When other people saw that the children could ask for porridge, especially when they heard the children say that Ma Xiuying's porridge could eliminate disasters and difficulties, they immediately squeezed towards Ma Xiuying's side.

The guards hurriedly stopped and persuaded: "If you really love the queen, you should let the queen take a break, she is tired all morning, and even a man can't stand it." ”

Xun Ying also shouted: "No matter which team you are in to receive the porridge, the queen will pray for you, everyone should be restless." ”

When the people heard this, they stopped crowding, and while singing praises to Ma Xiuying's good deeds, they honestly went to other queues to line up.

"Amitabha, the queen mother is kind and benevolent, and she is really a living Bodhisattva. The poor monk has seen the queen mother, the queen mother is a thousand years old!

Hearing this familiar voice, Ma Xiuying seemed to be pointed, her whole body became stiff, and she slowly raised her head and saw a group of monks led by the host of Jiming Temple rushing over. However, among the many kind faces, she could only see the appearance of one person.

The man was dressed in a hundred clothes, plain clothes, as if he was independent. A bronzed face seemed to be coated with a thin layer of golden light by the sun, and the years had carved the vicissitudes of life on it, but the sword eyebrows were still so handsome, the eyes were still so bright, the bridge of the nose was still so high, and the mouth was used to being tightly pursed. He looked at Ma Xiuying calmly, with a little alienation and a little care and respect, but he lacked the tenderness and sweetness of the past.

It's him! It's Yao Tianxi! No, it should be said that it's Master Daoyan!

Ma Xiuying suddenly felt sour in her chest, this was the first time the two met since Pingzhou, and a few years had passed. A tremor that had never been felt before, even panic, flashed through the depths of her heart. She sniffed, pretended to be calm and looked away, and asked with a smile, "The masters are also here to beg for porridge?"

The host of Jiming Temple played a Buddha and showed a warm smile, "Amitabha, the queen mother personally gave porridge, such a grand event, how can the old man and others miss it." Lao Wei and other masters came to observe the soup soup of the queen and the mothers, and prayed for the emperor and the mothers. ”

Every year, the monks of Jiming Temple will enter the palace to pray for the royal family, which has become a custom.

Speaking of which, the host of the Jiming Temple is a wonderful person, when Zhu Yuanzhang was still a national prince, he went to the Jiming Temple with his family to enter the incense, and encountered the snobs who were humiliated and angry and left poems on the wall, he found that Zhu Yuanzhang's "Rebuke the Monk" inscription poem was not ashamed but proud, and immediately ordered to protect the wall poems and vigorously publicize them. Since then, the Jiming Temple has been on fire, and there is an endless stream of people who come to burn incense and pray for blessings and visit the emperor's relics, and even the literati and ink writers will also be a good story, and they have followed Zhu Yuanzhang's inscription wall to leave poems. Over time, Jiming Temple has become a famous place for people to pilgrimage and play.

Zhu Yuanzhang laughed after hearing this, and simply built a number of temples in the area of Jiming Mountain, and also ordered the city god temple, emperor temple, Zhenwu Temple, Bian Yan Temple, Jiang Zhonglie Temple, Liu Yue Wang Temple, Cao Wuhui Wang Temple, Weiguo Gong Temple, Guan Yu Temple and other nine temples in the capital and suburbs were also rebuilt in Jiming Mountain.

Because there is Zhu Yuanzhang's inscription poem in Jiming Temple as the treasure of the town temple, it is faintly ranked first among other temples, so the old monk made more and more of a gesture close to the royal family to curry favor with Zhu Yuanzhang, and the banner clearly supported Zhu Yuanzhang, so Zhu Yuanzhang also gave Jiming Temple the honorable glory.

After the host explained the intention, he introduced a monk around him with a pleasant face, and when he introduced Daoyan, he showed off a little proudly, "Master Daoyan has a wide range of scriptures, studies law, and knows Confucianism, and all the sons and hundreds of schools run through." This time he traveled to the capital at the same time as an opportunity to place an order in a small temple, and the old man came with him to observe the event. ”

The people immediately discussed, "This is Master Daoyan, I heard that he is famous in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and he has saved many people......

"I heard that his family is very wealthy, and he is still a noble child, how can he become a monk?"

"I heard that he was friends with many scribes, and wrote many articles and poems......

Ma Xiuying stabilized her mind and said to Daoyan: "The master is beyond the world, and the wind is chaste, not only worthy of the ancients, but also farther." ”

"The queen mother praises it generously, and the poor monk is ashamed, but she wishes to realize the door and expound the law. Dao Yan lowered his head in thanks, and the ring scar left by the burning incense on his bare head was extremely eye-catching.

Ma Xiuying's heart suddenly throbbed, obviously the two have known each other for many years, but they met like strangers, but what if they didn't, could they still show a bright smile and greet them cordially like when they were young? She forced a smile and said: "Today's soup soup is over, all the masters, please enter the palace to pray." After speaking, he ignored the people present, and left in a hurry with Xun Ying.

"Brother Yao...... Well, Master Dao Yan must have suffered a lot, and I see that his robe is worn. "I haven't seen you for many years, but goodbye is no longer a thing. Thinking of Daoyan's former demeanor, Xunying's eyes turned red. She saw that Mu Longsheng was not following Dao Yan, and she had the heart to ask but couldn't find the right time, so she had to press the question in her heart and wait for Dao Yan to enter the palace to ask.

Ma Xiuying paused, stood for a long time, and said slowly: "Give a new robe to each master who enters the palace to pray for blessings, and then give ......" She thought about it, and didn't say the next words after all. Her identity does not allow her to care too much about a monk, and inexplicable overtures will only leave criticism in vain and bring unnecessary trouble to both her and him.

The lake is babbling slowly, the trees are gradually revealing green buds, the plum blossoms are delicate, and the birds are fluttering their wings. Walking in the quiet forest, Ma Xiuying's heart could not be calm for a moment. She was even a little upset, and her good mood for the day was disrupted by Dao Yan's appearance.

Over the years, she didn't mention that she didn't want this person, thinking that she had forgotten this person, but the reunion of the two really told her that she had never forgotten and could never forget! She didn't even want to think back to Daoyan's current appearance, and she would always have that handsome young man in her mind. She didn't have the courage to ask Dao Yan if she was doing well, and she was not qualified to show off her dignity in front of Dao Yan.

Looking at herself in a graceful and luxurious queen's regular dress, and then thinking about Daoyan's robe and ring scar, Ma Xiuying only felt embarrassed. She finally achieved her goal and became the queen, but he escaped into the gate with a full stomach and medical skills. If it weren't for her, with his talent, even if he didn't want to be an official in the court, it would be more than enough to be a healer. It's a pity that her desperation delayed his affection and rewrote his life.

Ma Xiuying was speechless and faceless, maybe Dao Yan was relieved, but Ma Xiuying couldn't forgive herself, especially when the two met with a particularly big gap, she could only avoid it in panic and be ashamed alone.

The bell of the palace suddenly rang ......, and the sound of the monk's chanting was set against each other, long and solemn, and it was unsettled and rose again, covering the sky and reaching the sky.

In this group of Sanskrit sounds, Ma Xiuying seems to hear a familiar voice, which contains benevolence and care, compassion and sorrow, tolerance and understanding. Ma Xiuying suddenly burst into tears, was he telling himself not to be sad and not to feel guilty?