"Amitabha, female donor."
Behind Fengjiu and the others, a Buddhist voice was heard. It was a voice that was not unfamiliar to Fengjiu, and she raised her eyebrows slightly. She turned around and saw the monk and the little monk walking slowly towards her.
"Master Yijie, how are you?" Fengjiu smiled slightly. She was not surprised to see him here.
The monk walked slowly forward, came to Fengjiu, and asked: "Female donor, you have traveled thousands of miles to the west, I wonder what you are doing here?"
"Of course I want to see the holy Buddha in the Wanfo Sect." She said slowly, looking at the monk in front of her, "Master Yijie, since you know I have come from thousands of miles away, I think you will not reject me from the Buddhist sect, right?"
"Amitabha, I dare not break even one precept." He lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and said, "Female donor, please come in with me! I will introduce the holy Buddha to you." With that, he walked out.
Fengjiu watched him walk forward, and when he arrived at the Buddhist gate, he knocked on the doorknocker. After a while, the gate slowly opened.
He turned around and said to Fengjiu, "Female donor, please."
The little monk followed beside him and saw the master personally leading the way for her and asking her to go first. He was surprised and looked at the beautiful woman with curiosity. He wondered who she was and why the master treated her so politely. Moreover, ordinary women were not allowed to enter the Buddhist sect, so why did he make an exception for her
He was curious but didn't dare to ask too many questions. He could only stand quietly behind his master and watch the woman in red lead the man into the Buddhist temple.
After they entered, the young monk asked in a low voice: "Master, did they press the acupuncture points of the two brothers down the mountain to get up the mountain? Why did you invite them into Buddhism?"
The monk looked back at him and said nothing more, "You can go down!" The implication was that he didn't need to follow.
"Yes." The little monk responded and did not follow.
"Master uncle."
"Master uncle."
The monk led Fengjiu and the others forward. The monks they met along the way slowly put their hands together and called out to them. After they passed by, they looked up in surprise at the beautiful woman in red.
"Is that a woman? How come our uncle-master came back with a woman?" a young monk asked curiously.
"Uncle-master has his own purpose when he does things. There is no need for us to guess blindly. Let's go!" said an older monk, motioning for everyone to disperse.
Feng Jiu walked along the way and saw that there were not many monks here. She couldn't help but think of some things about the Wanfo Sect. It was said that there were only a few hundred disciples here, and they didn't accept disciples easily, sometimes only one or two a year.
Looking at the Buddhist sect now, it is true that there are indeed not as many disciples as in other sects. This makes me realize that what is said outside is true.
However, walking inside, she felt that the atmosphere here was very peaceful, so much so that her mood calmed down.
She followed the monk all the way and when they came to a large hall, she looked up and saw a huge golden Buddha above the hall. In the center of the hall, there were several monks sitting there with their eyes closed, meditating.
“Female donor, please wait here for a moment.” The monk said to Fengjiu, and then walked into the hall.
Leng Hua looked ahead and whispered, "Master, the holy light of Buddhism is very dazzling." He didn't even dare to look directly at it.