Eighteen years later, the first war against Japan in the history of China ended. It was known as the "Anti-Japanese War."
Eighteen years later, at Shaolin Temple.
"Few people come to the wild temple, and the clouds are separated by deep water. The setting sun is still high, and the cold fragrance fills the empty forest.”
On the stone steps in the distance, a man who looked like a scholar was slowly walking over. He looked at the Shaolin Temple in the clouds and recited a poem by Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty.
As they spoke, Shaolin was already in front of them. The main door was low and plain, the wood on the door was already rotten. If one didn't pay attention, it would definitely be a farmer's house. Above the door, there was a bronze plaque with the words " Shaolin Temple " written on it. The two stone lions on both sides of the door had been through countless hardships, and their outlines were already blurry.
The man put his palms together and looked at the temple gate for a while. Then, he tidied his clothes and stepped into the main gate gently, afraid of disturbing the tranquility.
As soon as he stepped into the temple hall, a statue of Buddha came into view. The man stepped forward and respectfully offered incense. Then, he knelt down and bowed with his hands folded in front of him. He closed his eyes slightly as if he was making a wish.
When he got up, he realized that the abbot was standing behind him, so he bowed. The white-bearded host returned the greeting and then carefully examined the man in front of him. He had delicate features, bright eyes, long eyelashes, a small and tall nose, and a faint smile on his beautiful lips. His body was tall, and his actions were elegant and graceful.
"Benefactor, forgive this old monk for being blunt," the abbot said."From your appearance, this old monk thinks that you must be a scholar, but not an ordinary scholar."”
The man smiled faintly and said,"I hope Master can give me some advice."”
"Since benefactor doesn't mind, please forgive this old monk for speaking bluntly." Almsgiver, you have traveled thousands of miles to come to this sparsely populated Shaolin Temple. It can be seen that you have a noble heart and yearn for peace and leisure. Patron, you must be feeling indignant about the current world. This has something to do with your experience.”
As soon as he said this, the man's eyes were like stars in the sky. They suddenly shone with light. There was shock, joy, sigh, and helplessness.
"Grandmaster can be said to be my confidant. I'm Xiang Tiange, and I'm willing to be friends with Grandmaster.”the man said excitedly.
"Haha, my Dharma name is Zhikong." Patron, you're too kind. The people of Buddhism advocate universal love. I am willing to enlighten all devout disciples of Buddhism. How can I dislike them? From the looks of it, benefactor and my Buddha are fated. I'm afraid that when we meet again, it will be the day I cut your hair for you!”
"Good!" Zhi Kong said.
As he spoke, brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were presented. Xiang Tiange gently picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote the following words lightly:
"The journey was bone-chilling, and I went back to sleep.”
Zhi Kong nodded deeply and thanked him. Tiange thanked him.
"Let this old monk lead the benefactor to the backyard to rest. What do you think?"
"Thank you for your kindness, Master Ling.”
Xiang Tiange thought that since he had come to such a quiet place, he might as well stay for a while to eliminate the worries of the world.
He slowly walked to the back garden and realized how wise his choice was. The peach forest was filled with red rain and swallows flying. It was the end of spring, and the fragrance assailed the nose. On the deep and rugged path, red pistils piled up. Walking in the peach forest, he unconsciously chanted to Tiange," In the messy flowers and flying catkins, slowly walking on the fragrant grass."”One piece, two pieces. The peach blossoms drifted in the air and stained the lapel. It could be said to be poetic. He could not help but casually say,
"Falling catkins are only disturbing dreams, and the mud of the fallen stamens is even more fragrant.”
"How can such an elegant realm be worthy of Tiange's appreciation?”; After saying this, Tiange wanted to take back her words. Because, through the layers of peach shadows, he could vaguely see a woman standing in the red rain in the fog. Thus, Tiange wrote another poem: "
"Peach soul separated by three inches of shadow, vaguely in the fog.”
The woman also saw him and shyly revealed a gentle smile.
Before he could see what was going on with Tiange, the woman had already left.
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