Guanyin Temple is located on the mountainside, and there are many ginkgo trees planted on both sides of the mountain road, and the oblique light of the remnant sun spills through the cracks in the branches and leaves, which looks extraordinarily gorgeous.
The two walked in the mountain road, and Qi Lu saw that Ding Xiaolan was wearing a green dress, and every time she passed through the thick woods, the whole figure quietly blended into the apricot leaves, like an emerald green elf.
In a trance, Qi Lu's eyes were a little blurred, as if he was immersed in a certain past.
The mountain road became narrower and narrower, and considering that Ding Xiaolan was a girl, Qi Lu had to stop and go, and it took half an hour more than usual before he came to the mountain gate.
A monk was standing under the eaves of the gate looking out over the mountain path, as if waiting for someone to arrive.
After seeing Qi Lu, the monk hurried forward.
"The little monk is empty, and he is waiting for the benefactor here on the order of the master."
He was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old monk, very delicate, and his face was still childish.
Qi Lu asked in surprise: "Could it be that Wu informed me that I was going to visit today?"
"At lunchtime, the master ordered me to come at four o'clock in the afternoon to meet the benefactor.
Unexpectedly, less than five minutes after the little monk came out of the mountain gate, Master Qi came.
Although Wujing's words were peaceful, Qi Lu always felt that there was a bit of show-off in his words.
Entering the temple gate, Wujing took Qi Lu and the two of them around the release pond in front of the courtyard, and then walked along the corridor on the left side to the backyard and came to the abbot's reception room.
After Jingkong served tea to the two, Qi Luke asked him: "Little master, why didn't I see the other masters, is there something wrong in the temple?"
It turned out that after Qi Lu entered the temple, he found that except for a few pilgrims who were offering incense and playing in the temple, he had not seen other monks except for Jingkong, so he was naturally very puzzled, so he asked.
"They're all going to save people."
"Save people" Qi Lu hurriedly asked: "Who has an accident in the temple?"
"Nothing happened in this temple, it is said that a firewood chopping mountain man fell under the cliff of the back mountain, and the master arranged for all the senior brothers to come to the rescue."
Qi Lu stood up and said, "Saving people is like fighting a fire, you might as well ask the little master to take me to the place where the incident happened, so that I can also do my part." ” "The benefactor of Amitabha Buddha is really a bodhisattva, and the little monk admires it."
Jingkong clasped his hands together and said, "In that case, the two donors, please come with me." ” Qi Lu and the two walked through the mountain gate with the clear space and walked towards the back mountain.
This mountain road was even more rugged and difficult to walk than the road she came, and Qi Lu had to hold Ding Xiaolan by the hand to prevent her from accidentally slipping and falling to the ground.
Qingkong is obviously a person who is used to walking mountain roads, and I saw his footsteps flying, and after a while, he and Qi Lu opened a large distance.
When he turned around and saw that Qi Lu was still far behind, he stopped and waited for them to come.
"The road is so difficult, how can I send people to the hospital later" Ding Xiaolanjiao gasped and asked Qingkong.
"It's okay, the master has already asked a few senior brothers to carry stretchers to save people, just wait for everyone to take turns to carry the wounded down the mountain."
Qingkong slowed down and began to chat with Qi Lu.
"Originally, the master wanted to wait for the donor in the reception room, but because of this incident, the itinerary was disrupted, and I hope the donor will not be surprised."
"If I blame Master Wutong for this, wouldn't it seem that I am a child" Qi Lu asked him: "I saw that there were few pedestrians passing by on the road behind the mountain, and how did your temple know that someone had fallen off the cliff?"
"In the afternoon, the master washed the tea set and simmered tea in the reception room, preparing to taste tea with you when the donor came.
Qi Lu asked: "What happened?"
The weather was supposed to be fine, but for no reason a strong wind blew the open windows into a ping pong, and the master suddenly sank his face.
I happened to be serving him in the reception room and went up to him to ask what was bothering. ” "How did Master Wutong answer?"
The master pinched his fingers with a gloomy face, and hurriedly told me that someone had fallen off the cliff in the back mountain, and asked me to quickly inform the brothers and sisters to prepare a stretcher to go up the mountain to save people.
Before leaving, he specially instructed me to entertain Qi Shi first, and then come to make amends to you after he finished saving people. ” Ding Xiaolan had an admiring expression on her face after listening, and she whispered to Qi Lu: "I didn't expect Master Wutong to have the ability to anticipate things like a god, which is really comparable to a divination master like Yuan Tiangang in ancient times."
"Don't listen to this little monk's nonsense."
Qi Lu muttered quietly, but he was secretly thinking about it in his heart.
In all dynasties of China, there will be some masters who are proficient in physiognomy, and they have left many strange and magnificent legends to the world.
But everyone only sees the surface of their scenery, but they don't know the vicissitudes and tribulations behind it.
It is necessary to know that if people are like gods, they will reveal too many heavenly secrets.
This kind of behavior is contrary to the common sense of the yin and yang cycle, and will be punished by God for a long time.
Therefore, those fortune tellers usually do not end well, the heavy ones have different heads, and the light ones will also be separated from their wives and lonely for life.
Take the Tang Dynasty fortune teller Yuan Tiangang mentioned by Ding Xiaolan just now, he accurately predicted that Li Tang Jiangshan would fall into the hands of a woman surnamed Wu in the future shortly after Li Shimin ascended the throne, which shows how profound his prophetic ability has reached.
It's a pity that he has been tested for a long time, but he can't save the life of his whole family, and his fate is also bumpy.
Fortunately, when he and Li Chunfeng wrote a strange book that predicted the rise and fall of the country's fortunes and chaos, they suddenly woke up, and wrote the last sentence in the book, "Thousands of words are endless, it is better to push the back and go to rest" and left.
Since then, he has retreated to the mountains and forests, and his whole life has been rotten in his womb and not passed on to others, all because he finally understands the truth that the heavens are boundless.
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Qi Lu is not interested in physiognomy, he thinks that if a person can really know his future affairs, then, wouldn't a person have to live in this life step by step, wouldn't that kind of life be very boring Qi Lu is a person who likes to find excitement, so he deliberately did not learn physiognomy when he studied the five elements of yin and yang.
Prejudice is prejudice, Qi Lu clearly knows in his heart that there is a reason why Ding Xiaolan compares Master Wutong with Yuan Tiangang, judging from the words just now, Master Wutong predicted that someone would fall off the cliff in the back mountain just by virtue of the rising wind, and this skill is called Fengjian in physiognomy.
Fengjian is to judge good luck and evil by the sound of the wind and the wind, and it is a very profound physiognomy that cannot be studied by ordinary people.
It is rumored that Yuan Tiangang is good at wind appreciation, and he has reached the level of being unpleasant.
Qi Lu was puzzled by this, because he had already heard that the last person in the world to master the art of Fengjian was Yuan Tiangang, but he had been dead for more than a thousand years, and where did Wutong learn this lost skill Just as Qi Lu was thinking wildly, he suddenly heard a noisy voice coming from front of him, and when he opened his eyes, it turned out that they had come to the edge of the cliff.
Wutong saw that Qi Lu was coming, and hurriedly folded his hands and stepped forward to say hello.
Ding Xiaolan saw the appearance of Master Wutong for the first time, he was an elderly monk with a kind face and compassion, even his beard was white, wearing a simple monk's robe that was washed white, and he always had a three-point smile on his face.
After he finished his salute, he said, "Donor, please forgive the old man for his sin of neglect." ” "There, there."
Qi Lu grinned and said, "The master is in the limelight, how can I miss such an opportunity." ” Ding Xiaolan frowned slightly when she listened to it, and for the first time she found that Qi Lu was a little mean when he spoke.
"God has the virtue of a good life, let's save people first."
"Hmm."
Qi Lu nodded in agreement, and followed Wutong to the edge of the cliff.
The cliffs are so steep that you can't see the bottom of the valley with clouds and mist below.
There was an old tree on the cliff that could not be hugged by one person, and a young monk had tied a thick hemp rope to the trunk of the tree, and at the other end of the rope was tied a basket that could hold two people, and it seemed that he was going to sit in the basket and go down to save people.
Qi Lu stretched out his hand to stop the monk and said to Wutong, "Let me go down to save people." ” Wutong didn't push back, he looked down at the bottom of the valley, nodded and said: "Master Qi is nimble, much stronger than us clumsy monks, you can rest assured when you go down." ” Qi Lu then sat in the basket, and Wutong was about to instruct everyone to put Qi Lu down, but when he saw him waving his hand and signaling that he seemed to have something to say in the past, he hurried to the basket and listened to his instructions.
Qi Lu leaned on the side of the basket and asked, "Who saw someone fall off the cliff?"
"No, but please believe in the old man's divination skills, and there has been no mistake until now."
"I said master, if you fall from such a high place, is that person still alive?"
Wutong was stunned for a moment, and then put his palms together and said, "The old man would rather believe in miracles." ” "This rope is not strong, don't put me halfway up the mountain and it will break."
"The donor laughs, when has the old man harmed others" "There are unforeseen circumstances, I can't help but guard against it."
Wutong's face sank suddenly, and then he said with a straight face: "It's important to save people, if you quarrel with the poor monk here again and delay time, I'm afraid that the people under the cliff will really die."
These righteous words made Qi Lu's face flush, and he was embarrassed to play tricks with Wutong again, so he had to retract his body into the basket and let everyone put him down.
The basket swayed to the bottom of the valley, Qi Lu quickly jumped out of the basket, and saw that the surrounding area was covered with a foot-long weed, fortunately there was no fog at the bottom of the valley, Qi Lu saw at a glance that there was a person lying on the ground less than ten meters away from him.
"Someone really fell off the cliff" Qi Lu hurriedly stepped forward and saw that this was a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed as a mountain man, who was in a coma at the moment.
Qi Lu leaned down and put his head on his left chest, and heard his heartbeat sounding normally, so he tested his nose with his hand, and found that his breathing was even, and a stone in Qi Lu's heart was also considered to have fallen to the ground, so he picked up the injured mountain man and gently put it into the basket.
Just as Qi Lu was about to shake the rope and signal the people on the mountain to pull the injured up, he also checked the injuries of the mountain people by the way.
It was found that the injured person had multiple abrasions on his body, especially the most serious injury to his right leg, Qi Lu guessed that his right leg was likely to be fractured, and if he was unlucky, he was afraid that he would have to walk on crutches in the future, but the injured person's life should be fine.
What made Qi Lu feel strange was that there was an old towel wrapped around the injured person's left calf.
He hesitated, reached out and untied the towel, only to find a two-inch-long scratch on his calf.
The wound had just formed a new scar, and Qi Lu judged that it should be a new injury that he had suffered today.
Strange thing, Qi Lu wondered, could it be that the injured person was still conscious after falling off the cliff, was he unconscious after bandaging the wound on his left leg If this is really the case, such a high cliff falls, he is not seriously injured, it is really a miracle At this time, the mountain people in the basket opened their mouths and groaned in pain, Qi Lu hurriedly lowered his head and asked softly, "How are you, are you okay?"
The injured man did not answer, and then passed out again.
Qi Lu was nervous and didn't dare to delay his work any longer, so he quickly shook the rope that tied the basket vigorously and informed the people on the mountain to put the basket away. i0 t1706231537: