Standing on the top of Shaoshi Mountain, I suddenly felt like I was looking at the small mountains. The clouds and mist were surrounded and very beautiful. Chen Yuyang was indeed rarely seen. This aroused Chen Yuyang's heroic mood to please the mountains all over the world. The old farmer looked at Chen Yuyang and smiled and said, "Young man, when I first went up the mountain, I would look at this majestic mountain with your current eyes, but I got used to it for a while. I have lived here for more than 80 years. I have been watching this mountain almost every day, and I am annoyed!"

As he said that, the old farmer was about to take over the burden on Chen Yuyang's shoulder and said, "The young man followed me when he went in, otherwise the monk guarding the gate would not let you in!"

Chen Yuyang nodded and followed the old farmer. Not far away was the gate of Shaolin Temple. The courtyard gate was not high, but it was made of wood. There were large golden characters on it, and there were also a pair of wood-carved couplets on it. The upper couplets were written with a few big characters. The upper couplet was to always inherit the ancestors' Dharma and promote the Dharma. The lower couplet was to believe, be willing and practice hard to save all sentient beings.

It looked particularly powerful. The one guarding the door was a big monk holding a broom. When the monk saw the old farmer, he nodded and said, "Master Zhang, I'll be fine if I haven't seen each other for many days!"

The old farmer also returned the courtesy and said, "Master Huiming is fine!"

The great monk Huiming looked at the old farmer, then looked at Chen Yuyang behind the old farmer, and asked, "Master Zhang, who is this?"

The old farmer was about to speak when he saw Chen Yuyang snatching himself to the great monk Huiming, took out a gold-burned copybook and said, "Master is polite, please turn back to Abbot Xuanci, and the person outside the square, Chen Yuyang came to worship the mountain, and asked the abbot to show up and see him. I am very grateful!"

Huiming opened the gold-plated copybook, and the kid on the regular script on August 15th, on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, I asked the donor Shaolin and his party to discuss the truth. It was not very lucky! The following signature is: Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci, Wudang leader Kumu, and Kunlun leader Kou Zhentian. Which of these three names is trembling.

Monk Huiming quickly said respectfully: "Amitabha, the donor is invited. The abbot's uncle has said that the donor does not need to inform him to come, just introduce him to the hall! Donor, please come with me!"

Chen Yuyang smiled and looked at the surprised old farmer and said, "Old man, I'll go first, take care of you!"

The old farmer nodded, but his face still looked stupid. He never expected that this young man who helped him carry vegetables had a friendship with Abbot Xuanci, the one among the immortals. If he had known it, it would be impossible for him to help him carry the burden, and he would not dare.

Looking at Chen Yuyang's disappearing back blankly, the old farmer pinched his mouth hard, causing pain. Only then did he be sure that it was true, not dreaming.

Chen Yuyang followed Master Huiming all the way to the temple. The decorations in the temple were very simple. You could see the little monks in gray clothes and sweeping the floor everywhere. Under the green leaves, there was still a bluestone road. There was a huge furnace and cauldron in front of the main hall of the temple, purple and gold, with Sanskrit written on it.

It seems to be a Buddhist verse in the Jialan Sutra, which is faintly shining under the sun. The hall is towering seven or eight meters high, with red bricks and glazed tiles, and is quaint, with four large characters shining with golden light on it. The Great Hall. This character seems to be signed by Emperor Taizong of Tang. The legend of Shaolin Temple is indeed so long that it can be traced back to the Tang Dynasty.

There is still a couplet in front of the hall. The first couplet says that the righteousness of eliminating violence, safeguarding the good and saving the Qin king through the ages. The second couplet says that the country defends the country and fights the Japanese pirates in the border court.

Looking at this couplet, Chen Yuyang couldn't help but smile. He didn't understand how Shaolin Temple hanged this couplet in front of the Main Hall. Logically speaking, this pair of words should be in Shaolin Temple's Kushu Hall. Huiming seemed to see Chen Yuyang's confusion and smiled: "Master Chen, this couplet was not here, it was said by the abbot that a guest is coming soon, so he moved him over!"

Chen Yuyang was puzzled and thought to himself: It seems that Xuan Ci is reminding him something.

But that was just a flash of thought, and then he followed Huiming into the Main Hall. In the Main Hall, the tall golden body of Tathagata was four or five meters high, sticking to the orchid finger. One eye opened, and the other eye had a tearful expression. Chen Yuyang sneered in his heart: "I was so angry that I was so angry that I was so angry!"

Although it was a bit ridiculous, the golden body of Tathagata made him feel familiar before. On the two pillars beside the golden side of Tathagata, there was still a Buddha's verse, which read, "The Buddha pity the world and saves all sentient beings."

Seeing Chen Yuyang stopping here, Huiming couldn't help but urged: "Donor, Master Abbot is waiting in the Zen room, please follow me!"

Chen Yuyang followed Huiming through the hall, through the meditation hall, and through the Thousand Buddha Hall, and then came to the abbot's meditation room. Chen Yuyang sighed in his heart that Shaolin is worthy of being the ancient temple of the past year, and even the emperor left behind the ink treasures here. In the Thousand Buddha Hall, there are Emperor Qianlong's ink treasures, which are still a couplet, the mountains and streams are silent, and the joyful trees in the joyful garden are magnificent and the spiritual platform is magnificent.

After passing through these Buddhist temples and the Zen temples, Chen Yuyang finally came to Xuanci's Zen Room. In the Zen Room, the sound of wooden fish rosary was shattered. As soon as Chen Yuyang's steps fell into the courtyard, a Buddha's name sounded in the room: "Amitabha, it's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar!"

This Zen room is not too big. The so-called abbot and abbot can only manage the abbot's place. The door of the Zen room opened with Xuan Ci's loud Buddhist chant and creaked: "Master Chen, please come in, I've been waiting for a long time!"

Huiming, outside the door, wrote a Buddhist verse to Chen Yuyang, and then left alone. Chen Yuyang slowly swayed and entered Xuanci's Zen room. The place was not big, with a small coffee table, a wooden bed, and some literati calligraphy on the wall, just barely.

In the Zen room, facing north and south, Xuan Ci was wearing a bright cassock, and a huge Buddha character on the wall made people's eyes. Looking around, Chen Yuyang found that there was still a couplet hanging in the Zen room. There were many ancient sites on the top of the book and read the three thousand years of history in China, and the famous mountains on the bottom of the book all over the 800-mile scenery of Zhongzhou.

Chen Yuyang didn't feel funny and laughed softly.

Xuanci looked at Chen Yuyang with a harmonious face and said, "Why is the donor smiling?"

Chen Yuyang said seriously: "I laughed at this couplet. Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old temple, has a great tone. I can see the scenery of 800 miles of Zhongzhou, haha!"

Xuan Ci chanted the Buddha's name again: "Amitabha Buddha, everyone talks about the thousand-year-old ancient temple in Shaolin, the leader of the righteous path, but they don't know that it is because of fame. Only the donor's words reveal the secrets of heaven, ridiculous, ridiculous!" hf();
Chapter completed!