When everyone reached the mountainside of the Big Buddha Temple, the sun was already high in the sky.
At this moment, the heat is unbearable at the foot of the mountain. On the mountain, the breeze is gentle and the trees are shady, which makes it much cooler than at the foot of the mountain.
"Miss Jiu, we have to get off the carriage and walk up the mountain." Konggu got off the carriage first, followed by Xiaocao. Yan Gui walked over in two or three steps and reached out to support Weiyang.
Behind him, Su Muchen pulled Su Changle along, talking as they walked. Su Changle could only glare at Yan Gui, who was supporting Wei Yang, and let him go first, and then deal with it later.
I saw stone steps leading to the top of the mountain, ancient trees towering beside the steps, and the mountain breeze blowing. I could faintly hear the sound of pine waves rolling, like waves.
When you climb halfway up the steps, you can see the tall and majestic temple gate. At this point, even the most lively grass stands still with its hands down, not daring to speak loudly.
Konggu saw Weiyang panting slightly and there were pilgrims standing by the roadside to rest. He asked Weiyang in a low voice: "Miss Nine, do you want to take a rest?"
Wei Yang was already slightly sweaty, but she gritted her teeth and shook her head: "No, I can go."
Arriving at the Big Buddha Temple, Su Changle and Su Muchen went to discuss many matters of the ritual with the monks in the temple. Yan Gui accompanied Wei Yang to the Great Hall to burn incense and walk around.
The main hall is magnificent, with a golden-clad Sakyamuni sitting on a lotus throne. The four heavenly kings on both sides are tall and lifelike. They each hold a sword, a zither, an umbrella, and a rope, symbolizing good weather and good harvests.
I met a pilgrim who had bought incense from somewhere, muttering something, and walked towards the incense burner. The air in my nostrils was filled with the fragrant aroma and the smoke was curling.
Wei Yang walked into the main hall, leaving Yan Gui standing in the courtyard. Yan Gui did not enter the hall, but turned around and went to the side hall to talk to a young monk. He was a military commander, with a strong murderous aura, so naturally, gods and ghosts would not enter, and he would not worship the Buddha.
When the older woman on the cushion stood up, Wei Yang lit incense himself, lowered his eyes to pray, and knelt down.
"Buddha has mercy on me. I, Su Weiyang, a believer, pray that the gods and Buddhas will protect my family and allow them to be reborn as humans soon. From now on, they will be free from illness and disaster, and live in peace and happiness. I pray that the gods and Buddhas will protect my Su family's descendants and bring prosperity to the family. In the future, I will do good deeds and devote myself to Buddhism."
Wei Yang kowtowed three times and bowed nine times respectfully. Just as she was about to move out of the hall, she remembered something and continued to kneel and kowtow.
"May the Buddha bless Yan Gui to live a long life, have many children and grandchildren, and live a long and healthy life. May General Yan be healthy and live a long life."
Only then did he happily stand up, bow, and leave the hall.
"Are you done?" Yan Gui came over from the side, took the handkerchief from Wei Yang's hand and wiped the sweat off her face.
Wei Yang's face flushed red, and she quickly dodged and muttered, "Buddhism is a pure place, so we should not be so presumptuous."
Yan Gui saw that she was a little angry, but he didn't mind. He took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his forehead carefully: "Let's go, I'll take you to the back mountain, it's very cool over there."
There is a pavilion on the back mountain of the Big Buddha Temple. At this moment, the back of the mountain is quiet and there are few people.
Yan Gui pulled out a note from his sleeve and handed it to Wei Yang: "Take a look, is this date okay?"
Wei Yang took the red note with doubt, and when she opened it, her face turned red. This was the wedding date written by Yan Gui. Yan Gui said softly, "This is the date I asked a monk to pick. Do you think it's okay?"
Wei Yang looked at the date on the post, handed it to Yan Gui, and hummed in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "It's up to you to decide."