Chapter 712 Cliff Carving

In addition to being able to see Jiachuan from a distance, standing on Wangxiang Platform, you can also see a large stone cave under the cliff on the side of the main peak of Anle Mountain.

"Where is there?" A group of about a dozen people stood on the Wangxiang platform and looked spacious. Wei Fei was very interested in the big stone cave.

He can be said to be an indigenous person in Anle Mountain and has long been curious about that cave.

"There is the White Deer Cave, which is said to be where Liu Zhencang Sutra and Luo Wensi read."

"Don't you often do field research? Have you been there?"

"I have been there, but the regular tour routes there are not connected to Anle Mountain. Generally, only those who collect firewood will go there. There is a small path from a bowl of water behind the Yanzhen Temple ruins to lead there."

"Is there anything inside?"

"There is nothing, there is only a big rock cavity there. Now half of it is a fellow villager's woodshed and half a sheep pen."

After watching on the Wangxiang platform for a while, everyone turned up from the Tianfu tree and followed a wide stone staircase to a half-mountain valley. There is a temple here, which is the place to rest when climbing the mountain, Yuntai Temple.

Today, Yuntai Temple is still very dilapidated. There is only an old monk who is a relative of the farmer's house next to you. In addition to cleaning the temple, the farmer's house is also responsible for boiling water and making tea for tourists, providing convenient meals such as tofu rice.

In summer, tourists are rarely coming. The family is raising chickens and growing vegetables. Suddenly, more than a dozen teenagers are coming. This is the big business.

"Uncle must know," said Wu Qiaomu.

After walking through the mountain gate, I came to the cliff carvings and walked down the mountain road, and the calligraphy remains left by my predecessors.

Zhou Zhi frowned when he heard this.

Everyone shook their heads and said they couldn't guess.

There are also many Buddha statues, but their heads and hands have been knocked off, which is a pity.

Brown rice is a fish roe-like fruit produced by the palm tree after it blooms. It is edible like the tender core of the palm tree, but now it is estimated that no one will eat it except the people in the mountains.

Fortunately, the head woman acted quickly, so she first made a cup of tea for everyone, and then called the man who cut bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest behind the temple to make tofu. The eldest girl at home picked vegetables, scraped and washed bacon, stir-fried vegetables, mixed cucumbers, and kimchi. She made a table in a short while.

Zeng Yu once served as the prefect of Jianchang and was a very good friend of Yang Shen, another great scholar at that time. Zeng Yu liked Minshan very much. He gave himself the name Minye and the name Shaomin old man. He also wrote an article based on his calligraphy and poetry. After comparing Anle Mountain with Minshan, he changed Anle Mountain to "Shaomin Mountain".

After sitting down, everyone started chatting. Feng Xueshan suddenly remembered a question: "Flight, isn't your home from Anleshan? I moved to Anleshan Primary School later? Why do you seem to have never heard of the story of Anleshan?"

"There was another collapse the year before yesterday." said the uncle.

It is better to say it is a farmhouse than a temple. Zhou Zhi also saw the temple door covered with chicken feathers that were pasted with chicken blood when killing chickens during the New Year, which was unreasonable.

After dinner, the male host also carried a basket on her back and set off down the mountain with her friends. Zhou Zhi chatted with him and learned that he was going down the mountain to cut the brown rice and harvest the brown rice.

"This matter naturally has its own reason." Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "Guess?"

Wei Fei sighed: "Since I remembered the incident, I carried two boiled sweet potatoes every day, walked from the back mountain to the city's central school, and went back and forth twenty miles a day."

The weathering degree of cliff carvings also made Zhou Zhi very worried. There was a place with the word "Leshan" engraved on the cliff at the entrance of the mountain. Zhou Zhi looked up and looked: "How did I remember that the edge of the rock was quite far away from the word "Le"? Now it is all right next to the word "Le"?"

Speaking of the pain of childhood, Wei Yi couldn't help but feel moved and took Wei Fei's hand: "Yes, I ran to middle school again to find me, saying that I didn't want to study anymore, and I couldn't stand it when I ran back and forth every day, so I tidied up hard for me."

Feng Xueshan patted Wei Fei on the shoulder: "So your laziness on the plane is forgiven. After all, when I was a child, I finished all the paths I should take now."

Not to mention the old bacon is very delicious, kimchi and pickled bamboo shoots are also very good. These two are like fragrant cucumber tea, soaked in mountain spring water, and the long-term coolness and constant temperature after the temple, so there is a natural advantage, and it cannot be compared elsewhere.

"When I got into the co-education exam, did you know how happy I was? My first thought at that time was to live in the school and I would never have to run back and forth every day."

Wei Fei felt that Feng Xueshan really hit his mind: "That's right, I can stop moving when I'm in junior high school. If I have time to go to the playground to hang the horizontal bar, I can't sit quietly and do two questions?"

There are many stone carvings in this area, including the "First Mountain" and "Shenxian Land" written by Luo Wensi. There is a legend that the twenty-character "Huang Tingjian's record of "Huang Tingjian's record of Jiang Yin Bai Zongyu and Huang Lu climbing Liu Zhenren Mountain" was written by his "Records of Visiting Anle Mountain", as well as the poems written by Zeng Yu, another literati of Jiachuan, a Jinshi of Zhengde in the Ming Dynasty, and the two words "Shaomin".

"Because Anle Mountain is in the west, the sun will reach the other side of the mountain after noon. In the afternoon, the whole mountain is cool from here." The uncle said kindly with his broad shoulders and carrying a basket on his back: "So, people in Jiachuan like to walk on small roads and walk on the main road. First, they can't get the sun on the whole journey; second, it's easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down the mountain, so they leave a good road for you to go down the mountain."

The tofu in Yuntai Temple is a little older, but it is still a bit worse than that in Fawang Temple. However, the old bacon can be eaten here, but it is not comparable to that in Fawang Temple.

"So," Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "What is this called? Pay attention to everything and learn."

Wei Fei asked, "Why didn't we come up from here before? How easy is it to leave here?"

Down the mountain is an open stone road, which is much easier to walk than when you came up.

"I told him that if he studied hard, he would be able to travel back and forth for six years at most. If he didn't study hard, he might live like this for the rest of his life."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Yi dismissed: "But you are too lazy to be too lazy!"

The tofu and rice are added casually, and the cold rice soup are also very delicious. A meal is beautifully made, and the average person is only 300 cents per person. With one yuan and a cup of flower tea, it is simply cheap to go to my grandma's house.

This is a problem that only lazy people can discover, and everyone can't help but smile.

Later, people collected Zeng Yu's articles, and the three remaining volumes of "Mr. Shaomin's copy of the book" were also collected as a rare Chinese version in Harvard Yanjing Library at Harvard University.

The local literary journal of Jiachuan, which was compiled by his godfather, is still called "Shaomin", which is influenced by this scholar Zeng.

The word "Leshan" that is facing destruction now is the four nearly meter-long characters "Ancient Anleshan" written by Luo Wensi, the magistrate of Guangxu in the Qing Dynasty.

The stone carvings are facing destruction, which makes Zhou Zhi feel distressed. If this continues to develop, this precious cliff carving may be out of service.

(End of this chapter)
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