Climb up this steep ladder and finally reach Kasyapa Hall.

The two stood at the door holding hands, looking at each other, taking a breath, washing their hands, and went in to pray.

Hiking is really like this. When you climb up the stairs and walk in front of the Buddha, you just want to throw yourself down.

"Kasyapa Hall, also known as Kassapa Hall. It is said that the Venerable Kasyapa once meditated on the big stone in the hall for five hundred years. It is the first temple in Jizu Mountain and the ancestral hall of all the temples in the mountain."

After entering the third level of the first level palace, they worshiped the Venerable Kassapa, and the two of them visited the surroundings. The gate is not big, but the inside is very grand, and the architecture is also very gorgeous.

As we walked all the way to the back, we saw that the legendary big stone was no longer the place where the Venerable Kasyapa was in meditation. There were several rows of stone lotus terraces in the woods, where monks meditated.

Now there is no one, only a calico cat lying on a lotus platform.

The fairy's eyes widened and she saw the cat again. The calico cat also saw the fairy, lazily raised its upper body and swung its tail. He Huan put the fairy down and said, "Let's talk to Elder Sanhua again. Let's see if Elder Lihua is Gao Shen."

Elder Sanhua is still enlightened."

Long Teng looked at him speechlessly. The fairy had tentatively walked over and sat on the lotus platform opposite Elder Sanhua, looking at it curiously.

"Let's sit down too." He Huan placed the bag on a lotus stand.

"Ah!" Long Teng was a little panicked, "Can we sit down?"

"If cats can sit, we can sit."

He Huan sat down first, and Long Teng also sat down on the lotus platform next to him, still a little afraid to sit down.

He Huan sat calmly, closed his eyes, enjoying the mountain breeze, listening to the sound of the pine waves, and the communication between the fairy and the three-flowered meow next to him.

Long Teng glanced at him, really afraid that he would fall into trance.

Just listen to him say: "The earliest record of Kasyapa Palace was that it was built in the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty, which was the reign of Zhu Di and the heyday of the Ming Dynasty.

Two hundred years later, at the end of the Ming Dynasty, in the seventh year of Chongzhen, Governor Zhang of Yunzhou moved the Kasyapa Temple to the top of Tianzhu Peak, where the Kasyapa Temple was built on the original site.

In the ninth year of Chongzhen, Governor Zhang was entrusted by Mu Tianbo, Duke of Guizhou, to move the Golden Palace of Paoma Mountain to the top of Tianzhu Peak. Because there was a Golden Palace, it became the Golden Summit Temple, and it was changed back to the Kasyapa Palace.

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Long Teng looked at him, "Are you a time traveler from that era? How do you remember it so clearly?"

He Huan smiled, "Although a lot of information now says that the Golden Palace was moved in the 14th year of Chongzhen. But "Xu Xiake's Travels" says otherwise. Xu Xiake came to Jizu Mountain at the end of the 11th year of Chongzhen.

Xu Xiake said that the presiding master of Jueding Kassapa Palace was so famous because he was a fellow Shaanxi monk from Governor Zhang. Governor Zhang appointed him to preside over Jueding Kassapa Palace, and the Mu Mansion moved the Golden Palace to him.

Both men and women like big and shiny things, so the incense is very popular. Just like today, the Jinding Temple is the most popular today.

But for a scholar like Xu Xiake, the most prosperous ones are not necessarily the ones he likes most.

Once, he went to Biyun Temple to play with the host Huan Kong, and they had a good chat with Huan Kong. Huan Kong invited him to eat fruit.

After eating the fruit, he continued walking and came to a good place, Xilai Temple, which is the temple of Shaanxi monks. This is also the temple presided over by Mingkong.

Xu Xiake said: Mingkong is just a lay monk! He can't even see the dust and smoke in the illusory sky! His knowledge is about the same as that of the disciples of Biyun Temple. He only knows how to receive men and women who come to the mountain.

Xu Xiake often commented on the monks of various temples in his travel notes.

One time he was recording stele in Fangguang Temple. The light in the temple was dark. He was working very hard and was hungry. All the masters in Fangguang Temple had gone out. There was only one young monk who was too stupid to entertain guests.

Xu Xiake wrote in his diary: I gave him copper coins, so he used bamboo to light a fire and cooked vegetables for me to eat. He felt aggrieved. People who can write diaries are amazing!"

Long Teng looked at him dumbfounded.

He Huan, still with his eyes closed, continued: "Hundreds of years later, everyone will know that the little monk is ignorant. All the masters and monks in the mountain grabbed Xu Xiake when they saw him, leaving him fruit, tea, food and the night. This little monk was too ignorant.

The eyesight has seen it!

There was also a sick monk in Zhizhi'an, so we allowed him to eat, but we, Xu Da Traveler, had been sitting there for a long time, and when we came out, we saw that the monk had just started washing rice."

Long Teng covered his mouth to suppress his laughter.

The corners of He Huan's lips turned up, "Traveler Xu was so heartbroken at that time. Are you keeping me to eat? Or are you keeping me to eat? He ran away without even saying hello, and went to Monk Juexin of Jingyun Temple to have dinner.

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Our great traveler is so willful! Anyway, I can eat anywhere. You let me eat, and I stayed to give you face. But you made me wait here for a long time, and the rice hasn't even been cooked yet!"

Long Teng covered his mouth and his eyes were clenched. Although he was afraid that he would be tired from talking all the time, it was really interesting to listen to what he said.

"Young monk, the sick monk is fine. Anyway, he has no name. Mingkong, the master in charge of the two temples, was clearly written down by Xu Da Traveler. His temple is first-rate, but his knowledge is second-rate.

Xu Xiake is right, Master Mingkong, so what if you preside over Kasyapa Hall? So what if you have many good men and women worshiping you? Don’t you know that "Xu Xiake's Travels" is to be passed down to future generations?"

"Hahaha..." Long Teng couldn't hold it back anymore and bit his lip again.

He Huan said seriously, "But his junior brother, Master Sankong, is much better. He is a detached person and left me to eat."

Long Teng laughed so hard that he leaned on his knees, "Is Xu Xiake a foodie? He can remember a meal for so long!"

"Can you not remember it?" He Huan said, "It was the second day of the Lunar New Year in 1639! Huan Kong invited me to eat fruit, San Kong invited me to eat, both were empty, why are you Ming Kong so ignorant?

And he specifically mentioned that it was already afternoon when Sankong invited him to dinner! What do you mean? It was noon when he passed by Xilai Temple! It's Chinese New Year! It's noon! Mingkong, why don't you invite me to dinner?" He Huan said

A look of resentment appeared on his face.

"Hahaha..." Long Teng rested his head on his knees and looked sideways at him, "I'm so similar to you! You want to eat wherever you go! And I reminded Master Wuti of Zhonghe Temple to treat you to dinner!"

He Huan also smiled, "Speaking of Master Wuti, I miss him. Let's go to Cangshan Mountain to visit him after we get down from Jizu Mountain."

"You want to go to dinner, right?"

He Huan laughed.

"I will also take a notebook and write down whoever invites me and who doesn't invite me in the future."

Long Teng gave him a gentle push.

He Huan shook his head with a smile, "The petty minds of literati! Nowadays, people who are somewhat famous are all pretentious, but if you read the words of those literati, the people in them are all alive and have their own personalities. His own little emotions are also

Exposed.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year in 1639, Xu Xiake had dinner in the afternoon and wanted to go to Xilai Temple to visit the naturally cracked cave on the stone wall. However, the monks used it to lock up tourists' horses and not allow them to enter.

There are places that our Xu Da travelers cannot enter! So we said: I am deeply saddened! Words that appear frequently in "Xu Xiake's Travels": joy! hate!

Just like the five hundred Arhats we saw at the Zhusheng Temple, they were not always serious and smiling, but also happy, angry, sad, resentful, and hateful. Buddhas are human beings too!

But nowadays, people are often asked like a saint. If they fail to do anything, they will be held on and misunderstood, which is more powerful than Xu Xiake's short composition!"

Long Teng sat on his lotus platform and held his arm.

"So, nine-year compulsory education is not very good. If you can read and type, you can troll people everywhere." He Huan turned to look at her tenderly, "For example, if we are cuddling together on the Buddhist lotus platform like this, how can we

If someone takes a photo and posts it online, I'm afraid I'll be sprayed to the point of death."

He Huan sighed, "Those who have many rules are just bystanders. It won't be like this if you read more books."

Long Teng looked at him, "I see you've read so many books and you're still biting people!"

He Huan raised his hand and rubbed her head, "Who is a little famous person nowadays who is not cautious in his words and deeds? Every word and deed is magnified, and they are all treated as enemies and knocked down.

But if you look at the great poets and writers in the past, they were not all about their country and the world. "Xu Xiake's Travels" records so many magnificent mountains and rivers, but there is also no shortage of trivial laughter and curses.

Now, if his travel notes were live-streamed and uploaded as he went, no one would notice the scenery and interesting people he wrote about. They would just grab those trivial things and blast him until he shuts himself down.

No one can be a saint, but many people are shaping saints, and everyone has different standards for saints. The key is that others don’t want to be saints.”

He Huan supported the lotus platform and looked up at the sky that was cut into pieces of sapphire by the branches and the white clouds dispersed. "I think that the ultimate happiness of being a human being is when a person can freely release his true nature."

Suddenly, the white clouds in front of me were blocked by a gray cloud.

He Huan looked over and saw a monk bowing slightly, clasping his hands together, "Amitabha."

"Amitabha." The two stood up and clasped their hands.

Is this to drive them away?

Just as he was about to jump down, the monk asked: "Is the donor coming down the mountain? Do you want to stay overnight? Although it is already afternoon, I can still prepare dinner for the donor."

He Huan was very embarrassed. Long Teng's lips widened. He's a bitch, right? Where did he hear this?

He Huan hurriedly clasped his hands and bowed, "Master, you're welcome. We are going up the mountain and come here to have a rest. We will stay at the Golden Summit at night."

Long Teng looked at him with gloating, who just said that all the vulgar men and women would go to the Golden Summit? Did they shoot themselves in the foot?

The monk smiled and nodded, turned around and went down.

He Huan turned to look at his back. Long Teng looked at him with a smile on his face, "Are you proud? Why don't you leave quickly?"

The two were about to leave when the monk came up again, carrying a fruit plate and said, "Please give me some fruit to quench your thirst." After saying that, he placed it on the lotus platform in front of them and sat cross-legged on the lotus platform opposite.

The two of them looked at each other and realized that He Huan had already arrived. He followed the situation and pulled Long Teng to sit down.

Long Teng was embarrassed and sat next to him on the lotus platform.

It was also a rare experience to enjoy fruit on the lotus throne in the ancestral court in the mountains. He Huan didn't hesitate to pick it up and eat it. The monk also ate with them.

After chatting for a while, He Huan actually wanted to continue chatting with him, but he still had to go to the Golden Summit.

He stood up and said goodbye: "Thank you for the hospitality, master, we are leaving."

The monk also stood up and said, "The donor has returned from the mountain. My name is Yingkong, and I am also Kong. The donor can write me as a good monk."

"Hahaha..." He Huan laughed, clasping his hands together was no longer enough, and held his hand, "Okay, Master Yingkong, I will come again."
To be continued...