Seeing this, Fengjiu didn't say anything else, but just said: "Okay! Put this thing away and give it to the monk later."
The two of them had their meal in the room, and after chatting for a while, Xuanyuan Moze told her what the powerful people who came to help in her name wanted. After everything was made clear, they asked Leng Hua to call Du Fan and others to the courtyard to explain some things.
Because Qi Kang and the others haven't returned yet, I plan to stay here first and wait for them to finish their work before joining me.
In the room, the couple chatted, and Xuanyuan Moze thought of the monk's strangeness, so he told Fengjiu about his doubts: "I think he has something in mind, but he refused to tell me when I asked him, saying that the secret cannot be leaked."
Hearing this, Feng Jiu was slightly surprised: "Is this true?" She pondered for a moment and said, "Our child is under our protection, so logically speaking, there shouldn't be any danger. What does this monk mean by saying this?"
She paused and said, "In that case, I will sound him out tomorrow to find out what's going on."
"Yeah." Xuanyuan Moze responded, still thinking about it in his heart.
The next morning, after they had dinner in the courtyard, Fengjiu told Leng Hua to go and invite the monk over.
The monk got up early in the morning to chant sutras. He expected that Fengjiu would let him go today, so he waited in the courtyard early. When he heard Leng Hua's words, he followed him to the main courtyard.
"Donor." The monk who entered the courtyard clasped his hands together and bowed to the two of them.
“Master, please take a seat.” Fengjiu chuckled, stood up and asked him to sit down.
The monk nodded slightly, walked forward and sat down at the table.
"Master, these are the relics of your Buddhism, and the Heart Sutra." Fengjiu took out the two things and placed them on the table, saying, "However, there is one thing I don't understand, and I hope the master can help me solve it." She pressed her hands on the two things and did not push them directly in front of him.
Seeing this, the monk raised his eyes to look at her and asked, "What is the matter, benefactor?"
"Master, do you know if there is a problem with this Heart Sutra?" Fengjiu asked directly.
Hearing this, the monk was startled: "Why do you say that, benefactor?"
"I wanted to swap the Heart Sutra with the leader of the hidden sect, so I copied it down and mixed up the contents. However, unexpectedly, after reading the Heart Sutra, I was forced to practice the Heart Sutra involuntarily. Moreover, the Heart Sutra was so domineering that it didn't look like the Buddhist Heart Sutra at all."
Feng Jiu said, her eyes fell on his face, and asked: "Master, do you know the reason for this?"
The monk's expression changed slightly, and he murmured softly: "Amitabha, I don't know. This Heart Sutra is a sacred object of Buddhism. No one can practice it without the permission of the Holy Buddha. I have never practiced it, let alone read it, so I don't know the reason."
Seeing that he didn't look like he was lying, Feng Jiu said, "In that case, after Master Xinjing takes it back, it's best to report the matter to your Holy Buddha, so as to avoid any problems in the future." As she spoke, she pushed the two boxes under her palms forward and said, "Master, please check it out!"
The monk took it, opened it and looked at it, then closed it and said, "These two things are good."