On the stairs leading to the top of the mountain, Xiang Que knelt down again, stretched out his hands and then respectfully prostrated on the ground and kowtowed, got up, took a few steps forward, knelt down again, and kowtowed.
Xiang Que is like being wound up, tirelessly repeating the same action over and over again, standing up, kneeling, kowtowing, the action is very mechanical, but who can see that his face always has a respectful and longing look.
There are hundreds of steps from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, Xiang Que is every three steps and a stop and a kowtow, and when he knocks, it is still banging, and when he kneels, he is also very neat and directly bends his knees and kneels, and after ten minutes, Xiang Que's knees have been worn out of the skin, and the brain melon seeds are also seeping There was a blood mark.
Wang Xuanzhen, who had been following behind, did not make a sound to stop him, but silently watched Xiang Missing walk to the top of the mountain with three steps and one buckle.
Wang Xuanzhen knew him, and at this time, absolutely no one could stop this great gift to Xiang Xianxing.
This great salute to the absence of a line is greater than three kneeling, nine bowing and five bodies to the ground, and he is the most respectful way of prostrating, called three steps and one prostration, which usually only appears on the most blind and devout believers.
It is said that during the Song Dynasty, there were very devout monks in the Song Dynasty who believed in Buddhism and planned to set off from Chang'an, and then went to India for worship in three steps and one kowtow, all the way to worship the patriarch Shakyamuni from Chang'an to India In the later period, basically no one is clear, no one knows whether this monk has reached India in three steps and one kowtow, because this project is a little huge, and even some people doubt whether he can reach the birthplace of Sakyamuni in the lifetime of this monk.
Xiang Que is not a devout Buddhist, but he has always had a kind of respect for Buddhism, especially the Hanging Temple in his heart is not much worse than the Gujing Temple.
Nearly half an hour later, Xiang Que knelt down to the top of the mountain, and then let out a long sigh of relief.
Hanging the temple mountain gate, two doors that are a little unrecognizable open a gap.
In front of the mountain gate, the cleaning is very clean, there is not a single leaf and weed, people walk on the mountain road and step down can not lift a trace of dust, Xiang Que is bowing to the gate of the Hanging Temple, after bowing to the gate of the Hanging Temple, he straightened his slightly messy clothes and then stepped into the Hanging Temple.
The inside of the mountain gate is paved with very neat cobblestones, and the stones are smooth and shiny when trampled, and there are two side halls on both sides, and the Daxiong Hall in front of it.
"Sha, sand, sand" In front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, a young novice is meticulously bent over, holding a broom in his hand and sweeping the fallen leaves in the temple.
"Step, step, step," walked towards the novice.
As if sensing that someone was coming, the broom in Shami's hand stopped, and then raised his head and looked at Xiang Que who came over in a daze.
"Bang" Xiang Que suddenly slapped his hand and slapped it on Shami's bald head.
Shami swallowed and pursed his lips.
Bent towards the middle finger of the missing index finger and flicked it at the door of the novice's head.
After a muffled "bang", Shami rubbed his head very unpleasantly.
Xiang Que gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Jun, hurry up and give you a lack of Yele, why don't you be a little surprised to see me?"
Shami, who was called Brother Jun, put down his broom and folded his hands, and said to Xiang Que, "Amitabha······ Why should the poor monk be surprised?"
"I'll go, you haven't seen it for four years, no surprises?"
Xiang Que pouted and said.
"The master said, today there are friends from afar, the poor monk knows that you are coming, why should he be surprised" Shami continued to fold his hands and bow his head.
The fairy girl gave him a very boring look, then took out a cigarette and lit it, and said slowly: "It's not surprising at all, you have to pretend to be a reunion for me after a long absence."
"Four years ago, the ancient well was a farewell, but it was only 1,500 days, and there are always many four years to go through in the decades of life, and this is not a reunion after a long absence," Shami said lightly.
Wang Xuanzhen said with emotion in the back: "It's really not high in the mountains, look at the words of this little monk, every sentence is Zen, it's too profound."
Xu Hang scratched his head and said in surprise: "It's quite easy to understand, it's deep."
"Hey, your Taoism is too shallow, you can't taste it" Wang Xuanzhen waved his hand speechlessly.
Xiang Que nodded at the three people behind him, and said, "My own buddy, you talk to them, I'll go see your master."
After Xiang Que finished speaking, he walked towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Wang Xuanzhen nodded politely at Shami, and said, "Master, you have known Lao Xiang for a long time."
Shami hummed and said, "Ten years ago, my master and I went to their mountain gate to pay a visit, and I met him, and then my master went to Zhongnan Mountain and met again, the most recent one was four years ago."
Wang Xuanzhen grinned and said, "Was he also so virtuous ten years ago?"
” "The donor has never changed, and his heart is still the same" "It's not easy to live so big without heart and lungs, and it's really not easy for Lao Xiang" Wang Fatzi sighed, and then asked: "Master, what do you call it?"
” "Are you asking me for my common name or my legal name?"
"Layman's bar, the Dharma name is too profound, I may not understand it" "Cao Shanjun, Cao Cao's Cao, kind Shan, handsome and dashing, handsome and graceful, a talented Jun" Shami said seriously.
Wang Fatzi was speechless and said, "The last word, you don't need to explain it so clearly, right?"
” In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, an old monk sat on the futon with his eyes closed and a string of prayer beads in his hand, his lips lightly opened and silently recited the scriptures.
The restless emotions that were originally caused by the collision between Maro Village and the halfway road disappeared in an instant.
"Puff" Xiang Que knelt in front of the old monk and kowtowed three times: "Master Mingwu, disciple Xiang Que came to pay a visit" Master Mingwu, the old monk of the Hanging Temple, went to the northeast to Xiangjiatun from Putian, Fujian Province 12 years ago, one is the old tomb of the West Mountain, and the other is to the ten halls of the Yama Luo Tu.
Of these two things, both of which made Xiang Que feel deeply.
In this world, in addition to his parents, there are four people who are most grateful to Xiang Que, in addition to Gujingguan Lao Dao, Uncle and Senior Brother, he has been grateful to Master Mingjing of the Hanging Temple for ten years.
Master Mingwu opened his eyes and looked at Xiang Que's demeanor.
But Xiang Que smiled happily, he hadn't seen the old monk for four years, he took a cursory look and found that Master Mingwu's cultivation was even more unfathomable as before, and his physical condition was particularly good, which showed that the old monk would have to die for at least a few years.
There are not many relatives who are missing, and the old monk must be counted as one.
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The rosary in Master Mingwu's hand stopped turning, his eyes nodded on Xiang Que's body, and his fingers pointed to his right palm.
Closed-mouth meditation, enlightenment is now fourteen years of penance, and there are still six years left to end the meditation practice.
At this point, every person can't speak.