The conversation that happened in Cining Palace, except for the Queen Mother and Zhao Tiannan, has not entered the ears of the third party, so the final result of this conversation is naturally impossible for outsiders to know.

Zhou Yuran and Feng Mingwu, who were looking forward to it outside the palace, waited for several days, but they never waited for a response from the Queen Mother, let alone the good news that their wish had been fulfilled.

Of course, the two would not give up so easily, and after meeting again to discuss, Zhou Yuran handed the sign to the palace again, but he still did not wait for the summons of the Queen Mother.

Whether it was Zhou Yuran or Feng Mingwu, they couldn't help but feel that something was wrong at this time.

Both of them wanted to know what happened to the Queen Mother, but what happened in the deep palace, how could the two of them find out casually?

In desperation, the two could only passively wait for the Queen Mother to send a message, and after a long time, they were discouraged and disappointed in their hearts.

Not to mention what the two of them had in mind, Feng Zhige didn't pay attention to Feng Mingwu during this time, and knew that Feng Mingwu was going to Anguo Mansion that day, so he never asked about Feng Mingwu again.

On this day, Feng Zhige decided to accompany Mu Qingwan to Huangjue Temple to offer incense.

Feng Zhige does not believe in gods and Buddhas, although her own experience is quite bizarre, but this does not mean that she believes in how the fate of people is all in the hands of the empty gods and Buddhas.

What she believes more is that things are man-made.

The reason why I went to Huangjue Temple was because of Mu Qingwan.

Mu Qingwan has always had some bad dreams at night recently, and he has not been able to rest well for several days, and his originally plump cheeks have gradually deflated, and the blue and black color under his eyes has not receded, and his face is very haggard.

It's not that I haven't invited a doctor, but a lot of doctors have come, and I still can't say why, I have taken a lot of calming medicine, but I have never seen any improvement.

Obviously, there are no worries in my heart, and I have a very smooth life on weekdays. Why is this the case if it is good?

Mu Qingwan remembered the days when he lived in Luoshuixuan.

At the beginning in Luoshuixuan, Mu Qingwan was alone guarding the unconscious Feng Zhige, looking at her unconscious daughter hiding in bed. Mu Qingwan almost begged for the gods and Buddhas in her heart, and even made a wish that if her daughter could wake up safely, she would definitely go to rob the head pillar incense of Huangjue Temple in the future and worship it in front of the Buddha.

Huangjue Temple is a royal temple of the Dawu Dynasty, and has always been known for its miracles. The daily head pillar incense does not know how many powerful people in Beijing broke their heads to rob.

The head pillar incense of the major temples has always had the most effective saying, if you can grab this head pillar incense to offer in front of the Buddha, I am afraid that I will not be able to make my wishes come true?

It's just that, the strange thing is that over the years, no matter how early the family goes, even if it is guarding the gate of Huangjue Temple in the stars and moons, or promising how much money they are willing to give, they have never received a reply of "it has been ordered", and I don't know who has such means.

The incense of the head pillar of Huangjue Temple is so rare. When Mu Qingwan made this wish, she was also thinking that as long as her daughter could come to her senses, she would be able to give up her life, let alone a pillar of incense?

Later, Xu was moved by her sincerity, and Feng Zhige, who had been lying in bed for eight years, really woke up suddenly one day.

Since beating Feng Zhige to wake up, the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion has not been broken, and he was in Huzhou at the time, so he couldn't go unwillingly, and Mu Qingwan has not been able to think of this stubble in the past few years.

Now I suddenly have inexplicable nightmares. Mu Qingwan suddenly remembered that he still owed a pillar of incense to the head pillar of Huangjue Temple.

Could it be that the gods and Buddhas in this world are really so spiritual?

couldn't find a reason why he could be like this, so Mu Qingwan could only think in the direction of this strange force.

It's just that. How rare the incense of the head pillar of Huangjue Temple is, Mu Qingwan also knows, she sincerely wants to repay her wish, but this thing is not something she can do if she wants to.

As a result, for several days, Mu Qingwan seemed a little worried. In addition, he was tormented by sleepless nights, and his body became weak day by day.

Feng Zhige only thought that Mu Qingwan was only doing this because he was not feeling well, but when he found out that there was still a secret in it, it was already a few days later.

Then, under her repeated questioning, Mu Qingwan revealed her guess.

The gods and Buddhas blame something, Feng Zhige naturally doesn't believe it, but if she can make Mu Qingwan feel at ease, she doesn't mind accompanying Mu Qingwan to Huangjue Temple.

It was the incense of the head pillar of Huangjue Temple that Mu Qingwan said, which really made Feng Zhige embarrassed for a few days.

Just as Mu Qingwan knew, the head pillar incense of Huangjue Temple didn't know who got it for so many years, and Feng Zhige specially sent two secret guards to investigate this matter, and it wasn't until two days ago that he had an eyebrow.

Thinking of the whereabouts of the pillar incense, Feng Zhige's eyes were cold.

"Stop singing, what's wrong with you?" Mu Qingwan looked at Feng Zhige, who was a little distracted, with some worry in his eyes, and then remembered today's trip, thinking that Feng Zhige's previous distraction was because he was embarrassed, so he said with some shame, "Did my mother make you embarrassed?" The head pillar incense of Huangjue Temple is so rare, Niang really shouldn't say it and listen to you, it's better not to, let's not go, in short, if the gods and Buddhas want to blame, Niang bears it! ”

Mu Qingwan said it categorically.

Feng Zhige's heart warmed when he heard this, and he was busy holding Mu Qingwan's hand, "Mother, don't think nonsense, I'm just thinking about something else, you can rest assured, tomorrow, keep it so that you can repay your vows in front of the Buddha, the matter of the pillar incense, my daughter has already arranged, let's just set off to Huangjue Temple." ”

Huangjue Temple is outside the city, and it must be early in the morning to go up to the head pillar incense, so Mu Qingwan and Feng Zhige are ready to set off today, and then stay in the Huangjue Temple for one night, and take the head pillar incense of the Huangjue Temple early tomorrow morning to make a vow.

Mu Qingwan was still a little incredulous.

She naturally believes in her daughter very much, and the things Feng Zhige has done over the years have also made her believe that her daughter is omnipotent.

It's just that the reputation of the head pillar incense of Huangjue Temple is too great, and I want to use the face of the Queen Mother to grab this pillar incense and have been invited out with good words.

Such a difficult thing, it only took two days for her to stop singing?

Until he got into the carriage and set off for Huangjue Temple, Mu Qingwan still felt a little unreal.

This time I went to Huangjue Temple, except for Feng Zhige and Mu Qingwan, Feng Mingxiang was the only male in the Hou Mansion. He also rode a horse to escort the two.

As for Feng Mingwu, she has been waiting for the Queen Mother to come from the palace these days, for fear that she will not find her if the Queen Mother sends someone to pass the message, how can she be in any mood to go to Huangjue Temple to pray for God and worship Buddha? Besides. Can praying to God and Buddha make her have a good marriage in the future? She might as well stammer her grandmother as the Queen Mother!

So, when Feng Zhige and the others set off for Jue Temple, Feng Mingwu stayed alone in the Hou Mansion.

Huangjue Temple was built on Wuling Mountain outside the city, and the imperial tomb of the Zhao family of the Dawu Dynasty was also built on the other side of Wuling Mountain.

Because he saved Zhao Tiannan's life in a time of crisis. After the establishment of the Dawu Dynasty, Zhao Tiannan sealed the Huangjue Temple as the royal temple, so the original incense was not very prosperous Huangjue Temple, and it became the first choice for the magnates in Beijing to worship the Buddha when they offered incense.

Today's Huangjue Temple has been renovated several times, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it with golden brilliance, and where can you still see the original downfall?

Feng Zhige and the others arrived at Huangjue Temple, and the sun had already begun to sink westward.

Because he had already greeted Huangjue Temple in advance, as soon as the car of the Marquis of Weiyuan arrived, a monk from Huangjue Temple came to lead a few people to the courtyard that had been prepared for pilgrims to live in.

Feng Zhige and Mu Qingwan lived in a small courtyard, and Feng Mingxiang lived on the other side of the room that specially greeted male guests.

Xu is this Huangjue Temple, which is a place of outstanding people. This night, bathed in the unique fragrance of the Buddhist temple, accompanied by the bell in the temple, Mu Qingwan really had a good night's sleep, if it wasn't for the morning was woken up by Feng Zhige, I'm afraid she would have slept until dawn.

"Mother, it's time to get up." Feng Zhige pushed Mu Qingwan through the quilt, and called in a low voice.

This time when I came to Huangjue Temple, Feng Zhige and Mu Qingwan could be regarded as light and simple, and Mu Qingwan only brought Mama Lin with her. And Feng Zhige brought Banxia and Fufeng, but Mama Li stayed in the Hou Mansion in case there was any emergency.

The incense of the head pillar of Huangjue Temple must be burned in front of the Buddha when it is mao, and it is already an ugly moment when Feng Zhige gets up. I didn't see Mu Qingwan's figure, and when I found her room, I saw Mama Lin standing next to Mu Qingwan's bed, looking contradictory that she didn't know whether to wake her up.

Mu Qingwan has been tormented by sleepless nights these days, Mama Lin has seen it all, and now she can finally sleep well. Even if he knew that this pillar of incense was very important today, he still couldn't bear to wake up Mu Qingwan like this.

Feng Zhige called several times in succession, Mu Qingwan opened her eyes from her deep sleep, and saw Feng Zhige and Mama Lin at the head of the bed at a glance, she suddenly remembered the purpose of her coming to Huangjue Temple, sat up suddenly, and grabbed Feng Zhige's hand with an anxious face, "What's the matter, is it too late?" ”

As he spoke, he lifted the quilt and hurried to get up.

Feng Zhige hurriedly held down Mu Qingwan, and comforted him gently: "Mother, you don't have to worry, there is still time." ”

Mu Qingwan relaxed at this time, and when he remembered his good sleep this night, he said with some surprise: "It seems that this Huangjue Temple is really not in vain, and it can be regarded as a good night's sleep last night." ”

Then he sighed a few more words, and got up busily.

After Mu Qingwan cleaned up and the time was almost up, the group went out of the courtyard to meet Feng Mingxiang and then set off to the main hall of Huangjue Temple.

Huangjue Temple is located in the middle of the mountain, although the courtyard for pilgrims to stay belongs to the same Huangjue Temple, the location is some below, so a few people have to walk up a mountain road first, fortunately at this time, although the sky is not yet bright, but can barely see the road clearly, along the way did not encounter any trouble.

When a few people arrived at the main hall of Huangjue Temple, there were already senior monks in the temple waiting at the door.

The current abbot of Huangjue Temple is Master Kong, and the one waiting at the door is Master Mingjing, a senior disciple of Master Kong.

Master Mingjing is about thirty years old, and if you don't pay attention to his big bald head, just look at his long body and an extraordinary handsome face, but there is also a bit of a taste of scenery and moonlight.

Such an outstanding person, who actually became a monk, I don't know if those Huaichun girls who have seen him will be sad because of this.

Looking at Ming Jing with a gentle smile on his face, Feng Zhige thought secretly in his heart.

In fact, Feng Zhige is the truth.

Mingjing is a kind of person, even if he has become a monk, he is destined to be a person who will not be ignored, and there are really many nobles in Beijing who have mistaken him for life over the years.

Of course, these are digressions, so I won't say much.

As soon as Mu Qingwan saw that Mingjing was already waiting there, he had some apologies on his face and hurriedly walked over. Bow to Mingjing, "Let the master wait for a long time." ”

Ming Jing can become the abbot of the master of the high disciple of the empty master, and his heart is naturally very human, and he clasped his hands together and saluted. Wen Sheng said: "The time has not come, and the donor doesn't need to be so uneasy. ”

The person who worships the Buddha was already stained with some calming breath, and only said these few words to Mingjing, Mu Qingwan's love gradually calmed down, and asked Mingjing with some curiosity: "Master Mingjing." What is the head incense of Huangjue Temple? ”

After all, the statement about the head incense of Huangjue Temple outside is too bizarre, and Mu Qingwan, who wants to make something happen, naturally doesn't believe it, the reason why she will come to grab this pillar incense is just that she is afraid that if she doesn't want to have a case, then the gods and Buddhas will blame Feng Zhige.

If it was just about herself, she wouldn't have to come here.

The heart of a mother, always.

Mingjing had obviously heard people ask such questions, and when he heard the words, he explained slowly: "The head incense in the temple is naturally not as strange as the rumors outside, but the daily head incense is made by Uncle Ran himself. There is a slight effect, but there is a result. ”

Speaking of this, probably remembering that Mu Qingwan and the others didn't know who Ran was, Mingjing continued: "Uncle Ran is the master's brother, if you want to talk about it, in terms of the profundity of Buddhism, even if it is a master, I'm afraid it is not as good as Master Ran." ”

Mu Qingwan was amazed again when he heard this.

The abbot of Huangjue Temple is Master Kong, and there is probably no one in the whole capital who doesn't know this name.

Master Likong has always been known for his profound Dharma, but he didn't expect it. This master, who has never heard of it, is even better than Master Kong.

In this way, Mu Qingwan had some expectations for the head incense made by Master Zhiran himself.

That's when it happened. A heavy bell suddenly rang in the Huangjue Temple, and the distant bell echoed in the mountains and came to the ears, making people have a magical feeling as if to cleanse people's hearts and lungs.

Then, the door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, which had been closed, suddenly opened.

Seeing this, Mingjing made a "please" gesture, and said to Mu Qingwan: "Several donors should know that the head pillar incense of Huangjue Temple has never flowed out once. This time, the incense of the column head of several people was also let out by the donor inside, and the donor was in the hall, so please come in. ”

When he said this, Mingjing was actually a little puzzled in his heart, outsiders didn't know, but how could they, the monks in the temple, not know who had gotten the incense in the temple over the years.

can get a pillar of incense in that person's hand, and these people in front of him are probably extraordinary.

Mu Qingwan and Feng Mingxiang's eyes flashed with a little surprise.

This pillar incense was taken down by Feng Zhige alone, but they didn't know how it came about, and at this time, they learned from Mingjing's mouth that it was made by others, and they were very surprised in their hearts.

With this surprise, several people stepped through the high threshold of the main hall and walked in.

Before the first incense is finished every day in Huangjue Temple, other pilgrims will not be allowed to come in, so at this time, in addition to the huge and solemn Buddha statue in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, there are only a few people in Liao Liao.

Fang Mingjing said that the person who made the incense was also here, but after Mu Qingwan and Feng Mingxiang entered, they looked around, but except for the monks in the Huangjue Temple, they didn't see anyone at all.

However, at this time, the most important thing is to put the hard-won head incense first, and the two of them don't think about it anymore.

"Donor, please."

Mingjing led Mu Qingwan to the table on the side of the hall, on which there were three incense sticks the thickness of an adult's index finger quietly, and I don't know what the incense was made of, Mu Qingwan was still two feet away, just smelling the smell of the incense, he unconsciously had a clear mind for a while, and the mental malaise caused by insomnia a few days ago instantly improved a lot.

With only one breath, it was better than her good night's sleep last night.

If Fang Cai still had doubts, then at this time, Mu Qingwan's heart was only left with surprise and awe.

It seems that the so-called "slight effect" of Master Mingjing before is really modest, and it is no wonder that such an incense with a miraculous effect has such a big reputation.

Under the guidance of Ming Jing, Mu Qingwan carefully picked up the three incense sticks and lit them, and blew out the open flame on the incense, and waited for the wisps of green smoke to rise, then knelt on the futon in the center of the main hall, and while silently reciting the wish in his heart, he prayed three times reverently, and then inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner.

After doing this, Mu Qingwan knelt back on the futon, listened to the monks in the hall reciting the scriptures, and prayed silently in his heart.

The green smoke curls up, and the Sanskrit singing bursts, and there is more tranquility and tranquility in the huge Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Feng Zhige glanced at the middle of the hall, Mu Qingwan was silently praying for blessings, Feng Mingxiang, who was standing on the side, didn't know what he was thinking, and seemed to be a little distracted.

Then, she took a few steps back, and crept through a door on the side of the main hall into the side hall.

The most enshrined in the Buddhist temple is undoubtedly a variety of Buddha statues, but this side hall is not enshrined in any Buddha statue, but a portrait.

On the portrait, the girl in Tsing Yi stood with her back to the lake, the green silk was flying, her clothes were fluttering, and the golden light emitted by the sunset behind her intertwined a soft halo around her, which made people look at the amazing people who were suspicious of the extraordinary.

The portrait hung on the wall of the side hall, and below the portrait was an offering table, on which was placed an incense burner that looked to be some years old, and the ash of the incense almost overflowed.

This is the past 20 years, all the incense in Huangjue Temple has been burned out. (To be continued.) )

PS: I'll go back to my parents' house today~