I dare not watch Guanyin from now on

I woke up on the morning of the first day of the new year and found that I forgot to turn off the computer. It felt like it was turned on from last year to this year. Some days have not really passed, and the old year is still around.

I had already made an appointment to go to Yunfeng Mountain, and said that after the agreement, I could no longer go back on it. This wish should be unhindered and go up the mountain with one heart. So all morning I was giving myself psychological hints, I must be sincere, I must never go back on what I promised, and I have to go up the mountain, even if it rains heavily.

It was already lit up outside, but no one was ever seen, and the street was deserted. The driver knew that we were going to Yunfeng Mountain, and he kept chattering along the way: the best way to go on the first day of the new year is our Lingshan and Xianshan—did you bring a mineral water bottle? Be sure to bring back two bottles of fairy water, otherwise it will be in vain!

Sitting in the back seat, I felt at a loss, as if I was holding a jar of hot fairy water, for fear that it would spill out. I couldn't see his face clearly, but hearing his lively voice seemed to be full of laughter, I felt that I should repay the relationship. So I chatted with him, and talked about Heshun and Atami. He said the same thing as the tour guide, but he was more like an enthusiastic local friend.

He chatted with me in dialect, saying that his hometown is Mangshi, a town called Zhefang. At that time, I was only immersed in the romantic imagination of a city named after the single word "mang". I repeated it several times, but I still couldn't figure out what the word "covering" was. I just felt that It sounds like the name of a Dai village.

It was not until after I came back that I found out: Zhefang, the hometown of Gongmi, is a beautiful Bazi. Sure enough, the Dai people live there, but there are also Jingpo people, Deang people, and Lisu people. After reading this series of names, there is a summer scene unknowingly. After a short pause, I felt my fingers stiff, and realized that I was still in winter, and the surrounding temperature was only about ten degrees.

I chatted with the uncle the driver all the way that day, until he was interrupted by the phone, I had a chance to take a look at the mountains outside the window, looming in the thick fog, only the undulating outlines, the clear lines overlapping, and the mountains. Landscape painting is no different. When I saw a building with red walls and black tiles in the middle of the bright rape blossoms, I remembered that I wanted to inquire about the situation of Yunfeng Mountain. He opened his mouth again, saying that if the weather is good, we can see the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain from here. .

Looking back now, I think that what he said about Yunfeng Mountain largely refers to the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, and the locals climb Yunfeng Mountain on the first day of the new year, in fact, just to burn a few incense sticks up the mountain and ask for a happy new year.

Seeing that we were getting closer and closer to Yunfeng Mountain, we were blocked at the bend of the road. The vehicle in front was motionless, and only the person who came to incense nearby could continue to move forward. The uncle of the driver said that it should be difficult to pass, and it was the first day of the new year. He smiled apologetically, and I said that it was not far from the door anyway, we just walked over there.

Sure enough, as soon as I turned the corner, I saw the gate with the words "Yunfeng Mountain" written on it. Now it's a bit ridiculous to think about it. Such a mountain can also create a magnificent gate at the foot of the mountain, as if it is privately owned by someone when it is closed. , it can be seen that "Xianshan" can also be bought.

Pedestrians on the road are more familiar with this place than those anxious about traffic jams hiding in dark vehicles. I remembered that when I was a little closer to Yunfeng Mountain, I saw them on the side of the road, a family of young and old, carrying food, playing, and stop-and-go, so they also reached the foot of the mountain.

This is like the scene of Chinese New Year when I was a child. On the first day of the new year, it was usually sunny. I walked with my parents for a few kilometers or even a dozen kilometers, went to the temple to burn incense, and went to the relatives and friends to pay New Year's greetings. When I was a vegetarian on the first day of the new year, my mother would cook sweet bait silk and order everyone to eat a whole bowl before going to the temple.

The food prepared at that time was very simple. There were a lot of melon seeds and peanuts, as well as various kinds of candy and biscuits. It was said that I was hungry on the road to eat a little, but in fact, I was eating and playing along the way. When they meet people they know, they also go to the temple to burn incense. If the child in that family is naughty, he will definitely carry firecrackers with him and play along the way, and he will be proud of attracting other people's eyes, no matter whether the eyes are surprised, curious or hated, he is very proud.

Looking at these people gathered at the foot of Yunfeng Mountain, the expressions on each of their faces also overlapped with what I experienced when I was a child. I felt indescribably shocked and comforted, as if suddenly returning to more than ten or twenty years ago, Soon my mom would come up and grab my arm, tell me not to be dazed and leave, or ask me if I want some candy, and then grab some and stuff it in my hand.

The roadside stalls sell snacks and water. There are hot roasted sausages, fried potatoes, jelly, rice noodles, cold dishes, and even fresh soft persimmons just picked from the trees. They are also full of pots. Mixed with straw, it may be that the persimmon will not be damaged and affect the appearance.

The stall owner and a little boy who looked less than ten years old occasionally looked up at passers-by in confusion, then quickly lowered his head and flipped the sausage on the grill, his movements were very skillful. His mother was bargaining with the guests, and a 350ml bottle of water made an extra 50 cents.

When you go up the mountain and meet the person going down the mountain, everyone exchanges different looks. It is the urgency of rushing on the road, or the calmness of finally fulfilling a wish. At the moment of passing by, you suddenly get comfort, so the person who goes up the mountain has the strength to go. go ahead. Hurry up, hurry up, as long as you reach the top of the mountain, you will be fine when you reach the gods and Buddhas.

After all the hard work, he finally got to the front of the main hall, no matter who the god or Buddha was, he knelt down happily, and when he kowtowed, he forgot all the wishes he had accumulated over the years! Had to silently recite "Peace, peace, peace". The child's eyes were clear, staring at the ferocious statue in a daze, some were not afraid, some actually burst into tears.

The lord said in his heart, don't blame the gods, and hurriedly got up to lead the child, asking him to bow down and bow down. The child was still noisy at first, but in the coming year and many years later, he would get used to it, and he would kneel down freely without being taught by an adult, and teach the younger children beside him over and over again.

Standing in front of the huge statue, he thought, I finally don't have to be afraid of you, I kowtow to you. So he turned around with a smile, and went to the patio to scoop up the fish in the water tank. When everyone was not paying attention, he also secretly pinched a water lily leaf, and happily walked out of the palace gate to play. Back to naivety as always.

In the courtyard, under the surrounding pine trees, and in the pavilion, people can be seen everywhere folding gold ingots, silver ingots, or tearing stacks of copper money paper, talking and laughing, peeling broad beans, choosing Fennel is no different. It seems that after burning these, it is the same as after the New Year's Eve dinner, and even the wishes are the same.

When I was young, I liked going to temples and Taoist temples. I was very excited when I heard it. The first thing that came to my mind was what to eat at the temple fair. I would meet a lot of people to play with, and everyone was very happy, as if I had never been so happy all year round.

The adults were still worshipping the gods downstairs, and the children had long jumped up to the second floor, pushing open doors one after another, or closing them to scare the pilgrims, but they terrified their companions first. . Half of Guanyin's face was revealed through the narrow crack of the door. A pair of eyes stared straight at the little girl who had only taken a half-step into the gate of the tall hall. There was no pity or sympathy in her eyes, but it showed a bit of viciousness.

When the pilgrims pushed open the half-closed door of the temple, Guanyin showed a kind face again, and taught the children to respect her and kowtow to her. When the adult walked out of the hall door and the child turned back, the Guanyin seemed to have changed back to the evil look he had seen before, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if he could hear her laughing, so he turned and rolled over the threshold and followed the adult. Leave this mysterious hall. I didn't dare to cry to the adults again, the Goddess of Mercy frightened me. Because everyone tacitly agrees that God is good by default. You are afraid because you are guilty and you are not religious enough.

With this in mind, I left the crowd of pilgrims and planned to look elsewhere. On the steps of the side hall, I met a young girl in white, staring at the misty mountains in a daze. Like me, I came out to get some air. The moment I passed her, she suddenly folded her hands and bowed to the rolling green hills in front of her.

When I looked in her direction, I could only see green pines in the distance, and red strips of cloth fluttering in the wind in the distance. The heart that had been crushed by the idol and the strong incense at first felt a little relieved.

All the scenes I encountered in Yunfeng Mountain happened when I was a child, and more than once. I felt a little scared, but at the same time there was a huge surprise.

It was not until I descended the mountain that this strange reaction successfully found an exit: not only the mountain and the Taoist temple in front of me, but also this place, this city and everything in it, seemed to have found a place similar to my childhood. and managed to stay in it.