Climbing is inconvenient, and the Ganlu Temple is in ruins. I was there last year and had nothing to see, but the Jinshan Temple is good, the mountain is not high, and it is easy to visit."

Zhang Dai invited everyone to visit Jinshan Temple. Zhou Menong, Ni Yuanlu, Wang Binglin, Weng Yuansheng and others all wanted to go. Zhang Yuan also cherished the scenery on the road and was happy to go. The missionary Jin Nige heard that he was visiting a Buddhist temple, so of course he would not go.

, sixteen of the twenty-four people who wanted to go, together with nearly forty servants, gathered on Ruan Dacheng's boat and moved it to the foot of Jinshan Temple——

Jinshan is an island in the middle of the river. The so-called Wanchuan East Zhuan Island is neutral. It strangles the throat of the Yangtze River waterway and has always been a must for military strategists. Jinshan Temple is built on the mountain. The mountain is the temple and the temple is the mountain. The scenery is secluded and the shape is stunning.

Naturally, the water-covered Jinshan Mountain in the Legend of White Snake is here.

Two drums were handed over at the hour, the crescent moon was setting in the west, the moonlight was snow-colored, white above and below, and the solitary Jinshan Pagoda on the top of the mountain was so solemn and pure. The temple was in the middle of the river, and it was a cold winter night. Except for Zhang Dai and Zhang Yuan,

Apart from the group, there were no other tourists. Everyone passed through the Dragon King Hall and entered the Mahavira Hall. There were no monks along the way, and the surroundings were quiet. Only a few long bright lamps were shining brightly in front of the Buddha. There was sparse snow outside the hall, and at first glance it looked like moonlight leaking from the treetops.

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Ruan Dacheng and Zhang Dai ordered their servants to set up lights, gongs, drums, cymbals, shengs, flutes, and flutes in the hall. Ruan Dacheng dressed up as Han Shizhong, and Zhang Dai asked Suzhi to play Liang Hongyu and sang in the hall.

"King Han Qi's Battle at Jinshan" tells the story of Han Shizhong, Liang Hongyu and his wife who defeated an army of 100,000 gold men and women at Jinshan. It was very passionate and lively, with loud gongs and drums and passionate singing, which alarmed all the young and old monks at Jinshan Temple.

They gathered in the main hall and looked around. They saw bright lights, loud drums, colorful clothes, and graceful appearances. These monks were completely confused and did not dare to ask who the opera singer was? Why were they singing opera here in the middle of the night?

When Liang Hongyu was beating the drums to help the battle, Zhang Dai felt that Su Zhi had no strength. Such a scattered and weak drumbeat could not mobilize morale. He glanced at Mu Zhenzhen next to Zhang Yuan and came over to ask Mu Zhenzhen to play Liang Hongyu——

Mu Zhenzhen shrank behind Zhang Yuan and said repeatedly: "My servant doesn't know how to act. I really don't know how to act."

Zhang Dai said: "Now there is no need for you to perform or sing. All you have to do is go up and beat the drum as hard as you can. The faster the drum beats, the better."

Zhang Yuan also encouraged Mu Zhenzhen to go. When Mu Zhenzhen saw the young master speaking, he stepped forward, took the drumstick, and started beating it hard. Mu Zhenzhen was good at using the small panlong stick, and his wrist was strong and flexible. Very quickly,

Then he mastered the essentials of drumming. "The head is like a green mountain peak, and the hands are like white raindrops." The sound of the drum is like boiling and shaking. Even the Buddha statues in the Main Hall are shaking. One hundred thousand golden soldiers feed the fish in the Yangtze River amidst the sound of the drum.

turtle……

The monks in the temple craned their necks to watch, listened with their ears pricked up, and when they heard the wonderful points, they also raised their eyebrows and raised their eyes with vivid expressions. There was an old monk with dull eyes who yawned and rubbed his eyes, trying to see more clearly -

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After the performance of the play was over, it was already after the third watch. Ruan Dacheng and others packed up the lights and stage sets and left the main hall, passed the Dragon King Hall and headed down the mountain. None of the monks who were watching the temple dared to come forward to ask questions. They looked at each other in surprise and said something strange.

An old monk was brave enough to quietly follow Zhang Yuan and others to the foot of the mountain. He watched the group of people board the boat and unmoored the boat to cross the river. The boat had already sailed far away. The old monk stood at the foot of the mountain holding a small lantern and watched, rubbing his hands.

With my eyes, I wonder if this group of actors who come and go suddenly are humans, monsters or ghosts?

After a long time, the old monk returned to the main hall. The hall was completely silent, and there were still only a few dim yellow lamps in front of the Buddha.

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