There are really many monasteries in Chang'an, and when Feng Ling sat in Yule Tuzi's car, he saw no less than 20 temples of all sizes when he walked around the various squares. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info She secretly thought, if the temples of Chang'an are gathered in one place, and they are also located on the mountain wall, compared with the Thousand Buddha Caves, I don't know which one can be better.

In the middle of the thought, the car stopped slowly, there was a sound of moving footstool outside the car, and the driver knocked twice on the wall of the car: "The lady got off the car, and she arrived at the place." ”

Feng Ling got out of the car, and Hongfu Temple had already received a post from the Duke of Wei earlier, and there were already monks waiting in front of the door, leading her and the two into the temple.

The incense in the temple is quiet, but it is not as vigorous as the temple next to it, and it is indeed a pure place. Bypass the front hall, the back is more deep than the other, the sandalwood in the air lingers faintly, the house Zen room is simple and simple, the flowers and trees are not green in early spring, but there is no trace of depression. In the wood-slatted verandah, monks occasionally walk by with scriptures in their hands, respectfully and solemnly.

The monk led them to the door of a meditation room, which was open and only a curtain hung over the door. The monk took off his linen shoes, walked barefoot up the wooden steps of the meditation room, and after respectfully announcing in front of the door, motioned for the two of them to enter.

Wind Spirit and Yule Tuzi imitated him, took off their boots, and walked up the cool wooden steps.

The meditation room was so quiet that only the sound of birdsong and bamboo leaves could be heard, and piles of manuscripts and paper were stacked in pieces, looking orderly. The Wind Spirit lifted her skirt and carefully avoided the rolls of paper.

"Gu Niangzi has always been good?" The voice has never changed in the slightest, as always.

Feng Ling bowed to the speaker with his palms together, and suddenly his eyes became hot, and he replied softly: "Master Xuanzang is hanging, Feng Ling...... It's hard to put into words. ”

"The situation of Gu Niangzi and Yan Duwei, Mrs. Long has been informed." Xuanzang stretched out his hand and pointed to the paper scrolls stacked on the ground in the house, and said slowly: "The list of craftsmen and painters who are preparing to build the Great Ci'en Temple is all here. ”

Feng Ling raised his face and glanced at the monk in front of him, wearing a half-worn monk's robe, still thin, but his face was much better than when he was in Shazhou, and his eyes became more and more slender. Her heart suddenly moved, and she bowed to him deeply: "The master once said about the karmic obstacle of cause and effect in the Thousand Buddha Cave, and the wind spirit can't understand it. ”

Xuanzang recited the Buddha slowly, but did not answer. On the other hand, Yule Tuzi responded coldly: "The killing is too heavy, and the karma is difficult to eliminate." ”

A teardrop fell on the wooden floor with a "pop", splashing a small splash, followed by another drop.

Yule Tuzi turned his head to look at her and sighed softly: "You don't think much, if you delay like this, how can I not be like this." I concentrate on Buddhist things because I want to accumulate blessings for my Attado and eliminate karma. This is not something that can be obtained in a short time, and I am not eager to come. ”

Xuanzang nodded approvingly: "What Mrs. Long said is very true. ”

The wind spirit raised his hand and wiped his eyes, and cleared his throat: "It's the wind spirit who has lost his manners, mage is not strange." ”

Xuanzang smiled indifferently and recited the Buddha, "Gu Niangzi is really in a hurry to come to this matter, let go of the thought, and feel at ease." Everyone has their own cause and effect, Yan Du Wei has the karma of killing, then he has his own retribution, and he can't escape, but Du Wei is willing to have compassion and build a Buddha cave, and he has also accumulated good causes, and there will be that good retribution, and he can't go. ”

"The retribution of evil is at hand, and the retribution of good is unknown." The wind spirit sighed.

"It's right in front of you. Gu Niangzi is smart, can't she see through it? Xuanzang smiled more and more peacefully: "If Yanduwei doesn't build the Buddha cave, how can Gu Niangzi recognize the poor monk?" If Gu Niangzi can't take care of Mrs. Long's mother and daughter all the way, who will lead you to Hongfu Temple at this time? If Captain Yan Du had no good results, how could anyone be willing to work so hard for him to exonerate himself? ”

Yule Tuzi smiled: "Wind Spirit, you are the good reward of the delay. ”

Feng Ling suddenly realized, glanced at the paper scrolls stacked on the ground, and regained his spirit to give a salute to Xuanzang: "Thank you Master for your advice, Feng Ling has been taught many times, but he is still stupid, he is really stupid, and he is ashamed." ”

Xuanzang smiled and said: "Gu Niangzi's wisdom is transparent, how can there be a stupid statement." The list is here, Gu Niangzi is convenient, and it is inconvenient for poor monks to accompany her. You can stay as long as you want. ”

Xuanzang said goodbye to Yule Tuzi again, leaving Feng Ling and Yule Tuzi to look through the directory by themselves in the meditation room.

This Great Temple of Mercy and Grace really has the power of a royal temple, just looking at the list of craftsmen to be built, you can guess how magnificent it should be in the future, but at the moment, the wind spirit and Yule Tuzi are about to roll their eyes.

It was almost noon, and Yule Tuzi was not good to stay, so he had to go back to the house, leaving Feng Ling alone and still looking through it diligently. It wasn't until late in the morning that he finally found out the name of the unborn in a list of painters, and the wind spirit rubbed his red, swollen and sour eyes, and copied the place of residence on the list.

When she went out of the meditation room again and wanted to thank Xuanzang, the monk was already doing the evening class, so she had to leave a thank you and go home. That night, I couldn't help but wonder over and over again whether the person she was looking for was the person she was looking for, and whether Amanpo was willing to leak a word. She flipped through the dense list all day, her eyelids were swollen and heavy, and she fell asleep thinking.

At dawn the next day, a small courtyard in the corner of Dunhua Fang had a sound in turn, and the people who begged for a living had to get up and work at this time, and there were more than a dozen independent courtyards in a small alley, sharing a well outside the alley, and a woman with a cloth wrapped in her hair came out early to fetch water.

When the wind spirit wandered at the mouth of the alley for the fourteenth lap, at last an old woman with a slightly rickety back slowly came out of the alley, her hat draped over her face, and she carried a wooden bucket in her hand, which was supposed to fetch water.

It's just a matter of wading through the alley, and you have to wear a hat here? Feng Ling muttered to herself, hiding in the corner of the wall, watching her tie the bucket to the crankshaft, throw it down the well, and turn the wooden handle with great effort, as if she had exhausted all her strength, and only barely turned twice.

She couldn't bear it, and was about to step forward to help, when a young man trotted out of the alley, with a thin body and a slight back, complained to the old woman in a whisper: "Why did my mother come out to fetch water by herself, I have said so many times, the well platform is slippery, and the humidity is heavy in the morning, so how can it be good to fall." If you want water, can't you fight for your mother before you are born? ”

As he spoke, he took the wooden handle and spun it around a few times, and lifted the bucket full of water.

That's where it's good. Feng Ling took a deep breath of the cold and wet air of the early morning, stepped out from behind the wall where he was hiding, tried his best to stabilize his voice, and called out to the mother and son: "Unborn, Granny Aman. ”

The bucket made a muffled sound, and the water in the bucket splashed and flowed all over the ground. The mother and son who were carrying water stood in a daze, unable to hide their panic. (To be continued.) )