The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Zhao Yumin smiled bitterly: "Don't ridicule me, is it a child or a combine harvester, can't I recognize it? The photo was sent to you and you can see for yourself ..."

Ruan Xianghe sneered and opened the picture. In her mind, countless lines of Zhao Yumin's lines had been running quickly, and she waited to read and start spraying. Of course, this spray is not scolding, but to do Zhao Yumin's ideological work from her point of view ... Is it just this word? Anyway, two old classmates, from childhood to old age, married and had children, lived together for decades, and knew each other's temperament and got used to it. If you really curse, you curse ...

However, the next moment, Ruan Xianghe was dumbfounded. Although the B-mode image is a bit fuzzy, this thing does not stand side by side with the child, and it looks like a big machine! If you distinguish carefully, it really looks like a combine harvester ...

"How? Is it a child or a combine?" Zhao Yumin asked teasingly.

"Are you sure you did not shoot in the belly of the combine?" Ruan Xianghe gave a rare humor.

Zhao Yumin said: "It was taken by a doctor in our hospital. I do n’t know exactly which belly was taken. How about it, do you want to find out?"

Ruan Xianghe snorted coldly, "Willn't it be PS?"

In the end, the two still came, but Ruan Xianghe didn't take Zhao Yumin's words seriously, only when the old child tried his best to get a PS picture, and found a reason to get her back together. After all, two people are separated in different hospitals and there are too few chances to meet.

But on the way, whether it was Zhao Yumin or the young nurse Jiang Ting, he talked about the magic of the mountains and all kinds of strange patients, and even a little girl had already stepped into the coffin with half a foot, and came to Yizhi Temple. After that, he recovered!

The more he heard, Ruan Xianghe felt that it was not like Zhao Yumin lied to her, but after so many years of life experience she was telling her that there are high monks in the world and no magic! Because she has seen too many monks sick ... Even the monks in big temples have to see a doctor. How capable is a monk in a small temple?

Ruan Xianghe walked on the mountain road with a doubt in his stomach, but along the way, looking all the way, he saw that this place was remote, and he thought it was deceiving.

But after entering Yizhi Village, she was full of shock!

There is nothing outside the village of Yizhi Village, but the overall mental outlook of the villagers really surprised her. All the villagers' faces are filled with happy smiles. Feeding chickens and ducks, raising pigs and geese, their spirits are extremely abundant. It's not like other villages. Lazy get together is either playing cards or bragging.

Every time I passed by the villagers, I heard ideas about how to make a family rich, what chickens to raise, how to raise crops, and how to get crop diseases and insect pests, but more were sitting there with a knife in one hand. With a piece of bamboo in one hand, what is carved on the plate.

Coupled with various cars coming from time to time, tourists coming down ...

Ruan Xianghe has a kind of cricket, is this really a remote village? How can this village be so lively?

Ruan Xianghe talked to several villagers and asked some questions side by side. The more he asked, the more doubts he had. Is there bamboo in the northeast? There are linden trees on the Northeast Mountain? There are not only monks in the temple, but also a wolf, a monkey, a squirrel, and a child? How does this sound like a fantasy story?

Although Ruan Xianghe often reads the news, she never reads the entertainment section. She only looks at the international situation, national affairs, and things in the medical field.

Although Yizhi Temple is so famous, she even went to the news, but she really didn't notice it. Maybe I glanced at it, but I didn't take it to my heart. Now I forget it ...

but now……

Looking down at the mountain, a lush bamboo forest, even if the autumn wind is cold, with a hint of winter, it is just blowing off some cold bamboo leaves, and it has not frozen this large piece of bamboo to death.

Ruan Xianghe is stunned, is this really northeast?

The three were talking, chatting, and came to the mountain. On the top of the mountain, Ruan Xianghe looked at the small temple in the distance, and the cold bamboo forest behind it, the huge canopy in the temple, and the lush linden tree. . The things in front of me are a bit too fantasy, like dreaming. This temple seems to be challenging her understanding of nature ...

In fact, not only Ruan Xianghe, but even Zhao Yumin was taken aback by the bamboo forest and linden trees. Although Zhao Yumin had heard about it, he was taken aback when he saw it.

The three came to the gate of Yizhi Temple. In addition to the bell tower and the drum tower, the two Luohan trees at the entrance were the only sights! Although it didn't take long, under the nourishment of the Buddha's energy, the two Arhat trees had grown to two meters in height and their arms were thin. The point is that when the autumn wind blows, Ginkgo is golden!

In the northeast, ginkgo is not a rare thing. Some cities are full of streets ... but the two trees in front of them are different, the leaves are golden and bright, the red is like a golden flame burning on the tree, and you want to pretend that you can't see it. No way!

Ruan Xianghe made a close observation in the past, and the more he looked, the more surprised he couldn't help but admire: "This tree is really good. It is a noble among the nobles in Ginkgo, so beautiful. I don't know how this temple is Raised ... "

Zhao Yumin also said: "It is true that I have seen a lot of ginkgo, but in terms of appearance, this is definitely the best one. If you take it out, I don't know how many ginkgo enthusiasts are willing to spend a lot of money."

Jiang Ting doesn't understand this. The two deans are here. She is not easy to talk about, but just a pair of eyes flickering at the ginkgo tree in front of her. She said, "Fang Zheng abbot is really a god-man. Pointing at the temple, more and more god. "The other side is becoming more and more curious in his heart. What kind of person is this little monk? Why did everything fall into his hands and become different?

Thinking of this, Jiang Ting glanced at the Bell Tower and Drum Tower, which were donated by the fat man and the monkey. She naturally knew this thing very well. But the more I look at it, the more incredible it is. It is a newly built one, but how does it exude the charm of a thousand-year-old temple? This temple is also the same. When I came last time, I just felt that the house was very new, and the heart would be quiet and peaceful. But look again today, there is a kind of solemn and inviolable HTC feeling. And this feeling, she only felt in those thousand ancient temples ...

Several people with doubts walked into Yizhi Temple.

Stepping into Yizhi Temple one step at a time, Ruan Xianghe even felt a sense of heaven. Outside the temple, there were countless troubles in his heart. When he stepped in, he felt a lot more peaceful. Like the sieve, the turbid water was cleared after filtering through the sieve. Although there are still some cluttered thoughts in my heart, compared with before, it is also relieved.