Rebirth of the Wild Age

There was a news item in 2o18 with the following content: Due to the rent increase in Zhongnanshan, the hermits could not bear it, so they chose to go down the mountain and go home.

This is true, because Zhongnan Mountain is so famous that more and more people in the city ran to the mountains to escape from the world.

It was okay at the beginning, a simple farmhouse, the monthly rent is only 4oo yuan. But just as tourism in Tibetan areas can wash the soul, seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain has become a common practice. In less than ten years, the rent has risen from a few hundred to tens of thousands.

These are fake hermits!

The real hermit lives in the depths of Zhongnan Mountain, where there are no houses to rent, and even farmers can't see one. Such true hermits have existed since the 1980s, and the number has remained between 2oo and 3oo people.

Mr. Zhou Zhengyu, who has returned from the United States with a master's degree, brought a large cart of supplies to visit his friends at Zhongnan Mountain.

It's a pity that there is no road for cars to travel far away. Zhou Zhengyu can only spend money to invite local farmers to carry materials with scalpers to move on. After walking for another five or six hours, the scalpers couldn't move on, because all that was left was steep mountain roads. In other words, it is not called a road at all, and the weeds and shrubs are pushed aside, only the trail can be seen faintly.

There are too many materials and not enough farmers.

It was getting dark at this time, and Zhou Zhengyu could only ask two farmers to return on the same route with seven or eight oxen, and most of the supplies were given away directly. The remaining farmers set up tents to rest for a night, carrying supplies the next day, and continued to climb the mountain with difficulty.

"Huhuhu!"

The mountain is too steep, and the road is not clear. In many places, there was no way at all, and he had to climb up with branches and vines. In less than 4o minutes, Zhou Zhengyu was already out of breath.

After climbing the Zhongtou Mountain Road for six full hours, it was already afternoon. A farmer pointed to the front and said, "Boss, there is a hideaway over there!"

Hearing this, Zhou Zhengyu was overjoyed, and quickly speeded up his pace. When he came closer, he was disappointed.

The so-called hidden cottages are nothing but thatched houses built against the mountain wall. A small vacant lot was cleared on the steep hillside not far outside the house, and a woman in shabby clothes was growing vegetables.

"Hello!" Zhou Zhengyu said hello.

The woman wore ordinary shirts and trousers, with her head rolled up at will, her face was thin, her cheekbones protruding, and she couldn't tell which believer she was. On the contrary, she looked more like a hardworking peasant woman. She held the **** and said: "Hello sir, which monk's family are you?"

"Family members" are not real family members, but specifically those who provide for the monks in seclusion for free.

Some financially affluent believers, or ordinary people with disasters, accidentally met the monks in the mountains, and took the initiative to bear the monks' daily expenses. They seldom donate money, but send some supplies regularly. They don't care how much, they only care about their hearts. They only give away a pair of worn trousers.

Zhou Zhengyu didn't understand this. He said, "I am a friend of a monk."

The woman said: "If it's a friend, then the husband can go back. The hermit in the mountain is dedicated to cultivating hard. You still don't disturb the peace of that friend."

"I just came to find a friend and don't disturb his peace." Zhou Zhengyu said.

"Oh." The woman continued to brandish her **** and ignored him.

Zhou Zhengyu asked: "Do you know a hermit named Nie Jun?"

The woman shook her head and said, "I don't know."

Zhou Zhengyu asked again: "What's your name?"

The woman said: "As usual."

"Road number or law number?" Zhou Zhengyu asked.

"Anything," the woman said.

Zhou Zhengyu asked again: "When did you come to live in seclusion?"

The woman said: "More than ten years ago."

Zhou Zhengyu said: "Have you read a book?"

The woman said: "College."

Zhou Zhengyu was shocked: "As a junior college student more than ten years ago, you have a bright future. Why did you come to live in seclusion?"

The woman said: "Seek the truth of life."

Well, it's just a lunatic, Zhou Zhengyu said much more lazily, and asked: "Where is there a hermit in front of you?"

The woman pointed to the mountain: "Walk for a few more minutes, there are two male repairmen there."

Zhou Zhengyu immediately continued on the road, but when he arrived at his destination, it was found that these were two hard-to-repair men in their 40s and 50s. And he was dressed more tattered than the female monk, meditating in the main den in broad daylight, and screamed for a while before opening his eyes.

In this way, Zhou Zhengyu took a few farmers around the mountain for eight days, met more than 10 monks, and finally found Nie Jun who lived in seclusion in the mountain.

Nie Jun was actually wearing a T-shirt and jeans, but it was already in a shabby condition. This guy didn't meditate, but lay on a big rock, as if sleeping, breathing long, and the ghost knew what he was doing.

"Hey, I also lighted the mosquito coil," Zhou Zhengyu kicked the mosquito coil next to the stone and shouted, "Nie Jun, your mother-in-law is here!"

"Don't be like this, don't be like this," a short monk walked out of the Cao Lu next door, his hands clasped together, "Friend Daoist Nie is entering Ding, please don't disturb him."

Zhou Zhengyu smiled and said, "Fat, I think he is asleep."

The monk said: "Daoyou Nie cultivates sleeping skills, and his talent is amazing. It only takes half a year to enter the state of meditation."

"Still meditation, he became a monk?" Zhou Zhengyu said.

The monk said: "The meditation of Buddhism is the meditation of Taoism."

Zhou Zhengyu was exhausted enough for a week and walked directly into Nie Jun's cottage. There was only one bed inside, a few jars on the ground, and no other furniture. The straw mat on the bed smelled of musty, and Zhou Zhengyu couldn't take care of it so much. He fell asleep and fell asleep~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The farmers hired by Zhou Zhengyu also sat on the ground smoking and chatting. They have become accustomed to monks in the mountains, and occasionally monks go down the mountain out of hunger, and local farmers will kindly provide food.

Not knowing how long he slept, Zhou Zhengyu was suddenly awakened.

Nie Jun’s skin is now tanned, and he stands in front of the bed and asks, "What are you doing here?"

Zhou Zhengyu said: "My buddy just came back from the United States, and I made an appointment with everyone, and you are the only one left."

"Let's go then." Nie Jun said.

"Huh?" Zhou Zhengyu didn't react.

"Didn't you let me down the mountain? Leave now." Nie Jun said.

Zhou Zhengyu couldn't keep up with the other person's thinking, scratching his head and said: "I thought I was going to persuade you to spend a long time."

Nie Jun looked like a world-class expert and smiled and said: "I don't want to go down the mountain. It's useless if you persuade me. I am willing to go down the mountain, so I don't need you to persuade me."

"Then these things?" Zhou Zhengyu pointed to the altars and pots in the Cao Lu.

Nie Jun went out and said to the monk Duan: "Brother, I still have half a can of beans, a can of rice and a few catties of salt in my house. You can use it yourself, or leave it to someone who is predestined. I'm going down the mountain. "

"No." said the short monk.

This is the case with the monks of Zhongnanshan. They don't care about the property, and they just leave. The altars, pots, and pots are not taken down the mountain. They are reserved for future friends. Nie Jun’s Caolu was inherited from the previous monk.

Zhou Zhengyu said to the farmers: "Leave everything to the monk, only bring some dry food and mineral water back."

Nie Jun hasn't shaved for a few months, but his head is relatively clean, but it has become a shawl long. He walked down the mountain empty-handed, then suddenly turned around and said, "Lend me a few hundred dollars."

"Huh?" Zhou Zhengyu was stunned.

Nie Jun said: "Brother, I have an ID card on me. You have to give me some money to live."