Rong Xing didn't seem to pay attention to what he said. He raised his head and thought, looking like a bear in meditation.
Dongfang Shiming had to wait patiently. Bai Hao ran to the door of the lobby alone and looked out at the scene of the temple with the flower stand.
Hua Qiu was also motionless. Dongfang Shiming glanced at him occasionally, and it seemed that the young monk also felt a little tormented.
After a while, Master Rongxing finally moved.
"Well..." He lowered his eyebrows and looked at Dongfang Shiming, who happened to meet Dongfang Shiming's eager gaze, "I have no impression."
It's like pouring cold water on a fire. Waiting for such a long time results in no harvest. Dongfang Shiming was a little disappointed, but he had nothing to do: "Okay. Thank you, master."
Rongxing turned his head and went about his own business, seeming to be calculating this month's incense bill. Hua Qiu walked to Dongfang Shiming and whispered: "Donor, you have been waiting for a long time. I will take you out."
Dongfang Shiming smiled bitterly and nodded. He immediately calmed down and returned to thinking rationally.
If the Dongfang Family of the Rong and Decay Flower Stand had never visited, then could his previous inference be wrong? But why the family chose Xiangfengguan at once is even more puzzling.
However, just as the two were about to step out of the lobby threshold, a voice like dead wood suddenly came from mid-air:
"Bring him here... Nianhuazuo also knows about this."
The sound seemed to echo in the air, and seemed to be directly transmitted to the ears. But there was no one around, which surprised both Dongfang Shiming and Bai Hao.
"This is..." Dongfang Shiming looked at Hua Qiu, but saw the same surprise on the young monk's face, as well as incomparable piety and respect.
"Old monk, the abbot is sitting on a flower-shaped seat and wearing Zen clothes."
The same Sanskrit sound echoed again, and Dongfang Shiming confirmed this person's identity. Suddenly he felt a rapid excitement passing through his heart. It seemed that the Rong Ku Nian Flower Seat was indeed the right one.
Turning around, I saw Master Rongxing turning around solemnly and putting down the account book in his hand.
He looked at the young monk Hua Qiu: "In this case, you can take them to see the abbot... Sigh."
Dongfang Shiming and Bai Hao sighed for the last time. Neither Dongfang Shiming nor Bai Hao knew why. Hua Qiu looked extremely happy and nodded repeatedly: "Yes!"
It seems that meeting the abbot is also a great blessing for the monk Nianhuazuo. They actually got the abbot's name to meet them the first time they came. In the eyes of the monks, they must be extremely honored.
Without saying much, Hua Qiu led the two of them happily towards the highest tower.
The lotus is carved on the top of the tower, and the texture of the wall polished with rough sandstone can be seen from a distance. The area of the Nianhuazuo Temple is much wider than what you can see on the mountain. After walking through a forest planted by the temple, you can see the full view of the pagoda.
"These trees are all kapok planted by our abbot himself." Hua Qiu explained to Dongfang Shiming seriously, "Masters have said before that kapok is reasonable in our Buddhism..."
Dongfang Shiming had heard of this "truth" to some extent, so he didn't pay much attention to Hua Qiu's story. But he was a little curious about the abbot's unusual sound transmission ability.
The Nianhua pedestal has a high reputation in Shengpingtian Buddhism, and it is said that it has stood here for thousands of years. Logically speaking, Abbot Kuchanyi should be a master of Xuanhui, and it is not surprising that he is proficient in some extraordinary abilities.
Hua Qiu was still talking about the truth, but Bai Hao was very fascinated. Dongfang Shiming walked slowly, looking thoughtfully at the leaves that had not yet fallen off beside him.
Soon they reached the tower. Not counting the spacious entrance, it can be seen that this tower has gone through many vicissitudes of time.
Now that we're here, it's a little late to ask Hua Qiu and the others about their abbot's abilities. It happened that Hua Qiu had just finished explaining the truth, and the three of them consciously fell silent and climbed up the stairs into the tower.
After walking in, it was still dark. After a moment of recovery, Dongfang Shiming was surprised to find that the walls of the steps were densely engraved with Buddhist scriptures.
As soon as he touched the words on it, a warm current flowed down his fingertips. Dongfang Shiming immediately withdrew his hand. It seemed that these words were unusual and might be some kind of Buddhist technique.
Hua Qiu walked excitedly and cautiously in front, carefully stepping back a little with each step she took. Dongfang Shiming counted the number of floors they climbed, and it was already the seventh floor.
Glancing at the stairs above his head, Dongfang Shiming noticed a faint light.
"We're here." At this moment, Hua Qiu in front whispered to the two of them.
A few levels away from the eighth floor, the three of them slowed down and walked up solemnly.
After arriving on the eighth floor, the warm and deep dark yellow light enveloped their vision. Other than that, it was as quiet as a deserted place.
The air I breathed was warm and a little dry. As their eyes swept across, they saw a light-transmitting screen placed in the center, with a hunched figure inside, and all the light came from inside the screen.
"Is this...Abbot Kuchanyi?" Dongfang Shiming said to himself.
"...Of course, I am."
Even though it was as slight as a whisper, Ku Chanyi got a response. I saw the figure inside moved and seemed to turn around.
"Abbott." Upon seeing this, Hua Qiu quickly lowered his head.
Through the hazy screen, only vague silhouettes of people could be seen. Dongfang Shiming looked at the shadow behind him, and then took Bai Hao and bowed together: "Abbott, I'm sorry for disturbing you, this junior."
Kuchanyi's back was curved, making him look a little short. His voice slowly came from the screen: "I asked you to come, so I can't say I'm disturbing you."
The tower is so quiet that you can even hear the breeze. Dongfang Shiming and Dongfang Shiming met the abbot and soon got involved in the topic.
"Does the abbot have any clues about the junior's confusion?" Dongfang Shiming asked.
Ku Chanyi's voice was silent for a moment. In the meantime, only the shadows of lights were seen, and after a while, Ku Chanyi's voice came again:
"It's just fragmented fragments. The cause and effect, I have also predicted since then -"
Dongfang Shiming blinked and concentrated.
"Looking at your age, you are the son of the Dongfang family." Ku Chanyi stretched out his finger and tapped the screen. "What do you have to do with what happened back then?"
When Dongfang Shiming faced Ku Chanyi, firstly, he wanted the truth, and secondly, out of respect, he would not hide anything: "I won't hide it from the abbot. This junior is here for his biological mother..."
There was silence all around, and Dongfang Shiming briefly told what happened that year. Most of them came from the facts that he had already learned. In order to finish the story as quickly as possible, he kept his stories short and avoided touching his inner emotions.
After explaining his purpose in a few sentences, Ku Chanyi seemed to be lost in thought after listening. After Dongfang Shiming finished speaking, he remained silent, quietly waiting for the abbot to give him the clues he knew.
