Lingyin Temple, also known as Yunlin Temple, is backed by the North Peak and faces Feilai Peak. It is far away from the secular world. However, because of its great reputation, this thousand-year-old temple has not enjoyed purity for a long time.
As the head of the five mountains of Zen Buddhism in the south of the Yangtze River, Lingyin Temple has a long history and many famous legends. There is an endless stream of tourists who come here to worship Buddha and offer incense every day.
Starting from the foot of the mountain, you can see many street stalls along the road.
There are food stalls selling fried tofu, pancake rolls with green onions, and cat ears, as well as jewelry stalls selling Buddhist beads bracelets and necklaces.
As for prices, the prices of goods at street stalls in such scenic spots are generally a bit high.
However, there are actually many high-quality and low-priced restaurants in the Lingyin Temple Scenic Area. As long as you find the right place, you will not be easily ripped off.
After Zhang Chuyi arrived at the scenic spot, he took advantage of the crowd and disappeared in a flash.
I had a few chats with Ren Fei in the car just now, and I found that this sister is not only beautiful in appearance, but also has a very sassy personality. She will definitely get along happily as buddies.
However, Xu Si gave a special reminder before coming here, so not long after getting off the car, Zhang Chuyi got separated from the other two in the vast sea of people.
After eating something at a street stall and guessing that Xu Si and Ren Fei had gone far, Zhang Chuyi started to go up the mountain.
When you come to Lingyin Temple, you must go to the temple to worship, offer incense to the Buddha, and at the same time eliminate his own karma.
The scenery on the way up the mountain was very interesting to Zhang Chuyi, who rarely visited such scenic spots, especially the stalls where you could win souvenirs by tying rings.
Zhang Chuyi bought three hoops for ten yuan, and each one caught the half-meter-high Guanyin wooden sculpture in the last row.
However, the stall owner refused to give him the prize, nor was he willing to cash it out. He just gave him three more traps.
The stall owner’s explanation is that the Buddha statue is not a prize but just a decoration. The real reward after winning once is to let you win again.
Isn’t that an infinite matryoshka doll? Zhang Chuyi was so angry that he wanted to pick up the Buddha statue and run away.
However, considering that I would have to go up the mountain later, it would be inconvenient to carry such a large Buddha statue with me, so I twisted the three rings in my hands into twists and walked away.
"Damn, these street stalls now are just pitfalls!"
Zhang Chuyi felt a little depressed after being made such a fuss, and when he approached the gate of Lingyin Temple, he was still cursing.
Compared to the busy foot of the mountain, after arriving near Lingyin Temple, it was finally much quieter here.
The noise of tourists disappeared, and the solemn Sanskrit sounds coming from the temple could be faintly heard, which made people feel solemn.
"donor."
A voice suddenly came from the roadside. Zhang Chuyi followed the sound and saw an old Taoist priest wearing indigo blue robes.
The old Taoist has white beard and hair. He holds an old cloth flag in his hand and writes eight characters: "Start the hexagram and tell the fortune, the iron mouth will cut it straight."
On the stall in front of the old Taoist, there were a bunch of knickknacks, and the reminder "Don't touch if you don't buy it" was carved on a stone next to the stall.
"Taoist Master, it's such a good business. The stalls have been set up outside the Buddhist temple." Zhang Chuyi stepped forward and joked.
"Walking around in the world, just making ends meet." The old Taoist laughed, and was shocked when he saw Zhang Chuyi's appearance clearly: "Oh my, the face of the old Taoist temple donor is different from that of a mortal. He is plump and rosy. He will be a rich man in less than ten years. It’s very expensive!”
"Why do we have to wait ten years? Can't it be tomorrow?" Zhang Chuyi put his hands in his pockets, thinking that I have been poor for so many years and yet I have to wait another ten years. Isn't this a curse on him?
"The secret of heaven must not be leaked, and the benefactor need not be impatient. When the time comes, he will surely gain something." The old Taoist said a bunch of unpredictable words, and then stretched out his hand.
"What?" Zhang Chuyi was confused.
The old Taoist's eyes widened: "There is a fee for fortune-telling, is it possible that the benefactor wants to default on the debt?"
Zhang Chuyi spread his hands: "I didn't ask you to tell fortunes either!"
The old Taoist bowed his hands and said with a smile: "Young people, don't be so stingy. You must know that only by giving up can you gain. What you pay now is paving the way for future gains. All of this is fate."
"How much?" Zhang Chuyi asked with a dark face.
"Amitabha." The old Taoist proclaimed the Buddha's name and said with a smile: "Monks don't talk about money, they talk about fate, and they make a hexagram for five hundred fates at a time."
"You might as well go and grab it!" Zhang Chuyi's face turned even darker.
Just when he was wondering whether to punch this charlatan, he saw a familiar figure walking by on the path.
"I'm in a hurry. I'll give you the money when I get back later!" After saying that, Zhang Chuyi ran away.
"I've been waiting for you, Taoist, because I want to calculate the interest!" The old Taoist shouted at the top of his lungs.
But before he finished shouting, Zhang Chuyi disappeared.
In the woods, Zhang Chuyi hunched over, following a pink-haired nun carrying a wooden bucket.
Of course he didn't have any special hobbies, it was simply because the nun looked familiar.
Although the nun was wearing a plain sea blue dress, the loose clothes could not hide her voluptuous and graceful figure.
To be able to wear simple monk clothes so beautifully, Xia He is probably the only one in the world who can do it.
However, Zhang Chuyi didn't see her face, so he wasn't sure, so he could only follow her all the way to see if it was her.
If it was really Xia He, then what was she doing here? Why dress up as a nun?
This abnormal behavior made Zhang Chuyi full of curiosity.
After following for about a hundred meters, the nun came to a wooden house deep in the woods.
She poured the water in the bucket into a large vat, and then scooped two ladles out of it into the basin.
Then put the towel in the wooden basin, soak it and wring it out, and start washing your face.
When the nun turned her body half way, Zhang Chuyi finally confirmed her identity.
It’s Xia He!
Even without any makeup, those charming peach blossom eyes are still breathtakingly beautiful.
Because of the hot weather, after Xia He washed his face, he pulled Hai Qing's round collar open, revealing a large area of soft snow skin, and wiped the sweat dripping on it.
"Holy shit, don't look at anything inappropriate." Zhang Chuyi really didn't expect Xia He to be so bold, so he quickly lowered his head with a guilty conscience.
But he didn't want to move too much and cause a commotion.
"Who!" Xia He looked shocked and shouted sharply.
"It's over, how can I explain this now?" Just when Zhang Chuyi was thinking about covering his face and running away, Xia He already held two balls of pink Qi and rushed towards Zhang Chuyi.
Now I can't even run away.
"Don't do it, it's me!" Zhang Chuyi jumped out of the bush and shouted urgently.
Xia He had just raised his pink fist to hit. When he saw the person in front of him, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes: "It's you, why are you here?"
"I said I was passing by, do you believe it?" Zhang Chuyi scratched his head awkwardly.
"Passing by?" Xia He crossed his arms and raised a mocking smile on his pink cherry red lips.
