Chapter 471 Qingjue Temple

Zhang Haotian hurriedly said, "Brother Wang, how can you go up the mountain from the south? Can you take me there? I am willing to double the compensation if there are any economic losses."

Wang Yuancai immediately said with displeasure: "Whatever you say is, it's all Chinese. Do you still need your money to lead the way? Wait."

As he spoke, he left the store. After a while, he called a middle-aged woman in her forties out, but his wife greeted the customers at the door of the store.

After the arrangement was made, Wang Yuancai took Zhang Haotian out and boarded a passenger and cargo vehicle in the parking lot outside. He drove outside for about twenty minutes, then boarded another road and headed south.

Walking along the mountain edge of Mount Fuji, more than an hour later, Wang Yuancai drove his car into a branch road where only two cars could walk towards each other. He parked the car in a roadside supermarket in the middle and asked Zhang Haotian to buy a backpack, put biscuits and mineral water, and then continued to move forward. When he arrived at the foot of Nanli's mountain, he saw that the mountain was indeed more steep than Beililai, and there was only a small bluestone step winding upwards.

Wang Yuancai stopped the car, walked down with Zhang Haotian, pointed to the long snake-like steps and said, "Mr. Zhang, I have walked this stone step, but there is no road before I reach the hillside. If there is a temple, I can't transport building materials to it, the scale will definitely not be large. Nanshan is at least dozens of kilometers in a radius. If you go up alone, the road is dangerous and the snow is thick, and I am afraid it will be very troublesome. I asked you to prepare clean water and dry food just now, but I am afraid you will not be able to get down for a while."

Zhang Haotian nodded and said gratefully: "Brother Wang, thank you very much."

Wang Yuancai smiled and shook his head, "Although I grew up in Japan, my parents have always taught me Chinese language and things in China. There is a saying in China that is 'Is it beautiful? Is it beautiful? Is it close to my hometown? Is it close to my hometown?' Every time I see someone from China, I feel a sense of intimacy. If I have time, I will sit in my store and let's talk about the homework."

Zhang Haotian quickly said, "It must be, Brother Wang, I will definitely come when I have time."

Wang Yuancai said "um" and got into the car, waved to Zhang Haotian and left.

Watching Wang Yuancai's car leave, Zhang Haotian turned around and walked up the stone steps towards the mountain. Along the way, he saw ancient trees and beautiful peaks. From time to time, he could see snow on the pines and cypresses. However, some birds flew around in the snow, chirping.

Zhang Haotian walked for half an hour and had never seen the mountain house. It was really quiet and remote. And the higher he walked, the thicker the snow and the lower the climate. It was really cold and slippery. He had to slow down and walk up carefully.

However, before walking for a long time, I saw the stone steps disappearing in a place. It was not yet halfway up the mountain. There was an open space. Above the open space, there was a simple and quaint pavilion built with pine wood. The three words "Qingxin Pavilion" were written in Japanese. It should be the only landscape in Nanli.

Zhang Haotian knew that if there were anyone living in Nanli, there should be traces. He looked around and finally found a place on the right. It was not blocked by rocks, as if it was a road, but it had been covered by snow.

After careful observation, I suddenly discovered that there were a row of concave marks in the snow here, and they were going upwards, probably people's footprints, but it was already very shallow, at least ten days and half a month ago, and it had been gradually filled by the falling snow.

Seeing these shallow footprints, Zhang Haotian was immediately happy. Wang Yuancai was indeed not wrong. There were indeed people living on the mountain. As long as he followed these footprints, he would definitely be able to see people. But I don’t know if it was Qingjue Temple. If it really couldn’t be found, he would have to call Bai Niao Huanjin again. As long as he could fulfill his master’s last wish, it would be okay to be thick-skinned.

Since Bainu Huanjin did not specify where he was, of course he could find it better. So without hesitation, Zhang Haotian followed the shallow footprints in the snow.

After walking for about twenty minutes, Zhang Haotian was completely sure that this was a man-made path, but it was built with simplicity. If it was in spring and summer, it might be easier to walk. In this cold winter, it was really difficult to walk, and with Zhang Haotian's foot strength, he was also slow to walk.

Although this road is becoming more and more difficult to walk, the scenery is becoming more and more beautiful, with dense trees and green in the snow. You can see a stream flowing down from the mountain, clear and crystal clear, like a long crystal embedded in the snow.

The snow accumulated on the mountain was much thicker than the foot of the mountain. When it was almost at the top of the mountain, Zhang Haotian stepped down and could sink half of his calves. The footprints became shallower and almost impossible to recognize.

Zhang Haotian went up the mountain from around 10 am to 4 pm, and about 300 meters away from the top of the mountain. The two bags of biscuits he ate at noon had been consumed, and he was cold and hungry all over. He was about to take a break and eat two more bags of biscuits. It was here that he faintly heard a "boom" sound coming from a rock, so he stepped forward.

When the rocks were turned over, a very beautiful scenery appeared in Zhang Haotian's eyes. He saw a large open space, which was about a hundred meters away facing a huge mountain wall. A waterfall about fifty meters wide fell down like a jade dragon, with a thunderous sound, forming a natural clear pond, splashing thousands of water droplets and creeping up a vast mist. It was really spectacular.

At this time, Zhang Haotian's eyes had already fallen beside the Qingchi Lake. There was a building there, which looked from style and was undoubtedly a temple, but the scale was very small and not many people lived in it.

Zhang Haotian felt very happy, immediately gave up the idea of ​​eating, strode over, and when he arrived outside the mountain gate of the temple, he saw that the horizontal plaque above said "Qingjue Temple" three Japanese words.

This "Qingjue Temple" is all made of wood on the mountain, and there is no bark on it. It is also symbolically surrounded by five rows of wood rings to prevent wild animals from entering, so it is easy for people to turn in.

Zhang Haotian did not turn over because the two wooden doors of the "Qingjue Temple" were open at this time, and the snow in front of the door was clean and looked spotless.

After crossing the mountain gate and entering the temple, I saw a main hall in the middle, and another side hall on the right. On the left, it should be the wing where the monk lived.

At this time, a middle-aged monk in his fifties and thin body was sweeping the snow in the yard with a big broom. He looked up and saw Zhang Haotian appearing in the mountain gate. He was stunned for a moment, but he soon came up and said to him: "It's such a difficult road, I never expected someone to come up, donor, I don't know what it's expensive to do."

Zhang Haotian basically understood the words of this Japanese monk. Judging from his age, it was naturally impossible to be Saburo Tano. He smiled slightly, and also said to him in a stiff Japanese way: "I am entrusted by someone and want to find a master Yikong. I don't know if he is here?"

The monk looked at him, nodded and said, "Yikong is my senior brother. He is in the temple. Donor, please come with me."

As he spoke, he walked towards the main hall, and Zhang Haotian hurriedly followed behind him.

The courtyard was not big, and soon, I arrived at the main hall. Zhang Haotian walked in and saw that it was the simplest Buddhist hall he had ever seen in his life. He saw that the hall was only about thirty square meters, and there was a statue of Sakyamuni in the middle of the hall. However, this statue was carved from a large wood surrounded by two people, but it was much smaller than the clay statues of ordinary temples, and it was very roughly carved, and even the color was not even on.

At this moment, Zhang Haotian's eyes were locked in a place. Under this statue of less than three meters, a thin monk wearing a gray monk's robe sat cross-legged in front of the statue, knocking on the wooden fish in his hand and murmured at the Buddhist scriptures.
Chapter completed!