The western mountain is not high, with an altitude of more than 300 meters. Donglin Temple, built halfway up the mountain, is often surrounded by thin white clouds in summer. Green branches of pine and cypress appear outside the temple, and occasionally one or two white birds fly by, making it look like a fairy scenery. On the side of the temple, there is a stream down the mountain, and the sound of water is gurgling all year round, which is the source of the river in Changjia County.

The four of them came to the temple and the scenery changed. At the foot of the mountain, they looked at the stream that reached its end. They made a small bend in front of the square of Donglin Temple, and formed a small pond in the southeast corner of the temple, and then walked back to the original road. The stream seemed to stay here for the sake of listening to the monks chanting in the morning and evening. Building Donglin Temple here is also a unique eye.

Ye Qingli pointed to the square in front of the temple and sighed: "This square can accommodate hundreds of people. It is said by the elderly that when the incense in Donglin Temple was in full bloom, every day on the first day of the 15th day, the 1st and 15th day of the day, but now I can't see the scene."

"Really?" Zhang Nianyue opened her eyes wide and looked around for a while, and asked in confusion: "But, can't you see anything special?"

Ye Qingli smiled and pointed to the welcoming pine in the middle of the square and said, "Look at this pine tree. Although it is not good-looking, it is hundreds of years old." He also pointed to a smooth huge stone on the side of the tree and said, "This huge stone is called the preaching stone, which was the place where the famous monk Master Daoyan, who was famous in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, once preached."

"Who is Daoyan? Do you know Mutou?" Nian Yue turned around and asked Ye Zhiran.

Ye Zhiran shook his head and didn't know.

Nian Yue's mother looked at Ye Zhiran and said, "Monkey Daoyan is Yao Guangxiao, a political monk in the early Ming Dynasty. Haven't Xiao Ye heard of it?"

Ye Zhiran was shocked and asked, "Yao Guangxiao has taught the scriptures here?"

When Nian Yue saw Ye Zhiran had heard of this monk Daoyan, she said with interest: "Mu Tou, tell me what is this monk Daoyan called? Yao················································?"

"Yao Guangxiao." Ye Zhiran smiled and said, "This Yao Guangxiao is a famous person. He became a monk at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. Daoyan should be his name. After Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, obtained power, Daoyan was admitted to the Ministry of Rites, and was later selected to recite scriptures at the palace of King Zhu Di of Yan. After Zhu Yuanzhang's death, Daoyan persuaded Zhu Di to raise an army and became Zhu Di's first counselor, and made great contributions. After Zhu Di ascended the throne, he rewarded him for his merits. Daoyan ranked first in merits and was awarded the title of Zishan, the crown prince's young master, and was given the name Yao Guangxiao. He was powerful for a while. Although Yao Guangxiao was an official, he still wore monk's robes after going to court, and did not marry a wife and had children. His poetry and prose were also famous all over the world. After his death, Zhu Di, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, stopped court for two days and was buried with monk rituals. He was a famous political monk in Chinese history."

After hearing Ye Zhiran's introduction, Zhang Nianheng said unconsciously: "Brother Ye is very knowledgeable." This is the first time he changed his words to call him Brother Ye.

Nian Yue suddenly became proud and said, "Of course, Mutou is a talented man from J."

This sentence caused my younger brother to make fun of: "He is a talented man among wood, a talented man among wood."

Nian Yue raised her pretty face and wanted to refute it. Ye Qingli interrupted and said, "Stop making trouble. You go and see behind the huge rock. You Daoyan wrote a poem after he lamented his life's encounter."

Everyone turned to the back of the huge rock, and the back had indeed been smoothed out. They wrote a poem: "The things in northern and southern Jiangnan are no longer complete, and the Zen strategy has not been completed. I only heard that the wise man was in Huangshi and saw a hero wearing a patched robes. The shirt was green and wet and the spring was about to grow old, and the dust was built and the guests came to hang out. A verse was lingering for a long time, and the rustling wind was moving plain wei."

"The Zen strategy has not yet been completed" is a portrayal of the experience of Monk Daoyan himself.

Ye Zhiran read it once and couldn't help but ask Ye Qingli with emotion: "Auntie, is this the original work of Daoyan?"

Ye Qingli shook her head and said, "No, it was written by literati of the Qing Dynasty, but Daoyan once preached here was real. It is said that the poem was written here in response to the feelings."

Ye Zhiran recalled the grand occasion of Daoyan's lectures back then, and felt a sense of respect for Donglin Temple. He thought that with this story and ruins, Donglin Temple in Xishan could tap into great tourism potential. What's more, the mountains and rivers here are beautiful, and the people are outstanding.

Everyone approached the temple gate, and Ye Zhiran saw a couplet on both sides of the door: "The temple is dusty and breeze swept away; the mountain gate is locked and white clouds are sealed." Looking back at the scenery around, it felt particularly appropriate. In this atmosphere, a mysterious feeling was added to Donglin Temple. He glanced at Nianyue, and saw that she also took the girl's naughty mentality and stopped talking and laughing. Zhang Nianheng walked at the end because of taking pictures. When he came to the door, he read the couplet aloud, and then took a camera to take a few photos. Everyone followed Ye Qingli into the temple.

Donglin Temple is of medium scale. On the axis of the temple gate are three main halls, on both sides are side halls and wing rooms. Ye Qingli leads everyone around the front guardian hall and the Eight Immortals Hall to the main hall "Yuantong Hall".

"Full-open" is the alias of Guanyin Bodhisattva, that is, the meaning of "perfect universe, spirituality and ancient times". "Unbiased, unobstructed, perfect understanding". The temple is worshipped by a Thousand-Handed Guanyin Bodhisattva.

When he walked into the hall, bowed in front of the Guanyin statue, and stood up, Ye Zhiran saw an old monk coming to Shi Shiran. Looking at his appearance, he had kind eyebrows and deep wrinkles, and his two long white eyebrows drooped down, looking a bit like he was enlightened.

When Nian Yue's mother saw the old monk, she hurriedly stepped forward to say hello. "Master, it's been a long time since I saw you, and it's getting more and more healthy. Ye Qingli has worshipped you with Buddha."

Ye Zhiran knew that this was Monk Kude.

"Amitabha, donor Ye is fine? Today, the lotus step is coming, and we are all honored to join the temple." The monk smiled when he saw Ye Qingli, looked at the three young people behind her, and asked again: "Are these three little donors Ye's family?"

Ye Qingli pointed to the three of them and introduced them to the old monk: "Master Kude, this is my daughter Zhang Nianyue and son Zhang Nianheng." He pointed at Ye Zhiran and said, "This is Xiao Ye, the new kid who is a uncle."

"Amitabha." Monk Kude chanted the Buddha's name, his eyes lingered on Ye Zhiran's face for a moment, showing a surprised expression. Then he looked at Zhang Nianyue's siblings with a smile, and said, "Donor Ye is very blessed. Daughter and son are all blessed and have a smooth life in the future, and there is no need for parents to worry about."

Ye Qingli couldn't help but smile with relief and said, "Master Xie praised the smooth sailing of children, which is the greatest hope for parents."

Monk Kude smiled and turned to Ye Zhiran and said, "Donor Xiao Ye, look at your wealthy face and majestic talent, but you are a person in the officialdom?"

Ye Zhiran raised his head in surprise and asked, "How can the master see?"

The monk Kude said: "A person's heart, nature, fate, luck, qi, color, and appearance are closely related. The mind determines the nature of the mind. The nature determines the fate is called the nature of the mind. The fate determines the fate is called fate. The luck determines the qi is called luck. The color determines the color is called the color, and the color determines the appearance is called the color. I can tell your mind and nature. A person who survives in the officialdom naturally has the characteristics of the officialdom. Whether it is called the official power or the official spirit, it will be revealed in every move. The donor Ye has the official spirit, the face is peaceful, and he looks from his sight. The career is just starting, and his future is unlimited."

It was okay for others, but Zhang Nianyue was happy when she heard this and said happily: "The master is indeed as wise as a torch, and he is very accurate." Zhang Nianheng looked at his sister and whispered a few words in his heart.

Ye Qingli kept looking at Monk Kude's expression. Seeing that he had commented on Ye Zhiran a few words, she sighed lightly at the end, knowing that she had not said anything, and asked unconsciously: "Master, are there any hindrance words?"

Monk Kude said, "It's not a hindrance. Although Donor Ye has a minor disaster, he is a person with great luck and will turn bad luck into good fortune. Donor Ye, donor Xiao Ye, you four will move to the Zen room to serve tea together?"

Ye Qingli and Ye Zhiran both joined hands to thank him: "Thank you, Master, I've disturbed you."

Monk Kude stretched out his right hand to make a guest move. Ye Qingli stopped politely. With humility, Monk Kude still walked in front.

The five of them sat in the meditation room, and Monk Kude brewed tea with his own hands. Ye Qingli picked up the tea set and sniffed it in front of her nose, and said happily: "Master, I haven't drunk this tea for two years. I really miss its fragrant and mellow taste of my hometown."

Monk Kude put his hands together and chanted the Buddha, saying, "Donor Ye is generous in his home, so he is nostalgic. The monk often chats with Mr. Ye, knowing that Mr. Ye has been busy practicing medicine for many years and saving the pain of the people. He does a great good deed, and the monk is happy for the rest of his heart." Monk Kude and Mr. Ye have known each other for many years and often talk to him together, so he is also very familiar with Ye Qingli's situation.

Zhang Nianyue has heard his mother telling about the story of Monk Kude of Donglin Temple since she was a child, and she has a good impression of him. When she heard his evaluation of Ye Zhiran in the Yuantong Hall, she felt more intimate. Listening to her mother and him being polite, she couldn't help but say: "Master Kude, my brother and I have heard my mother talk about the effectiveness of Donglin Temple and the master's level since she was a child. When we met today, it really deserves its name."

Monk Kude chanted the Buddha again and said happily: "Mr. Zhang, the monk has only practiced Buddha for a few more years, and it is not a very profound one. However, the protection of Donglin Temple to the people from all directions is indeed true."

Zhang Nianyue asked with great interest: "Please tell me the master."

Monk Kude said: "One place of water and soil nurtures the people. Most people in Changjia County drink water from the river in the city, and the source is the stream water flowing through Donglin Temple in the West Mountain."

Everyone nodded and said yes.
Chapter completed!