Around the stone with the tea tray serving as a table.
There are also several small and relatively flat stones placed there.
The three people sat down on the stone naturally.
at this time.
The setting sun has gradually faded.
The shocking scene of being burned by the fire has been obscured by the night.
A river breeze blew from the depths of the mountain.
It adds a bit of peace and quiet.
After a while of pleasantries.
Abbot Fanjing took a sip of tea.
It tells the story of the disaster that Prajna Temple encountered.
"In the early years, the Xianbei people did not believe in Buddhism, let alone follow Buddhism. After they entered the customs, they were infected by Han customs, and some of them became devout Buddhist believers. Since the Northern Wei Dynasty, Xianbei nobles have become a common practice. Not only that, they also held large-scale religious ceremonies in various jurisdictions. They built temples, pagodas, and grottoes to enshrine Buddha statues. In the Western Wei Dynasty, as the war continued to intensify, there was a shortage of soldiers and food, and the signs of destroying the Buddha began to show."
Once, more than a thousand officers and soldiers came to Daqingshan.
They first destroyed the mountain gate of Prajna Temple.
then.
Going up the mountain along the path, I wanted to destroy the temple.
The monks in the temple held brooms and guarded the entrance to the mountain in a desperate posture.
Prajna Temple also has more than a thousand monks, including many martial monks with outstanding kung fu.
The temple was destroyed by officers and soldiers and there was only a very narrow mountain path that could be climbed.
In other places, the steep slopes are so dense that it is impossible for the cavalry to go up them.
The officers and soldiers weighed the pros and cons and sat around for a whole day.
The sky finally retreated towards evening.
The mountain gate was damaged and is not being repaired.
Instead, a natural barrier was formed to protect the temple.
We spent some days peacefully like this.
Until the 14th year of Datong.
Suddenly tens of thousands of officers and soldiers arrived.
Surround Prajna Temple again.
"All monks under the age of 45 take off their robes and return to secular life to serve as soldiers, while the old and weak are sent home to farm."
The monks and the army faced off for a whole day.
This time.
The well-prepared officers and soldiers finally approached the temple.
They tied cotton strips soaked in kerosene to the arrow shafts.
Light a fire.
Shooting wildly towards the temple.
The wind helped the fire spread and in a blink of an eye, the whole temple made a scorching sound in the raging fire.
In the fire.
The monks all ran away.
Abbot Fanjing is still meditating in the Buddhist hall in preparation for nirvana.
Seeing the flames reaching into the sky.
Several monks picked up the master and ran outside.
"Master, let's go quickly. We are helpless. It's important to save our lives."
"Don't pull me, I won't leave. I will be there if Prajna Temple is there. Prajna Temple will destroy my Nirvana."
Master Fanjing involuntarily stepped up, one foot down, and accidentally stepped into the air and fell into a ravine.
He hit his head on the ditch wall and immediately lost consciousness.
Wait for him to wake up.
Prajna Temple is in ruins.
He lay in the ravine, guarding the little boy who accompanied him.
The 5-year-old boy was unable to help Master Fanjing climb out of the deep ditch.
Smart boy.
Some unburned wooden boards were found and placed under the wounded Master Fanjing.
There was a gurgling stream in the ravine.
The little boy fed him water from a funnel.
And clean the wounds on his head and legs with clean water.
At the same time, we also found many kinds of edible things.
day to day.
Abbot Fanjing was able to climb out of the deep ditch with a limp and a staggering support.
Wandering among the ruins of Prajna Temple.
A young boy who grew up following Master Fanjing.
It was a fleeing couple who intentionally abandoned them at the gate of Prajna Temple.
"Master, now that war is everywhere, our people are in dire straits and it is difficult to raise a child. I hope the kind-hearted people in the temple will take him in."
A monk heard a baby crying while he was meditating and chanting.
When I picked him up under the wall.
The little guy was so thin and small that when he stretched out his hand, his whole body felt hot.
"Amitabha, I am a merciful Buddha. The little donor should not have ended up like this. I hate your cruel parents."
Abbot Fanjing cured him.
He kept him by his side and taught him Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand, one of the seventy-two Shaolin skills, orally every day.
The dragon claw hand is extremely powerful.
First he twisted his arms and then the pain hit his body, which was instantly severe.
If you hit copper and break iron with one move, it will break.
A healthy person can be killed with one blow.
One day.
Master Fanjing asked.
"Do you miss your parents? The war is in turmoil and you have to follow the master for a long time. I wish the master would take you to find your parents."
"Master, my parents usually call me Zhuzi. My father's surname is Li. They abandoned me. It was the master who gave me a second life. I won't look for them anymore. The disciple will always follow the master."
While Fanjing and Zhixian were talking.
Zhuzhu came over and said.
"It's time to eat."
He came over to support the master and walked in front to lead Zhixian and his disciples.
They walked into a small makeshift room among the ruins.
There were two large pine oil lamps burning in the room.
The roof is covered with thick thatch among the ruins of the temple.
The tables and chairs are also made of burned wooden boards.
at this time.
I saw two large steaming pots in the center of the table.
An earthenware bowl is filled with soup.
Another bowl contained Lao Gao's steaming head.
When everyone was seated, a pair of thick bowls and a pair of chopsticks were placed in front of each person.
When it was Yang Jian's turn to ladle vegetable soup into the bowl, he was intoxicated by the aroma of the vegetables.
The devastated scene and the half-starved and half-fed life since he left home made him feel that everything in front of him was too comfortable.
Although the pot of cooked soup does not look good.
There are fresh mushrooms and cabbage just picked from the mountains.
Zhixian ate and drank.
He said with emotion.
"Abbot Fanjing, you are living a good little life."
"Here, you don't have to worry about snacks and drinks, but when you face these ruins every day, can you still feel relieved?"
This was the time when the two masters fled from the destroyed Buddhist temple to live in the Daqing Mountains.
Talk about speculation.
Master Fanjing revealed a shocking secret.
"Actually, on the surface, the Prajna Temple was destroyed and in danger, and it seemed that it was all burned down, but in fact, all the damage was superficial. Since the mountain gate was destroyed for the first time, several old monks in the temple took action together. As some preventive measures, the scriptures, money, and valuables in the temple were first moved to underground secret rooms. Later, several basements were built to store some grain. During the military crisis, the above-ground grain warehouses were burned down, and some underground grain stores were burned down. It was found that the food had been stolen from the warehouse, but the scriptures and money were well preserved, and there was also an underground granary that was intact. In the future, as long as the killings stop and the world is peaceful, an emperor who can promote Buddhism will be born. I’m building a Prajna Temple with my treasure, isn’t that a piece of cake?”
"The whole country has been in chaos for so many years, and so many monks in Prajna Temple have to eat and drink. How can there be so much food stored in batches?"
Zhixian was extremely surprised.
Master Fanjing spoke again.
"The reason is actually very simple. Your Boguan Temple is full of nuns, while our Prajna Temple is all monks. The difference between the two is huge. Before the fire, there were more than a thousand monks in Prajna Temple, and most of them were avoiding military service. The temple has farmland, and there is also wasteland within dozens of miles of Daqingshan Square Garden. Moreover, the temple does not increase taxes, so the endless amount of food naturally accumulates every year."
Zhixian said.
"These days, as long as we have food to eat, we can survive. There is always hope of rebuilding the Prajna Temple in the future."
Fan Jing shook his head and sighed.
"I'm afraid I can't see the hope you mentioned. I just hope that Zhu Zhu can meet a wise king in the future to fulfill my last wish and re-establish the Prajna Temple in the vast city gate."
The two monks became more and more congenial as they talked.
Zhuzi took the opportunity to hand Yang Jian two round and hot things from under the table.
He took it and took a look.
They are two hard-boiled eggs slightly smaller than chicken eggs.
There are many brown spots on the eggshell.
"What kind of egg is this?"
Yang Jian had never seen it before and thought it was strange.
Pillar.
Said in a lowered voice.
"This is a wild egg. Don't let the master see it, otherwise you will blame me for killing again."
This night.
Master Zhixian and his apprentice slept in another bedroom that was still built with broken walls and thatch.
Many of these houses are built with local materials.
Sometimes Master Fanjing and his disciples would sleep in the middle of the night and if the room leaked, they would immediately move to another room that did not leak.
Wait until the weather clears before covering the leaky thatch.
Master Zhixian and his disciples each slept on one side.
There was thick hay underneath me after a tiring day.
The hay exudes a thick and mellow fragrance.
It's soft and comfortable to lie on.
However, Yang Jian tossed and turned and had difficulty falling asleep.
he asked with his eyes open.
"Master, do you hate my parents?"
"Then Luo Yan, what's wrong with you?"
Zhixian is about to fall asleep.
He turned over and sat up in the endless darkness.
He asked in confusion.
"How can I hate your parents as a teacher? Why do you think such a thing comes up? There should be no hatred in Buddhism."
Yang Jian.
He scratched his head and said.
"Isn't my father a general under the Emperor of the Western Wei Dynasty, and my mother is Yuan Baoju's cousin's sister."
"Yeah, so what?"
Yang Jian said again.
"I think the emperor will also send my father to burn Buddhist temples."
Wisdom first.
He replied thoughtfully.
"This is really possible. Although your father firmly believes in Buddhism, General Yang can't go according to the emperor's order."
"Master, do you hate them?"
Zhixian touched Yang Jian's head.
"Them? Besides your parents, who else is there?"
Yang Jian replied.
"Emperor, wasn't he the one who ordered the destruction of Buddha?"
"Na Luo Yan, Yuan Baoju is a good emperor. Yu Wentai may have ordered this action to destroy Buddha. We think the emperor must have his own reasons for destroying Buddha. At least he thinks he must do this. Does fighting require soldiers, oxen and horses? Food, the young men who were supposed to go to war fled to Samana in order to avoid the disaster of war, and not a single grain of food grown by the monks was given to the court. In order to win the war, the emperor had no choice but to kill the chickens and get the eggs, and operate on Buddhism. Maybe this is the emperor's Just be intentional.”
Zhixian was silent for a long time.
comforted Yang Jian.
"Okay, then Luo Yan, go to sleep. We will set off home tomorrow morning. We have to walk several miles to regain our energy."
outside the window.
Everything was silent.
Occasionally, a few rhubarb calls were heard.
The next day.
The sun has risen to three poles high.
Master Zhixian and his disciples got up from the floor sleepily.
This is a rare thing for Zhixian, who has always been strict with himself.
Master and disciple have been together since they left the monastery.
It’s really hard to eat and sleep in the open every day.
And the straw bed beneath me was extremely comfortable.
In addition, the master and apprentice chatted very late last night, so both of them overslept this morning!
As soon as the master and apprentice went out, they were led to a dining room by Zhu Zhu.
There is a spring on the stone wall next to the cliff near the dining house, and water flows into the dining house through a bamboo tube.
After the two of them washed themselves in the spring water, they were led by Zhu Zhu into the dining room where they had dinner last night.
Abbot Fanjing has been waiting inside for a long time.
The food on the table is still a big bowl of soup.
A tall man with a big head.
Abbot Fanjing still chatted enthusiastically with Zhixian.
Zhuzi also wore clean clothes and was not as lively as yesterday.
His head drooped.
He quietly used a ladle to add soup to everyone's bowls.
Zhixian felt something was wrong in the atmosphere.
Eat wisely first.
Just put down the bowl and chopsticks.
Abbot Fanjing then spoke.
"Master Zhixian, we have something to ask of you."
"You keep telling me, how dare I ask you to beg."
Abbot Fanjing.
Said reluctantly.
"We want to ask you to take Zhuzhu away. It's too unfair for him to follow me!"
Zhixian originally thought something would happen.
But he never expected that this would happen.
She pondered for a while.
cross-examined.
"Would Zhuzi himself agree?"
Fan Jing said.
"Zhuzi was really reluctant at first, but the child is now 8 years old and has become sensible. After we understood him, he nodded. The current situation is obvious. He is attached to me. It is better to say that I am more attached to him, but we Isn't this delaying him? We can't bear it. Please think about the fact that we are in the ruins of a mountain deep in the mountains. I might pass away that day in my dying years. How will he live as a child by then? Hand him over. We can rest assured if I give it to you."
Abbot Fanjing was talking to Zhixian.
The two boys also stopped eating and drinking.
He stared at the two adults intently.
"However, this is something I, a woman, cannot decide."
Fan Jing said.
"General Yang was once a benefactor of this temple. He treats others generously. We believe he will agree."
"Let's do this. I'll take the child back. We'll report it to the general as soon as we get home. If he agrees, there's nothing to say. If he doesn't agree, I'll return the child to you."
Zhuzhu burst into tears.
He knelt down with a plop.
I bowed to the two masters again and again.
On the occasion of parting.
Master Fanjing gave the pillar a single name.
"Shun"
"Zhu'er, I have nothing to give you as a teacher. This name is given to you. When you get there, you must listen to Sister Zhixian's words and don't lose your temper."
Although Master Fanjing is a little reluctant to give up.
I don’t even want to delay Zhuzi’s future.
I hope Zhu Zhu’s life will be smooth sailing after his death.
