Chapter 351

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 shocked, 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 Bodhi 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 people. 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 still 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 happening now. It is difficult 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 you can't save a person, , 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 martial arts skills of Bodhidharma Academy 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 helped Miss Qin Er, 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 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 illness. Is there any way I can do this?”

Ning Yuan sighed and said: "Young Master Luo, you are too polite. With the few Buddhist verses that Mr. Luo left to me, 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 been released for a hundred years. I don’t know where to go. This Buddha Mountain stretches thousands of miles 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: "Mr. Luo, could 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 hands and handed them 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 faint trace 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 beside 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 sutra called the "Maha Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra". To be precise, only Half of it. If Monk Wukong from your temple is willing to meet us, I can finish it."

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 Er and turned to leave.

Ning Yuan quickly stood up and said, "Mr. Luo, our temple has other gifts for you..."

"Master, please finish reading the scriptures in your hand. We came here only to treat the disease, not for anything else."

Luo Qingzhou did not stop and supported Miss Qin Er out of the door.

Huiming hurriedly followed to see the guests off.

Ning Yuan watched the backs of the people go away, sighed, unfolded the rice paper in his hand, and looked down.

The unknown elder beside him also walked closer and looked intently.

"When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced deep Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and overcame all suffering. Shariputra, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color..."

...

Luo Qingzhou supported Miss Qin Er out of the backyard, met up with the Qin family, and walked out of the temple together.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Song Ruyue felt uneasy and couldn't help asking, "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 didn't see the Master Wukong."

Song Ruyue asked hurriedly, "Did the abbot help Weimo with the illness? What did he say?"

Bai Ling showed two shallow dimples on her face and said, "The abbot said that the second young lady looks good and we don't have to worry."

Song Ruyue looked at her suspiciously.

"Jianjia, you say."

She looked at her eldest daughter.

Qin Jianjia was silent for a while and said, "It's hard to save."

After saying this, everyone fell silent and their mood suddenly became heavy.

Song Ruyue didn't say anything else.

Hui Ming walked in front and sent them to the gate. Fang bowed his head and saluted. When he was about to speak, a bell suddenly rang in the temple.

Then:

"Ding--"

"Ding--"

"Ding--"

The bell rang rapidly and continuously!

Huiming's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly ran back, saying: "Dear donors, please go down the mountain quickly, there may be a powerful enemy invading the temple!"

Qin Wenzheng's face changed, and he hurriedly said: "Let's go!"

Nangong Meijiao listened to the bell that was still ringing, frowned and said: "My father said that if there was an enemy invading Jinchan Temple, the bell would be rung at most ten times, but now it's more than ten times."

"It may be a powerful enemy that can destroy the temple!"

At this time, other pilgrims hurried out of the temple, running down the mountain with panic on their faces.

Luo Qingzhou suddenly saw a familiar figure.

"Damn it! Are you here to arrest me? I just stole a few poems from them, and they are not theirs!"

The Duke Duan suddenly ran out of the temple with five guards. When he saw the Qin family, he was stunned for a moment. When he saw him, his eyes lit up and he said happily: "That boy is here! Catch him and bring him back to be Rui'er's husband!"

The faces of the Qin family members suddenly changed, and they immediately protected Luo Qingzhou at the back, ready for battle.

One of the female guards whispered hurriedly: "Your Highness, these people are not easy to deal with. We may not be able to beat them. Besides, the princess told you not to cause trouble when you came out."

Another male guard whispered: "Your Highness, the purple-skirted woman looks familiar. She seems to be the daughter of the Prince's Mansion in the Southern Kingdom. Some time ago, she had a fight with someone on the street and spread lime everywhere. I have seen her."

Prince Duan was stunned when he heard this and said, "The daughter of the Thirteenth Brother? Why haven't I seen her?"

Then he said, "Well, the Thirteenth Brother just returned to Beijing from his fiefdom last year. I went there several times but didn't even see him. Naturally, I don't know his daughter."

Then he shouted to the purple-skirted girl: "My dear niece, I am your uncle. Who is that kid? Is he your relative or servant? Is he married? Can he be married into my Prince Duan's Mansion?"

Everyone in the Qin family glared at him.

Nangong Meijiao stepped out of the crowd and said, "Uncle Eighteen, he is the son-in-law of my aunt's family and has already married."

When Prince Duan heard this, he was immediately disappointed and said embarrassedly, "What bad luck. Since he is a family member, I will forgive his disrespect just now."

After that, he led his people and left.

After they walked away, Nangong Meijiao explained, "That man is the younger brother of the late emperor, who is very favored and was named a prince as soon as he was born. He is usually idle and likes poetry and painting, but he usually doesn't bully others or rob people's things. He stole those poems before, and he will pay for them when the time comes. Also, I heard from my father that he has only one daughter in his family, who should have just turned nine this year."

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 again in a hurry, shouting: "Mr. Luo! Mr. Luo, please stay! The abbot asks you to go back!"

At this time, the bells in the bell tower were still ringing urgently.

In the huge Buddha statue on Wofo Mountain, a figure suddenly opened his eyes.

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