C130 The Fortuitous Encounter in the Coiling Dragon Temple

Before he decided to go to the provincial capital of Lanzhou to pay a visit to the chairman of He Feng Bank, Zhao Yingzhe, in the evening, the sun was about to set near the peak of Xishan. Fan Wenbin drove back to his hometown alone. His parents did not call him to come back. Instead, after he got off work, he temporarily thought of returning to his hometown.

After passing the toll station, he passed by Coiling Dragon Mountain, which was located on the north bank of the Yellow River. He inadvertently glanced over and saw the towering Coiling Dragon Temple on the peak of the mountain, facing the setting sun. It faintly emanated a mysterious, hazy, and sacred glow.

His heart suddenly stirred, and an uncontrollable impulse arose in him. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly. What an ancient temple that was illuminated by Buddhist light. In the past, every time he passed by this place, he would only glance at it indifferently and absent-mindedly. However, at this moment, he suddenly had an impulse to enter the temple and worship Buddha.

"What's going on? Why would he have such a strange thought?" After thinking for a while, he saw that the weather was still early, so he parked the Land Rover under an ancient tree by the roadside. Stepping on the golden afterglow, he strolled up the mountain and walked into the Coiling Dragon Temple.

Coiling Dragon Mountain was located behind Xiwan Village's General Guping Hill. The mountain was steep and bent. Looking from afar, it was like a giant dragon lying on the ground, facing Mount Indigo on the south bank of the Yellow River, displaying a vigorous and majestic aura.

Standing on the peak of the mountain, looking down from above, it was as if a giant dragon was lying on the ground, facing off against Mount Black Orchid on the south bank of the Yellow River. The entire West Bay Village and both sides of the Yellow River could be seen at a glance, causing people to feel open-minded and heroic. On a very warm winter morning more than two thousand years ago, the heroic and resourceful Hanwu Emperor hunted by the Yellow River and ascended Coiling Dragon Mountain. He could not help but let out a world-shaking sigh, causing the northern crossing of the Ancient Silk Road to be at peace, and for a time, his name spread throughout the world.

The Coiling Dragon Temple was built on the peak of the Coiling Dragon Mountain. It was not large, but its appearance was grand and ancient. The ancient trees in the courtyard blotted out the sun and the sun, and the morning bell and evening drum added a deep and mysterious aura. Throughout the four seasons, visitors came in an endless stream, and incense sticks curled up. It was very exuberant.

The Coiling Dragon Temple and the White Cloud Temple on Mount Black Orchid were connected by the river. One was worshipping the Buddha, and the other was worshipping the Buddha. The other worshiped the Dao Sect. The scale of the buildings were all unique, but their history was very ancient. They were both the most famous temples on both sides of the Yellow River, and could be said to be the two peaks of the confrontation between the Buddhist Sect and the Dao Sect in Daan.

Facing the setting sun, when Fan Wenbin walked into the mountain gate, he just happened to hear the beat of the drum. In an instant, the distant, deep, and ancient tones reverberated in the pure sky above the Yellow River, causing him to immediately develop a feeling of freedom.

There was only one true monk in the Coiling Dragon Temple, and that was none other than the abbot. There were quite a number of secular disciples. These secular disciples would gather at the temple fair on the first or fifteenth day to recite the scriptures. After the matter was settled, They would return to their respective homes. It could be said that when there was a problem, he would be a monk. When you have nothing to do, you are a citizen. When you have nothing to do, Presenter Kong is single. He always treated the temple as his home.

In Fan Wenbin's distant and vague memories, this Kong Monk was a local. He was tall and strong, and his surname was Zhan. As for his real name, many people could not remember it. They respectfully addressed him as "Ancestor Advisor," but behind him was called "Old Monk. "

According to legend, when the empty monk was young, he was also very romantic and unrestrained. He had been fooled by the Yellow River for many years and earned a lot of silver. But later on, he did not know what happened and suddenly became a monk. This time, he had been in the Coiling Dragon Temple for more than forty years.

In his entire life, he had not married or married into a family. In these 40 plus years, He had been alone in the temple for more than 40 years. However, he left an unknown, run-down temple. It was an undeniable fact that he had devoted himself to developing a Buddhist temple that was very influential on both sides of the Yellow River. It also won the sincere support of many Buddhists, and they respected him as their "Grandmaster. "

As soon as he entered the mountain gate, It was built against the mountain, and it was magnificent and magnificent. Two lines of large words and couplets flew towards him. They were simple, thick, and powerful, and it was very thought-provoking. The four of them all had a clear Buddhist nature, and the six of them were peaceful proof of Bodhi.

In the center of the palace, there was a huge statue of Shakyamuni worshipped. On the right was the Bodhisattva who would grant all requests, and on the left was the intelligent and wise Bodhisattva Wenshi. On both sides of the palace were the four heavenly kings who were staring with their jaws wide open, punching and kicking, as well as the eighteen arhats of various shapes and forms. Every sculpture was lifelike, causing people to involuntarily feel a sense of respect.

On the wide offering table beneath the feet of the Buddha, there were long green lanterns and fresh flowers that were not thanked, and the candlelight flickered and smoke curled about. Within the spacious hall, the solemn atmosphere was solemn and solemn. Coupled with the lingering sound of the drums of the evening, which echoed throughout the hall, it added a sense of sacredness and dignity that could not be blasphemed.

In the middle of it, Fan Wenbin immediately felt that he was extremely tiny. In front of the sacred and unapproachable Buddha, the chairman of a listed company, this illustrious title that sounded very dazzling and new today, also instantly lost its dazzling brilliance.

The Buddhist Dharma was vast and the universe boundless. A mortal in the mortal world was like a grain of dust in the boundless universe. A drop of water in the Desert Sky River was insignificant and inconsequential. Compared to the Buddha, a human's life was too short, so short that it was not worth mentioning at all.

Buddha was eternal and inextinguishable. No one knew how many years he had existed, but everyone knew very well that Buddha would always exist like mountains and rivers, forever existing. Life was just a bolt of lightning in the deep and distant night sky, fleeting like a flash of white light, and not in the blink of an eye.

Three thick and long black incense sticks were lit, and they were very pious as they were properly inserted into the incense burner. Then, both knees knelt on the praying mat. He respectfully kowtowed three times, his palms pressed together in front of his chest. After silently congratulating him, Fan Wenbin stood up. With a slightly relaxed mood, he placed a few hundred yuan notes into the Merit Box. After that, he slowly walked out of the spacious Treasure Hall.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out, he raised his head and saw Kong Monk wearing a large yellow monk robe. His expression was cold, and he was bathed in the final trace of the afterglow. He was like a half-iron tower that stood within the courtyard and stared fixedly at him. At this moment, there were only the two of them in the entire temple, and they seemed a little lonely and lonely.

"Excuse me, benefactor, are you from the city?" After a moment, the silence was broken. Staring at the middle-aged man who looked very refined, he asked in a cold voice. The hoarse and loud voice pierced through the cold air and lingered in the courtyard, giving off a very deep power.

Fan Wenbin hurriedly put on a smile and called him "Ancestral Advisor" according to the popular way. He said very modestly, "I came from the city, and I specially came to the Coiling Dragon Temple to burn incense. " As he spoke, he sized up this old monk that he had recognized since young, from top to bottom, from left to right.

Although it had been many years since they had met, it seemed like there were no obvious signs of aging in the air. A man in his 70s was still fat, with big ears and red lights all over his face, and he looked like a healthy, carefree, and carefree person.

At that moment, he could not help but sigh in his heart. People who are far away from the secular world live without desires and freedom. Unlike me, who pursue fame and fortune all day long, I sometimes feel tired and tired. This year, I'm not even 50 years old yet, but I feel tired and have white hair.

Seeing the other party looking at him with a very curious gaze and looking at him very seriously, Kong immediately laughed heartily and said in a clear voice, "Since you're a guest from the city, then please come to the ear room to have a cup of tea and talk. " Then, he added, " At this time, I am the only one in the temple. It is very convenient to speak. "

Actually, since the first step Fan Wenbin took to enter the Coiling Dragon Temple, his gaze had always been fixed on him. He did not leave for a moment, and carefully observed each and every move of the other. The ear room was located on the left side of the Mahavira Hall. Through the windows and windows, no one who entered and exited the temple could escape from his eyes.

Judging from the clean clothes and calm demeanor of the person, especially his white and refined face, it was obvious that he had made a preliminary judgment. He was a person with a very high social status in Daan County. When he came to Coiling Dragon Temple alone at sunset to offer incense, other than an accident that would deceive the eyes and ears, he must also have a very special thought on his mind.

As for what was on his mind, he was unable to accurately guess for a moment. Over ten years of his life as a scavenger of the Yellow River, coupled with more than forty years of temple life, he had cultivated a pair of Fiery Golden Eyes. While he had experienced countless poor people, he had also seen a lot of rich and powerful people.

Later, when he saw that the other party had finished burning the incense and walked out of the Mahavira Hall with a relaxed expression, with the intention of leaving the Panlong Temple, Kong quickly walked out and blocked the person in the courtyard. He didn't want this distinguished guest that could only be chanced upon by luck to leave so easily.

At this time, the sun had already completely set, and the night quietly spread out. In the cold wind, Coiling Dragon Mountain also gradually sank into the increasingly thick darkness of the night. A few sparrows that had returned to their nests hid under the roof, chirping noisily before they fell asleep.

Fan Wenbin raised his head and looked at the gradually darkening and hazy sky. He then stared intently at the empty monk. When he saw the sincere and longing expression on the monk's face, he could not help but think that it was a very happy thing to take this opportunity to meet this old monk who was rather mysterious on both sides of the Yellow River.

Hence, he smiled slightly and said, "I'll accept your invitation respectfully and disturb the Ancestral Master. " After that, he followed him into the earroom. This old monk who had a great reputation on both sides of the Yellow River was also the oldest. In Fan Wenbin's heart, he had always been a person full of mysteriousness.

A stove had already been lit in his ear room. The charcoal fire was burning fiercely, and it was very warm and comfortable. Although he was a lone old man, he had cleaned up the room very well, especially when it was empty, especially since it was very clean. It gave people a warm feeling like they were going home.

"Patron, please have some tea. This is a gift from a southern businessman to me. It's a high-grade Turquoise Conch Spring. " When he was free, he placed a cup of tea in front of the guest and said with a smile, "I've always been reluctant to use it. I've always kept it to specially entertain distinguished guests. "

The Green Spiral Spring was produced in Jiangsu Taihu, Dongting Mountain. As one of the top ten tea in China, it was created in the Ming Dynasty and was a treasure of famous tea. It was famous for its appearance, beauty, fragrance, and rich taste. When Qian Long went down to Jiangnan, he was already famous.

As tea trees were planted between fruit trees, the tea sucked in the fragrance of fruits and the smell of flowers and tea gave birth to the Green Conch Spring Tea that contained the natural flavor of flowers and fruits. Dongting Lake's history was quite ancient. Nature carried an ancient aura, and the green conch spring was born from the heart of the green blood pill. It had a unique charm.

After taking a sip of the hot tea, Fan Wenbin understood that the old monk was speaking the truth and had no intention of raising his value. Immediately, he gave a grateful smile and sincerely said, "Ancestor is so hospitable, no wonder Coiling Dragon Temple's incense offerings are so exuberant. "

At this time, he had already vaguely guessed that. . . Old Monk Kong had warmly kept him here. He definitely had something to say. However, he then thought about it. The old monk didn't know him, and the two of them didn't have any relationship. What could possibly happen?

Under the light, he saw a trace of doubt on Fan Wenbin's face, and he knew what he was thinking in his heart. He smiled calmly and said loudly, "The winter night is very long, and sometimes I feel very lonely. I just want to talk to you, and I don't have any other intentions. "

Then, he said self-deprecatingly, "From the first day I became a monk, it has been more than forty years, but I have yet to completely break away from the secular world. Every night when it is quiet at night, there will be a kind of loneliness. I also want to find someone to talk to and drive away the loneliness of this long night. "

When he said this, a trace of a cold smile appeared in his heart as he thought to himself: If you were a very ordinary devotee, why would I leave you in the temple for no reason? It was only when he saw that you had an extraordinary bearing and that you were a great figure, that he intentionally left you behind.

However, after hearing what the old monk said, Fan Wenbin secretly heaved a sigh of relief. 'So that's how it is. ' Earlier, I thought too much. I always felt that this old monk had some ulterior motives. Now that I heard him say this, I only wanted to find someone to talk to and relieve my boredom. There was no other meaning.

He stared fixedly at the old monk who had an extraordinary appearance and a white beard under the light, and suddenly, a trace of dense curiosity arose in his heart. According to his grandfather, Fan Zhengkun, when he was young, this old monk had once been a famous scavenger on the Yellow River. He had fished up quite a number of corpses. Why not take this opportunity to let him tell those extremely interesting stories from the past?

Therefore, he followed the topic closely and said with a smile, "Ancestor, I have nothing to do tonight. Apart from offering incense, I also want to chat with Ancestral Advisor. It seems that the two of us have thought of each other. It is fate. " As soon as he finished speaking, he let out a loud laugh.

"Benefactor is a straightforward person. " After taking a sip of tea, he also laughed loudly and said, "Tonight, there are only the two of us in the Coiling Dragon Temple. There is no third person. Let's take advantage of fate and have a long talk all night. "

Unexpectedly, after listening to Fan Wenbin's self-introduction, Kong actually revealed a very shocked expression. He sized up the other party in a slightly disbelieving manner, and repeatedly asked, "Are you really Fan Zhengkun's grandson?" Then, he sighed slightly and said in a deep voice, "My life was saved by Great-Grandfather Fan. "

"My grandfather saved your life before?" Seeing this, Fan Wenbin was also shocked. He stared at the other party and could not help but ask, "Great-grandfather, you know my grandfather?" He then muttered to himself, "There are many people who know my grandfather. "

Seeing Fan Wenbin's face full of surprise, after a moment, Kong said apologetically, "After I heard the news of Great-Grandfather Fan's death, He was very sad and also wanted to go to the Fan family. But then I thought about it. It's better if I don't go. I'll go to the Coiling Dragon Temple. I recited the Six Paths Vajra Mantra for him 108 times. " After saying that, he placed his palms together in front of his chest. He closed his eyes and chanted "Amitabha. "

After a while, he said with a heavy voice, "Before the liberation, your grandfather was the leader of this older brother association in Da An. He knew a lot of people, and he also did a lot of world-shaking things. " Then, he stared closely at Fan Wenbin and said in a deep voice, "If you want to hear, I'll tell you about the matter of your grandfather saving me. "