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After crossing the wilderness, you can see the village in front of you.
There were cries in the early summer wind, mixed with the smell of blood.
The monk walked towards the bloody direction against the wind. The farmland crops on both sides of the road were scattered here and there. It could be seen that they were planted absent-mindedly and there was no maintenance in the later period. Now they are trampled by the hooves of people and horses. This year's harvest will not be harvested.
The path at the end of the farmland turned into a main road leading to the village.
The road surface is smooth and smooth, not inferior to the official road where troops can move, horses and carts rolling. You can imagine the wealth of this village.
There is a boundary monument on the road. The stone is complete and the carvings are exquisite. The three characters of Dingjiazhuang are simple and vicissitudes of life.
The monk stopped and sighed from under his bamboo hat. He burned the tree demon to death two years ago, but it still failed to prevent the disaster from coming to the village.
The whole of Daxia is in chaos, how can small villages be spared.
The monk tapped his bamboo stick across the stone monument and walked into the village. Whether it was a brick house or a mud house with thatched huts, they were all turned into ruins, black and scorched, and corpses were seen lying among them from time to time.
The monk searched for the cries and found a dozen survivors, most of whom were young children who had been hidden in the cellar by their families and escaped.
Because the heyday was so long, many families did not build cellars, or the cellars were small, so they could only put the family's young children in them.
When the children saw the monk's robe, even though it was stained with blood, everyone rushed towards him as if they were seeing a god, crying and calling for help.
The monk comforted them and checked the village to make sure that no one could live here for the time being.
"Let's go to Yunmeng Mountain." He said, holding the two young children in his arms.
The other children helped themselves, the older ones with smaller backs, the uninjured ones helped the injured ones, and the group stumbled forward following the monk.
Yunmeng Mountain is as high and densely forested as ever, with no traces of fire or trampling. However, no birdsong can be heard and no rabbits or pheasants can be seen in the forest. It has become a dead mountain.
The Taoist temple is still there, the door is closed, branches and leaves are scattered in front of the door, and grass grows on the wall of the door, making Qingfeng Temple less immortal.
The monk knocked on the door for a long time, and the children also followed suit and begged to open the door before they heard the footsteps inside. They peeked inside to make sure they were not soldiers and thieves, and then the door opened with a creak.
"Amitabha." The monk held two young children in his arms and could not take off his bamboo hat. He could only bend down and salute.
The old man who opened the door looked at the big round bamboo hat with surprise on his face: "Master Mu! You are here."
With the sound of Master Mu, several Taoist priests hiding behind immediately rushed out, as happy as if they had seen an immortal.
The monk and his entourage were welcomed in, and the child in his arms was taken away. He reached out and took off his bamboo hat, revealing a delicate, clean and resolute face in the sunlight.
An old Taoist looked at this face and shed turbid tears: "Master Mu, I haven't seen you for two years, but your description remains the same. It's really great."
Monk Mu said: "Where is the Fifth Taoist Master? Is he okay?"
The old man¡¯s tears flowed even harder.
Monk Mu¡¯s heart sank slightly, could it be
"The temple master left when the rebellion started." Old Taoist cried, "He said he was going to search for a path deeper into the mountains and would return ten years later."
When Monk Mu's heart returned to its original position, he knew that this old Taoist was most afraid of death, so he ran away first.
"This is the survivor of Dingjiazhuang. Please take it in." He said.
When the temple leader was there, Monk Mu was the master of everyone in their temple. Now that the temple leader is gone, Monk Mu is even more the master of everyone.
It¡¯s great to have a master here.
The Taoist priests happily took the children and took them to wash and bandage their wounds and make a fire to cook.
Monk Mu went straight into the room of the five Taoists. Although the five Taoists left their disciples and ran away ruthlessly, the room was still tidy and clean. There were no melons and fruit incense candles in front of the statue of Sanqing, and there was clear and fresh mountain spring water.
The wooden monk sat on the mat with his back to the statue and began to meditate. The sunlight climbed onto his face from the window and then slid down reluctantly. The room was lively and everything seemed to be still.
The Taoist temple became noisy because of the number of children. The Taoist priests were walking around, the children were moaning in pain, and they were crying about missing their relatives. None of this disturbed Monk Mu.
He did not come out to see how the children were being treated, and the Taoist priests did not come to disturb him. They only came in quietly and put a bowl of mountain spring water in front of Monk Mu.
Monk Mu didn¡¯t finish his Zen practice until three days later. He walked out of the house and stood in the early morning sunshine. A layer of green stubble appeared on his face, but his eyes were dark.Brighter, his long eyebrows frowned slightly.
"Master Mu, what's wrong?" the old Taoist asked carefully from outside.
Monk Mu looked at the rising sun and said, "The way of heaven is still the same, but something seems wrong."
"The old Taoist practice is too short to understand the master of the temple, let alone the monk who is afraid of the temple master. When he heard that it was wrong, he didn't know what to say. He stood aside and murmured in panic. The whole world was wrong.
The red sun was dazzling and dizzying. Monk Mu closed his eyes, then opened them again, picked up the wooden stick by the door and stepped forward: "I'm leaving."
The old Taoist was startled: "Where are you going?" Do you want to leave too and go to the deep mountains and forests to find Buddha?
Monk Mu said: "Go to the nearest Jiangnan Road first."
The old Taoist stretched out his hand to grab his monk's robe: "Master, in the north, Madam Chu and Ma Jiang fought fiercely on Huainan Road. Ande Zhonglian captured the thirteen cities in the southeast. Jiangnan Road is already in danger. We have just passed through the rebels here, but they are The safest place.¡±
Monk Mu smiled and said, "I am different from the Five Taoists. He retreats from the world to seek the Tao, while I enter the world and seek the Buddha."
He stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction with his wooden stick.
¡°A time of peace and prosperity is a Buddha, and a time of chaos and chaos is also a Buddha.¡±
"When there is peace and prosperity, there will be chaos and war, and when there is chaos and chaos, there will be peace and prosperity. Everything is cause and effect, and everything is the law of heaven."
The old Taoist knew that he could not stop Monk Mu from leaving, just as the master of the temple could not stop the monk from entering for food and accommodation, so he had to send him off with tears in his eyes, and everyone else followed.
"Master, how can we live?" A child asked the Buddha in tears.
Monk Mu turned around and said: "Live at the expense of life, die in hope of life."
The children can¡¯t understand the Buddhist words of Zen, just like they don¡¯t understand how the day has turned out like this, but they know that nothing can stop it. They can only watch the wooden monk floating away with his staff, like an immortal stepping on the clouds in the dense forest in the morning light.
Immortals come and go without a trace, and they cannot be by your side forever.
One child wiped his nose and said blankly: "I heard from my parents that Mrs. Chu from Guangzhou Prefecture on Huainan Road is an immortal. She guards Huainan Road and protects everyone who comes to her."
My parents were hesitant to go to Gwangju at that time, but after all, it was hard to leave their homeland. They always thought that disaster would not happen, but
The child covered his face and cried.
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It¡¯s not just children crying in Jianglingfu city, adults are also crying. Every house is closed, but the streets are full of people, bumping into each other like headless flies.
"You can't leave the city. The rebels have already attacked. If you go out, you will die."
"The rebels are coming. If you stay in the city, you will die."
Whether to go out of the city or hide at home seems to be a dead end, leaving people with no choice.
The Li family mansion was also in chaos.
"What's going on? What's going on?" Mrs. Li hurriedly walked out of the back house surrounded by a group of women without using a cane, "Why aren't you leaving?"
Li Fengchang was surrounded by a group of housekeepers and servants who were in chaos. When he heard his mother's question, he squeezed over and answered: "Mom, wait a moment, our soldiers and horses haven't come back yet."
Mrs. Li stamped her feet and cursed: "God damn Jiangling Mansion, how can you borrow our soldiers and horses! Are our soldiers and horses used as cattle and horses for others!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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