Chapter 1528 Xinglong Temple, Whose Home Ground Is It?

"The horizontal bridge leads to the abandoned island, Huayu emerges from the wild bushes, the wind and moon meet a confidant, the lake and the mountain find the owner..."

"Oh! Yaofugong, this seems to be a poem by Sima Xianggong, a famous official of the Northern Song Dynasty? But this Sima Xianggong scolded our country in the "Zizhi Tongjian"..."

"Haha! Knowing small etiquette but not great righteousness, being particular about small details but not great virtue, attaching importance to small details but not integrity, fearing power but not cherishing virtue, the strong will be robbers and the weak will be humble... Senjuzuo, you are talking about this sentence, right? Although the evaluation of the Song people is biased, using this sentence as a mirror can reflect a lot!... However, the Song people have passed away for 400 years, and our country has been bathed in the Tang style for 400 years, and it is no longer the same as before..."

"Oh, really? The current chaotic world of the shogunate... Buddha bless! I hope it is really as Yaofugong said!..."

A gentle spring breeze blows by the Yuehu Lake in the southwest of Ningbo. A dozen Japanese envoys strolled in it, looking at the wonderful scenery, and couldn't help shaking their folding fans and reciting Tang and Song Dynasty poems.

As an interpreter, Shi Wende followed behind with a stern face. He didn't want to get too close to the Japanese delegation, which would evoke too many "unbearable" pasts. But the governor had already given him an order to keep an eye on the movements and situation of the Japanese people, to be a qualified "spy", and to avoid any chaos.

In fact, the name card given to him by the governor was a blessing given in advance to drive him today. How could he refuse the reward and order of the governor? As a last resort, Shi Wende had to run to the Japanese side every day. In the Japanese delegation, he had acquaintances on both sides of the merchants who quarreled in the guest house, which really embarrassed him inside and outside. Therefore, following the leaders of the Japanese delegation and "traveling around" was relatively relaxing...

"Siming is three thousand miles away, and the morning glow of Chicheng rises. The red light of the sunrise spreads, shining on the snow cliffs... Shi Shanyou, after touring the Moon Lake today, why don't you go to Siming Mountain tomorrow?..."

Mori Yeqing smiled and suddenly turned his head to look at the translator Shi Wende and put forward a new proposal. Shi Wende's expression froze, and he always felt that this "smiling" Japanese monk was not a kind monk. He thought about the location of Siming Mountain, hesitated for a moment, and replied to Mori Yeqing.

"Senju, please sit down. I dare not call you a good friend. Just call me Shi Tongshi... Siming Mountain is too far from the city and is quite steep and difficult to travel. Firstly, it is not very convenient, and secondly, we must ensure the safety of the envoys... If there is no approval from the Maritime Customs or the prefectural government, I dare not take you there..."

"Oh! So that's it!..."

Senye Qing looked enlightened and shook his head in disappointment. He glanced at the thoughtful Ming envoy Yaofu Shouhuang, then looked at the nervous Shi Wende, and said with a smile.

"Buddha bless you! In that case, let's go to Xinglong Temple tomorrow! It's very close to the city, and it's an ancient temple passed down from the Eastern Jin Dynasty. All the previous tribute missions have the custom of going there to pay homage, talk about Buddhism and meditate... Please ask Shi Tongshi to get up early tomorrow and take us there..."

"Xinglong Temple on the outskirts of the city? Okay, I dare not disobey you!..."

Seeing Shi Wende nod happily, he breathed a sigh of relief, Morino Kiyoshi blinked his eyes, and looked at the older Ming envoy Yaofu Shouhuang.

"Mr. Yaofu, let's go around the lake today. Do you still have the energy to go to Xinglong Temple to pay homage tomorrow?"

The Ming envoy Yaofu Shouhuang smiled gently and shook his head. He said with emotion with a hint of meaning.

"I'm old, old! I've been running around all day, and I can't walk anymore. I can't compare to you young people... I have to rest tomorrow. Sen Juzuo, you should take the others and this strong translator and interpreter with you!..."

"Ah! Good. Yaofu Gong, I will make a wish and burn incense for you in front of the Buddha..."

Sen Yeqing nodded and smiled gratefully at Yaofu Shouhuang. Shi Wende was unaware, and the itinerary for tomorrow was finalized. On the plaque of "Guan Guo Zhi Guang" in the guest hall, many darkly buried clues are connected together, and I don't know what kind of predetermined fate it is.

The sun sets and the moon rises, and a quiet day passes in a blink of an eye. When it was early the next morning, Sen Yeqing took a few Japanese people and the Ming translator and interpreter Shi Wende to Xinglong Temple to burn incense. Shi Wende had arranged servants in advance and informed the temple yesterday.

Xinglong Temple is backed by green mountains and faces Yongjiang River, with a long heritage. The beauty of mountains and rivers is integrated with the Buddhist atmosphere. The scenery is elegant and solemn from a distance, and full of natural aura from a close distance. When the group climbed up the mountain gate, they saw towering ancient trees on both sides. The trunks of hundreds of years old ginkgo and pine trees were vigorous, forming a shady avenue. And a few hundred steps forward, you can see the ancient and vicissitudes of the temple wall, the lotus pond in the courtyard, and the main hall in the distance.

And a kind-looking old abbot, with a few young monks, leisurely sat in front of the lotus pond that had not bloomed in spring. Seeing the Japanese envoys coming towards him, he did not stand up, but just smiled and asked lightly.

"Who is coming?"

Shi Wende was stunned, and the big man was confused. He reached into his arms and was about to take out the "sincere" offering. Morino Kiyoshi stepped forward, smiled and saluted, and spoke the strange Tang language with a Ningbo accent.

"No name or surname."

"Where are you going?"

"To the mountains."

"What's in the mountains?"

"The mountains are quiet and empty."

"There are temples and people, so why say there is nothing?"

"Stop the delusion and observe the truth. When a thought is born and dies, there is nothing."

The two exchanged sharp words in almost a moment. After a moment, the old abbot clapped his hands and laughed, and stood up from the cushion to return the greeting.

"Amitabha, it turns out that you are a junior brother of the Tiantai Sect! ... Junior brother, please follow me into the main hall!"

"Oh? What to do to the main hall? ..."

"Go to eat tea! ..."

"Haha! Okay, practice! ..."

Morino laughed quickly. Talking about the Buddha and Zen is his goodness. Shi Wende opened his eyes wide, his face was a little blank. Obviously, this Qingyou Temple is not his home at all, but it is really a future. He looked at the other people, and some laughed at some of them. Some of them were "Zhaozhou monks", while others seemed to understand, and they didn't know what the Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures. The peace of this trip, even the level of Buddhism, is higher than him!

"Huh? Since this Senju sitting can use Tang Yan and barely communicate with the pleasing abbot, what else did I do?"

Shi Wende had some doubts in his heart, but saw the old abbot and Morino, and once again sat in the Daxiong Temple. The old abbot didn't care about the others, groaning for a moment, and suddenly picked up a sesame cake from the incense case worshiped in front of the Buddha.

"Is there any Japan?"

Morino's eyes flashed, understanding the problem of the old abbot, and laughed.

"have."

Later, the old abbot picked up a jujube and asked again.

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"Is there any Japan?"

"Also."

"Why come here?"

Morino nodded respectfully and answered.

"Old monk Wanfu!"

"Ha ha!…"

The old abbot laughed again, and the monks next to them laughed. I also understand the accompanying and people, and laughed one after another. In the Xinglong Temple, only Shi Wende, who was not enough culture and at a loss, did not know if he should laugh.

"Oh! Shitong, we just reappeared for a period of old things ... Forty -two years ago, when you were in the four years of you, there was a huge tribute to Ningbo. One of them was a well -known monk, It is called Xiaoyun Monk, and also came to this Xinglong Temple to worship. Inheritance is just like the cold plum blooming in the snow.

Morino turned over and explained a few words about Shi Wende with a smile, winning the favor of the other party. Then, he stood up again, respectfully, and accompanied by the pleasure of his pleasure, he went to the Buddha in front of the Buddha. Subsequently, he took out two pieces of golden cakes from his arms, and he didn't use silk cloth to wrap it, so he put it directly in the supply box of the giving.

"The Buddha is blessed! This is the worship of Guisi! ..."

"... ?!"

Seeing the golden light of the gold, Lao Fang shook his face, and his expression couldn't hold it for a while. He did not show his face, but frowned.

"What do you mean? ..."

"Brother, this is the worship of the delegation to Guishan! ... thanked 42 years ago, the volume of the self -annotated" Heart Sutra "given by Master Difang ..."

When I heard that this was a return of menstruation, the pleasant abbot frowned and refused. After all, the Buddhist Buddhist passage is a very solemn event, and you must not preach the scriptures in vain. He groaned for a while, looked at Morino for a while, and suddenly smiled.

"Do you have a wish?"

"I would like to eat tea with my brother."

"Can you find a quiet room?"

"It's best."