There are many temples up and down Mount Tai, and compared with the majestic temples such as Lingyan, Puzhao, Bamboo Forest and Yuquan, Shuiyue Nunnery is just a very inconspicuous small nunnery. The location is remote, away from the official road. There are only two halls in the front and back, and there are only six or seven people.

The abbot is called Yuanjing, who is more than 80 years old this year, deaf and dizzy, and drowsy all day long. The large and small affairs in the nunnery are all taken care of by Mrs. Huici. In fact, it's nothing, but it's just to receive the letter girls who come to offer incense and collect the incense money. Then there are all kinds of dishes, and I lead a few little nuns to do their homework.

There are those big temples in front of them, and there are very few people who come to this small temple to offer incense, and it would be good to have one or two a day. When the weather is bad or the farming is busy, there is no one for ten and a half days.

Fortunately, Mrs. Yuanjing has some friendship with the abbot of Baiyun Nunnery, and often receives some help, although she is not rich, she can still live a good life.

The day of worshipping the heavens is getting closer and closer, and monks from all over the country are pouring into Mount Tai. Some are looking for a chance to show their faces, while others are purely here to see the excitement. No matter what the purpose is, you always have to find a place to stay.

In order to ensure the safety of the saints, as early as the date of the worship was set, the road up the mountain began to be under regular martial law. In the past few days, the mountain road has been closed, and the temples on the mountain have been expelled from the mountain except for the original Buddhist disciples who have been registered and registered.

The big temple at the foot of the mountain only receives the great bodhisattva or the monks who have the way, and the little immortals who have no reputation and no Taoism can only retreat to the second best place and camp in those temples that are not very famous. For a time, the small and medium-sized temples under the mountain were overcrowded, and even the small temples like Shuiyue Nunnery, which no one cared about on weekdays, became fragrant and sweet.

There are many monks and few temples. If you want to live in, you have to show some sincerity. So relying on the sincerity of these people, Mrs. Hui Ci made a lot of money.

When there are more people, there are naturally more things to be busy. In his spare time, he had to accompany the guests who had spent a lot of money to enjoy the scenery of the holy mountain, drink tea, and exchange ideas for participating in meditation.

It wasn't until the second watch that I was done, and I returned to my own meditation room and just sat down on the couch. A little nun came in with a letter in her hand. "Mrs. Shi, there is a male benefactor outside the door, and he wants to find you by name.

When I asked him his name and surname, he wouldn't say. Ask him what he is looking for. He would not disclose it. I only gave this letter to the disciple, saying that you will understand it when you read it. ”

Hui Ci glanced at the circle on the envelope, and her eyes sank slightly. He waved his hand at the little nun, "You go out and wait first." ”

The little nun called the Buddha and retreated.

Seeing her go out, Hui Ci opened the letter and pulled out a slightly yellowed piece of paper, no more than five inches long and three inches wide. Don't say it's a word, and there isn't even a single ink spot on it.

She seemed to have known that there was no word on the letter, and without looking at it, she spread it out on the couch, grabbed a worn-out futon, groped around the edge a few times, and found a small white porcelain bottle. Uncork the bottle and place a drop of light green liquid onto that piece of paper.

The liquid spread quickly, and in no time it spread to the entire sheet of paper, and then quickly evaporated, leaving only two lines of writing that became clearer and clearer.

Hui Ci looked at it twice to make sure that she had not misunderstood the meaning of the above, and then burned the paper against the candle flame. In addition, I found an ordinary piece of white paper, wrote two lines with a pen, dried it and put it in an envelope.

The little nun who was waiting at the door was called in and handed the letter to her, "The benefactor must have found the wrong person, you return this letter to him." We are here in the nunnery, and it is inconvenient to take in male guests, so please ask him to go back. ”

The little nun answered "yes", carried the letter out of the apse, came to the door of the nunnery, handed the letter through the crack in the door, and conveyed Huici's words.

After eating a closed door, for a moment, Zhou Shu suspected that he had been deceived by King Ji'an or Yan Cheng. Soon, however, he realized that the letter was not the same as the one that had been sent in, and seemed to be a little heavier.

Hurriedly pulled out the letter paper, moved it to a place with moonlight, and took a closer look, only to see two lines of juanxiu small characters written on the paper, which were two Tang poems: The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk knocks on the door under the moon.

His heart moved, and he looked at the ebony standing silently behind him, "Shuiyue Nunnery can have a back door or a side door, and there is a tree at the door......"

Ebony raised his eyes and looked at the tall plane trees at the entrance of the Water Moon Nunnery, and his meaning was self-evident.

As soon as Zhou Shu's words came out, he realized that he had asked a stupid question, which temple on this mountain does not have a few trees at the door? It's easy to find trees that have trees, but it's hard to find those that don't.

But what did the old nun named Huici mean by writing these two poems? Could it be the door facing the pond?

"Is there a pond around here?" He asked again.

Ebony shook his head, "No." ”

"Moon Gate?"

"Nope."

Long Jing leaned over and glanced at it twice, "Could it be a wood gate made of tree branches?" ”

"There is no wood gate, but there is one tree gate." Ebony interface.

"Where?" Zhou Shu hurriedly asked.

Ebony didn't speak, but led the way and led him around to the back of the Suigetsu Temple. There are two intertwined old locust trees that look like an arch.

"Sure enough, it's the tree gate." Zhou Shu couldn't help laughing, he didn't expect this hint to be so straightforward and simple, but he still guessed there for a long time.

"Second young master, there is someone behind the tree." Long Jing reminded in a whisper, and grabbed it in front of Zhou Shu.

At the same time, Ebony has already shot. I saw that his figure flickered, and he deceived him behind the tree. After a short exclamation, a person was pulled out by him covering his mouth.

"Don't scream, or I'll kill you." He threatened in a cold voice, and when he saw that the man nodded, he let go of his hand, "Say, who are you?" ”

"The poor nun is a disciple of Shuiyue Nunnery, and his law name is Huici." A woman's voice came from under the wide cloak, dry, hoarse, and slightly trembling.

Ebony looked at Zhou Shu with sparkling eyes, as if waiting for his order.

Zhou Shu was very curious about what a person who could make King Ji'an jealous and say something like "endless troubles" was like. So she stepped forward, pushed off the cloak and hat she wore on her head, and looked at it carefully.

This old nun looks to be around fifty years old, with a long face, thin eyebrows and big eyes, and very thoughtful facial features. Xu was frightened by the ebony, her emaciated face was very pale, and there was a faint hint of vegetables, which showed that her life in Shuiyue Nunnery was not very good.

I don't know if it's the look or the eyebrows, it always makes him feel a little familiar, and for a while he can't remember where he has seen it, so he can't remember it, so he asks directly, "Master Huici is too, right?" Do you know me? ”

――(To be continued......)