Chapter 15

The affairs of the state army were settled, and the family was harmonious. Lord Cui lived a happy life. Every morning, he got up to greet his mother's room and greeted him, and rode his horse and took Di Shi to the military camp in the west of the city.

When he arrived at the military camp, he threw him to Senior Brother Jingfeng who had finished practicing martial arts in Chenqi, Cui Po walked up to the high school reading stand, sat comfortably on the homemade rattan chair, holding a cup of fragrant tea, and looked at nearly three thousand strong men with dragons and quiet tigers with interest. Under the leadership of the cold-faced Gao Chongwen, he practiced various formations such as "one word long snake, two dragons coming out of water, three mountains and world..." in the scorching sun. At this time, he could feel a cool and happy feeling even more.

After halfway through the training time, Master Cui Shanjun would stand up, adjust his warmest smile on his face, come down from the stage, and send the kitchen to the summer tea for the training soldiers to clear heat and relieve fire. Bowls of bowls were delivered to the hands of the fifty soldiers who were the best training that day. Of course, he had to joke and pat the shoulders, and the young mountain farmers who had never seen several "officials" since childhood were moved and blushed. He just wished he could fight hard for the adults in front of him immediately and charge into battle.

Occasionally, at noon, Lord Cui would stay in the camp and sit cross-legged with the soldiers. As the meals sent from the kitchen, he calmly swung the horse spoon to add a bowl to himself and swallowed it with a big mouthful, which inevitably caused another noise. The soldiers felt that the entourage in front of him was really a legendary good official.

This day lasted for two months. On this day, Cui Po got up in the morning and washed up. He was about to leave, but he heard Jingruo, who was tidying up his clothes for him, saying: "Cui Lang, today is the Chongjihua Festival, one of the three festivals, and it is the time to climb the high ground. Now, although we are gathering together, we should take advantage of this cool and cool day of autumn to travel together. One is not to let down the autumn scenery, and the other is to let my mother spread well."

Cui Po heard this and slapped his head and said, "Oh! Aruo didn't say it, I actually forgot about this great good period. The lady said, "You go to report to your mother now, I will go to the camp and have a holiday for the soldiers. By the way, I will also ask my senior brother to go with us." After that, he was in a good mood and bowed and joked, "Thank you, my wife." Naturally, Jingruo laughed again and again.

When he arrived at the mansion, he saw Di Shi waiting as bitter as before. After seeing this, Cui Po smiled slightly and said, "Di Shi, I heard from my senior brother yesterday that you have been learning arts very quickly recently, and I am very happy to be a teacher. Today I will give you a day off. Let's go up to the top together later." After saying that, he patted his shoulder on a whim before getting on the horse.

Since Cui Po took in Dixie, his temperament has been too smooth and unrestrained, so he never slapped words and often scolded and taught, thinking that he would restrain his mind and nature. Therefore, Dixie has never had such an experience in the past few months, and this time he was flattered, he was stunned for a moment.

When he arrived at the barracks, the soldiers had not been out for a long time. Cui Po approached Gao Chongwen, discussed with him, and climbed to the colonel's reading stand and issued a military order for two days off in the battalion. It was immediately exchanged for cheers. First, there were three or two ounces of scattered ties, and finally gathered a loud praise to the military officers like thunder.

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September Double Ninth Festival, there are chrysanthemums on the door

Two high cars, three fast horses, Cui Po's family, pomegranate, loquat and others went out of the east gate to Yushan, the east of the city.

Along the way, people were rushing, and countless people in Jinzhou City and the suburbs helped the elderly and children, traveled together, and climbed Mount Yu. What surprised Cui Po even more was that among these many pedestrians, from 70-year-old men to three-year-old children, whether they were men and women, on their foreheads, or on the corners of their collars, they all had green leaves all over them. In amazement, they cast an inquiring look at the poem behind them.

Seeing this gaze, Di Shi couldn't understand the meaning at first. When she realized that this move was to indicate the strips of the hairline, she was almost defeated. No matter how he wanted to break his head, he didn't understand it. The young master, who was famous all over the world, didn't even know this thing.

Just as he was about to answer in a blunt manner, he suddenly remembered that the poem he had learned with the tent house yesterday was just right at this time. Regardless of the urged gaze of the young master, Di Shi sat down immediately, pretending to touch his jaw, and chanted in a tender voice: "I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives more during festivals. I know that my brothers climbed high places, and there is one less person in the dogwood planted everywhere." After chanting, he still smacked his lips and touched his tongue, only learning the expression of the old man in the tent house.

When he heard this poem by Wang Mojie to send his brothers from the Double Ninth Festival, Cui Po immediately called himself stupid. It was undoubtedly a dogwood in front of him. However, he was in Dingzhou before, and although he had heard of his name for a long time, he had no chance to see it. He was only able to see his true appearance today.

"If you want to talk about this, it is really a good thing. Dogwood is spicy and hot, and can disperse and warm it. It is always good to disperse cold and warm it. It is excellent to use medicine to make wine." But Lao Guo, who was driving for the old lady, interrupted when he heard this.

"Oh!" This dogwood can also make wine. Smelling the pungent smell of this thing, Cui Po asked in surprise.

"The first ripe millet wine is ripe... cough cough... drink the dogwood cup" is another poem. After hearing the young master's words, he continued to buy and chant. However, this poem is far less striking than the previous poem. For a while, I couldn't remember it completely, and I could only recite the two sentences I remembered as much as the number. Fortunately, the poem can still express my meaning.

While talking and laughing, the carriage had already arrived at the foot of Yushan Mountain and saw a small teahouse in front of him. Although it was simple, it was simple and elegant, so he urged the horse to leave.

Helping his mother down, Cui Po and his party went into the store to sit down, ordered two bottles of dogwood wine, and rested in small seats to prepare for climbing the mountain later.

After the second brother brought the dogwood wine, he saw Cui Po and others empty, so he smiled and said, "My masters, madam, this late autumn Double Ninth Festival, how can you not insert a dogwood to prevent bad anger and prevent the cold winter? There is a small shop, only one penny is required. Master, should you come to a few, so you can respond to the solar term."

"It's so old-fashioned, it's so ugly." The pomegranate, who was quick-mouthed, spoke first.

The little brother smiled, but did not answer, turned around and took a handful of dogwood cut into various hairpins in his hand and walked forward to signal everyone to choose.

Cui Po followed the local customs and picked a few, helped his mother and Jingruo, and asked the rest of them to choose their own hairpins. After taking one, he also took one on the lapel of his chest, and celebrated the first regular Double Ninth Festival in his life.

After drinking the slightly odorous dogwood wine, and then savoring two golden chrysanthemum tea, Cui Po helped his mother lead the way, and the rest followed him, gathered in the rush of people and began to climb Mount Yu.

This mountain is not very high, it is better than small and handsome, and it is quite impressive. People travel along the way and visit it at will, which is a unique pleasure. It is still loved by everyone. It is the late autumn season. Although all the flowers withered, fortunately the chrysanthemums bloomed in the frost, which is particularly cute. The Tang people loved to value chrysanthemums far away from previous generations. Therefore, such a gardener in the mountains, even the villager in the mountains also admired and played from afar. He did not drive forward to climb and fold. He only saw Cui Po and sighed in his heart that the people were simple.

After reaching halfway up the mountain, two forks were divided into two forks. After asking, I realized that one of the two roads leads to the viewing platform ahead and the other leads to the Yuanfa Temple, known as the first Buddhist place in Jinzhou.

When Cui Po heard the five words "The First Buddha Place in Jinzhou", he moved his heart and wanted to go straight to go, but because his mother believed in it, he naturally refused to enter the Buddhist temple. However, she refused to go. Jingruo and Wuyi still had to accompany her mother-in-law to serve the marquis, so naturally he could not go. The second senior brother Jingfeng didn't need to say that even the Taoist temple was in a Taoist temple. In the end, only the curious Di Shi accompanied the young master to go, and the rest of the people went to the observation deck.

With Di Shi, Cui Po and his two entered Yuanfa Temple with countless believers with pious expressions.

When he saw the plaque wrapped in gold and the mountain gate of Yuanfa Temple, Cui Po was shocked by the wealthy people in the temple. At this time, he entered the temple gate and saw the crowded people in front of him, cigarette smoke lingering to cover the sky and the sun, and a hint of resentment rose in his heart. At the time of Double Ninth Festival, it was not long before the autumn harvest. Cui Po saw many ragged villagers generously donating the hard-eared money they had saved for a year in front of the Buddha, and the fat-headed and big-eared monk still looked contemptuous, and suddenly became nameless.

Just when he was depressed, he suddenly heard a huge scream on his right side. Cui Po followed the sound and squeezed into the crowd. He saw a rural farmer in his forties holding a sharp blade in his hand and sternly cut off his right arm before the mud-carved Buddha statue. Then, he endured the huge pain and dragged his broken arm with his right hand. Blood surged towards the Buddha statue like a pillar, and prayed for his seriously ill mother hoarsely. However, none of the monks and onlookers around came forward to stop him. He just recited scriptures and praised this person for his piousness and endless Buddhism.

It was not until this man put his broken arm on the base of the Buddha statue that two thick fire monks came forward to help him down. At this time, the man fainted as if his face was white. Whether he could wake up safely is probably even more between the two.

This craze began, and then countless people followed closely behind. Although they did not have the courage to cut off their arms, those who gave their money all over their bodies, those who cried and bowed their elbows and knees, those who broke their fingers and hair were not counted. The incense piercing skills, the donations in front of this Buddha statue were already piled up like a hill. A monk wearing a cassock came and all of them were put into his bags, and a new round of donations had begun.

Cui Po, who was extremely shocked in his heart, did not speak, and walked inward with a pale face. The Yuanfa Temple is known as the number one Buddhist place in Jinzhou. Since the Tang Dynasty, the people's trend of singing Buddhism has become increasingly fierce. Therefore, similar scenes, in just a short time, Cui Po had seen dozens of places, and any Buddha statue walls stood like this.

The more I looked, the deeper the silt in Cui Po's heart. Only in the end could not help but speak with a cold expression on his face: "The country is at this point, how can these great monks have a hard time!"

After passing through the seventh hall, Cui Po just came to the garden set up by Yuanfa Temple. The Tang people always liked to visit famous temples. Therefore, these large temples must have gardens, thinking that they would attract pilgrims. This arrangement was originally held at the Dacien Temple in Chang'an. It was not long before it became popular all over the world.

When he entered the garden, he was gone. The disturbing sound of the chime was so disturbing that Cui Po felt a little relaxed. After spitting out a sensation of silted breath in his chest, he walked inward and watched various chrysanthemums at will.

At first, when he saw a few scholars dressed up in a clump of yellow chrysanthemums and writing, Cui Po walked up with interest. After hearing the oil poems such as "The weather is cool in September" and other poems, he suddenly lost all his interest and took a detour.

After walking a few steps, Di Shi followed him. Cui Po turned his head and looked at him. Seeing that he was standing under a tall osmanthus tree, he was curious and turned to look for him.

Before he got closer, he saw Di Shi winking and signaling him to whisper. Cui Po was curious and then stopped his steps, walked over gently, imitating Di Shi's appearance, and listened to the back of the tree.

It turned out that behind the tree there were three monks who were not on duty, and only one of them said: "Senior Brother Shaokang has been in such a state of affairs for only a year, so I am so ashamed to wait!"

Hearing him say this, a young monk asked anxiously: "Uncle Longda, what great achievements did Uncle Shaokang do? Tell me quickly."

"A year ago, when Senior Brother Shaokang left the mountain, he made a great vow in front of the Buddha that he would save thousands of people within a year and spread my "Pure Land Sect" Buddhism. At that time, we didn't agree. Who knew that a wandering monk who came to this temple to hold a list yesterday said that Senior Brother Shaokang had made a great foundation in Muzhou in one year. Not only did he realize all his vows on that day, but he also had a far-reaching experience." Speaking of this, the monk named Longda was amazed.

"In a year, then... how did Senior Brother Shaokang do it?" The young monk asked more and more curiously.

"A year ago, Senior Brother Shaokang went out of the mountain gate and came to Muzhou. Seeing that the Buddhist teachings of this sect did not pass on, he was determined to preach the Dharma here. The Senior Brother first went inside to beg for alms, and then saw that there were many children in the city. When the wisdom moved, he gathered them and declared that he could recite Amitabha Buddha and pay a penny. This method was preached in this way. In this year, when men and women in Muzhou met their senior brother again, they would put their hands together and say: "Amitabha Buddha" more and more, the more things they donated, the senior brother built my Pure Land Temple in Wulong Mountain in this state. Every time they met the fasting day, they would gather, and they would transform up to three thousand. I heard from the monk who traveled to the foot that the size of this temple is not much smaller than that in this temple. In a year, how can we not make us feel ashamed of such achievements!" There was endless yearning in Longda's words.

"Shaokang" Cui Po muttered in his heart. After a moment, he remembered that this person was a famous monk in Zhenyuan, the Tang Dynasty. He was the best at preaching. The Pure Land Sect was able to be promoted in his hands. Therefore, he was ranked alongside the famous monk "Shandao" of the Zhenguan period, the founding monk of the Pure Land Sect, and was respected as "Shandao in the Later Sect." But what he didn't expect was that Shaokang's mission was actually using such a method. When he was angry, he sighed helplessly: "There is such a 'talent' in Buddhism, and Taoism can only sigh with pleasure! It is really reasonable to fight for him."

After hearing the monks talk a few more, the two turned around and left. What they saw and heard, Cui Po no longer had the intention of visiting, so they turned around and walked out of the garden.

When I reached the gate of the courtyard, the group of scholars next to the chrysanthemums were still wandering elsewhere, but there were a large, two small and three monks sitting cross-legged in front of the flowers, as if preaching. When Cui Po passed by, he heard the old monk pointing at a withered chrysanthemum and asking the two little novice monks: "Yunsong, Taowu, is this chrysanthemum withered or prosperous?"

Daowu, who was a little older, took the lead and said: "Master, Rong Hao."

Another smart Yun Song replied, "No, Master, it's good to have sex."

However, the old monk smiled and refused to answer. He suddenly asked Cui Po, who stopped because of the topic, because he was attracted by this topic, "I think it's good to be glorious? Or is it good to be dry?"
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