Only then did he step into the rotten threshold of Liuhua Temple, and a bell rang again, this time the sound was melodious and far-reaching, more clear than the few times he had just heard it in the forest, and it seemed to be able to penetrate into people's hearts all the time, sweeping away a qiē dust and dirt.

Sora introduced the three of them into a small courtyard, which was paved with smooth stone slabs, and a lush linden tree in the southwest corner happened to bear fruit, and the orange-yellow fruit hung on the thick branches, and the emerald green leaves were reflected in each other, which looked extremely delicate and lovely. There are also a few stems of hibiscus planted in the large yellow clay pot on the side, and the smoke is swaying, and the faint fragrance is full of the courtyard. Other than that, the courtyard was empty, except for the shaggy moss oozing from the cracks in the stone slabs, adding a lot of life to the blue-gray courtyard.

"This benefactor, please sit here." The empty method removed the door, and there were four futons on the wooden floor inside, which were embroidered with the four auspicious flowers of Buddhism - lotus, yutanbohua, mandala and mountain magnolia, and the seat assigned to Zhu Yan by the empty method was the lotus futon on the west side.

Zhu Yan felt that the layout and furnishings here were elegant and exquisite, but all the qiē seemed to be too shabby.

The wooden corridor and the wooden floor have long been decayed and broken, the four futons have finally found a complete place to place, the sliding door painted with the lotus flower is even more hollow lattice broken, the rice paper is broken and vacant, as worn as it is, and the four futons, although the patterns on them are delicate and expressive, the pale golden brocade has long been worn out, and the straw drills with mildew spots inside are popping out.

Zhu Yan raised his eyebrows, but in such a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere, it seemed that he was blaspheming the Buddha if he said a word more. Therefore, she just bowed down to Kukai and thanked him, and sat down on the lotus futon indifferently.

Twenty-four and Eternal have long known Kukai, and they each found a futon and sat down.

Kukai doesn't speak. Closing his eyes and muttering to himself, Zhu Yan couldn't understand it for a long time, thinking that what he was reciting should be Sanskrit, so he gave up his useless efforts and began to observe the furnishings in the room wholeheartedly.

After looking at it, Zhu Yan had to say that this room was too simple.

The house has only two rooms, inside and outside. Leaning on a carved partition that is also too decayed to look good, through the hollowed-out lotus flower, Zhu Yan can see a paved pile of broken flakes inside. The bright yellow bed tent and bedding have been dyed earthy yellow by the dust of time, and it looks so desolate.

As for the outer room, apart from these four futons, there is only a few horizontal and small ones left. There is pen and paper on it. There are a few Buddhist scriptures piled down, which can be regarded as the richest furnishings in this room.

In addition, there is nothing, Zhu Yan feels that the layout of this house is no longer the "empty" of the Buddhist family, but I am afraid that it is about to catch up with the realm of "nothing", she is very curious, can there really be people living here?

I don't know how long I waited, but another bell came. Kongfa finally opened his eyes and smiled apologetically at Zhu Yan. "The lord of labor has been waiting for a long time, but after every bell, the old man has to pray for the virtuous concubine, and the timing of the few people coming is just right."

"It doesn't matter." Zhu Yan estimated that they had only been on the mountain for two hours this time, and they had heard the bell three or four times along the way.

"Concubine Xian was kind-hearted during her lifetime, and when she did not enter the palace, she funded the construction of this Liuhua Temple in her hometown, and after her death, Lao Qu dismissed many disciples, leaving only Lao Qu to take over the management of the affairs of this Liuhua Temple." In a low voice, Kongfa recounted the past, "We only do one thing every day, which is to chant for Concubine Xian every half an hour, praying that she will suffer less in her reincarnation. ”

"If the virtuous concubine is knowledgeable, she will definitely be grateful for the kindness of the master." Zhu Yan bowed slightly, admiring and worrying about this monk who insisted on fulfilling his promise, but seeing him say so little for decades, people looked at Qingqu very much, and thought that his health was not bad, so he was slightly relieved.

Kongfa slowly got up, and his eyes fell on Zhu Yan, "The female benefactor and the virtuous concubine are similar in appearance, presumably there must be a blood connection with the virtuous concubine, I don't know if someone can tell the donor, who is the ancestor related to the virtuous concubine?" ”

Zhu Yan shook his head, "Zhu Yan and Concubine Xian have never known each other, and I haven't heard my mother mention what relationship she has with Concubine Xian. ”

"It's weird." Kongfa looked at her again and shook his head slowly, "There is an effect, there must be a cause, how can it be irrelevant, strange, strange." ”

"Master of the Void Law, the relationship between Ah Yan and Concubine Xian is still uncertain, but her appearance is really similar to Concubine Xian, can you go with us to visit Concubine Xian's tomb?" Never finished speaking, and took a deep look at the empty law.

Kong Fa pondered for a while, his face was gentle, and he dragged his shabby straw sandals out of the Buddhist hall, "A few donors come with me." ”

As he turned to the backyard of Liuhua Temple, a middle-aged gray-robed monk stood in a well, his eyes falling on an ancient sundial in front of him, and he was holding a wooden pestle in his hand, one of which was still worn out despite being wrapped in thick cotton cloth.

Without the introduction of the empty method, Zhu Yan already knew that this person was the monk who struck the bell every other hour, that is, the successor selected by the empty law according to the rules of his teacher.

"Sinking leaves." Sora called him kindly, but didn't say anything, just nodded, and walked over with the three of them.

Shen Ye didn't speak, just put down the wooden pestle in his hand, and whispered the Buddha name to the three of them, then he still picked up the wooden pestle and stared at the sundial in a fixed manner.

Behind him, a brass bell shone golden in the sun, and with the exception of the lush flowers and trees, it was the only thing alive in this ancient and dilapidated Buddhist temple.

Concubine Xiang's tomb is under the root of the wall, a small tomb bag, a delicate tombstone, and a Bodhi tree on top of it that is more lush than Fang Cai shades this tomb.

"This Bodhi was planted by the virtuous concubine herself, according to her last wishes, her body was cremated and buried here, and the inscription was also according to her meaning, and the name and surname were not written, but the word 'Bodhi' was engraved." After the empty method is finished, sing a Buddha horn.

Zhu Yan narrowed his eyes, even if it was a generation of peerless celebrities, but in the end, he only got this small tombstone, I don't know if it is sad or pitiful? And Concubine Xiang, her appearance is so similar to herself, is it like what the empty law said, she and Concubine Xiang really have a blood relationship?

"Concubine Xian, the previous dynasty has been overturned, and the grievances are gone, I hope you can forget the past." Zhu Yan didn't know why she said these words, she didn't believe that people have spirits after death, but she had experienced some strange things in the world, and she really couldn't deny that there were some unnatural forces in the world, so she felt that this sentence should still be said. (To be continued......)

PS: Tomorrow's double update will be made up ~~~