12dz Chapter 417: Heavenly Family Asks Zen 1
Chapter 417: Heavenly Family Asks Zen 1
The howling cold wind swept through the towering gate of Jingtu Temple.
The lead-gray clouds hung heavily, as if they were about to crush the entire world, just like Emperor Qianyuan's gloomy and heavy mood at the moment.
A team of light cavalry galloped to the horse-resting square in front of the mountain gate and suddenly pulled the reins.
The young guard in the lead reacted very quickly, quickly spreading out to be on guard in the surroundings, scanning every corner vigilantly.
Emperor Qianyuan had a tough face, deep eyes and tightly pursed lips.
His resolute face revealed his age due to the white hair at the temples. The black brocade robe and the ink-colored cloak he wore made the white hair stand out clearly.
Instead, it was the cloud patterns embroidered with silver thread on the collar and cuffs that made the contrast between the white hair and the brocade robe forgiven by time.
The solemn dignity between his brows formed a silent pressure, making the air around him condense with the aura of the Son of Heaven.
Emperor Qianyuan lightly raised his whip, and the large group of horses stopped. The personal guards behind him got ready and dismounted, looking around. The eight hundred personal guards formed up in order, silently waiting for orders.
The emperor looked indifferent as he slowly raised his head and looked towards the mountain gate on the three hundred steps.
The silent and dust-free mountain road meanders among the verdant pines and cypresses. The quiet temple gate is half-open, and on the gate there is a wooden plaque with three large ink characters - Pure Land Temple.
Looking up, the main hall of the Pure Land Temple seems to be hanging obliquely on the sky. The stacked halls, together with the bell tower in the east and the drum tower in the west, complement each other and make people feel awe-inspiring.
Emperor Qianyuan calmly straightened his robes and then dismounted. The eunuch beside him immediately came over silently, took the reins respectfully and stood by with his head bowed. Guards had already gone up the steps and put the Pure Land Temple on alert.
Emperor Qianyuan climbed the stairs, followed closely by a young general in a moon-white brocade robe.
Today, Ouyang Wenche has lost his childishness, and his face is clear but a little melancholy. He holds the long sword at his waist tightly with one hand, his eyes alert, and follows Emperor Qianyuan into the mountain gate step by step...
At this time, Wang Jinyi had just finished copying the sutras and was about to go to the Ten Thousand Buddha Hall to offer them, when he heard the announcement from the young monk outside the meditation room: "Donor Wang, the abbot is invited."
Since moving into Pure Land Temple, Wang Jinyi has never met the abbot alone.
On weekdays, I could only see the Master from afar when he gave lectures on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. The most recent time I came into contact with the abbot was when I was ordained.
Now that he was suddenly summoned, Wang Jinyi began to wonder in his heart, was he trying to get rid of him?
She paused for a moment, gave Yuqing a look, and raised the curtain. Yuqing asked a few questions and came back, whispering:
"It is said that the abbot is waiting for you in the side hall of the Zen room. I guess he has something to say!
Don't worry, nothing will happen. Master Huiming's family is also from the Wang family, so he still has to give face to the clan leader..."
Wang Jinyi's mind moved, a warm current surged, and a smile slowly emerged, "Well, let's go and take a look!"
Zhu Yu helped the young lady put on a plain cotton robe and hung the Buddhist beads around her neck. He took out the monk's hat and put it on the young lady, then ran to the brazier to get some charcoal and made a hand warmer, and ran away again...
Yuqing spread out the bright white fox cloak and put it on the young lady. Wang Jinyi looked at the serious Yuqing and asked playfully:
"Isn't this a bad thing to wear?"
"The Buddha is in your heart, not in your body. You are practicing in the temple alone because you care about the lives of your entire clan. What you wear doesn't matter."
Wang Jinyi was convinced and nodded steadily. It seemed to make sense. But this was a temple, and he was going to meet the abbot, and he was participating in the ordination. Was it really right for him to dress in secular clothes?
Before I could figure out anything, a hot hand warmer was stuffed into my hand, and a word suddenly popped up in my mind: Buddhist lay disciple!
He looked at the hand warmer with amusement and shook his bright white fox cloak.
Then I heard Ding Yi's voice coming from outside the door: "Miss! Miss, let's go!"
Hmm? This is an extremely strange feeling. Ding Yi is anxious!
Wang Jinyi glanced back at Yuqing, and she also stopped fastening the hood for the young lady. The master and servant looked at each other, silently packed their clothes and went out.
In the cold winter months, even the most devout believers seldom go up the mountain. Occasionally, there are monks cleaning the temple doing their work attentively. The temple is empty, with only the cold wind haunting the people.
The young monk led Wang Jinyi and his party through the temple corridor, turning three or four turns several times. Wang Jinyi felt as if they were going in circles, so he turned his head to glance at Yuqing, but inadvertently saw a group of people following behind him.
She paused, looked back at the people who were following her, and silently counted them. There were exactly ten of them.
It looks like something big is going to happen today. All the guards of the East Palace are out! She nodded silently and turned to follow the little monk in front of her.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door, the refreshing scent of sandalwood mixed with pine needles hit her in the face. Wang Jinyi reached out to hold the door frame and stepped in.
In front of me was a small Buddhist temple and study. Two people were sitting opposite each other on a low couch in the room, talking. A young man was standing behind the layman with his head down.
After entering the room, Wang Jinyi waited patiently for Zhu Yu to help him take off his cloak, take away the hand warmer, and tidy up his monk's robe.
Just as she was about to step forward to salute, Yuqing beside her touched her with her elbow. She glanced at him casually and saw that Yuqing actually touched the left and right sides of his hair several times.
Hmm? Does this mean there are people on both sides of the room, repeated so many times? Does this mean there are several people?
Wang Jinyi glanced at the small Buddhist temple in confusion for a moment and found that there was indeed someone hiding in an inconspicuous place.
With such a scene, this person’s identity is obvious!
Wang Jinyi glanced at the middle-aged man sitting opposite Master Huiming. He was sitting cross-legged on the couch with his head slightly tilted. His dark brocade robe was shining, and the edges of his robe were covered with gold and silver cloud patterns.
When Wang Jinyi looked over, he glanced at the girl who came in. Seeing that she was looking at him intently, Emperor Qianyuan turned around and looked at this bold girl head on.
Wang Jinyi: This man is dignified and awe-inspiring, with a solemn and imposing manner, like an emperor...
Emperor Qianyuan: The Wang family is truly amazing. Such a little girl is not afraid of pressure and faces the eyes of outsiders calmly without being humble or arrogant. Her courage, momentum and character are extraordinary.
No wonder!
Emperor Qianyuan tilted his head slightly and glanced at Ouyang Wenche behind him...
Ouyang looked up and saw the girl who came in wearing a silver-red cloak with scattered flowers. After entering the room, she took off the cloak while observing, and stood quietly in front of the Buddhist temple in a monk's robe, looking at her grandfather without dodging or avoiding.
She was still as beautiful and lively as ever. She really wore a monk's robe... Oh! She had shaved her head...
Master Huiming, who had been fiddling with the chess pieces with his head down, had a calm expression on his face, but in his heart he silently recited three times for Miss Wang: Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha!
No wonder the clan leader values this girl so much that he even uses the name of the Wang clan to allow him to make an exception for her and let the nun from Luoxia Temple be ordained at the Pure Land Temple...