Fang Zilan looked over and saw a young novice monk standing on the steps not far away. It was the same one she had seen at Longyan Temple before and followed Master Yuan.
Mo Han looked at the little novice monk, then looked at Fang Zilan, and said: "This little master, do you know Sister Lan?"
"We had a chance encounter." The young novice monk bowed and said, "Amitabha, Master asked me to invite Lord Fang to enter the temple."
Fang Zilan was stunned, "Does Master Lioyuan know that I will come here?"
"An old friend of Master is now in the temple. He guessed that Lord Fang would come." The little novice monk said politely, "That's why Master asked me to come and greet Lord Fang."
Fang Zilan was flattered and said: "Excuse me, little master, it's just me..."
She did not continue, but the little novice monk smiled slightly and said: "Master Fang does not enter the temple, but he consciously kills people. The smell of blood is too strong, and he is afraid of dirtying the purity of Buddhism?"
Fang Zilan's eyes suddenly widened, and the little novice monk nodded slightly and said: "Master Fang, you don't have to look at me like this. This is also the guess of the master's old friend. He asked me to tell Master Fang that only those who are in awe will have scruples, let alone those who are in awe. What's more, Mr. Fang kills for all living beings, how can he not enter Buddhism with such compassion?"
"I'm being rigid." Fang Zilan smiled, "Thank you, little master, for the tip. I'll follow you in now."
"Master Fang, please." The little novice monk bowed and made a gesture of invitation, then stepped aside.
Fang Zilan slowly stepped onto the steps in front of Baiye Temple. Mo Han and the young novice monk followed her until she entered the temple. All the believers who came and went were respectful and pious.
Seeing this, Fang Zilan couldn't help but slow down her steps, and the little novice monk said to her: "Master Fang, it's rare for Master and his old friend to see each other. Please forgive me for the poor hospitality."
"Young master, you're welcome. We can just walk around the temple by ourselves. How dare we trouble Master Yuan to accompany us?" Fang Zilan bowed and said, "There are many people in the temple tonight. I think the young master is busy, so he doesn't have to entertain us."
The young novice returned the gift and said, "Amitabha, since Master Fang said so, please do what you want."
After the little novice monk left, Fang Zilan walked straight towards the Buddhist hall where the ever-light lantern was lit in her memory. Mo Han followed her and couldn't help but ask: "What are you looking for, Sister Lan?"
"Eternally shining lamp." Fang Zilan simply explained: "My mother offered an everlasting lamp here."
Mo Han thought for a moment and said, "Why does Sister Lan's mother want to offer the everlasting lantern? Is it to pray for this life or for blessings in the next life?"
"What do you mean?" Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment, "Aren't all ever-burning lanterns used for praying?"
"Sister Lan doesn't know. There are two types of ever-burning lanterns in Dajing Buddhist Temple. In addition to the prayer lanterns you mentioned, there is also the dark lantern." Mo Han stood in front of the Buddhist hall and looked at the thousands of ever-burning lanterns in the hall. Said: "Sister Lan, look, the ones on the left are made of red candle wax oil, which are prayer lamps. They pray for this life. The ones on the right are white candle lamp oil, which are Ming Lanterns. They are used by believers to pray for the blessings of the deceased relatives. The purpose is to seek rebirth."
Fang Zilan looked at it carefully and asked curiously: "Mo Han, how do you know this?"
"My mother also quietly offered two ever-burning lanterns in the temple." Mo Han whispered: "To pray for the former Zhenbei General, King Pingnan and the princess."
Fang Zilan quickly responded, "Your aunt and uncle?"
"Yes." Mo Han followed Fang Zilan and walked in, "Sister Lan's mother offered a prayer lantern?"
Fang Zilan nodded and walked to the desk on the left. There were many ever-bright lamps on the table, and she searched for a long time before she found the ever-bright lamp with mountains and rivers engraved on the Buddhist amulet high up and inside.
Among the many ever-burning lamps, this one was inconspicuous. However, Fang Zilan looked up at the Buddha amulet on the lamp and was speechless for a long time, as if she wanted to carve it into her heart.
"Amitabha, does this donor want to offer the Everlasting Lamp?" A voice came from behind Fang Zilan. She looked back and saw a kind-hearted old monk standing not far away, the same person she saw in her dream.
Fang Zilan blurted out: "Excuse me, Master, who provided that everlasting lamp with mountains and rivers engraved on it?"
The old monk Zhuang Rong said solemnly: "This person has passed away, please benefactor to leave some peace for the deceased."
"Since this person has passed away, who is offering this lamp?" Fang Zilan asked, but the old monk did not answer and asked: "Does the donor know the person who offered the lamp?"
Fang Zilan pursed her lips and said, "The wish for this lamp is also my wish. If no one offers this lamp, Master, can I do it?"
"It's okay if the donor is willing." The old monk took the lamp oil beside the table and handed it into Fang Zilan's hand, "Donor, please."
Fang Zilan glanced at the lamp oil in her hand. The old monk was about to move the ladder for her when she saw her tapping her toes. In the blink of an eye, the lamp oil had fallen steadily into the ever-burning lamp.
"The donor cares about the world and has extraordinary skills. I guess he is no ordinary person." The old monk looked at the person in front of him steadily, always feeling that he was somewhat familiar.
"To be honest, Master, I am from the military." Fang Zilan cupped his fists and saluted, "Qiu Ba is reckless, I hope Master will not take offense."
The old monk was stunned, "Is the donor the Duke of Yue?"
"Yes." Fang Zilan admitted graciously, but the old monk suddenly sighed, "The donor who originally offered this lamp wanted the mountains and rivers to be immortalized in his heart, but for the world of Wen'an, not the world of Wuding. He never thought , the person who inherited her wish turned out to be a warrior."
Fang Zilan's heart tightened. Speaking of her fragmented memories, her mother usually asked her to do things like reading, calligraphy, embroidery, and flower arrangement. She was never allowed to touch any iron objects, even if she walked a little bit, she would not be able to avoid it. A lesson.
If my mother knew that she had become a killer, she would be so angry that she would never survive.
"Wen An Tianxia must be settled after Wu Ding Qian Kun." The speaker was Mo Han, and he said seriously every word: "If Qian Kun is not decided, how can we talk about Wen An Tian Xia?"
"What the donor said makes sense." The old monk nodded slightly and said, "It's just that everyone has his own ambitions. The previous donor..." He paused and said, "That's all, it's all fate."
"Is it fate?" Fang Zilan thought about it and said, "Master, I want to personally offer an ever-burning lamp to pray for the blessings of the dead soldiers."
"Master Fang..." the old monk mumbled, "Do you know what you are talking about?"
"I know." Fang Zilan said softly: "To provide thousands of people with lanterns by oneself is nothing more than a fool's dream. But Baiye Temple is the national temple in the capital, I think the master should be able to help me realize my wish."
The old monk took a deep breath and said, "Master Fang, please wait for a moment."
"Thank you." Fang Zilan watched the old monk move out a huge ever-burning lamp from behind the Buddha statue. She and Mo Han walked over and helped the old monk put the lamp on the table on the right.
"Lord Fang, whether the Great Eternal Light Lamp can be lit depends on chance." The old monk put out the white candle lamp oil and said: "There is a Great Everlasting Light Lamp lit by Emperor Tai'an himself in the Lianhua Palace to pray for peace in the world. "
Fang Zilan lit the candle without hesitation, but the flame was about to go out. She bit her lips tightly and cut her palm without saying a word. Blood dripped into the lamp oil along the palm lines.
She originally didn't believe in ghosts, gods or humans, but this time she would rather be superstitious and light this big everlasting lamp.
All gods and Buddhas are above, Fang Zilan is willing to offer blood as a sacrifice to pray for the sacrifice of the soldiers to have a happy future.
As she finished the silent recitation in her heart, the candlelight of the ever-burning lamp gradually became dimmed and became extremely bright.
The old monk recited "Amitabha", and Fang Zilan's lips curled up slightly. Just as he was about to say something, out of the corner of his eye, he saw "Zhuge Shan" engraved on the Buddhist tablet of a light lamp next to him, and "Zhuge Jun" next to it. .
