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The ascetic was stunned for a moment.

Then he smiled, showing clean white teeth.

"Even so, the meeting between the young monk and the donor must have been fate. Amitabha!"

He raised his palms and gave me a Buddha salute.

"Good, good!" I also raised my palms and nodded to him.

"It's getting late and the mountain is cold and dew heavy. It's better for the donor to go to the temple to rest for a night. It's better to stay in the mountain overnight." The ascetic monk said enthusiastically.

He invited me directly to the temple without asking why I appeared in this remote mountain.

It's hard not to suspect that he has evil intentions.

But I just wanted to visit the temple, so I might as well just use the trick.

"Thank you, eminent monk."

"I don't dare, I don't dare. I'm a young monk, but I'm the guarding monk of Wenlu Temple. I don't dare to call myself an eminent monk."

"Is it the temple built on the mountain wall?"

"Exactly."

Monk Wuwu always answers all questions.

I picked up the gray rabbit and followed him up the mountain.

It was clear that there was still half the journey, but as I followed him, the road under my feet seemed to be shortened.

It actually took less than half an hour to climb to the top of the mountain.

As the saying goes, it’s always cold at high places.

What's special is standing on the edge of the mountain wall.

The mountain wind is cold and sharp, like a cold knife scraping across the cheek, trying to push people off the cliff.

Monk Wuwang's robes were flying in the wind.

But he seemed to have roots under his feet, and his body did not sway at all.

"Donor, please be careful where you step."

Wuwang warned me and stepped forward.

It turned out that there was a winding and steep stone staircase on one side of the mountain wall.

The stone staircase is very narrow and has no railings.

If you are not careful, you will fall off the cliff.

Very scary.

I followed Wuwu and stepped onto the stone stairs.

My body was leaning against the rugged mountain wall, not looking at the cliffs on the side, but my heart was still pounding.

Not to mention the slippery stone stairs, the wind alone can blow people down the mountain.

But Wuwu walks calmly, unhurriedly and unhurriedly, as if he were walking on flat ground.

After descending the stone stairs and standing at the door of the small temple, I was already covered in cold sweat.

"He passed the ladder of sin without changing his expression. The donor is also a person with a pure heart." Wuwang glanced at me, smiled slightly, and made a gesture of invitation to me.

"Donor, this is Wenlu Temple, please come in."

The temple door is very small, and it is dark inside, with a faint smell of incense coming out.

I lifted my legs and crossed the threshold.

First left and then right.

The smell of incense candles inside is stronger.

In the middle of the small temple, a long-bright lamp lit up a huge flame.

Behind the dim light, there is a tall Buddha statue sitting quietly cross-legged.

Hands together.

It exudes the unique kindness and solemnity of Buddhism.

Although the temple is dilapidated and small, I, the Buddha, do not distinguish between high and low.

I was bowing sincerely when I looked up and found——

There are no facial features on the face of the Buddha statue.

The originally solemn atmosphere suddenly became weird.

"Master Wuwu, which Buddha is this?" I asked, covering up my surprise.

"Donor, there are all kinds of living beings and countless Buddha Dharmas. The Buddha statues seen in everyone's eyes are different."

"With all due respect, this is the first time I have seen such a faceless Buddha statue."

"If the donor wants a name, he is the Faceless Buddha. Amitabha!"

Wuwang stepped forward and refilled the everlasting lamp with sesame oil.

The flames grew slightly, but the ancient temple was still dim.

The Nameless Buddha, or it would be more appropriate to call it the Faceless Buddha.

The bare face without facial features makes people’s hair stand on end the more they look at it.

"Donor, it's getting late, please follow the young monk to the backyard to rest."

Wuwang worshiped the Faceless Buddha and led me around the altar to the back temple.

It is better to say that it is a cave than a back temple.

Wenlu Temple is built on the mountain, and the temple gate is the entrance to the cave.

After the Buddhist altar is the inside of the cave.

The space is not big, with a stone kang at the end of the cave and a small stove attached to it.

There is a small hole on the side of the stove for ventilation.

Those who practice asceticism do not need to enjoy themselves.

Except for the weird faceless Buddha, the environment here matches the identity of Wuwu ascetic.

Wuwu opened the lid of the water tank, picked up the stone ladle and poured water into the stone pot.

Then he lit the fire and slowly boiled the water.

The shape of the water tank is very strange.

It looks like a stone nest that has been washed out by water droplets over time. It is not carved by human hands.

The stone wall above the water tank is also wet, and water is constantly leaching out, converging into small streams of water, and sliding into the water tank.

A natural sweet spring in the mountains.

"Master Wuwang, Wenlu Temple seems to be an ancient temple with a long history. You should not be the only one guarding the temple, right?" I asked sitting on the stone bench.

"Donor, don't call me Master again, for fear of frightening Lord Buddha." Wuwang turned his face sideways, his dark face flickering in and out of focus under the firelight.

"I don't know how many years Wenlu Temple has existed, and I don't know which generation of monks I am."

"A few years ago, I was suffering from the mortal world, and I passed by this place with some thoughts. I was enlightened by the master, and the chaos opened up."

"If Lord Buddha leaves me, I will stay."

"So, you didn't become a monk since you were a child, but you became a monk halfway through?" I asked in surprise.

"Convert to Buddhism, sooner or later."

Wuwang boiled the water, turned around, put his hands together and bowed slightly to me.

"Donor, can you give the gray rabbit to the young monk?"

"Can you eat meat?"

"After the wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Lord Buddha remains in his heart." Wuwu's expression was neither sad nor happy.

"If I kill innocent people out of greed, that is killing, but if I am just for food, then it is not."

"Okay, you don't mind." I handed the rabbit over.

After all, monks are human beings too.

There is no way to farm in the mountains, so we can't make him go without food or drink.

The Lord Buddha doesn't care, what kind of gossip am I talking about?

Wuwu took the rabbit respectfully, peeled it skillfully, and quickly took care of the rabbit with a pot of hot water.

The internal organs and fur were thrown out through the small ventilated window, and a pot of hot water was poured into the pot, followed by clean rabbit meat.

Wuwu finally sprinkled some coarse salt and a handful of unknown dried vegetables and simmered it over low heat.

The cave slowly warmed up, and the smell of meat became stronger and stronger.

Not long after, a pot of rabbit meat was ready.

Wuwang took two wooden bowls, took out the meat, and placed them on the stone table.

I don’t know what the handful of dried vegetables that Wu Wang added were. The stewed hare didn’t smell fishy at all.

"Amitabha."

Wuwang squinted his eyes, recited a few verses to the rabbit meat, and then picked up the wooden chopsticks.

"Donor, please."

It was my first time to eat hare meat stewed in mountain spring.

I picked up the bowl after watching Wuwang put the rabbit meat into his mouth.

No messy condiments, just the original flavor.

The meat is juicy and delicious.

But looking at Wuwang's very pious expression, I couldn't show my enjoyment.

After eating and drinking enough, Wuwu put away the dishes.

It was already dark outside.

The whistling wind drifted in through the small window.

"Donor, please help yourself."

Wuwang went to the Buddhist altar to chant sutras.

The rhythmic tapping of wooden fish, the murmuring of scriptures, and the sound of wind outside are intertwined in this small ancient temple.

I sat on the stone bed and felt very strange.

The world outside is developing at a rapid pace, and technology is changing with each passing day.

But in this inaccessible mountain, there are still people who still retain such a primitive way of life.

Faceless Buddha.

The monk who guards the temple.

Why did I encounter this temple?