Guest room.
There was no table, no chairs, no tea, just a few futons neatly placed on the floor.
Sandalwood was burning in the corner and cigarette smoke was curling up.
Two old monks were sitting opposite each other, talking.
One of them is a thin and inexplicable elder; the other is the abbot of Jinchan Temple, Master Ningyuan.
Master Ning Yuan has snow-white eyebrows and a thin body. It is said that he has lived for more than five hundred years, but he still has a rosy face and a strong spirit.
"Senior brother, you haven't seen a guest for more than ten years, right?"
"Fifteen years."
"How is your practice going, senior brother?"
"I seem to understand, but I don't understand, I seem to understand but I don't understand."
"Hey, that young scholar wrote six Buddhist verses in a row today, which greatly shocked my junior brother. Especially the last two Bodhi verses, which made my junior brother deaf and enlightened, and my Buddha's heart was shaken, so I had to disturb my senior brother. Please don't Strange."
"If I blame you, why do I need to come out? Those two Bodhisattva verses are indeed treasures of this temple. They are also good words to spur us on, and they are the supreme Buddha treasures for my Buddhist disciples to practice. I really should come out to see these A little distinguished guest."
"Senior brother, he is here to save people. There is a woman beside him. She seems to be born with a weak body and soul. From the look of her complexion, she should be a flower that has withered long ago, but for some reason, she can hold on until now. But it seems that He is already dead, and even if my senior brother takes action, there is nothing he can do."
"If I can save her, I will. If I can't, I can only let her go."
"Brother, that young man asked to see Master Wukong by name. I don't know where he heard this name. Master Wukong has not been born for a hundred years, and I don't know what is going on now. It's hard for us to see him, let alone him."
"I haven't seen him for a hundred years. Since that distinguished guest left so many Buddhist verses and treasures for our temple, naturally we can't let him return empty-handed. Master Wukong definitely can't let him see him. If a person can't be saved, , then we can only give some gifts in return."
"What gift are you going to give me in return, senior brother?"
"It depends on what he needs. The scriptures in our temple's scripture pavilion can be read with him. He can also choose two of the Bodhidharma Academy's martial arts skills to take away."
"Amitabha, this is how it should be."
The two chatted for a while.
Hui Mingfang said respectfully at the door: "Uncle Abbot, Uncle Moming, Mr. Luo and others have already arrived."
He said inexplicably: "Bring the distinguished guests in."
The door opens.
Huiming walked in with four people.
Ning Yuan raised his head and looked at the door, with a deep light shining in his eyes. When he saw the young man, he couldn't help but secretly said in his heart: "What a restrained and handsome young man!"
He clasped his hands together and lowered his head slightly: "Master Luo, the poor monk Ning Yuan is polite."
Luo Qingzhou supported Miss Qin, walked closer, lowered his head slightly and said: "Master Ningyuan, I'm very sorry for disturbing you today. But my...sister, has been sick for a long time and has been tortured for a long time, and there is no cure. Doctor, that's why I came to trouble the master. I heard that there is a monk named Wukong in your temple who has boundless magical powers. He may be able to cure my sister's disease. I wonder if I can do it for you?"
Ning Yuan sighed and said: "Master Luo, you are too polite. With the few Buddhist verses that Mr. Luo left to my temple, if I can help you, I will never refuse. It's just that Patriarch Wukong retreated in seclusion for a hundred years and has not come out for a long time. I don’t know where I’m going. The Reclining Buddha Mountain stretches thousands of miles across and has countless caves. We really can’t find it and there’s really nothing we can do to help.”
After a pause, he said again: "Master Luo, can you ask this female donor to stretch out her left palm and let the poor monk look at it?"
Hearing this, Luo Qingzhou quickly helped Miss Qin step forward, spread her delicate hand and handed it over.
Ning Yuan watched intently.
After a moment, he looked at her eyebrows and pupils again, and said warmly: "Can you cough?"
Qin Weimo said "cough" in a low voice, and a touch of blood appeared on his pale cheeks.
Ning Yuan frowned slightly, looked at it for a moment, then looked away and sighed softly.
Luo Qingzhou's heart sank and he said, "Master, how are you doing?"
Ning Yuan was silent for a moment and said: "Master Luo, can I talk to you alone?"
Just as Luo Qingzhou was about to agree, the girl next to him said softly: "Master, there is no need to be shy. The little girl knows how she is doing. Master, just say it directly."
Ning Yuan hesitated for a moment and looked at the young man in front of him.
Luo Qingzhou said: "Master, please tell me, my sister can bear it."
Ning Yuan sighed and said: "The body and soul are weak, the five internal organs are exhausted, and the disease is terminal. It is difficult to save."
The meditation room suddenly fell into silence.
Miss Qin Er suddenly asked: "Master, can I get married now?"
As soon as these words came out, several people looked at her.
Ning Yuan's snow-white eyebrows wrinkled slightly and said: "If you just want to worship, of course you can; but if you want to have a bridal chamber... Amitabha..."
He lowered his head slightly and said no more.
Second Miss Qin was silent for a moment and said softly: "Thank you, Master."
Then he turned to look at the young man beside him and said, "Brother-in-law, let's go."
Luo Qingzhou paused, took out a piece of rice paper from his sleeve, handed it over, and said: "Master Ningyuan, this is a scripture called the "Maha Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra". To be precise, only Half of it. If the Monk Wukong from your temple is willing to meet us, I can finish it all."
Ning Yuan took it in his hand and sighed: "Master Luo, it's not that the poor monk is unwilling to help, it's actually Master Wukong..."
Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands and said, "Master, we will come again tomorrow. Say goodbye."
After saying that, he supported Miss Qin and turned to leave.
Ning Yuan quickly stood up and said: "Master Luo, this temple has other rewards for the poor monk..."
"Master, let's read the scriptures in your hand first. We are here this time only for treatment, nothing else."
Luo Qingzhou didn't stop and helped Miss Qin out of the door.
Huiming hurriedly followed to see off the guests.
Ning Yuan watched the figures go away, sighed, unfolded the rice paper in his hand, and looked down.
The inexplicable elder on the side also walked closer and looked intently.
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, saw that the five aggregates are all empty, and survived all the hardships. Relic, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color..."
…
Luo Qingzhou helped Miss Qin out of the backyard, joined the Qin family, and walked outside the temple together.
Seeing that everyone was silent, Song Ruyue suddenly felt uneasy and couldn't help but ask: "Qingzhou, what did you say?"
Luo Qingzhou didn't answer.
Qin Weimo smiled slightly and said softly: "Mother, it's okay."
Bai Ling said: "Madam, we saw the abbot, but we did not see the Master Wukong."
Song Ruyue quickly asked: "Did the abbot help Weimo see a doctor? What did he say?"
Bai Ling showed two shallow dimples on his face and said: "The abbot said that the second lady looks fine, so we don't need to worry."
Song Ruyue looked at her suspiciously.
"Jianjia, tell me."
She looked at her eldest daughter.
Qin Jianjia was silent for a moment and said, "It's hard to save."
As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent, and their mood suddenly became heavy.
Song Ruyue didn't speak anymore.
Huiming walked in front and sent them to the gate. Fang bowed his head and saluted. Just as he was about to speak, a bell suddenly rang in the temple.
immediately:
"when--"
"when--"
"when--"
The sound of the bells is rapid and continuous!
Huiming's expression suddenly changed, and he ran back in a hurry, saying urgently: "Every donor, please go down the mountain quickly, there may be a powerful enemy invading the temple!"
Qin Wenzheng's expression changed and he quickly said: "Let's go!"
Nangong Meijiao listened to the bell that was still ringing and frowned: "I heard from my father that if there is an enemy invasion in Jinchan Temple, the bell will be rung ten times at most. Now it is more than ten times."
"It's probably a powerful enemy that can destroy the temple!"
At this time, other pilgrims hurried out of the temple and ran down the mountain with panic on their faces.
Luo Qingzhou suddenly saw a familiar figure.
"Damn it! You're not here to arrest me, are you? I just stole a few poems from them, and these poems are not theirs!"
Prince Duan suddenly ran out of the temple with five guards. When he saw the Qin family, they were stunned for a moment. When they saw him, their eyes immediately lit up and he said happily: "That boy is here! Give me The king will capture her and take her back to Rui'er to be her husband!"
The expressions of everyone in the Qin family suddenly changed, and they immediately protected Luo Qingzhou at the back, ready to stand ready.
One of the female guards quickly whispered: "Your Majesty, these people are not easy to mess with. We may not be able to defeat them. And when we came out, the princess warned you not to cause trouble."
Another male guard whispered: "Your Majesty, the woman in the purple skirt is familiar. She seems to be the daughter of the Prince of Nanguo County. She fought with people on the street some time ago and scattered lime everywhere. I have seen her in my humble position. .”
Prince Duan was stunned when he heard this and said, "Thirteenth brother's daughter? Why haven't I seen it before?"
Then he added: "Well, Thirteenth Brother just returned to the capital from the fiefdom last year. I have been there several times and haven't even seen anyone else. Naturally, I don't know his daughter."
Then he shouted to the girl in the purple skirt: "My dear niece, this king is your uncle. Who is that boy? Is he a relative of yours or a servant? Are you married? Can you let him marry into my palace, Prince Duan?"
Everyone in the Qin family immediately stared angrily.
Nangong Meijiao stepped out from the crowd, cupped her hands and said, "Uncle Eighteen, he is my aunt's son-in-law and has been married for a long time."
When Prince Duan heard this, his face was filled with disappointment and he said sarcastically: "It's bad luck. Since he is one of my own family members, I will forgive him for the crime of disrespect just now."
After that, he took the people and left.
When they were far away, Nangong Meijiao explained: "That man is the younger brother of the late emperor and his mother. He is very favored and was named a prince when he was born. He usually does nothing but likes poetry and painting, but he is just a normal person. He won't bully others, and he won't steal people's things casually. He took away those poems before, and he will be rewarded when the time comes. Also, I heard from my father that he has only one daughter, who should have just turned nine this year. age."
Everyone in the Qin family turned their heads and looked at someone.
At this moment, Huiming, who had just hurried back to the temple, suddenly ran out in a hurry and shouted urgently: "Master Luo! Master Luo, please stay! Abbot, please go back!"
At this time, the bell in the bell tower was still ringing rapidly.
In the huge Buddha statue in Reclining Buddha Mountain, a figure suddenly opened his eyes.
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