Liang Jiunan was stunned and couldn't help but wonder: "Goddess, what do you mean by this? Could it be that... what kind of tests do you need to go through to get this flower?"
The goddess in the mirror smiled dumbly and waved her whisk lightly:
"The poor nun is just a cultivator living in seclusion here. He is testing you for no reason."
"It's just that the mandala flower has a special meaning in my Buddhism. It is the embodiment of auspiciousness, eternity, and reincarnation."
"A snow jade mandala can only be planted with flying snow as the soil, ice dew as the water, and the moon in the water as the root."
"It will take three more full moons to bloom."
"This flower is like the moon in a mirror, and when touched, it seems like nothing."
"If you want to take this flower away, you still need to figure out how to get it yourself."
"Otherwise, even if the poor nun gives you flowers, you won't be able to take them out of Jingshui Temple."
Liang Jiu was a little confused after hearing this.
A flower... actually has such a rhetoric?
With doubts in his mind, Liang Jiunan wanted to give it a try first.
Immediately, he held the snow jade mandala and quickly arrived at the entrance of Jingshui Temple.
After hesitating, he stepped over for a moment, and just as his feet landed on the mountain road, the snow jade mandala in his hands actually melted like ice and snow in summer.
"this……"
Liang Jiunan had a wry smile on his face. Just when he was about to return to look for the Mirror Flower Goddess, he heard the comments of the departing pilgrims.
"Hey, everyone said that everyone is limited to one bowl of herbal soup, why did you take so much!"
"What's the matter with taking so much? Doesn't my son need it? Besides, my master has donated so much sesame oil money on weekdays. Is it in vain?"
"Yes. But speaking of it, this Mirror Flower Goddess is also a fool. So many people, how many of them believe in Dhritarashtra King, have never heard of her."
"Hehe, but this herbal soup is a real good thing. If you don't take it, you won't get it."
"Yes, the girl was a fool that day, but we are not fools."
As a group of people passed by in a hurry, looking at their clothes, they seemed to be from wealthy families.
Liang Jiunan immediately frowned and said in an unhappy tone:
"Madams, you took someone's carefully prepared herbal soup for free. Why did you turn your back on me and call me stupid after you got it?"
"As the saying goes, eating other people's mouth is short. You eat other people's food without talking about their good qualities."
"After all, this is also the place where Buddhism is cultivated. Are you going a little too far?"
The leading woman, who looked a bit plump, frowned immediately:
"This dress...heh, it turns out he is from officialdom."
"Why, am I too busy to come here and listen to the private talk of us women? Are you ashamed?"
On the side, someone dressed a little simpler advised: "Hey, Mrs. Sheng, don't be angry, let's go."
But Mrs. Sheng was very mean and said sarcastically:
"Looking at his clothes, he might be a cadre or a police officer or something. He has a shabby official position that doesn't even exist in the ninth grade, but he still dares to reason in front of us."
"I don't know how my father and mother taught me, you are a bastard who doesn't know etiquette!"
Liang Jiunan was very angry. Just when he was about to speak, he was patted on the shoulder by someone behind him.
Taking a closer look, she is the goddess in the mirror.
The Mirror Flower Goddess still smiled gently and nodded slowly to the ladies: "Amitabha, please go slowly."
The ladies snorted coldly, showed a look of satisfaction, and finally looked at Liang Jiunan with disdain, then turned and left.
"Goddess, this..." Liang Jiunan was a little angry.
The Mirror Flower Goddess shook her head:
"All living beings pray to God and worship Buddha every day. Most of them... worship just their own desires and have no Buddha heart."
"Nine Difficulties, although you are a little escaping, you can resist the disaster of the reborn empress for the sake of Yangzhou City."
"You have had different views from the beginning, so there is no need to say more. Adding more arguments will only make you feel unhappy."
With that said, the Mirror Flower Goddess walked inside.
Liang Jiunan followed closely and couldn't help but said: "The words of the goddess... are quite special."
"Although it is special, it is also true." The Mirror Flower Goddess pointed at those who were still receiving the herbal soup:
"You see, most of these people are not poor, but rather wealthy."
"In fact, many of them are the female dependents of high-ranking officials and noble families in Yangzhou City."
"Have you ever noticed why there are not many men among the people coming and going?"
Before Liang Jiunan could speak, the Mirror Flower Goddess continued:
"Because most men from wealthy families like to dance, write, and play with swords and guns."
"They regard worshiping gods and Buddhas as something degrading to politeness."
"But there is a demon in my heart, and I am afraid when I dream about it at midnight, so I can only ask the female relatives at home to come."
"They are not stingy with the incense money in their hands."
"Because for them, they already have too much money, and this incense money may be just a meal for them."
"But after they give away this part of the incense money, they need to get something back from you, and...it's double the reward."
"This herbal soup is the reward."
"Bearing their sarcastic words is also a reward."
"When a poor nun cultivates Buddhism, he cultivates his own heart."
“Other people’s minds, other people’s Buddhas, must ultimately be realized by oneself.”
Liang Jiunan followed the Mirror Flower Goddess to the Buddhist hall again.
Looking at the majestic King Dhritarashtra in front of him and the three fasting Bodhisattvas representing Kinnara, Liang Jiunan was speechless for a moment.
The goddess in the mirror lit the oil lamp next to her.
"The poor nun said it before. The poor nun doesn't know what Shang Jing's friend has told you."
"But the poor nun knew you were coming."
"Because of the skills practiced by the poor nun, he can see the past and the future in his dreams."
"Of course, I didn't see much, just a few hours."
"But even so, it can be regarded as seeing the flowers of this world bloom and fade."
"So, don't worry."
After saying that, the goddess in the mirror held up another snow jade mandala like a whisk, turned around and handed it to Liang Jiunan: "Do you need... to try it again?"
Liang Jiunan scratched his head and smiled helplessly: "I won't try it today. I'll think about it when I go back. Once I've thought about it clearly, I can ask the goddess for this snow jade mandala again."
The Mirror Flower Goddess smiled and nodded:
"Of course you can. The snow jade mandala itself is not precious. The difficult thing is how to take it out of Buddhism without entering Buddhism."
"Nine difficulties, you need to think carefully about them."
Liang Jiunan nodded and said goodbye.
He planned to go back and ask Li Shangjing first to see if there was any way.
Just as we set foot on the mountain road, the voice of the goddess in the mirror came from behind:
"Nine Difficulties, Rong Poor Ni also asks a question."
"I once heard from Shang Jing's friend about the injury on your sister Yu Langya's face."
"Do you... mind the injury on her face?"
Liang Jiunan turned around with some confusion:
"It was never me who minded, but Sister Langya herself."
"Since it's difficult for her to see through this layer, we can only use external objects to help her."
"Neither I nor the boss will mind."
The Mirror Flower Goddess clasped her hands together: "I understand, please walk slowly."
…
After a while, Liang Jiunan left the cave and returned to the narrow alley.
In front of him, in addition to the women who "got what they wanted", there was also a handsome Taoist priest holding a letter.
The handsome Taoist priest has a pair of red and phoenix eyes, a dragon-fish crown, and a Taoist robe painted with phoenix and sycamore trees. He shows his elegant posture in the wind. He is actually much more gorgeous than ordinary Taoist monks.
Liang Jiunan couldn't help but be startled when he smelled the smell of fragrant powder.
This scent... is somewhat familiar.
It seems that I have also smelled it on the boss Li Shangjing.
It's the flavor of Lin Xiufang.
The Taoist priest also looked over, with a cold face and an aggressive look on his face, and immediately entered Jingshui Temple.
Liang Jiunan scratched his head and murmured: "Fengqi Wutong, the fragrance of Lin Xiufang, could it be that... the Taoist just now is another friend of the boss, Wutongzi?"
Amidst the doubts, a burst of exclamations and screams suddenly came from not far away.
Liang Jiunan was startled and hurried forward.
But not far away, a carriage was seen overturned.
There were several maids and women with disheveled hair squatting on the ground crying.
Taking a closer look, he saw a pool of blood and a woman covered in blood.
The woman had lost all vitality, and many bones on her body were broken, showing strange distortions.
Liang Jiunan was about to step forward to help, but when he saw the other person's appearance clearly, he couldn't help but be shocked.
Isn't this person... the same Mrs. Sheng who insulted me just now?
