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The two gradually moved away from the crowd along the hard white tomb passage, walked out of the cemetery, and walked onto the dirt path covered with stones and tree roots.

Jin Hong said: "There is a small temple ten minutes further up this road, where you can overlook the scenery of Jingfu Mountain."

Zhuang Jing said, "Then let's climb up and have a look."

The wind passed through the forest, bringing the fresh smell of grass, rocks, mountains and trees. Zhuang Jing closed his eyes and took a deep breath and exhaled the stale air, feeling that his internal organs were also cleaned a lot.

The shoulder and Jin Hong's arm touched lightly inadvertently, and Jin Hong was half a fist behind him, as if preventing him from slipping.

Zhuang Jing turned his head, Jin Hong paused a step, trying to widen the distance between the two.

Zhuang Jing also stopped still, and looked at Jin Hong with a smile in his eyes, as if he had absorbed the sunny colors all over the mountains and plains into his eyes.

The breeze squeezed through the gap between the two, rubbing out a tiny electric current.

Zhuang Jing suddenly stretched out his hand and held Jin Hong.

Everything was silent for a moment, and then, the mountains and fields seemed to come alive again. The sound of rubbing leaves, birdsong and insects, and the gurgling of streams all played together around the eardrums of the two of them.

Jin Hong came back to his senses, and held Zhuang Jing with his backhand, with a little force, Zhuang Jing pressed Jin Hong lightly, and he loosened his grip.

Zhuang Jing moved his chin forward a little, motioning for him to continue walking.

They walked side by side, maintaining a mysterious and peculiar atmosphere, and walked up silently.

Soon, the ocher red courtyard wall of the small temple was in sight.There is a pair of verses on the left and right sides of the courtyard wall - "Everything can't be taken away, only karma is with you."

This is an ancient temple, at least in the Ming Dynasty.When Zhuang Jing first came to visit Jingfu Mountain, he still offered incense in the temple.It's just that I didn't expect that after so many years, this small temple that looked very dilapidated at the beginning has not yet collapsed, and it seems that someone has paid for it to renovate it according to the principle of repairing the old as before.

Walking into the gate, the temple was very empty and there was no one there.Zhuang Jing's and Jin Hong's hands separated automatically. After all, they were a little embarrassed when they arrived at the pure place of Buddhism.

Zhuang Jing looked around and was a little surprised: "When I came here, the Buddha statue had only residual paint, but now it looks like new, and the colors are elegant, not the style of red, willow and green. The restorer must be skilled. very high."

Jin Hong smiled and said nothing, just took Zhuang Jing to burn a stick of incense in front of the Buddha.

Zhuang Jing said: "I remembered, there is a big stone on the back wall of this temple, and I wrote on it."

He pulled Jin Hong through the back door, and sure enough there was a large flat bluestone on the edge of the cliff, enough for five or six people to sit side by side.

Zhuang Jing took a closer look, the stone was smooth, and there was no trace of his words at all. Of course, no ink marks of any kind would last for 70 years, and the meaning of the two words he mentioned It coincided with each other, and he couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Jin Hong asked, "What did you write on it?"

Zhuang Jing sat down on the rock, patted beside him, motioned for Jin Hong to sit down too, looked at the nearby mountains and the large city on the horizon, and said, "Just two words - impermanence."

"At that time, I moved your grave here. The war had just ended, and everything was left to be done. The temple was very dilapidated. There was only a 80-[-]-year-old monk and a very young monk in it. I also donated A sum of money."

"The old monk said that I have a relationship with this temple, and asked me to write on the big stone with a brush. I thought that the city was still devastated, and I don't know how many people have experienced life and death. these two words."

The mountain breeze is gentle, bringing coolness, people think about many things, just at that moment.

He turned his head and looked at Jin Hong: "Fourth brother, I have seen too much impermanence, and I also know that there is no way to stop the origin and extinction. But since God wants us to live again, it means that the word love may transcend life and death. I , I did something wrong before, I want to get you back, are you still willing?"

His voice trembled slightly, his mind was like a candle, and the flame spread into a prairie fire with the wind of the old land and the past.

But no matter how big his fire is, how can it be bigger than Jin Hong's.The fire burned the entire camp for seven hundred miles, and burned everything to ashes, leaving only a sincere heart that could not be melted or burned.

Jin Hong spent two lifetimes, but he was actually just waiting for one person and one result.

Zhuang Jing's eyes suddenly dimmed, and a pair of strong arms took him into his arms.Those hands were made of steel, extremely powerful, as if they couldn't break free from the constant twisting shackles, but they also made people feel extremely at ease.

Zhuang Jing's hands gently wrapped around Jin Hong's waist, smelling the indifferent sandalwood fragrance on his body, he thought to himself, it's good to be tied together tightly like this for the rest of my life.

"Hey, hey, you can't sit on that rock! There's a cliff in front of you, come down quickly, it's very dangerous!" An old but energetic voice sounded.

Zhuang Jing quickly got out of Jin Hong's arms, and saw a strong old monk with a basket standing on the path.He was about to say something, but when he saw Jin Hong, he stopped, clasped his palms together and said, "Amitabha, Jin Benefactor, so it's you."

Jin Hong led Zhuang Jing to the old monk and said hello, "Master Zhishan."

Master Zhishan looked at Zhuang Jing, and then smiled: "It seems that benefactor Jin has waited for the person he was waiting for."

Zhuang Jing was puzzled, but Jin Hong did not explain, and introduced to Zhuang Jing: "This is Master Zhishan. He grew up in this temple. I occasionally come to worship and drink a few cups of tea in the temple."

Master Zhishan said, "It's very windy here, please invite the two benefactors to drink tea in the meditation hall."

The three of them walked back together, and Zhuang Jing found a delicately decorated small room on the right side of the back door. The plaque said "Bone Storage", which seemed to have never been seen in other temples, so he asked: "Where is this?" What's the little room for?"

Master Zhishan said: "During the ten-year special period, several large tombs at the foot of the mountain were smashed, and the people buried in them were all people related to our temple. I reburied them behind the small temple, and then re-buried Buried back to the original place. This small house was built on the original cemetery."

Zhuang Jing said "Oh" and stopped to stare.Big tomb, Yuanyuan, who else could there be?

That is to say, he and Zaihong have been lying together in the land under this hut for more than ten years.

In the past ten years, there may have been only a thin coffin, or a straw mat.

He didn't care, but Zaihong was restless when he was alive, and he couldn't rest in peace after death. Apart from being thrown into the wilderness, his grave was moved three times.

In the past ten years, ants have bitten and gradually rotted in the dark soil, it shouldn't be like this...

Master Zhishan coughed and said loudly: "Benefactor Zhuang, all appearances are false, wake up quickly!"

Zhuang Jingru suddenly came back to his senses after being hit by a blow. The hut in front of him was extraordinarily quiet and peaceful under the sun, and the darkness and coldness he had imagined did not exist at all.

He pursed his lips lightly and said, "Sorry."

Master Zhishan said carelessly: "Benefactor, we met once, and the old monk would advise you: don't look forward and backward, and you will be happier living in the present moment."

Zhuang Jing understood in an instant that Zhishan was the young monk he saw in the temple when he buried Zaihong. He helped the old abbot of the temple at that time, planted the cause, and reaped many fruits.

All three of them drank tea in the meditation room with an attitude of tacit understanding, and after drinking two cups, time was a little tight, so Zhuang Jing and Jin Hong bid farewell and went down the mountain.

This time down the mountain, Jin Hong was very proficient in holding hands. Zhuang Jing walked for a while, and couldn't help asking: "You refurbished this temple and that tomb, right?"

Jin Hong said: "The temple is, and the tomb was refurbished before I came here."

"Didn't you quietly bury us together?"

Jin Hong laughed: "It's not true. It is said that your apprentice felt that the master took a fancy to the boundary of Jingfu Mountain, so he must satisfy your wish. Since Zaihong took the original place, he should be buried next to it. Anyway There is no difference in Feng Shui, and Master must be satisfied."

Zhuang Jing was speechless: "Sometimes I really don't know what those little guys are thinking about."

Jin Hong said: "Although I didn't arrange it in the previous life, it happened like this by accident. In this life, I will definitely try to let you be buried next to me."

What's the difference between saying this and saying "You want you to be mine", Zhuang Jing ignored Jin Hong, his ears were slightly red.

Back at the cemetery, the worship was over, and the staff were distributing the sacrifices. After eating the sacrifices that the master had enjoyed, he could even get his blessing.Zhuang Jing tugged at Jin Hong's sleeve, signaling to go over quickly, the eighteen dishes and the roast suckling pig were about to be divided up.

As he was walking there, a hoarse female voice sounded behind him: "Master Hong, is that you?"

Zhuang Jing paused and turned around.

It was Fan Yuwei who stopped him, and the centenarian tremblingly walked towards Zhuang Jing with the support of Sheng Muhuai.

Fan Yuwei's dry eye sockets were slightly red, her words were choked in her throat, and she couldn't say anything for a while.

She recognized Zhuang Jing, because Zhang Shanghong's demeanor and demeanor had been firmly imprinted in her mind for decades, and she would never forget it.

Sheng Muhuai said softly: "I was going to leave after interviewing Master, but I insisted on waiting until you come back."

Zhuang Jing supported Fan Yuwei, and gently hugged the old man who was as thin as a piece of thin paper.

Fan Yuwei finally shed tears, tears of emotion, tears of relief.Although her voice has collapsed, she can still hear the sweetness of her youth. She said: "Master Hong, you are lucky, luckier than all of us."

She added: "We have continued to run the Capital Opera School you founded, and we have not given up halfway."

Zhuang Jing's thousands of words were reduced to one sentence: "Thank you, Yuwei."

The juniors of Liyuan who were offering sacrifices in the distance: Can someone explain why Mr. Fan hugged a young actor so affectionately, and what magic power does Zhuang Jing have so that he is so popular with senior Liyuan?

After chatting with Fan Yuwei for a while, she was out of spirits, so Zhuang Jing stopped her from talking.Sheng Muhuai pushed her away, Zhuang Jing looked at her back and said to Jin Hong, "Fourth brother, we are really lucky."

"Yeah, I'm lucky to have found you."

Jin Hong held his soft white fingers under the cover of his coat, and led him to get the food.

The first scene that Jin Hong and Zhuang Jing started filming was in the former Baylor Mansion.

The author has something to say: "All appearances are false" - "Diamond Sutra"