Great Medicine Without Borders - #912 - Chapter 906: lightning strike

Chapter 906 Lightning Strike

The weather was very hot today, and the air-conditioning in the car was very strong. Ye Qingya listened to music and looked at the vibrant green outside the car window, and her mood became relaxed. She decided not to get married, and it was good to enjoy the world quietly by herself.

Xu Chunliang knocked on the car window, waking up Ye Qingya who was immersed in thinking, and she opened the central control.

Xu Chunliang opened the driver’s door and motioned for Ye Qingya to get into the passenger seat. There were a lot of mountain roads to drive back, and he didn’t trust Ye Qingya’s driving skills.

Ye Qingya obediently went to sit in the passenger seat and took the cool glass of poplar nectar handed to her by Xu Chunliang.

Xu Chunliang said: “I bought it from downstairs in the hotel. You can try it.”

Ye Qingya nodded with a smile and glanced at the time, which was just eight o’clock.

Ye Qingya’s mood was not affected in any way. In fact, she was in a relaxed and happy mood when she was with Xu Chunliang. Maybe it was because of Xu Chunliang’s super contagiousness. When she saw Xu Chunliang smiling, she felt that her My heart started to flutter along with it.

Driving up the mountain road, I found that the car was not very flexible in turning. Ye Qingya looked at the cliff on the side and said with some fear: “Thank you, the car drives so well. I wouldn’t dare to drive it if it were me.”

Xu Chunliang said: “Just drive slowly. There is no such thing as driving skills, but you are familiar with it.”

 Ye Qingya said: “You are an experienced driver.”

Xu Chunliang coughed and said, “Sister, what are you referring to?”

Ye Qingya realized what he was doing and slapped him on the arm shyly. She knew clearly that Xu Chunliang was teasing her, but instead of being angry, she felt sweet in her heart. No man would dare to make such a joke with her, even Qiao Rulong would never make such a joke with her. After the two got married, they could be described as treating each other as if they were guests.

 Ye Qingya doesn’t have many friends, Xu Chunliang is one of them. In front of him, she can speak freely without any scruples. Ye Qingya likes people who are real and unpretentious, and it is difficult to meet such people nowadays.

Xu Chunliang parked the car. Ye Qingya put on some sunscreen before getting out of the car and asked Xu Chunliang if she wanted it.

Xu Chunliang shook his head. He was not used to applying that stuff, it was sticky.

 Getting out of the car, I looked up at the sky. The sun was still scorching.

Ye Qingya got off the car and handed him a hat to put on.

Xu Chunliang did not refuse this time. He put on his hat and took Ye Qingya’s camera bag over, and the two of them climbed along the mountain road in the direction of Duyun Temple.

It felt much cooler as soon as we entered the mountain forest, and the chirping of birds kept coming from the woods.

 Ye Qingya stopped to take photos from time to time.

Xu Chunliang feels that Ye Qingya’s current condition is amazing. It seems that everyone is suitable for their own lifestyle.

A little squirrel broke into sight, and Ye Qingya aimed at the squirrel and pressed the shutter.

 Xu Chunliang suddenly had a thought. He looked up and saw an eagle descending from the sky and swooping towards the little squirrel. Xu Chunliang did not stop it. This world is originally about the survival of the fittest.

 Ye Qingya exclaimed when she found out.

At this time, there was a scream in the woods, and a stone hit the eagle’s body, causing the eagle’s feathers to fly. The eagle suffered from pain and gave up its intention to continue hunting the little squirrel, and flapped its wings and fled upwards.

Xu Chunliang looked in the direction where the stones came from and saw the mute monk walking out carrying a bucket.

The mute monk was overjoyed to see them and made welcoming gestures.

Xu Chunconscience secretly thought that the mute didn’t have a slingshot, so he should have used his magical power to shoot the stones. He was really good at hitting the eagle accurately from such a long distance.

I haven’t been to Duyun Temple for a while, and I found that the repairs to Duyun Temple have been completed. It was funded by Mo Han, and Pu Jian hired an engineering team to come over for construction. Although the mountains are high and the roads are far away, the construction is inconvenient, but as long as you are willing to spend money, there is nothing that cannot be done. All building materials are basically carried by migrant workers on their backs.

The ground inside Duyun Temple was re-paved with bluestone. When Xu Chunliang and others arrived, the ground was covered with Buddhist scriptures, and monk Tonghui was drying them there.

 Monk Tonghui does not use communication tools such as mobile phones, so Xu Chunliang had no way to contact him before coming here. The lack of communication tools lost a lot of convenience but brought a lot of surprises.

Xu Chunliang explained his purpose, and Monk Tonghui naturally welcomed him. He personally led Ye Qingya to observe the grotto and exchange calligraphy experiences with her.

Xu Chunliang gave the tea leaves he brought to the mute monk for safekeeping. During this time, he walked around to see the repair status of the temple. Generally speaking, he was quite satisfied. Pu Jian did not dare to take Mo Han’s money. Cutting corners.

The mute monk specially took Xu Chunliang to see the newly dug release pond. There are koi carp and several turtles in the pond. Don’t underestimate this clear pond, which adds a lot of interest to Duyun Temple.

At this time, a cloud floated over from the sky. The mute looked up at the sky, remembered something, and turned around to collect the Buddhist scriptures to be dried.

Xu Chunliang knew that he was worried about the rain, so he hurried over to help.

Monk Tonghui and Ye Qingya also came over, and the four of them worked together to take the scriptures back to the Sutra Pavilion. As soon as they finished collecting them, a heavy rain came unexpectedly. Ye Qingya looked at the sky with lightning and thunder, and couldn’t help but said: “I have seen that there is no rain in the weather.”

Xu Chunliang said: “You can’t believe the current weather forecast.”

Monk Tonghui smiled and said: “It’s not that the weather forecast is inaccurate, but the weather on this mountain is unpredictable. Don’t worry, this rain won’t last long. It comes and goes quickly. After a while, the sun will shine again.”

Xu Chunliang looked at the sky and it became dark. It was obvious that the clouds were getting thicker and thicker. It was estimated that the rain would stop in a while.

Tong Hui asked the mute to prepare the vegetarian meal, but Xu Chunliang told them not to bother, just two bowls of plain noodles.

According to their original plan, they returned at three o’clock in the afternoon, but the rain did not come and go as quickly as Tong Hui said. At three o’clock, the rain did not let up, but became heavier and heavier.

Ye Qingya knew that Xu Chunliang had a dinner party tonight, so she apologized: “I’m sorry, I delayed your business.”

Xu Chunliang smiled and said: “Sister Qingya, why are you being polite to me? No one can avoid this kind of accident. I just eat dinner at night, which is not something important.”

 The sound of chanting came from the main hall, which was Monk Tonghui’s daily homework.

Ye Qingya said: “I really admire the master. Without firm belief, it is difficult to stick to such a boring life.”

Xu Chunliang looked at the koi swimming in the release pond not far away and said: “Zifeiyu, how do you know the happiness of fish? Everyone has the right to choose the life they want. Maybe the master enjoys it?”

Ye Qingya couldn’t help but think of herself. Xu Chunliang was right. She was no different.

At this time, a long snake-like lightning flashed across the sky covered with dark clouds, and then a thunder exploded that shook the sky and the earth. Ye Qingya’s delicate body trembled in fright, and she involuntarily grabbed Xu Chunliang’s arm.

Xu Chunliang comforted her and said, “It’s okay, don’t be afraid.” At the same time, there was a rumbling sound from the backyard, which was like the sound of a building collapsing.

 The mute also heard the noise and ran to the backyard in the rain.

 Not long after, he rushed to the main hall in a panic. Monk Tonghui came out with him.

Xu Chunliang guessed that something big had happened when he saw his panicked behavior. If not, he would not have disturbed Tong Hui, who was concentrating on worshiping the Buddha.

Xu Chunliang and Ye Qingya also went over to see if they could help.

When we arrived at the place, we found that a spiritual tower in the backyard had been struck by lightning and collapsed. This spiritual tower was the burial place of the previous abbot.

 Usually after the death of monks, their ashes or bones are placed in the underground palace and a tower is built on top to show their merit. The height, size and number of floors of the pagoda are mainly determined by the depth of Buddhist attainments, prestige and merit of the monks during their lifetime.

This old abbot’s pagoda is very simple. It was carved from mountain rocks by Tong Hui and Du Ba.

The pagoda was struck by lightning and the scene was in a mess. Seeing the scene in front of him, the mute knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing. In his opinion, this was a sign of great misfortune, but the master was caring and compassionate throughout his life, so how could he encounter such a bad luck? .

Xu Chunliang approached the pagoda and took a look. The underground palace should be intact. What was damaged was the above-ground building. There was originally a clay pot used for burials in the pagoda, but it was also smashed to pieces due to the collapse of the stone pagoda. He sealed the pottery jar before his death.

Monk Tonghui’s voice came from behind Xu Chunliang: “Two donors, please go back and have a rest. Let us handle this place.”

Xu Chunliang and Ye Qingya looked at each other and understood that this might be a taboo involving others. They wanted to help but were rude.

Ye Qingya said apologetically: “Master, it was us who were rude.”

 Monk Tonghui said: “It was just an accident.”

Xu Chunliang took a step back and said, “Master, we won’t disturb you and will leave first.” At this time, the rain was obviously lightening, and it was not convenient for them to stay, so they hurriedly took advantage of this opportunity to leave.

Tong Hui whispered: “I won’t give it away.” He bent down to clean up the mess. The clay pot was left to him by his master before he passed away. He said that there was something about him in it that might help him retrieve his past memories. , if he wants to know, just open the clay pot, but if he doesn’t want to remember the past, just bury the clay pot with him.

Tong Hui also went through some ideological struggle at that time, and finally decided to incorporate the clay pot into the stone tower, so that the secret would always accompany the master when he left. However, he never thought that this accident would bring the clay pot to light again. Because of the rupture of the clay pot, the contents inside things were also scattered in front of him.

Tong Hui picked up a pen and a watch. These were items he had used in the past. He forced himself not to think too much and put these items into the bag. He thought silently in his heart that after the spiritual pagoda was rebuilt, he would put these items back. Putting it back intact, he was just an ordinary monk in Duyun Temple.

His eyes were suddenly attracted by something in the red mud. It was a photo, which could not be seen clearly because it was stained with red mud. Tong Hui’s heart was pounding. He cast his eyes towards the raining sky and said, After reciting Buddhist scriptures and suffering a lot, I finally picked up the photo in the mud. The raindrops washed away the red mud on the photo. It was a group photo of a family of three, a beautiful man and a beautiful woman, hugging a cute person in the middle. little girl.

A dazzling bolt of lightning tore through the gloomy sky again, and then an earth-shattering muffled thunder exploded on top of Tong Hui’s head. Tong Hui’s body trembled, and his memories that had been buried for many years quietly awakened at this moment.

 (End of this chapter)