminate it, and said to Xue Yuan, "Let's go."

The house is at the back of the side hall, not very big, very inconspicuous, behind it is a small vegetable garden, a pond, and pots of camellias, neatly trimmed and in good condition.

Xue Yuan looked at it, and said strangely: "Aren't you weird? There are only two rooms in such a big Buddhist temple. Could it be that everyone sleeps together? It's too shabby..."

Qing Huan was silent for a while, before saying: "No, there are only two people here."

"Ah?" Xue Yuan asked suspiciously, "How do you know?"

"Guess." Qing Huan said lightly.

He pushed open the door, and the furnishings inside were very simple, only a bed, a box, a table, a stool, and a washbasin stand.

"Does anyone still sleep in such a bed?" Xue Yuan muttered, "It's scary."

Qing Huan still ignored him, but slowly stroked over the table - spotless.On the table are bamboo slips, pens and ink, and an oil lamp is used to illuminate them. On the bamboo slips is the "42 Chapters" that was half-transcribed in official script——"42 Chapters" are the two eminent Indian monks who came from the Buddhist scriptures. The first Buddhist scriptures translated.The fonts on the bamboo slips are beautiful and elegant, stroke by stroke... very similar to the characters that Qing Huan used to engrave before.

"Qing Huan, look, there are steamed buns." Xue Yuan called out.

Qing Huan looked over and found that there was a gaiwan on the table, opened it, and inside were several steamed buns——Xue Yuan handed over one: "Here."

"No need, you can eat." Qing Huan would never eat something of unknown origin.

Xue Yuan probably was also very hungry, and quickly ate three steamed buns, while saying: "Why is there no stuffing, meat buns are delicious..."

"This is a Buddhist temple." Qing Huan said in her heart - if it was really a meat bun, would you dare to eat it...

Xue Yuan seemed to be feeling sad all of a sudden: "Are we unable to get out?"

"do not know."

"I don't want to die..."

"It seems that it is not so easy to die."

"..."

When it was time to go to bed, Xue Yuan yawned again and again, perhaps because the drowsiness overcame the fear, he climbed into the bed and went to sleep.Qing Huan didn't want to sleep, how could he go to sleep at a time like this.There was no sound outside, it was dead silent, it seemed like nothing happened, but it seemed like something would come out at any time...

He was lying on the table, staring at the flames of the oil lamp in a daze... But before he knew it, he couldn't hold it anymore, and his eyelids slowly drooped...

I don't know how long it has passed, but I seem to hear Xue Yuan calling him to get up and go to the bathroom together, but it seems to be true, Qing Huan is so sleepy that he can't open his eyes...

"Clang—clang—"

The sudden ringing of the bell startled Qing Huan awake, and he subconsciously looked at the bed—empty.Xue Yuan is gone! !

"Oops!" Qing Huan stood up abruptly, and almost fell because of the numbness in her legs. After finally waiting for the numbness to disappear, Qing Huan picked up the oil lamp and went out——

"Xue Yuan! Xue Yuan!!! Where are you? Xue Yuan!!!"