Sun Daqiao pushed his way through the crowd and walked forward to perform Namaste. The old monk raised his eyes to see him. His eyes were puzzled at first, and then his eyes flashed: "It turns out that it's Donor Sun. We haven't seen each other for more than ten years, and he is fine."
"Thank you Zen Master for your concern. I shouldn't have bothered you. But most of the people in the ancient town at the foot of the mountain live in Maodong. I'm afraid it will be inconvenient to take us in. If Zen Master would like us to stay overnight, I would be very grateful."
The sun had already faded when they spoke, and Sun Daqiao quickly stated his intention, trying not to use any harsh words in his words, so as to reassure Gu Ming.
"If you don't dislike it, you can live in the hidden temple. It's just that the house is leaky, so don't dislike it."
After saying that, Zen Master Gu Ming opened the mountain gate completely. Yue Guanchao and the others rode into the stables and followed the old monk into the temple.
The layout of the temple is the same as that of ordinary temples. After entering the mountain gate, you can see a square courtyard with a lotus pond. There are two floors of bells and drums on both sides of the lotus pond. Further ahead is the Tianwang Hall. Go through the courtyard corridor and go around to the back of the Tianwang Hall. It can be seen that the Medicine Master Hall, the Reclining Buddha Hall, the Guanyin Hall, the Daxiong Hall, and the Nianbutsu Hall are arranged vertically, and finally reach the Houchanyuan.
Here, there is a little novice monk sitting outside the house holding a charcoal fire to make a kang, his little hands and face are red from the cold, and he has to breathe a few times to put down a few sticks of firewood.
As Yue Guanchao walked down the road, he realized that these Buddhist temple towers were indeed much smaller than ordinary temples. Although the sparrows were small, they had all the internal organs and everything they should have. However, they had not been repaired very much. Either the temples were making noise or the paint on the Buddha statues was peeling off. I don’t know why he didn’t maintain it and let the Buddha statue corrode and become covered with weeds. From a distance, it seemed like there were several wild gods and monsters sitting on the lotus platform of the Buddhist temple, which was even stranger than the Wild Immortal Temple!
"These monks' houses are for monks to rest. Usually only a few guests come to stay. You can stay in the monks' houses temporarily. I will ask Jingkong to burn some firewood for you later. It is cold at night and the weather is cold, so please keep warm."
After saying that, the young novice clasped his hands to them and led everyone to the monk's dormitory room, which was used as a guest house.
After entering the monastery courtyard, you can see that there are many single-room monasteries surrounded by "concave" shapes. These shabby rooms are originally prepared for monks. There are no furnishings inside. Square windows are dug out of the thick earth walls, and there are wooden supports that can be supported. The lattice portholes are illuminated with thick white linen paper, which not only protects against cold and wind and snow, but also plays a beautiful role.
Open the wooden door and walk in. It is the size of an ordinary house. You can't walk more than ten steps to the left or right. There are pits on both sides of the door. There are wooden niches on the wall and many sundries are piled up. In addition, there are old wooden wardrobes and bookshelves on the back wall. , simple but not dirty, with clean starched bedding and straw mats, a kang stove on both sides, an iron frame sitting on top of the kang, and a rusty iron kettle on it.
There were both men and women in Yue Guanchao, so it was definitely impossible to sleep in the same place. He and Yue Qingshan worked together and divided the crowd into three kang houses. Hua Ling and Song Siyuan slept in the monk's house in the middle, and he and his second uncle slept in the one on the left. Sun Daqiao and Xuanniang sleep in the room on the right.
"I...can't I sleep in the same room with my daughter?"
Sun Daqiao looked at Xuanniang, he would not dare to get on the kang with such a mysterious person.
These old bones can't be beaten even when they are old!
"Sun Daqiao, we are just two girls. You have gone to take care of your daughter. You want Song Qianjin to live in your own room. Are you ashamed?"
Yue Guanchao was slightly dissatisfied and threatened.
"You old kid thinks too much. You don't even look at your bald look. No one will talk to you when you go out. Just keep it in your heart. I am definitely more honest than you."
Sun Daqiao was not very willing at first, but when Sister Xuan looked at him with a reluctant expression, he felt relieved.
After going back and forth, everyone divided the monk's dormitory, and the young novice also slipped out several baskets of firewood. Taking advantage of the time when the young boy was burning the stove, Yue Guanchao decided to get close first and inquire about the situation.
"Little monk, I have some candy here, would you like to eat it?"
Yue Guanchao didn't wait for him to refuse, and put the pocket toffee into the little novice's hand.
The little novice monk held the candy and sniffed it in his nose to make sure it was sweet and delicious. Then he unwrapped the piece of paper and chewed it into his mouth, which was full of milky flavor.
"You and Master haven't always lived in the temple, so why haven't you ever repaired the Buddha statue?"
Yue Guanchao has been to many temples. Although the temples are dilapidated and collapsed, as long as it is not an abandoned temple without an owner, the Buddha statue may not be a lacquered golden body. It must be filled with incense, clean and tidy, and it will never be as overgrown with weeds as it is now.
"My master said that there is a Buddha in the heart and there are Buddhas everywhere. The weeds and moss on these Buddha statues are also thousands of living things and cannot be easily removed. He asked me to just sweep them every day and prune the long branches."
"So that's it!"
"Then do you know how long Zen Master Gu Ming has been in this temple?" Song Siyuan walked in and asked.
"I don't know about this. Since I can remember, my master has been doing temple blessings in the temple."
When the young monk was talking, Yue Song looked at the young monk.
He was only as high as his knees, and his whole body was chubby and tender. His little head was covered with a layer of smoky black hair, and he hadn't had time to get the scars from his wedding. His round eyes were sparkling with water, and his fleshy little face trembled when he ate sweets. Trembling back and forth, it's extremely cute and doesn't look like it's lying.
"Little doll, do you know about the Lilangjun Temple nearby?"
Yue Qingshan went straight to the point and asked them what they said they knew!
