This small temple is not big. There are two courtyards at the front and back. The entrance is Lingguan Hall. There is a large incense burner in the courtyard, but the incense is lingering and the fairy spirit is floating in the air.
But if you look closely, you can see that the big incense burner has several cracks and is barely covered with mud. The foot of the incense burner is also broken, and the bottom is padded with bricks.
And the halls in this temple really have no Taoist solemnity at all, especially the side halls and wing rooms on both sides, which are just a few adobe houses. Some of the windows don't even have glass, and are made of plastic sheets.
The more I looked at it, the more sad I became, but what surprised me was that in such a dilapidated temple, there was a flagpole in the middle of the courtyard, with a five-star red flag fluttering in the wind.
Is the national flag still raised in this small temple?
I weakly asked Uncle Ma, is this the place where Zixu Dao lives?
Uncle Ma didn't answer. He looked at the temple door for a long time with his hands behind his back, then sighed leisurely, then slowly raised his feet and walked into the temple.
I followed Uncle Ma into the temple anxiously, but at this time Uncle Ma still didn't say anything. He walked very slowly, carefully looking at the houses, halls, and even every plant and tree in the temple.
The temple is very shabby, but the yard is kept clean and some flowers and plants are planted, which makes people feel good.
It's just that many of the red bricks on the floor are broken, and you can tell at a glance that they are caused by years of disrepair.
Next, Uncle Ma took us to pay homage to the Lingguan Hall.
This Lingguan Hall is not big, but it looks obviously different from the buildings on both sides. It has been carefully repaired. Lingguan Lord stands in the hall. Although there are no decent offerings and the tables are old, at least they are neat and orderly. , there is still some Taoist atmosphere.
After paying homage to the Lingguan Hall, we walked back to the back without staying any longer.
Behind is a Sanqing Hall. There is a plaque hanging on the door. It is also old and old. You can't recognize what it says unless you look carefully.
We had just arrived at the backyard, and before we could take a closer look at the surrounding environment, just at this moment, a person walked out of Sanqing Hall.
This person is obviously a Kun Taoist with delicate features. Even a navy blue Taoist robe cannot hide her beauty, and she is even more delicate. Her eyebrows are like green daisy, and her eyes are like clear streams, which makes her seem to be floating in the world.
As soon as I looked at it, I gradually became stunned.
My body feels cold and hot, like there are countless ants crawling in my heart, itching, and it feels like there are several cats scratching my little heart at the same time, it's chaotic.
Of course, there is also a hint of long-awaited joy.
At this moment, those long-standing memories buried deep in my heart surged out like boiling spring water.
At this glance, looking through time and space, it seems like years have passed.
Kun Dao's footsteps also stopped there, and she opened her mouth slightly, with a trace of astonishment, a trace of surprise, and a trace of surprise that could not be concealed in her eyes.
Time seemed to pause for five or six seconds before she said hello.
"Taoist Master Ma, Xiao...Brother Xiao Fan, why is it you? You..."
Uncle Ma chuckled and said: "We have nothing to do, walking around, and then Xiaofan insists on coming to see you, so I will bring them here... Ahem, cough, cough, if you don't believe it, ask him."
I glanced at him and said to myself, you old guy, it was obviously you who wanted to come, but this is all on me again.
But it doesn’t matter. Anyway, I finally met Zhang Wenwen again.
My first love...
But at this time, I was a little confused. I couldn't say even half a word of the words I had thought about along the way. When the words came to my lips, they turned into...
"Um... long time no see. Have you... have you... eaten?"
Thousands of words were gathered in my mind, turning into a mess. In the end, I didn’t know what to say. I don’t know how this sentence came out.
Zhang Wenwen pursed his lips and smiled, but said nothing. I realized that my brain was twitching, so I quickly asked again: "Ah, by the way, is Taoist Master Zixu at home?"
Then she said to me: "My master is meditating. Don't disturb her for now. I'll inform you later. Taoist Master Ma, the conditions here are average and there's no good tea. I feel sorry for you."
As she said that, she led us to a side room with a smile on her face, but she deliberately didn't look at me and didn't know what she was supporting.
I leaned close to her, looking left and right, intending to go over and talk, but I couldn't figure out how to strike up a conversation with her.
In the end, I could only hold back one sentence: "Well, what is your Taoist name?"
She looked at me and smiled.
"You, you can call me Zhang Shiwen."
There is nothing wrong with Zhang Shiwen, he is of the same generation as Shixiu, but I looked around the temple and saw no sign of Shixiu.
Next, Zhang Wenwen... I'll call her Zhang Wenwen, Shiwen really couldn't say it out, so she took us to a rest room nearby, invited us to sit down, and started making tea for us again.
This house is also an adobe house. The window lattice is old and faded. I don’t know how many decades it is. The ceiling is exposed, and the walls are peeling off piece by piece. There are still places where rain is leaking. They are covered with plastic sheets. Two or three basins were also placed to collect water.
This condition indeed made me very sad, but the pot she used to make tea was pretty good, and it must have been brought by Taoist Master Zixu himself.
Even the table was a bit broken, and the two long chairs, I don’t know what era they were from, hurt my buttocks even when I sat on them.
The environment is like this. In fact, this is nothing to me, because the conditions of the Xuanzhen Temple in front are not much better.
The key is, I finally met Wenwen...
While she was making and pouring tea, I kept looking at her with my eyes. To use a Northeastern dialect, I looked at her pretty well.
She acted as if she couldn't see me, minding her own business, glancing at me from time to time without saying a word.
Uncle Ma's mind wasn't focused on that. He kept looking out the window and almost burned his hands when he took the tea.
Only Ma Yunfeng acted like a normal person. He looked at me and seemed to want to laugh, but when he looked at Uncle Ma, his expression became solemn again.
"Um... Taoist Zhang, how is Taoist Zixu's health lately? When we came here, we heard that she was sick?"
After all, it was Ma Yunfeng who broke the silence with a straightforward opening statement.
Zhang Wenwen's movement of pouring tea was slightly stagnant, and he was stunned for a moment, and then the tea bubbled out and spilled all over the table.
I quickly took a towel to wipe it, and unconsciously happened to touch Zhang Wenwen's hand.
I was fooled for a moment, and I didn't know if she had any reaction, but the next moment, she also shrank back as if she was electrocuted.
But at this moment, I suddenly discovered that in just a few years, her hands had become rough, and they were no longer as white and delicate as before.
Then, as if she was answering Ma Yunfeng's question, or avoiding the embarrassment just now, she spoke to us.
"Master has actually been doing well in the past few years. Later, the old Taoist priest of this temple became ill and the temple was about to collapse. Master couldn't bear it, so he brought us here. It took almost two years to barely maintain it. It looks like this now..."
