When Yang Ning woke up, a ray of sunlight shone in from the window, scattering light in the room. He opened his eyes and looked around. He felt strange and unfamiliar. He suddenly sat up and felt a tingling sensation in his chest. It has long since disappeared.
He calmed down and looked around, only to see that this was an ordinary wing room with two small windows and criss-crossed window strips, and the light shone in through the gaps in the window strips.
The furnishings in the house are very clean and simple. In addition to the bed where I sleep, there is a section in the middle, and there is an identical bed on the opposite side. It is very simple. Between the two beds, there is only a pine table and a few small pine stools. There are also Tea cup teapot.
The quilt and sheets on the bed opposite are all gray and white, with no other colors, and are folded squarely.
Opposite is a wall, and in the middle is a banner with a simple word written on it: Qing!
Yang Ning frowned and stood up from the bed. He only remembered that he suddenly had chest pain in the Hou Mansion, like needles and knives, and he passed out, and he didn't know who was going on.
When I woke up, I was in this place. Everything was very strange. It was obviously not the Hou Mansion.
The door of the room was ajar. Yang Ning took two steps and felt light under his feet. His body felt a little weak. He didn't know how long he had been there.
When he went out, the warm sunshine fell on his body, giving him a faint warmth.
Outside the door is a small courtyard with several pines and cypresses and bushes of grass. A bluestone path leads directly to the courtyard door. Yang Ning walks forward along the bluestone path. When he leaves the courtyard, he is greeted by a gust of breeze as he walks forward. After a few steps, he saw a cliff like the tip of a knife in front of him. Near the edge of the cliff, there was a giant bell.
He looked left and right. Outside the courtyard wall, there was a path on both sides that could only pass by one person. On one side was the courtyard wall, and on the other side was a bottomless cliff. Only the knife-tip-like cliff protruded forward.
Yang Ning was shocked, and then realized that she was on a cliff.
He walked slowly over and came to the side of the hanging clock. There was a large stone pier under the huge clock, with a slate on it. The slate was smooth and crisscrossed with lines. Yang Ning only took one look and recognized that it was a Go board. There is a small stone pier on the left and right, and it is obvious that people often play chess here on weekdays.
He was condescending, looked up, and had a panoramic view of the scenery. He could only see the undulating mountains, which were slightly curved and winding like a dragon. Between the mountains, he could vaguely see many ancient palaces and courtyards, and he could also see many precipitous places with air-conditioning towers. Suspension bridge, some palaces look antique, simple and solemn, but there are also some places that are resplendent and magnificent, which are quite conspicuous under the sun.
Yang Ning was greatly surprised. He didn't know how he would appear in such a place. He wondered if he had traveled through time again
Just as I was surprised, I suddenly heard a voice from behind: "Hey, are you awake? This is really great."
Yang Ning heard the immature voice and turned around, only to see a young monk wearing monk's robes. He was only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a delicate appearance. He was holding a basket in his hand and looking at him happily.
Yang Ning was startled for a moment and asked strangely: "You... are you talking about me?" He looked around and saw no one else, so he could only talk about himself, and asked doubtfully: "Do you know me?"
The young monk said: "You have been here for two days, young monk Zhenming, and I still don't know your Buddhist name!"
"Zhen Ming?" Yang Ning said, "Your name is Zhen Ming?"
"Exactly." The young monk raised one palm, "This is the Dharma name given by the abbot!"
Yang Ning hurriedly stepped forward and asked: "Zhen Ming, let me ask you, why am I here? What exactly is this place?"
The young monk Zhenming asked doubtfully: "You don't know where this is? This is Daguangming Temple. Oh, you are asking where we are now? We are at Tianbao Peak, which is the smallest peak of Sanbao Peak in Purple Mountain. .but where the morning bell is.”
"Purple Mountain? Daguangming Temple?" Yang Ning said confusedly: "Where is Daguangming Temple?"
Zhenming raised his hand and touched his bald head, wondering: "Da Guangming Temple is Da Guangming Temple, I... We are at Da Guangming Temple now, I don't know where it is." He asked, "Master said you were injured, so you have to stay here. Let’s rest for a while. Are you a disciple of Daguangming Temple? Haven’t you been tonsured yet?”
"A disciple of Daguangming Temple?" Yang Ning immediately shook his head and said, "I don't want to be a monk."
Zhenming asked strangely: "Don't be a monk? But... But aren't all monks in Daguangming Temple? You are not a monk, why can the temple help you heal your injuries?"
Yang Ning immediately thought of the injury that occurred when he was in the Hou Mansion. After thinking about it for a while, he also sorted out some clues and said, "You mean someone in Daguangming Temple helped me treat my injury?"
Zhenming nodded and said: "Yes, the two masters helped you heal your injuries at the same time. How do you feel now? The master said that your injuries have not fully recovered, and it will take some time, so you will stay here for the time being."
"Who is your master?"
Zhenming said: "Master's name is Jingchun, don't you know?"
Yang Ning shook his head and caught a glimpse of two fragrant scars on the bald head of little monk Zhenming. He asked curiously: "Little monk, how come you only have two fragrant scars on your head? Aren't they all nine?"
Zhenming was startled, shook his head hurriedly and said: "Don't dare, don't mess with it. These are the vow scars. There are one, two, three, six, eight, nine, twelve. The twelve points are the Bodhisattva vows. The big ones are In Guangming Temple, only the presiding uncle has nine precepts, and the master only has eight precepts. I am the lucky precept, and I am satisfied."
Only then did Yang Ning know that in Daguangming Temple, there are many details about scarring.
"Then where is your master? How many more days do I have to stay here?" Yang Ning walked into the yard and asked, "Do the two monks who helped me treat my injuries still want to help me?"
Zhenming said: "You can't say that about the two master uncles, but they and the master have gone down the mountain now and are not in the temple."
"What?" Yang Ning stopped, "Then when will they come back?"
But he was thinking that there were a lot of things going on in the Hou Mansion. He left suddenly and didn't know what the situation was like. Besides, he had made an agreement with Tang Nuo that the girl would go to Beijing to look for him within half a month. Listening to this The young monk said that he had stayed at Daguangming Temple for two days. Calculated according to the time, if Tang Nuo kept his promise, he would have arrived in the capital in these two days. If he found the Marquis' Mansion and he was not there, Tang Nuo was not familiar with the place. Don't know where it will go.
He felt no discomfort on his body, but thought that if the injury was cured, it would be better to leave as soon as possible.
Zhenming replied honestly: "They are going down the mountain to perform rituals. The master said it will take three days at the earliest to come back."
"Three days?" Yang Ning frowned and said, "I see that this Daguangming Temple has many pavilions and halls, and it is not a small temple. There will definitely be many pilgrims. Why do you have to go out to do things to make money? Is there a shortage of money in the temple?"
Zhenming was stunned and wondered: "Making money? Why make money? The emperor has passed away. In addition to the presiding master, Daguangming Temple has to sit in the sky and meditate, and the thirteen monks have gone to ten, just to hold a water and land ceremony. That is the largest The Dharma master must be in the position of ten monks before it can be perfected. The master is one of the thirteen bright monks, so he must go."
"What do you mean by thirteen monks?" Yang Ning asked curiously: "There can't be only thirteen monks in such a big temple, right?"
Zhenming said hurriedly: "No, no, there are four to five hundred people in the temple. The thirteen monks of Guangming refer to the thirteen eminent monks of the Jing generation including the presiding master." He asked: "What do you think of the great monk? Don’t Guangming Temple understand? Purity is as pure as the sea, don’t you know that?”
"I really don't know." Yang Ning sighed: "I was originally in the capital, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I was here."
Zhenming slapped his head, "Yes, I almost forgot, you just entered the temple. Alas, the master left in a hurry and didn't explain clearly." He walked into the house carrying the basket, put it on the table, and said, "Quickly Come and eat.”
Only then did Yang Ning feel really hungry. When she entered the room, Zhenming had already taken out Lan Nei's food and placed it on the table, including a small plate of tofu, a small plate of vegetables, and two bowls of rice.
"Is this... is it for one person or two people?" Yang Ning couldn't help but ask. This food, not to mention two people, could only be half full by himself.
Although Zhenming was honest, he was not stupid. He saw what Yang Ning meant and said, "Young monk is not hungry, so you can eat everything."
Although Yang Ning was hungry, he was really embarrassed to have Zhenming watching from the side. He pushed a bowl of rice over and said, "Let's eat together." He couldn't help but ask, "Is the Daguangming Temple real?" Very poor? Why do you only have these meals?"
Zhenming explained: "The senior brother from Wugutang said that in order to cultivate one's mind, one should eat less. He also said that the young monk should not overeat because he is young. It is a karmic sin."
"Are everyone else like this?" Yang Ning frowned.
Zhenming shook his head and said, "That's not true." He asked, "By the way, Master... Junior Brother, do you have a Dharma name?"
Yang Ning picked up her chopsticks and was about to eat. When Zhenming asked, she put down her chopsticks and said seriously: "Little monk, please listen clearly. I am not a monk. I am not now and I will never be in the future. I have no destiny in Buddhism in this life. It is impossible to become a glorious monk, so there will be no Dharma name." Pointing to his chest, he said: "You will call me... Brother Ning from now on!"
"Brother Ning?" Zhenming clasped his hands together: "In the temple, we always call you senior brother and junior brother. You... you entered the temple not long ago, and the young monk can only call you junior brother Ning. Is that okay?"
"Whatever, I'm too lazy to bother you." Yang Ning picked up the rice bowl and pulled it down in a few mouthfuls. He looked up and saw Zhenming staring at him blankly. He put down the bowl and chopsticks and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Junior brother Ning, you look very hungry. You should also eat this bowl." Zhenming pushed the bowl of rice in front of him, "I can bear not eating for one meal."
Yang Ning asked: "How far is the Wugu Hall from here? How about we go get some more food."
Zhenming waved his hands and said: "No, no, there is a time to break fast every day at Wugutang, and it is closed now. Let's go there now. It will take at least one stick of incense to walk to Wugutang. Even if it does, the senior brothers of Wugutang won't do it. For us."
Yang Ning slammed the table and said angrily: "What kind of senior brother are they? They are so awesome and don't even have enough food to eat. What do they want to do?"