The nun Zhixian came from Boguan Temple in Hedong, 80 miles away.
Three days ago.
A group of people came to the temple.
The leading general.
Called {Yang Zhong}
He is an old benefactor of Boguan Temple.
His wife is pregnant.
I want to go home and give birth to a baby.
Mrs. Dun was unwell due to the fatigue of traveling.
Zhixian's master.
The abbot of the temple, Master Yunxia, left his wife to rest in the temple for two more nights.
unexpectedly.
Yang Zhong's army had just left the city.
Another wave of officers and soldiers came and surrounded Boguan Temple.
Indiscriminately, the nuns in the temple were immediately dismissed and returned to secular life.
The elderly Yunxia went to reason.
"Donor, our Boguan Temple never interacts with the outside world. Why do you military masters come so recklessly?"
The arrogant officers and soldiers couldn't listen at all.
He swung the bat and injured the host Yunxia.
Zhixian led the nuns to protect Yunxia and preside over it.
The officers and soldiers drove away the nuns.
They looted and burned the temple.
The old and frail Master Yunxia was helpless.
Quickly tell Zhixian.
"Go and join General Yang before he goes far."
He separated from everyone and was buried in the sea of fire.
Zhixian wanted to jump into the fire to save his master.
He was blocked by an officer on horseback.
He jumped off his horse.
Chao Zhixian approached with a smirk on his face.
Zhixian was furious.
Kicked away unexpectedly.
That rascal.
He stumbled and fell to the ground.
Wait until he gets up in anger.
The footing is not stable.
Zhi Xian uses another palm.
Pushed him into the fire.
then.
Zhixian grabbed the horse's rein that the officer had thrown away and jumped on the horse.
Escaped the burning Boguan Temple.
Elders.
After listening to Zhixian's statement.
Everyone lamented.
An old man scooped out a bowl of leftover food from the tea bucket.
Wait for her to eat and drink enough.
Then he introduced the situation of Yang Zhong and his party passing by here to go to Prajna Temple.
The sunset is approaching.
Yang Zhong and his party have arrived at the foot of Daqing Mountain.
Everyone looked up eagerly.
I saw.
The Feiyun Pavilion of Prajna Prajna Temple is hidden in the shadow of a light green tree.
A stunning sunset.
The gray rubble on the roof of the temple shines brightly.
Enter Prajna Temple.
You must walk up a path paved with jade slabs.
then.
Yang Zhong decided to drive out four vehicles and be escorted by some cavalry.
Set up camp on the spot at the foot of the mountain.
The female family members and herself led several personal guards up the mountain to stay in the temple.
Buddhism.
It was introduced to China from the Eastern Han Dynasty.
By the Sui Dynasty, it had lasted for more than 600 years.
period.
Believe in Buddhism.
Slander Buddha.
Destroy the Buddha.
Although there are ups and downs.
His teachings are early but deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Yang Zhong and his wife are two devout Buddhists among all living beings.
They come all the way.
Many stayed overnight in temples along the way.
I hope that having the aura of Buddha will make me feel less guilty.
In a vast twilight.
Yang Zhong and a personal guard who led a horse to show his head walked at the front.
Three guards and several maidservants walked along the stone path in a small sedan carried by two people on the first floor.
The stone road has been stepped on and is extremely smooth.
Everyone walked to the messy ruins.
Abbot Fanjing, the abbot of Prajna Temple, and several eminent monks have been waiting here for a long time.
Because he was afraid that the Buddhist monks in the temple would be frightened when they saw the soldiers and horses trekking.
The attentive Yang Zhong had already sent someone to the temple to discuss accommodation matters.
"Master Fanjing, don't worry. I have arranged for the soldiers to rest at the foot of the mountain. I will never come up to interfere with your meditation and worship of Buddha."
"General Yang, if you can't get used to staying at the foot of the mountain, you can go to the temple and have a meal. We monks have long been accustomed to wars all year round."
This ruin was originally the site of the mountain gate of Prajna Temple.
The two tall Vajra statues protecting the temple and the mountain gate made of rubble were destroyed by the war.
Everyone had no choice but to zigzag through the ruins.
The sedan carried by the two men was lifted sideways, step by step, up the silky steps.
Entering the temple gate one after another.
After the sedan is put down.
The three maids finally helped Mrs. Lu, who was almost paralyzed from the sedan chair, to the prepared room.
Mrs. Lu lay down on the couch covered with a mat.
The incense burner in the room is burning with pleasant sandalwood.
Not only did she not feel the slightest warmth.
Instead, I felt my stomach tightening and aching.
"Am I going into labor?"
Previously.
Mrs. Lu had given birth to a daughter and knew that this was a sign of labor.
then.
He ordered his maid to call Yang Zhong to him.
explain.
"I was just sitting in the sedan chair. I'm afraid I may have fetal motility, so I need to find the midwife quickly."
Prajna Temple has a long history.
There are many monks.
Most of them are monks and there are no monks or nuns who can serve as midwives.
Yang Zhong.
Pass the message anxiously.
"Immediately divide the troops into three groups and go to the nearby villages to find him for me. I will also kidnap him."
The sun is gradually setting in the west.
As Mrs. Lu’s screams intensified.
This ancient temple is already in a state of turmoil and chaos.
This year’s battle.
The village in the past has long been empty of all ten rooms.
Finding a midwife in a Noda village is not easy.
Justified.
When Yang Zhong, who had been through battle for a long time, was at his wits' end and was sweating all over.
A soldier guarding the baggage vehicles at the foot of the mountain came to report.
explain.
"A nun who claims to be from Boguan Temple in Hedong wants to appear before the general."
Yang Zhongzheng was upset.
Uneasy.
Before he could speak.
The nun actually broke into the door without permission.
"The poor nun will first pay his respects to the general."
The nun was about to bow down.
He was grabbed by Yang Zhong as a savior.
"Are you Zhixian?"
He looked over and over again as if he didn't recognize him.
finally.
Said overjoyed.
"It's God's will. My wife wants to give birth, but she is worried that she can't find a midwife."
As he spoke, he stepped aside.
Let Zhixian walk towards Mrs. Lu's room alone.
Zhixian just stepped into the room.
Mrs. Lu's shouting immediately became much lighter.
Zhi walked to the bedside first.
He leaned over and said a few words of comfort to the lady.
He also ordered his slave to soak the towel with hot water and use it to remove the sweat from Madam's face.
The lady's mood gradually calmed down.
Zhi Xianfang turned around and said to Yang Zhong.
"Don't be nervous. It seems that it will take another hour or two for Madam to have an attack. How can I deliver the baby for Madam with this sloppy look? I still need to clean myself up."
Zhixian took a bath and put on a new monk's robe borrowed from the temple.
Under the candle shadow.
The monk's robe was slightly bulky, but it still couldn't hide her strong and graceful figure.
Zhixian is about 30 years old.
A pair of eyes on the delicate face are particularly bright.
"ah."
Mrs. Lu screamed in pain and screamed in the room.
The atmosphere in the temple suddenly became tense.
Zhixian trotted into the room.
then.
The madam's screams of pain and the sounds of several maids running around could be heard from the room.
Sudden.
I heard the loud croaking of a baby crying.
The tense heartstrings of everyone outside relaxed.
Been busy for a long time.
Zhi opened the door first.
Invite Yang Zhong in and say with joy.
"General Yang, you are so lucky. My wife has given birth to a little boy. Both mother and son are safe."
She didn't finish her sentence.
A maid held the infant baby tightly in her arms and walked to Yang Zhong.
"This little guy doesn't cry or fuss, just like his father."
The newborn little guy has fluffy black hair.
The forehead is wide and the court is rich.
The two characters are black and bright.
at this time.
He has stopped crying.
The little mouth looks particularly cute.
Yang Zhong looked at his lovely eldest son.
Look at the smiling lady lying on the bed.
Overjoyed.
Said repeatedly.
"My son is destined to be a Buddha, and I sincerely ask Master Zhixian to give him one."
Zhixian pondered thoughtfully for a moment.
explain.
"What do you call Narayana? It means I am the only one in Sanskrit."
"What about Luo Yan? Such a name is good. Since he is the son of a great general, he must be the only son of me."
Yang Zhong nodded in approval.
Then he said.
"Now that I have the word, I will give the brat a name, Jian, the firmness of perseverance, the firmness of perseverance, which is similar to the meaning of Na Luo Yan."
The lady lying on the couch nodded with satisfaction.
The sergeants surrounding him also clapped their hands and praised him.
"What a good name. This child will definitely be able to sit on the throne of Zhuguo like a general in the future."
Master Fanjing, who took refuge in Prajna Temple, heard the good news.
Immediately make an exception and light up all the lights in the temple.
All the monks gathered together to chant sutras and pray for Narayana's birth.
The sandalwood in the incense burner burned brightly in the room.
A fragrant aroma filled the room.
The bells outside the temple rang in celebration.
A thick red sound of deep and peaceful chanting came from the Buddhist hall.
Time remains.
In the blink of an eye.
the past 10 years.
Yang Jian is 10 years old.
10 years.
The land of China is still full of wars and wars between heroes from all walks of life.
No matter how the world is in chaos.
How chaotic the world is.
But it did not affect Yang Jian's young growth.
After being born in Prajna Temple.
Only 10 days later, he returned to the Yang family mansion in Wuchuan Town with his parents.
Wuchuan.
Although it is a town in the northwest, it has extraordinary significance.
Nowadays, the house is always guarded by the Yang family's soldiers.
Chaos everywhere.
But there is no trace of the war in Wuchuan area.
It's like being in a peaceful paradise.
Since the day Yang Jian was born.
Yang Zhong and his wife, who believed deeply in Buddhism, worshiped Zhixian as a god.
Write a letter in black and white.
He entrusted her with all custody of his son.
Wisdom first.
He touched Xiao Yang Jian's head.
Be the first to propose.
"If you purify your soul, your child cannot live in a big house with soldiers, slaves, and plenty of food. He needs a secluded residence where I can raise him alone."
Yang Jianyan obeyed the plan.
Gladly agreed.
In a place close to the mountains and rivers not far from the Yang family compound.
According to the appearance of a Buddhist temple.
A temple-like courtyard was built in a 1:1 replica.
Enter the dark gate of the small courtyard.
The aroma is overwhelming.
Place flowers everywhere.
A small garden with potted plants.
There is no Buddha statue placed on the Buddhist niche on the front of the main hall after walking through the garden.
Lying horizontally is a sword engraved with ukiyo-e paintings.
Weapon racks are placed on the left and right sides of the Buddhist niche.
Various weapons including swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks were inserted on the racks.
The main hall was not used as a place to worship Buddha.
It is the place where Yang Jian practices martial arts in summer and winter.
After the main room.
In the middle is a rectangular Tianjin.
There are two bedrooms on the left side of Tianjin, one of which is Zhixian's bedroom.
A place where Yang Jian studied for spiritual practice.
On the right side of Tianjin is Yang Jian's bedroom and study.
There are also two suites behind Tianjin.
One is shameful.
A courtyard for dining.
Although there is no Buddha in the entire house.
But it shows the scenery of immortality and Taoism.
Zhixian named this house.
"Shushen Hermitage"
The order of the nunnery was not formally written on the courtyard gate.
It’s just a matter of words between master and disciple.
After the house was first completed.
Young Yang Jian lived here with Mr. Zhi.
Every day, Mrs. Lu comes from the Yang family's old home to the new home to deliver daily necessities to the children.
A little older.
Mrs. Lu said goodbye to her son completely.
He returned to his home in Chang'an, the capital, to recuperate and spend time in Qingtian.
Yang Jian grew up to be 10 years old.
Zhixian began to teach him how to read and digit.
Practice martial arts hard.
Watching the master's Prajna Palm skills flow like a river.
Yang Jian was dumbfounded.
As a teacher, teach often.
"Na Luo Yan, learning this set of palm skills is not for you to use it to hurt people, but to learn literary and martial arts and sell them to the emperor's family. In the future, you will treat your descendants like your father treated you, otherwise you will be in trouble. It will attract the eighteen rebel kings from all over the world to come to the capital to kill the king."
Master Zhixian from Prajna Temple.
Before becoming a monk, she was a daughter of a eunuch, and her adoptive father sold fireworks in Liuxiang to serve as a maid.
I can't stand the inhuman abuse the male guests receive every day.
one night.
Kill the bustard in the building.
He jumped out of the window and fled to the Prajna Temple not far away to become a nun.
In the Prajna Temple, Zhixian carries water and works.
She was appreciated by Master Yunxia and accepted her as a close disciple.
Under the patient guidance of the master.
Zhixian not only had profound thoughts on Buddhism.
He also practiced good palm skills.
Because of such an extraordinary experience.
She just accepted the important task of educating and raising the Yang family's son.
As the days go by.
In recent days, Zhixian has vaguely felt that Yang Jian has a strong interest in martial arts.
Even for every action.
He strives for excellence.
And he boasted loudly to his master.
"Master, there are eighteen rebels in the world. When I learn martial arts, killing them will be like slaughtering pigs and dogs."
As a Buddhist disciple.
Compassion is always in your heart.
Zhixian quickly corrected it.
"Narayana, Buddhism is based on compassion. How dare you have such thoughts in front of the ascetics."
After that, Zhixian quietly observed every day.
I found that Yang Jian was careless about chanting sutras and meditating, and could not lift his spirits.
On the contrary, he is quite knowledgeable in martial arts.
