Reception room.
There were no tables, no chairs, no tea, only a few futons neatly placed on the ground.
There was sandalwood burning in the corner, and the smoke was puffing.
Two old monks were sitting opposite each other and talking.
One of them was the thin elder Mo Ming; the other was the abbot of Jinchan Temple, Master Ning Yuan.
Master Ningyuan has snow-white eyebrows and a thin body. It is said that he has lived for more than 500 years, but his face is still ruddy and he looks energetic.
"Brother, you haven't seen guests for more than ten years, right?"
"Fifteen years."
"How is your practice going, brother?"
“It seems like I understand, but I don’t. It seems like I understand, but I don’t understand.”
"Hey, that young scholar, today he wrote six Buddhist verses in a row, all of which shocked me. Especially the last two Bodhi verses, which made me feel awakened and my Buddha heart was shaken, so I had to disturb you, please don't blame me."
"If I blame you, why would I come out? Those two Bodhi stanzas are indeed treasures of this temple. They are also wise words to spur us on, and they are also the supreme Buddhist treasures for our Buddhist disciples to practice. I really should come out to meet this little distinguished guest."
"Brother, he came here to save people. There is a woman beside him, who looks naturally weak physically and mentally. Judging from her complexion, she should have been a flower that had withered long ago, but I don't know why she can hold on until now. But it seems that she will not live long. I am afraid that even if you take action, you will be powerless to save her."
"If I can save her, I will. If I can't, I can only let her go."
"Brother, that young man specifically asked to see Master Wukong. I don't know where he heard this name from. Master has not been born for a hundred years, and I don't know how he is 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 precious Buddhist scriptures for our temple, we certainly can't let him go back empty-handed. Master Wukong will definitely not be allowed to see him. If we can't save him, then we can only give him some gifts in return."
"What gift do you plan to give back, brother?"
"It depends on what he needs. He can read the scriptures in our temple's Sutra Library. He can also choose two pieces of martial arts from the Dharma Academy to take away."
"Amitabha, it should be so."
The two chatted for a while.
Hui Mingfang said respectfully at the door: "Uncle Abbot, Uncle Mo Ming, Young Master Luo and his men have been brought here."
Mo Ming said: "Bring the distinguished guest in."
The door opened.
Huiming walked in with four people.
Ning Yuan raised his head and looked towards the door, his eyes flashing with a deep light. When he saw the young man, he couldn't help but secretly said in his heart: "What a reserved, smart and handsome young man!"
He clasped his hands together and bowed his head slightly: "Master Luo, I am Ning Yuan, and I am honored to meet you."
Luo Qingzhou supported Miss Qin Er, walked closer, bowed his head slightly and said: "Master Ningyuan, I am very sorry to bother you today. But my...sister has been ill for a long time and has been suffering for a long time. There is no medicine to cure it, so I came to trouble you. I heard that there is a monk named Wukong in your temple, who has boundless magical powers and may be able to cure my sister's illness. I wonder if you can help me?"
Ning Yuan sighed and said, "Mr. Luo, you are too polite. With the Buddhist verses that you left for my temple, I would not refuse if I could help you. But Master Wukong has been in seclusion for a hundred years and has long been missing. This Sleeping Buddha Mountain is thousands of miles long and wide with countless caves. We are unable to find it and we are unable to help you."
After a pause, he continued, "Mr. Luo, could you please ask this female donor to stretch out her left palm so that I can see the palm?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Qingzhou hurriedly helped Miss Qin Er forward, spread out her delicate hand and handed it over.
Ning Yuan stared at it.
After a moment, he looked at her brow and Tong Kong again, and said softly: "Can you cough?"
Qin Weimo coughed twice in a low voice, and two traces of blood appeared on his pale cheeks.
Ning Yuan frowned slightly, looked for a moment, then retracted his gaze and sighed softly.
Luo Qingzhou's heart sank, and he asked, "Master, how is it?"
Ning Yuan was silent for a moment, then said, "Master Luo, can I talk to you alone?"
Luo Qingzhou was about to agree when the girl beside him whispered, "Master, there is no need to be shy. I know how my body is, so just speak frankly."
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, "His body and soul are weak, his five internal organs are exhausted, and he is in a critical condition. It is difficult to save him."
The Zen room suddenly fell into silence.
Miss Qin Er suddenly asked, "Master, can I get married now?"
After these words came out, several people looked at her.
Ning Yuan frowned slightly and said, "If you just want to get married, then that's fine; but if you want to have a wedding night... Amitabha..."
He lowered his head slightly and said nothing more.
Miss Qin Er was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Thank you, Master."
Then he turned to 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 Mahaprajnaparamita Heart Sutra. To be exact, only half of it. If the monk Wukong from your temple is willing to meet us, I can finish writing it all."
Ning Yuan took it in his hand and sighed, "Master Luo, it's not that I don't want to help, it's really that Master Wukong..."
Luo Qingzhou bowed and said, "Master, we will come again tomorrow. Goodbye."
After saying this, he supported Miss Qin Er and turned to leave.
Ning Yuan quickly stood up and said, "Master Luo, my temple has other gifts for you..."
"Master, please finish reading the sutra in your hand. We are here only to treat illnesses, not for anything else."
Luo Qingzhou did not stop and helped Miss Qin Er out the door.
Huiming hurriedly followed to see the guest off.
Ning Yuan looked at the backs of the people walking away, sighed, unfolded the rice paper in his hand, and looked down.
The unknown elder at the side also walked closer and looked intently.
"When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the profound Prajnaparamita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and transcended all suffering. Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."
…
Luo Qingzhou helped Miss Qin Er out of the backyard, reunited with everyone from 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 did not answer.
Qin Weimo smiled slightly and said softly, "Mom, it's okay."
Bai Ling said: "Madam, we saw the abbot, but we didn't see Master Wukong."
Song Ruyue asked quickly, "Did the abbot treat Wei Mo? What did he say?"
Bai Ling showed two shallow dimples on her face and said, "The abbot said that the second young lady looks fine and told us not to worry."
Song Ruyue looked at her suspiciously.
"Jianjia, you go ahead."
She looked at her eldest daughter.
Qin Jianjia was silent for a moment, then said, "It's hard to save her."
After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent and their mood suddenly became heavy.
Song Ruyue didn't say anything else.
Huiming walked in front and accompanied them to the gate. Fang bowed his head and was about to speak when a bell suddenly rang in the temple.
immediately:
"when-"
"when-"
"when-"
The bell sounds rapid and continuous!
Huiming's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly ran back, saying in a hurry: "Dear donors, please get down the mountain quickly, there may be a powerful enemy invading the temple!"
Qin Wenzheng's face changed, and he quickly said, "Let's go!"
Nangong Meijiao listened to the bell that was still ringing and frowned, "My father said that if the Jinchan Temple was invaded by enemies, the bell would be rung at most ten times, but now it's more than ten times."
"It is very likely that this is an enemy powerful enough to 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! Are you here to arrest me? I just stole a few poems from them, and these poems are not theirs!"
The Prince 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 immediately lit up and he said happily: "That boy is here! Capture him and bring him back to be Xin'er's husband!"
The faces of everyone in the Qin family suddenly changed, and they immediately protected Luo Qingzhou at the back, ready for battle.
One of the female guards quickly whispered, "Your Highness, these people are not easy to deal with. We may not be able to defeat them. Besides, when we came out, the princess told you not to cause trouble."
Another male guard whispered, "Your Highness, that woman in the purple dress looks familiar. She seems to be the daughter of the Southern Kingdom Prince's Mansion. She got into a fight with someone on the street a while ago and spread lime everywhere. I have seen her before."
Prince Duan was stunned when he heard this and asked, "Thirteenth Brother's daughter? Why haven't I seen her before?"
Then he continued, "Well, Thirteenth Brother only returned to the capital from his fiefdom last year. I went there several times but didn't even see him, so naturally I don't know his daughter."
Then he shouted to the purple-dressed girl, "My dear niece, I am your uncle. Who is that boy? Is he a relative of yours or a servant? Is he married? Can I let him marry into my Prince Duan's mansion?"
Everyone in the Qin family glared at him angrily.
Nangong Meijiao stepped out from the crowd and said, "Uncle Eighteen, he is the son-in-law of my aunt's family and has already been married."
When Prince Duan heard this, he was immediately disappointed and said awkwardly, "What bad luck. Since he is one of our family, I will forgive his disrespect just now."
After saying this, he left with his men.
After they walked away, Nangong Meijiao explained, "That man is the late emperor's biological brother, who is extremely favored and was named a prince when he was born. He is usually idle and likes poetry and painting, but he usually doesn't bully others or steal 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, who should be nine years old this year."
Everyone in the Qin family turned around and looked at someone.
At this moment, Huiming, who had just hurried back to the temple, suddenly ran out again in a hurry and shouted: "Master Luo! Master Luo, please stay! The abbot asks you to go back!"
At this time, the bell in the bell tower was still ringing rapidly.
Inside the gigantic Buddha statue on Wofo Mountain, a figure suddenly opened his eyes.