Shen Xihe rested for half an hour, and when the incense of the Jatihua tree was burned out, he left Jianfu Temple.
She had just stepped onto the carriage when the young monk called out anxiously from behind her: "Female donor, please stay."
Turning around, Shen Xihe looked back along the sunlight. A pretty young monk about fifteen or sixteen years old ran up to her and bowed: "Female donor, the abbot and the headmaster of Huguo Temple, Master Xuqing, would like to see you."
"Master Xuqing?" Shen Xihe raised his eyebrows slightly.
The most famous Buddhist temple in this dynasty must be the Huguo Temple, and Master Xuqing is even more famous. Even when Emperor Youning summoned him, he would fail eight out of ten times.
Shen Xihe did not believe in Buddhism, but she wanted to know why Master Xuqing wanted to see her, so she turned back.
Both the abbot of Jianfu Temple and the legendary Xu Qing wore simple robes. If one passed them on the street, they would look like just ordinary monks.
I don’t know if it’s because she doesn’t believe in Buddhism, but I can’t see any Buddha’s light or wisdom.
"Master Host, Master Xuqing." Shen Xihe performed the salute as a junior.
Xu Qing returned a Buddhist greeting: "Excuse me, my dear donor. The monks have cleaned the meditation room where you can take a rest. The incense in the room is pure and fragrant. I wonder if you prepared it?"
"That's right." It turned out that the spices attracted the monk.
"Can you please order again?" Xu Qing asked.
Shen Xihe nodded to Biyu. The incense burner was still in Biyu's hand, and there was still some incense left in the sachet around Ziyu's waist.
The jasper was about to be lit, and the two masters gathered around, savoring the incense carefully, and finally looked at each other, both seeing each other's deep joy.
"Donor, can you donate the incense recipe to Huguo Temple?" Xu Qing took out a string of snow Zen Bodhi seeds and said, "I will give this to you."
Snow Zen Bodhi seeds are like lotus buds about to bloom, as warm as white jade, and with a deep and quiet color. It is said that wearing them can cool the skin and purify the soul.
"Master, you're welcome. It's just an ordinary recipe." Shen Xihe did not take it.
"The donor's Jatihua incense is quiet, long-lasting, delicate and moist, refreshing and focusing the mind, and is absolutely extraordinary." Xu Qing added, "Huguo Temple wants to recast the Buddha's true body, and has been looking for the best Buddhist incense. I hope the donor can lend a hand."
Shen Xihe knew that most temples would use incense to smear the Buddha's body when casting Buddha statues. The more popular the temple, the higher the requirements for incense.
"Master, I am not refusing. It is indeed the recipe of ordinary Jatihua incense." Shen Xihe said sincerely.
"Amitabha." Xu Qing believed Shen Xihe's words, "There are extraordinary people in the world, blessed by nature. In this case, you must be spiritual in making incense. Xiangguo Temple earnestly requests you to prepare incense for the Buddha statue of Xiangguo Temple."
"Master Xuqing..."
"If you have any needs in the future, I will do my best to help you." Without waiting for Shen Xihe to refuse, Xu Qing said again.
Shen Xihe was not a person of noble character. If other ladies were lucky enough to make incense for the Buddha statue in Huguo Temple, they would certainly accept it with pleasure and would also be able to bring honor to themselves by relying on the reputation of Huguo Temple.
Shen Xihe looked down upon all these, but she felt that Xu Qing's favor was worth her effort.
Only interests can move her. Shen Xihe smiled slightly: "Master, you are so kind. I am willing to do my best."