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Hearing Tao Jin's shout, Nishino and Xiaoxiao hurried over: "Isn't it just a small space to burn incense and worship Buddha? What's so strange?"

"The words on this stone tablet are cursive, which is not ordinary compared to those." Tao Jin looked hard at the stone tablet, "Old classmate, this is also mentioned by Emperor Wu of Liang Xiao Yan."

"Oh, then I have to see." Nishino leaned his head, stretched his neck and drilled into the stone nest. Sure enough, there was a stone tablet, about 80 cm long and about 50 cm wide. It was densely engraved with words, all in traditional Chinese characters, which was not difficult for Nishino.

He studied for five minutes until he was dizzy and retreated: "The earliest history of this temple has moved forward for at least 1,000 years, which is of great research value."

Xiaoxiao couldn't help but be curious. She looked into the stone mortar like Xiye. Soon she denied Xiye's point of view: "This is a broken monument. If you take it out of context and make a conclusion in a hasty way, it is a blasphemy and disrespect to the gods. I personally think that the age of this monument should be in the late Ming Dynasty, not the Nanliang you mentioned."

"Is that true?" Xiye walked around the sides of the stone pier and turned over a stone tablet buried in the soil. Unfortunately, it was covered with moss and the handwriting was blurred. He picked up some hay on the ground and gently brushed away the soil on it. Xiaoxiao saw a piece of discarded red silk on the ground, grabbed it and rubbed it back and forth on the stone tablet.

"What are you doing?" Nishino stopped Xiaoxiao in time, spread his hands, "Go and get some water for me..."

"Where is the water in the wilderness?" Xiaoxiao muttered.

"Some. Where there is a temple, there must be a source of water." Nishino looked around and pointed to the right, "Look——, there is a stone jar there, there is water!"

Xiaoxiao walked in the direction pointed by Nishino. A cool mountain spring water flowed out from the bamboo pipe and gathered in the large stone jar with algae. The water flow was small or small. There were more than ten small shrimps swimming around there, leisurely and at ease!

Xiaoxiao took off the bamboo tube (with handle) from a tree in the stone jar, put it in the water and cleaned it many times before he felt relieved to connect the spring water under the water pipe, and it was filled with water in a short while.

The temperature was too high, and Xiaoxiao's throat was already dry and smoked. She tilted her head and drank all the spring water in the bamboo tube. She felt cool all over her body, and she felt indescribable comfort. This water was incomparable to the tap water in the city. It was sweet and delicious, without any pollution or impurities. It was praised by Buddhist believers as a divine spring. Every time they came here to worship, they would put some in bamboo tubes or water bags back, which was said to be able to eliminate disasters and prolong life.

Xiaoxiao soaked the red silk in the stone jar for a while, then filled it with bamboo tubes of spring water, and then returned to the stone tablet. Xiye took the water, sprinkled it on the surface of the monument, and gently removed the dust with the red silk, while Xiaoxiao continued to fetch water...

After finally cleaning up the impurities on the stone tablet, Nishino squatted beside the stone tablet for a long time and shook his head: "This monument is a memorial to donate merits in the early years of the Republic of China, and has little historical value."

After struggling for a long time, there was no new discovery. Nishino was very disappointed. He walked around the stone temple for a few times and saw two white jade piers on the top of the temple. He thought for a while, then walked up to a wooden board beside the stone jar and climbed to the top of the temple (there was a platform on it).

"There are reliefs around this stone. Do you want to come up and take a look?" Nishino asked Tao Jin and Xiaoxiao on the platform.

Tao Jin also jumped up along the wooden board and observed the items in the hall on the platform.

"I'm not here." Xiaoxiao took a few steps back and stepped on a small mound, almost falling. When she looked back, she saw a white jade stone exposed beside the mound, "Hey, there is still a stone tablet here!"

Nishino jumped down and landed in front of the monument. He leaned over and saw a few words at the head of the monument: Qing Ji Ming Gong!

"Haha, Qingming, isn't it the Qing Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty? The contributions of the Ming Dynasty were inherited by the Qing Dynasty... Tao Jin, see if there are any hoes in the temple?"

"Okay." Tao Jin looked carefully on the platform for a while, and finally found a rusty hoe and a shovel. He grabbed a stone pillar on the edge of the platform with both hands and climbed down.

"Xiye, be careful, I threw the hoe out--" Tao Jin threw the stone out of the stone wall. Perhaps because he used too much force, the hoe hit the protrusion of the stone pier at the entrance of the temple. "Crack--" The hoe immediately broke into two pieces.

Xiye stepped on the stone nest and took off the hoe. Fortunately, half of the hoe could still be used. Xiye held the hoe in both hands and dug it on the mound. The stone tablet that had been covered for twenty minutes for a long time was seen again.

Maybe it has been too long since it was buried in the soil, and the moss and moss is attached to the monuments and records, and it has to be cleaned. It's really troublesome.

"Or it would be much easier to clean it if we moved it to the stone jar." Nishino raised one end of the stone tablet alone.

"Yeah, a good idea!" Xiaoxiao also took action, and she and Tao Jin raised the other end...

The three of them slowly placed the stone tablet next to the large stone jar, and naturally they were responsible for removing mud and decontamination to Xiaoxiao.

Cleaning is a meticulous job, so tired that I smiled and sweated heavily, and finally it was finished.

"Xinye, I have been busy for a stone tablet for most of the day. Is it worth it?" Xiaoxiao wiped the sweat beads on his forehead.

"It's worth it for the ancients to leave us such precious information!" Nishino studied it word by word-

Twenty-one Historians said: Is it not only the most charity of Liang Wu? The Yin Qi is vast and extremely called him Sima Qian Gong Cai. The man is the first of the famous mountains in Guangdong and Chu, the Jinzi Mountain, which is the success of Kunlun, and is from the legacy of Daiyue. It is far away from thousands of miles above, and the two come to Qianfeng. It is... Xiaohan, Xiaze County Capital connects west of Guangdong on the left and Wushan on the right, like the northern Chen arches Si River, like the spiral of Panlong. The mountains are bright and beautiful...

"Old classmates are all just like that. Can you explain it?" Tao Jin couldn't understand what Nishino said.

"I not only explain, but also briefly demonstrated it in combination with all the stele and inscriptions." Nishino sat cross-legged on the stone jar, like a stone Buddha, explaining it up and down-

Since Emperor Wu of Liang Dynasty, Buddhism has flourished and unprecedentedly advanced. The number of monks has increased rapidly across the country. Jinzi Mountain, the first famous mountain in Chu and Guangdong, located on the border of Huguang, is the center of Buddhist activities in both places.

Judging from the few steles found so far, the Lingshan Buddhist temple mentioned in "Qing Jiming Gong" should be the earliest temple recorded in existing texts. Because the stone temple (rebuilt during the Shunzhi period) was leveled in the early days, the whereabouts of various stone temples on major events in the Ming Dynasty were unknown, and there was no way to know the historical changes of Lingshan Buddhist temple from the Southern Qi Dynasty to the late Ming Dynasty.

In the seventh year of Chongzhen (1634), after Pan Yingdou, a native of Lingshan, passed the imperial examination, returned home in glory (during the Chongzhen period, he was awarded the fourth rank or above in the three provinces, equivalent to the deputy secretary of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection). He presided over the construction of civil structures of Lingshan Buddhist Temple, and the incense flourished again, lasting for more than ten years.

After the fall of the Ming Dynasty, Hunan and Guangxi were the sphere of influence of the Southern Ming Dynasty. The anti-Qing armed forces fought fiercely with the Qing army. The capital Liangcheng was once the capital of King Gui Zhu Youlang. Lingshan Fanzha was located on the main road of Huguang and was conspicuous. It was a military base for the Southern Ming army to attack and defend, echoing the beacon towers of two provinces and three places on the Erbaoding.

When the Southern Ming army retreated in Wugang Prefecture and retreated to Guangxi, the temple was one of the anti-Qing military strongholds. The Ming army, who had cut off the rear, fought back, and was bound to suffer the baptism of war and the temple was seriously damaged. The war was in chaos and the lives were devastated. Without the supply of the court, the believers were sharply reduced, and monks fled, and the temple was unsustainable.

Since then, the scale of the temple has greatly reduced, the beads in the hall have rotted, the walls have collapsed and cracked, and are in danger. The head of the Lingshan Fan Temple has nowhere to live, so he has to build a circular thatched house and stick to this place, which is for Bayun Temple.

The Qing army completely occupied Hunan, and the social order gradually settled down. In order to win people's hearts and appease the Ming Dynasty's remnants, Emperor Shunzhi, who enveloped Buddhism, paid 3 taels of silver, bought out the rent, allocated a large amount of fertile land to the temple to collect rent, support monks, and preached Buddhist teachings of cause and effect, and reincarnation to show the great grace of the emperor.

"Is it a lot of silver for three taels?" Xiaoxiao asked.

"Not much." Nishino calculated based on the price comparison:

Three taels of silver can buy out the rent of grain... One tael of silver in the early Qing Dynasty can buy a tumble of rice. According to the current average price of rice of 2.5 yuan, it is approximately equivalent to 250 yuan, and three taels of silver can be at most 750 yuan.

There are ten thousand escorts for the fundraiser, and 1,000 escorts are about 2,000-2,500 yuan. Ten thousand escorts are equivalent to 20,000-25,000 yuan. The money donated by these believers is twenty or thirty times that of Emperor Shunzhi!

However, the emperor issued an order to go to the local area, and the state treasury would have to contribute. All the surrounding fertile land is returned to the temple to collect taxes, which is a considerable amount.

After Emperor Shunzhi, Bayun Temple was rebuilt twice in the 27th year of Qianlong and 57th year, and the last major renovation in the early years of the Republic of China, which shows that the Lingshan Buddhist temple was in the ancient times and among the people among the people.

"It turns out that there are so many secrets hidden behind these stone tablets. Today I am very eye-opening. The mountains are not high, but immortals are famous. The water is not deep, but dragons are spiritual..."

"Yes, the mountain has its height and the water has its depth. There is no need to compare. The wind has its freedom, and the clouds have its gentleness. Everyone has their own personality, such as a few of us. If you think you are happy, go find it. If you think you are worth it, go wait. If you think you are happy, cherish it. If you think you are happy, go according to your heart and have no regrets in this life."

Nishino stood in front of the ancient temple of Lingshan, looking at the colorful clouds in the sky and the slowly setting sunset in the west, thinking: I can’t see through, can’t bear to give up, can’t afford to lose, can’t let go, can’t let go, can’t persevere. No matter how difficult it is, you must persevere, no matter how good it is, you must be indifferent, no matter how bad it is, you must be confident, no matter how much it is, you must save, no matter how cold it is, you must be enthusiastic. Perhaps this is the highest level of comprehending Buddhism!

"We should go back. If we are late, we won't be able to go down the mountain." Tao Jin urged.

"It's just that dusk is approaching, and the sunset is extremely good. I want to stay for a while." Nishino was a little reluctant. He wanted to watch the whole process of the setting sun.
Chapter completed!