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The little monk was jumping and playing in front of them. "What is the name of this mountain?" "Why don't we see a village at the foot of the mountain?

The young monk said, "You are not here on the way to the mountain. There are no other people here. The way to the mountain was over there, and so was the village. Let me explain to you in detail: The ancient name of this mountain is the Volkswagen Mountain. The temple on the mountain was called Jingxiu Temple. The temple was founded by Jingyi, a disciple of Yuan Tiangang in the Tang Dynasty. Serenity was an old Daoist. In order to avoid being hunted by Wu Zetian, he changed his route from Shi Yin to this place. There were many temples, many sects, and all sorts of monasteries. The name of this mountain is Shan, and it belongs to the Linzi region. "

As he was speaking, a group of wild foxes suddenly ran over. The little monk hurriedly said, "Master, look, these things are very cunning. There must be a hunter chasing after them." Seeing those wild foxes dragging their tails, a wave of suspicion arose within him. He saw someone slowly run away.

Farmer laughed, "This thing is not rare, even in Beijing. He is good at stealing chickens and people hate him. " The young monk said, "This fox is righteous and never steals chickens. "It's good at catching grasshoppers, and it's full of fat."

Walking along the dangerous road, Farmer asked again, "Do you have any people from the north among the temples here?"

The young monk said, "I don't know it all. I only know one or two. I'm guessing there are all sorts of families here. Our Elder's Dharma is known as the Fourth Air, and he is known as the Fourth Air Lord. He was a monk from Yunnan. In the mountain ring in front of us, there is a Mt. Le, where the Pure Jade Grandmaster came from Hebei. "

At the fork in the road, the young monk pointed out: "This road leads to the nunnery; that road leads to our temple. The nunnery is closest to our temple. "

As he looked forward, he saw that the dense forest seemed endless, and he could not see where the temple was. The road ahead was even more arduous and dangerous. There was an extremely narrow stone path close to the stone wall, and beside the stone path was a deep ravine. The rocks were covered with moss, and the ditches were filled with towering trees. The bird's nest on the tree was bunched up in clusters, as if one could reach out and touch it. The pheasant and hare heard the human language and jumped around in panic.

Not daring to look around, he followed closely behind the young monk. After passing through the perilous situation, he suddenly saw a pool of clear water. The water side of the mountain sparrow, flowers and plants flourishing. Farmer said, "Sunshine in the forest, light in the water." The birdcall was beautiful, and the fragrance of flowers filled the air. You have a lot of fun here. "

The young monk said, "I'm used to it, but I don't feel that it's beautiful or that there's something interesting about it. "I've already gotten used to these kinds of dangerous routes, so I didn't think it was dangerous."

The two of them continued on their way, and in front of them appeared a stone staircase. Up the steps was a flat ground with all sorts of training facilities. The young monk said, "This is where we practice martial arts." Famin stopped to look: the ground was hard, not a blade of grass grew, swept clean. "The monks here must be working hard to advance," he thought. After they walked through the area, they zigzagged away for a long distance before another row of pine trees appeared in front of them. He didn't know how far he had to go. The little monk stopped in front of him and said, "Master, please wait for a moment. I will go inform our elder." Farmer nodded. The young monk turned and ran up the steps and into the bushes.

He saw a huge stone tablet on the side of the road with the words "The Founding Ground of Mount Yu" carved on it. Further up were stone steps, dozens of them. Then he went up the steps, and saw through the shade the gate of the vermilion hill. Taking a few steps, he saw the words "Chaoyang Temple" on the door plaque.

Farmer immediately said joyfully, "So I've arrived at the famous Rising Sun Temple!" This trip was truly worthwhile. " He thought, "The monks here are well-known for their high martial arts skills. I want to visit them."

Farmer took another look at the environment and said, "If you don't see Lin Huang and Lin Huang, a fragrant wind will blow towards you." This is precisely the place where one finds difficulty in finding a way to cultivate the body and extend their lifespan. "

At this time, the young monk attracted a white-browed old monk. The old monk looked just like an old immortal. Seeing him leaning on his staff and walking forward quickly, she only saw him smiling without saying a word. The silver beard drooped down below the chest, only a few beads were visible on the chest. Fa Ming stepped forward, bowed and said, "Old Holy Monk, Fa Ming from the Guardian Temple of Beijing pays his respects to you!"

The old monk hastily returned the greeting, "This old monk came late to pick you up, please forgive me! The old monk was delighted to learn that the high monk had come to visit. "Please come inside quickly for a chat."

Farmer said, "Thank you, Saint Monk!" "Please welcome me personally, I am truly terrified!" Farmer was led into the mountain gate and walked along a stone path before stopping in front of the western temple.

Sikong Kong said, "This is the place that this old monk will treat his guests to." Old Na usually stayed here during the day. I've been waiting for a long time, but no Fellow Daoist has come to visit. I was sitting inside with my eyes closed and thinking, when a child reported that a high monk had come to visit. I'm so happy. Fellow Daoist, please come in! "

Farmer went inside and sat down, while the young monk hurried to make tea. Sikong said happily, "Old Na has long heard of the great name of the Temple of National Protection. I am very glad to see you today. We have received a visit from a high monk, and our presence brings light to our humble dwelling. " Farmer laughed, "Old Holy Monk, you've really overestimated me. Embarrassed! "I'm ashamed!"

Sikong shook his head and said: "One hundred and twenty years ago, this old monk visited the Guardian Temple in Beijing, but he didn't expect that there would be a tall monk visiting the temple one hundred and twenty years later. How can I not be happy? "

Fa Ming was secretly surprised. He thought to himself, "Is this old monk in a state of delirium?" Otherwise, how old would he be? " So he asked, "Holy Monk, how old are you now?"

When Sikong heard that, he waved his hand and laughed: "Not at all. This old monk has wasted one hundred and fifty-three spring and autumn this year. Today, he was just half a year old. It was only when the High Monk asked that I told him the truth. Normally, when someone asked me how old I was, I would only say that I was in my nineties. " Then he laughed.

Fa Ming was pleasantly surprised. Looking at him carefully, his complexion was rosy and there were few wrinkles; his teeth were still there, his eyes were still focused; he had a deep and powerful tone; his back was not bent, and his waist was not bent; only his eyebrows and eyebrows were whiter than those of an ordinary man. "According to what our abbot told us in his spare time, the Elder, Song Desheng, had a close friend who lived a long life. Could it be you?"

Sikong Qing laughed: "This old monk is indeed Song Desheng." He then counted with his fingers and said, "Taotie is a good friend of mine. He has lived for eighty-nine years, and this man has not been here for more than sixty years. "

"You really are a living Buddha!" In terms of seniority, what should I call you? " Four Hells said, "What are you weighing? If you call me master, you're still too young. Forget it, this old monk has just grown over a hundred years old. Let's address him as fellow Daoist. " Farmer said, "That would be disrespectful!"

Si Kong said, "What disrespect? Don't ask for a title. In terms of seniority, my young monk is still a few generations older than you. "Then it's not easy to say."

Fa Ming said, "That's true too." Laughing, he said, "Old Xing is a man of virtue and prestige. He is easy to get along with. If you don't find him young, then I shall address you as my birthday. " Sikong Qing chuckled and nodded his head in satisfaction.

Not long after, the young monk served tea. Four Air added, "There are four people my age. One of them was Jin Chan, the first monk of Mount Emei; one was the old Daoist Qing Ming of Mount Luojia; one was the monk of Mount Anti Aishan, Gobi Khan; and the other was the Master Hunchbacked Dragon of the Monolith Temple on the island of Kuipui. The five of us had known each other since we were young. The year Lin Zexu banned smoking and burning of opium, we were all curious and went to the scene together. We all saw the smoke with our own eyes.

Speaking of smoke, it was a very satisfying thing. At that time, Lord Lin wore a flower plume over his head. He was dressed neatly, sitting in the middle of the hall with a colored awning above his head. On both sides of him stood more than a hundred civil and military officials. In front of him knelt a hundred or so opium dealers. The westerners were on the right, with Britain and France the most populous. The local cigarette dealers were on the left, and there were a lot of Southerners among them. All of them were very dejected. There were over 10,000 people participating in the meeting, and over 10,000 people watching from the sidelines. Over a thousand armed soldiers were guarding the venue. The scene was grand and imposing.

Lord Lin was truly selfless in doing things for the country and for the people. He was extremely serious in doing things. Holding the register in his hand, he called on the cigarette dealers himself and ordered them to hand over their hidden opium, warning the foreigners not to engage in any more opium business in China. Once found later, the goods will be confiscated, and the person will be brought to justice. There are no restrictions on trade other than drugs. Most of the foreigners were convinced and did not dare to disobey. At the time, they reported the number of cigarettes turned in and said they were no longer in the opium business.

Lord Lin then had the number of cigarettes exchanged by the foreigners announced loudly that they were no longer in the opium business. Some of the foreigners were not convinced and threatened Lord Lin. Lord Lin criticized him severely and immediately ordered people to seal off his business. In the end they all confessed, gave up opium, and promised not to engage in the opium business.

When it came time to turn in the cigarettes, it was even more lively. Those cigarette dealers had tasted the majesty of the Chinese government and dared not refuse to hand it over. Some carried boxes of opium to the smoking scene in wagons and ox-carts that employed the people. The opium in front of the colored shed was piled up like a mountain.

The British business leaders looked at the opium, hated Lord Lin, and gnashed their teeth. He shook his head and sighed for a moment. Then he went to Lord Lin and tried to reason with him, saying, 'How much economic damage are we going to suffer now that all these opium have been destroyed by you? Do you know? ' Lord Lin said: "Once these drugs enter our market, do you know how many Li Shu we will be poisoned?" The Englishman was right.

After Lord Lin finished collecting the opium, he sent troops to guard the scene and let everyone watch. After the demonstration, Lord Lin lectured the audience again. They ordered the opium to be stored in batches in pre-prepared smoke ponds, and it was all destroyed. Lord Lin's actions have vented the anger of the Chinese nation and bolstered China's national might.

Actually, the ban on smoking was ordered by His Majesty. He didn't expect the emperor to have a minister named Qi Shan, who was used to being bribed by foreigners. He got the money from the foreigners, worked for them, and vented his anger on them. He had repeatedly slandered Lord Lin and falsely accused the Emperor. The emperor was really dizzy. He really believed what he said.

Soon after, the British, together with Kishan, fired a few shots at sea. The Emperor was so frightened that he cast down Lord Lin in the eyes of the foreigners, as Qishan had said, and threw Lord Lin out of office for a crime. Lord Lin was truly wronged.