12dz Chapter 397 The Crown Prince Dies 3
Chapter 397 The Crown Prince Dies 3
Lu Ziyou exhaled lightly, raised his head and looked at the person standing in the car.
"I know you've already guessed it, but you still have a lot of questions. Now you can ask them!"
"How long will I be in the Pure Land Temple?"
"About half a year."
"Does my family know? Maybe they can come visit me?"
"Someone has been sent to notify the Xunyang Wang family. In order not to attract too much attention, it is better to be cautious."
“Do I have freedom of movement?”
"I've heard that the young lady loves reading. The Pure Land Temple has a collection of more than a hundred volumes of Buddhist scriptures brought back by Master Xuanzang. Master Huiming has practiced Zen for decades. She will definitely not make you feel lonely and depressed..."
"Sir, why me?"
"You are a witness!"
"witness?"
"With your intelligence, Miss, you have already guessed one or two things. As for Miss's safety, don't worry."
Lu Ziyu skipped over all the trivialities and told Wang Jinyi directly that you are already in this situation and have no choice but to wait for things to be resolved.
Wang Jinyi's eyes were fixed, as if he was organizing his thoughts and making up his mind.
He raised his hand and waved gently. The two people behind him raised their heads and walked closer, clasping their fists and saluting Wang Jinyi.
"Guard Ding Yi."
"My name is Ding Er. I am the young lady's coachman."
"Mr. Lu, are they going to look at me?"
"The lady's safety is more important."
"Hmph! I accept, but are they under my command? I have the authority to command in daily and special situations, is that feasible?"
"can."
"Ding Yi, how many of you are with me?"
"Miss, there are ten of us in total."
As he spoke he turned slightly to signal, and more than a dozen riders appeared from the woods beside the official road. They were all wearing the same short cloth clothes, and they stood tall, and the horses they rode were all tall and majestic.
From a distance, one could sense a murderous aura that was rare among ordinary people.
"These brothers will be accompanying to protect the young lady."
"Mr. Lu, have you said hello to the Pure Land Temple?"
"The abbot is a rare master who has achieved the true meaning of cultivation. Miss, you can rest assured."
This answer was puzzling. Wang Jinyi wanted to ask more questions, but Lu Ziyou lifted his black sleeves and bowed, then jumped on the horse: "Take care, young lady!"
Wang Jinyi knelt down to return the greeting, and when he looked up again, a figure in a white mourning robe was chasing the convoy on the official road.
He retracted his gaze and said to Ding Yi through the car window: "Before the guards enter the temple, change out of the current uniforms. Go to the common people's homes and buy some half-worn short jackets. The more ordinary the clothes, the better."
Ding Yi looked puzzled, "Miss, we were sent by Mr. Lu to protect you."
Wang Jinyi raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Mr. Lu said before he left that you were under my command, do you remember?" Ding Yi quickly clasped his fists and said, "I remember."
"Okay, if you don't want to change clothes, then the rest of the people don't have to follow us into the temple. Find a place three to five miles away from the temple and set up camp on your own. Four people can secretly enter the temple for protection every day."
"Miss, why is this?"
"Bringing too many guards will make you stand out. Just do as I say."
Wang Jinyi's tone left no room for doubt, and he lowered the curtain after he finished speaking.
Ding Yi was puzzled, but he still clasped his fists in admiration: "Miss, you are thoughtful. I obey your command!"
Ding Er whipped the horse and drove the carriage off the official road, running briskly along a narrow path.
The sky gradually darkened, and the wind in the wilderness blew with a whimpering sound. The twilight blurred the outline of the distant mountains, adding a bit of eeriness to the empty wilderness.
The distant drumbeats from the temple brought a sense of peace and security. Yuqing saw the young lady light the oil lamp and reminded her softly,
"Miss, you should take a rest. At the current situation, I'm afraid we won't be able to enter the mountain gate until the monks have their morning prayers tomorrow."
"Oh? Still that far?"
Wang Jinyi curiously lifted the curtain a little and looked at the mountains hidden in the twilight...
After a bumpy night, I only closed my eyes in the car, and the morning light dimly occupied the dark space.
The morning bell rang slowly outside the carriage, and the temple's morning bell was getting closer and closer. We had arrived at the Pure Land Temple.
The mountain peaks are hidden under the lush green.
Hidden among the steep peaks that rise from the ground is a group of temples built along the mountainside.
The carriage reached the foot of the mountain. The new coachman Ding Er stopped the carriage steadily. Ding Yi parked the carriage respectfully and stood quietly beside the carriage. Zhu Yu helped the young lady get off the carriage, and then Yu Qing, carrying the Qingfeng Sword on her back, jumped off the carriage swiftly.
Ding Yi and Yuqing looked at each other, and Wang Jinyi's gaze took them all in. She pretended not to know, stretched her stiff limbs, and stared at the temple halfway up the mountain in a daze.
"Miss, it is said that there are more than 300 steps in front of the gate of the Pure Land Temple. Please manage your energy well, otherwise we will not be able to make it in time for the breakfast."
Yuqing said half jokingly, half as a reminder.
The Jingtu Temple is shrouded in morning mist, as if it is suspended in the sky. The Mountain Gate Hall, the Hall of Heavenly Kings, the Main Hall and the Sutra Repository stand in a row upwards. It looks like a fairyland, so unreal!
The soul of Wang Jinyi, a backpacker in his previous life, soared three feet high, and he was so excited that he could not feel the pain in his legs...
The young monk stood in front of the mountain gate, clasped his hands together, raised his hands and asked:
"Amitabha, I wonder if you are here to listen to Master Huiming's lectures or to pay homage to the Buddha and make offerings?"
He paused for a moment, and seeing that no one responded, he continued,
"If you want to listen to the Dharma lecture, there are still three days before the lecture begins. You can fast and bathe for three days before listening to the Dharma lecture."
Wang Jinyi thought: It is better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. I happened to arrive just when Master Huiming was giving a lecture, so it is understandable for me to stay here, and it would not arouse other people's suspicion.
She returned the greeting with her hands clasped together.
"It is a blessing for a believer to have this opportunity to listen to the master's lecture. I should fast for three days sincerely."
She lowered her eyes and changed the subject, "I have heard for a long time that the Pure Land Temple is a pure place of practice, full of Zen. I am willing to follow the masters in morning prayers, copy scriptures, and comprehend Buddhist principles every day at the morning bell and evening drum. This trip is worthwhile."
The young monk raised his hand to greet him, "You have a heart devoted to the Buddha. You can stay in Yunshui Hall, meditate and gain enlightenment."
As the young monk spoke, he led Wang Jinyi and his party through the mountain gate, first into the main hall to worship the Buddha, and then went to the Yunshui Hall in the backyard.
From that day on, Wang Jinyi changed into coarse cloth clothes, lived a life of listening to the morning bells and evening drums, and worshiping Buddha with a down-to-earth and peaceful mind.
As for who were the guards secretly protecting her, she didn't care at all.
Anyway, besides Yuqing who never leaves her side, there are also Ding Yi and Ding Er, and they are in the temple, so she has forgotten the danger.
She gets up at Yinshi (4 a.m.) every day and starts morning prayers with the monks along with many believers. After an hour, she purifies her mind and hands, rests for half an hour and then has a vegetarian meal. Only then does she have time to offer and pray.
The wooden box entrusted by the prince to be worshipped was placed in a corner of the temple, and was set up like a wooden plaque, covered with a plain cloth...
After three days, Wang Jinyi had completely adapted to the daily routine of morning classes, prayers, and afternoon meditation.
Passing through the path to the Buddhist temple, Zhu Yu held the study, Yuqing carried the young lady's clothes, and the five masters and servants entered the Prajna Hall. Zhu Yu set out paper and pen and began to grind ink.
Yuqing helped the young lady put down the cushions and took out a small bottle of cinnabar.
Wang Jinyi picked up the fine porcelain cinnabar bottle, with the mouth of the bottle hanging half an inch above the inkstone.
Just a little bit of dark red sand powder can instantly reduce the scent of natural ink by half, but the tip of the pen feels surprisingly smooth.
In fact, the reason why cinnabar was added to the scriptures copied in the temple was originally just to prevent corrosion and insect infestation. Later, pilgrims who came to the temple to meditate and pray also did so, in order to preserve them and facilitate worship.
Cinnabar and pine soot ink gradually blended together. The third volume of the Lotus Sutra was about to be copied today. Wang Jinyi looked up at Yuqing who was standing beside the table. She understood and used two fingers to gather the loose hair on her temples behind her ears.
Wang Jinyi understood. In addition to Ding Yi and Ding Er standing at the door, there were two other people protecting her in the dark in the room today...