Fang Zheng looked at Qingjing Sanren and found that she was not only curious, but also a little happy. That was the happiness of meeting a colleague. Thinking about the desolate environment around him, and then thinking about himself back then, Fang Zheng suddenly felt the same feelings as Qingjing Sanren. It was the joy of living in the mountains for a long time and meeting living people! As Lotte Tian said, humans are, after all, social animals. Cultivation of one's body after being born in the world, and cultivating one's mind when entering the world. Only by doing both can one attain enlightenment. In this regard, Lotte Tianren has gone further than Fang Zheng, and the pure Sanren in front of him seems not as good as Lotte Tianren.
Thinking of this, he replied: "The poor monk does know something about carving."
"The master is being humble. Most people will never see Pindao's polishing techniques. The master not only saw the clues, but also saw the things inside. It is really not simple. No one has come to Pindao's Taoist temple for many years. Now that the master is here, Why don't you go sit in front? Pindao also wants to know how the outside world has changed over the years." Qingjing Sanren said with a smile.
Fang Zheng was stunned and asked: "Master, from what you say, could it be that you have been living in seclusion for many years?"
In Fangzheng's eyes, Qingjing Sanren was only in her thirties. If she had lived in seclusion for many years, wouldn't it mean that she had buried herself in the mountains and forests at such a young age? At that time, women were at the same age and were experiencing the most beautiful time in the world. Whether it was life or love, it was the most happy time. At this time, they gave up everything and went into the mountains? This Qingjing Sanren is probably also a person with a story.
Qingjing Sanren smiled and said: "I have been living in seclusion for ten years. Master Fangzheng, please come here."
As they walked, Qingjing Sanren said: "Xiaojun Mountain is located in a remote place, and there are no special products or minerals on the mountain. Apart from moso bamboo, there are shrubs on the mountain. The economic value is very low. There are not many old trees, but the scenery is not bad... But it is different from the outside. The famous mountains and rivers are far behind. Therefore, not many people go up the mountain here all year round. A place like this would probably make the Master laugh."
When Qingjing Sanren said this, she smiled bitterly. In her opinion, Fang Zheng had probably never been to such a bad place in his life. At the same time, I was also a little curious as to why this monk ran up the mountain.
However, as soon as Qingjing Sanren said these words, Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "I don't know, the temple where the poor monk lives is a place where birds can't poop and chickens can't lay eggs. After all, this is a place where the poor monk is surrounded by green mountains and green waters." In this place, the mountains are blocked by heavy snow in winter, and no one goes up the mountain. In summer, when the sun shines brightly, there is no one. In spring, when the villagers are busy farming, there is still no one. Only during the autumn harvest, will people go up the mountain to have a look, and only to climb up to feel the autumn. It’s just my intention.”
When it came to this, Fang Zheng felt a little bit irritated, so he spoke very sincerely.
When Qingjing Sanren heard that there were people who chose such a bitter and cold place to practice cultivation like her, she was immediately in awe of Fang Zheng and said: "When poor Taoists entered the mountains, their friends said that they had buried the golden age, and fellow Taoists said that poor Taoists The Tao is a man of great perseverance. Now let’s look at the Pharaoh... he is worse than a poor Taoist!"
When Fang Zheng heard this, he suddenly felt bitter! Qingjing Sanren went to the mountains to practice on his own, but did he? He was adopted by a monk when he was a child. It can be said that as soon as he was born, he was assigned a career by God! When he grew up and Zen Master Yi Zhi left, the bastard system came and completely pressed his bald head on the futon and rubbed it at will...
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng couldn't help but smile bitterly...but this smile couldn't come out. After all, this is what makes people look up to him. Although this guy is passive, he is still pretending, so he can't let it go to waste.
So Fang Zheng didn't even dare to take the title seriously.
While they were talking, the two of them had already walked around a small bamboo forest, and Fang Zheng finally saw a large banyan tree. This tree was extremely huge, and its crown covered the sky and the sun, just like the precious umbrellas of the four heavenly kings, protecting the people below.
Behind the banyan tree is a two-story Taoist temple! The Taoist temple is similar to the Yizhi Temple. They both use walls to surround the big trees. However, the Yizhi Temple has a systematic wall and is tall. The wall here is different. It is a plant covered with thorns. This plant grows as tall as a person, and the roots are intertwined. It does not require anyone to take care of it, and it naturally becomes a unique natural wall. . Although it lacks a bit of elegance, it perfectly presents the natural charm.
Seeing Fangzheng looking at those spiky plants curiously, Qingjing Sanren smiled and said: "That is a local plant called wolfberry, also known as: Tielizhai, stinking orange, wolfberry plum, citrus aurantium, citrus aurantium, Orange and stinky wolfberry. In our country, they are generally planted as hedges. Its fruit can be used medicinally, can break Qi, eliminate accumulation, and treat prolapse, etc.; its seeds can be squeezed for oil; it is said that the leaves, flowers and peel can also be extracted. Essence. But this poor man can’t make it, nor can he use it, so he just uses its fruits to squeeze oil and usually uses it as a fence."
Fangzheng clicked his tongue and said in wonder: "This is the first time that a poor monk has seen such a magical plant when he has grown up to this age. Sure enough, there are all kinds of wonders in the world."
Qingjing Sanren smiled and said nothing.
In the yard, there is an Eight Immortals table under the banyan tree. The Eight Immortals table is made of stone, with pits and uneven surfaces. From time to time, water droplets falling from the banyan tree hit the Eight Immortals table and splash little by little, as if to tell the origin of these pits.
There are a few big rocks on the side, with a wooden board on top of them, which serves as a chair.
But what really makes Fang Zheng curious is that on the side of the Eight Immortals Table near the banyan tree, the fallen rhizomes of the banyan tree are actually twisted. When these twisted rhizomes are combined together, it turns out to be a chair!
Fang Zheng's eyes brightened even more. He came to this naturally formed chair and asked like a curious baby: "Master, does this grow naturally?"
As a result, Qingjing Sanren shook his head and said, "No, it was created by Pindao who took advantage of the situation and spent many years."
Fang Zheng became even more curious after hearing this.
Qingjing Sanren was not stingy either. He guided Fangzheng to sit down, and then brought over an old tea set. Among all the tea sets, only the purple clay pot looked a little extraordinary. It was clear that water was poured in, but something was poured out. Tea smells!
Fang Zheng became even more curious.
Seeing this, Qingjing Sanren shook his head helplessly, knowing that if he wanted to ask a question, he must first satisfy this curious baby. So Fangzheng was asked to taste the tea first, and she explained: "The reason why the banyan tree can live for so long is that it relies on the roots that are constantly hanging down to absorb more nutrients from the earth. In order to be buried in the ground, these The roots have extremely strong survivability and can wrap around stones, avoid obstacles, and complete the process of being buried in the soil. Pindao took advantage of the situation and set up obstacles on the way it passed, and guided it with some ropes, allowing it to grow curvedly, like weaving. These roots were woven together to finally form this chair. Pindao used this chair for eight years."
(End of chapter)