"Today is the New Year. Senior brother Cunzhen sent us some food and clothing. We couldn't use them all, so Master asked me and senior brother to give some to the donor. The things were placed outside the door. The donor remembered to use them."
After a while, Ying Niang opened the door and touched many things outside the door. The heavy quilt was pressed into her hands.
Outside the monk's residence, Lingbao looked at the female donor and whispered to his senior brother: "It turns out that she really can't see. That's right. The female donor is mainly visible. She must have been scared away by the master."
Master's burns were worse than theirs, and he looked scary.
"Okay, okay, the things have been delivered. Let's go. Senior Brother Cunzhen is still waiting for us."
The two monks walked further and further apart.
the next morning.
The two young monks came again.
Only then did Ying Niang realize that they were actually not very tall, especially the young monk, who spoke and acted like a child of twelve or thirteen years old, while the taller monk was about seventeen or eighteen years old.
Xu was a rare stranger in the temple. The young monk Lingbao was very curious about her. He and his senior brother put down the burden of carrying water. They wanted to hide behind the senior brother, but thinking that the female donor could not see his burns, Lingbao stood still. He came out and said, "Female donor, my senior brother and I have brought you water. At noon, the female donor went to the living room in the front hall to eat. Master has washed all the vegetables."
Ying Niang felt their kindness and felt at a loss for a moment.
"Senior Brother Cunzhen is here at noon. He is very capable, knows many powerful people, and has great medical skills. Maybe he can help the female donor look at her eyes." The young monk chirped, with a lively personality.
At noon, Yingniang followed the young monk to the living room in the front hall.
In the living room, there is plenty of food and wine.
Ying Niang smelled the smell of wine and never knew that the monk drank alcohol.
"Cunzhen can't stand the rules, so he drinks some wine and eats meat during festivals." The old monk Guichen said with a smile: "The female donor is not a Buddhist, and she doesn't have to abide by the rules and rules. She can eat whatever she wants. "
Two monks sat around the table, and they only ate vegetarian food according to the rules.
Ying Niang looked at Cun Zhen. The monk was sitting cross-legged on the ground. His body was half tilted like a cartilage head. He was leaning on the ground with his left hand. He seemed to be holding a wine pot in his right hand. He couldn't see what he looked like. He didn't look like a Buddhist.
Cunzhen was also looking at the female benefactor whom Lao Zhike Monk was kind enough to let him stay overnight.
Cunzhen's passionate face saw that the other party was blind, and he couldn't help but feel pity. He had always been very cynical, and immediately said: "Female donor, tell me how you became blind? Maybe I can do something about it."
The blade of the Kakuo blade in the cuff was close to her arm. It was cool and shaded, and Ying Niang could not see their faces clearly. She leaned towards Cun Zhen to thank her, and softly talked about the incident of her injury.
"I see. After dinner, I will give the female donor some acupuncture." Cunzhen said, "However, the Mercy Temple does not allow outsiders, so the female donor should make plans as soon as possible."
"Thank you, Master Cunzhen." Yingniang told the things about the Xiang family to test whether this person knew about the Xiang family.
"The Xiang family." Cunzhen said while drinking: "The female benefactor is right not to enter the Xiang family. The Xiang family not only often kills slaves at will, but also likes to give away concubines and dancing girls at banquets. The whole family is not a good person. "
"Congratulations to the female donor for escaping from the sea of suffering." Cunzhen said with a smile.
Ying Niang ate vegetarian food along with the two young monks.
Dinner is over.
Cunzhen kept his promise and treated the female donor's eyes.
Ying Niang was half suspicious and half speculative. Ever since she woke up, her nerves had been tense all the time, suspicious and wary. She looked at this strange world and couldn't trust everyone she met.
Even the monks at Mercy Temple are like this.
She only used what the young monks had used for her meals. She ate only after they had eaten. She never drank any wine or meat.
In the main hall, the old monk was chanting sutras.
Ying Niang felt the coolness of the blade in her arm and looked at Master Cunzhen who was giving her acupuncture.
The sound of the old monk chanting sutras came.
"Namo Amitabha Night. Duotagadu Night. Duotagadu Night."
"Amiridubhavi. Amili...
The familiar sound of the sutra stunned Ying Niang for a while, and she couldn't help but start to recite it. Yes, she had recited it. Ying Niang was extremely convinced that she had recited this sutra before... yes... yes...
Under the window and on the roof of the car, there was a monk in white who kept chanting sutras in her ears. She also chanted them over and over again to pray for those who died on the battlefield.
"Lotus Flower Rebirth Mantra."
"Who are you?" There was no smile on Cunzhen's handsome face: "Who taught you the Nine Turns of the Lotus Sutra?"
The Nine Turns of the Lotus Purana was once an unpublished scripture in the Great Mercy Temple. The Sutra Pavilion has long been burned down, and only a few people know the scriptures.
Who is this person?
Chapter 281
Inside the Mahavira Hall.
The old monk returned to the dust, and there were two young monks surrounding the female donor. Especially the old monk returned to the dust, and kept asking questions, but Ying Niang didn't know, she didn't even know her name.
Ying Niang said half confused and half apologetic: "I only remember that a monk once recited it in my ear. As for the monk's name, I have forgotten it. Master, please forgive me."
Guichen fiddled with the Buddhist beads and sighed heavily: "The female donor looked like someone who had suffered a disaster. I blame me for being impatient. Please tell the poor monk if the female donor thinks about it in the future."
Ying Niang responded and couldn't help but ask: "Is there anything special about this Nine Turns of Lotus Purana Sutra?"
“The Sutra Collection Pavilion of our temple was burned down by a fire, and many precious scriptures in the pavilion were also destroyed. Among them was the full volume of the Nine Turns of the Lotus Sutra, which was once the treasure of our temple. It is very important. The abbot agreed not to read it easily. The poor monk was lucky enough to read the first volume, but he had no chance to see the second volume." The old monk Guichen said: "The poor monk has always wanted to leave the Nine Turns of the Lotus Sutra for future generations of Buddhism. The female donor may have remembered all of it. Scripture?"
Ying Niang silently recalled the scriptures in her mind and said: "To be honest with you, master, my memory is incomplete due to the injury. I can only try my best to see how much I can recall. "
Lingbao cleverly brought a pen and paper, and the two monks, one old and two young, looked at the female donor excitedly, especially the old monk Guichen.
Ying Niang closed her eyes, touched the paper and pen, held the corner of her sleeve, dipped the pen in ink, and wrote word by word. On the white rice paper, the black words were particularly obvious, and in Ying Niang's eyes, they were like a ball of dizziness. The dyed flowers, strange to say, when she picked up the brush, she wrote down quite complicated scriptures naturally.
Ying Niang didn’t even know that the Purana Sutra was divided into two volumes. She stopped every time she wrote a paragraph, pretending to think, and then listened to the old monk’s movements. The more she wrote, the more Master Guichen talked. , kept thinking about it, the next volume turned out to be like this, and can the female donor remember anything more?
Ying Niang can naturally recall them all, she is very familiar with that scripture.
But after she wrote less than half of the next volume, she stopped writing and didn't move for a long time. She "hid the guilt welling up in her heart: "I can't remember the rest for now. When I remember, I will continue writing." . "
In fact, she could remember them all.
Because of selfish reasons, she lied.
If she writes it all, will she still be of use to these Buddhist people? Can she still stay here? Ying Niang thought a lot in a short period of time, and she also had many doubts in her heart.
What happened to such a large temple before, who set the fire, and who was the white-robed monk in her memory? Logically speaking, his status in Mercy Temple should be quite high. Maybe she should check who is there. You can access the Lotus Purana Sutra. Yu Dalang said that the mountain gate was sealed by the government. Why can Cunzhen come in? Could it be that Cunzhen is from the government.
She had too many questions, and Yingniang always wanted to figure everything out for the three words Mercy Temple in her memory.
Moreover, in order to avoid the Xiang family, she also had to live in Mercy Temple for a period of time. After solving the mystery, she copied all the scriptures and gave them to Master Guichen.
"It's good that the female donor can remember so much." Guichen picked up the piece of paper, looked at it fondly, and said to the female donor: "The donor's body is more important now."
"I wonder what the donor is called?"
"Yingniang, master, just call me Yingniang." Yingniang replied, the master treated her with sincerity, but she seemed to use the heart of a villain to judge the heart of a gentleman.
But she couldn't help but be wary.
Cunzhen took the rice paper from the old Zhike monk, lifted up the monk's robe and sat on the futon. He shook the rice paper, which made the paper rustle. The woman's handwriting was very elegant, which made people feel comfortable just looking at it.
"Ms. Ying's handwriting is very good." Cunzhen praised it and said, "I have some free time these days during the Chinese New Year, so I will stay in the temple for a while and give you a good look at your eyes."
"Thank you, Master Cunzhen." Yingniang thanked Monk Cunzhen again.
Cunzhen does not look like a Buddhist. At least, Yingniang has never seen a monk practicing with his hair on. Although her vision is not good, Yingniang can still see that Cunzhen is wearing a hair crown and colorful clothes.
In the afternoon, the two young monks asked Ying Niang to move to the dormitory in the temple. The dormitory environment was better and it was originally a place where pilgrims lived. Ying Niang declined gratefully because Yu Dalang said he would come to her and change the room. If she lives there, Yu Dalang will not be able to find her.
Ying Niang counted the few silver coins left in the package, took out a large piece of money, bought some sandalwood incense from the temple, and inserted it into the incense burner outside the Main Hall.
In the incense burner that had been silent for a long time, a stick of incense burned quietly.
In the afternoon, the two young monks went to the Zen Hall to meditate. After meditating, they went to the Dharma Hall to listen to Master Guichen's lecture.
During this period, Ying Niang visited Mercy Temple. When she really started walking, Ying Niang found that Mercy Temple was bigger than she thought. There were various side halls, Heavenly King Hall, Bell and Drum Tower, Law Enforcement Hall, Laymen’s Forest, and Guest Hall. some type of.
You can vaguely notice the majestic carved beams and painted buildings everywhere in the temple.
Cunzhen accompanied the female donor to visit the Mercy Temple.
"Does the female donor really not remember the past?" Cunzhen observed the female donor all afternoon. In the winter, he was dressed very richly, with a tall body and beautiful features.
Ying Niang was close and smelled the scent of rouge on his body.
She shook her head.
Cunzhen thought for a while and said: "This is the first time I have seen this kind of soul-leaving syndrome, but it is not impossible. After all, the female donor suffered a brain injury. Maybe after the injury heals, the female donor can remember ”
"But, can you really forget everything if you suffer from soul-leaving syndrome?" Chen Zhen's voice was a little soft, but there was a trace of yearning.
Ying Niang heard Cun Zhen's troubled words and didn't know how to respond.
The two or three days following these words were uneventful, and during this period Ying Niang also learned about Cun Zhen's current official position.
Lingbao Big Mouth told her.
Senior Brother Cunzhen is a guest of the Dudu Mansion in Luoyang. Everyone in Luoyang wants to give Brother Cunzhen some face. No wonder Master Cunzhen can enter and leave the Mercy Temple, which is banned by the government, at will.
Ying Niang temporarily stayed at Mercy Temple, doing what she could, and not bothering the masters in the temple unless necessary.
In the evening seven days later.
Ying Niang heard the noise outside the mountain gate.
Cunzhen stood up, opened the temple door, looked at Jiang Jiasanlang and the heavily armed soldiers behind him, and saluted respectfully.
Jiang Sanlang saw Cunzhen at a glance. He was obviously a monk, but he had an indescribable feminine charm. No wonder he could stay by the Governor's side even when he grew up. He said: "Come with me, Governor I have something to ask you."
Cunzhen's expression changed slightly. In previous years, he could live in Mercy Temple until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Did something happen in the city? Asking the Grand Governor to specially recruit him back, he got into the carriage at the rear. Before leaving, he waved to everyone in the temple and told them not to worry.
Ying Niang hid behind the door and waited until the noisy crowd in front of the door dispersed before looking at the horse carriage going away.
The monks who stayed in the temple were also worried.
"What does the Governor want to do with Senior Brother?" Lingbao asked.
night.
Yingniang couldn't sleep, so she found Lingbao. Among these people, Lingbao's tone was the easiest to break through. The two monks lived very close to each other. Master Guichen lived alone in a remote courtyard. Yingniang didn't. Lantern, but the snow is bright under the moonlight.
It snowed heavily yesterday, and many dilapidated houses in the temple collapsed under the weight of the snow.
