Yin Suwen stood silently outside the mountain gate of Yunju Temple for a whole night, the stars rose and fell, the light frost turned into dew, the mountain gate closed and opened, she just stood like that and looked at the stone steps inside the mountain gate from a distance, refusing to take a step closer. A difficult step would violate the promise she had promised.

The mountain gate opened, and the little novice who had been sweeping in the morning looked at her suspiciously and continued to sweep the floor with his head down, perhaps taking her as an ordinary pious believer. Summer is over and autumn is about to begin, the wind on the mountain is a little cool, and a small half of the tall ginkgo tree has begun to turn yellow, and occasionally a few broad leaves fall from the mountain gate and are carried by the wind and swaying in front of her.

The number of pilgrims who got up early and went up the mountain gradually increased, and the people carrying baskets and incense talked about the hearts of each family in groups of threes and twos, and none of the happy or sad people were similar to Yin Suwen. People passed by her one by one, and the bamboo basket of incense paper hung her skirt and threw back a complaining look.

Yin Suwen knew from people's chatter that Yunju Temple had changed its new host not long ago, and he was a master with the Dharma name "Xinche". It is said that he was young and talented, supported this ancient temple alone, and received the favor of the Holy Spirit many times, and also gave kindness, and was a profound and mysterious person.

"He is so good, he should naturally be blessed by God and admired by the believers."

Yin Suwen muttered to himself only to find that he had been guarding the air all night, and his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't even speak. Picking up the two ginkgo biloba leaves at his feet, he looked at them again and again, and only felt that he should be a person who would not shed tears in the future.

The days she spent in Shangyuan Mansion were a good day of stability and stability, and the major affairs inside and outside the mansion were handled properly, and the Zhang family did not find fault again. Li Xiuming always carefully cared for her left and right on the pretext of rubbing rice, except for the news that she was about to enter the palace, there seemed to be nothing wrong. It's strange to say, but she had the same dream for a few nights in a row, and after waking up from the dream, she was willful again, leaving everyone and running up the mountain in one breath, stunned by the wind outside the mountain gate for a night.

After thinking about it, she probably had to blame the familiar dream, which she hadn't dreamed of for a long time. In the glow of the sky, she watched the huge Buddha heart lotus flowers bloom on the bank of the silver river, and the delicate and fresh petals covered most of the river. Whenever she wanted to reach out and pick one, she would always hear someone behind her laughing and calling "Su Xin".

In the past dreams. She would always refute the name of "Su Xin", and when she turned around, she could only see a dazzling white point of light, and the person she was talking to seemed to be completely wrapped in the light and couldn't see clearly. The dream was different these times, and the white light gradually dimmed. It's still not clear, though. But Yin Suwen, who was in the dream realm, instantly felt the extremely familiar aura of that person. It won't be someone else. It was her heart, all the light and warmth of her life.

"Girl, girl!"

Someone tugged at his arm. Yin Suwen glanced back and saw that it was a peasant woman who was dressed neatly and plainly and also carried a basket of incense paper, looking at her with some curiosity.

"Girl, are you all right? Look at you have been standing here for a while, why are you still crying, wipe it quickly. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, maybe the mountain wind is too strong and it's blowing."

She felt that she hadn't cried for a long time, Yin Yuan didn't cry at her funeral, she didn't cry when she confronted Zhang Shaoqing and Zhang Xuanyi, and she didn't cry when Li Xiuming asked her to enter the palace. This problem of tears in the wind is going to be cured, she comforted herself.

Not long after the peasant woman climbed the mountain, the flush on her face that was blown by the cool breeze had not yet dissipated, and she saw Yin Suwen alone in the middle of the crowd in the distance between breathing, and she couldn't help but feel some sympathy. When I got closer, I found that the little girl's eyes were red, as if she was aggrieved.

She rummaged through her body for a while, and found a fairly clean handkerchief that had to be stuffed into Yin Suwen's hand, and accosted her warmly and relieved. Knowing that the peasant woman was completely enthusiastic and kind, Yin Su had no choice but to thank him and take it. The peasant woman originally came alone, and she didn't meet a familiar person who could talk to someone on the rugged mountain road, but now when she saw Yin Suwen, she only felt that the little girl was beautiful and kind, and she wanted to say a few more words when she caught up.

"The girl also came here to ask to see the abbot, let's be considered to be sympathetic, that master is really not easy to see, I have been waiting here for three days and still have not been unallowed. But don't say it's us, I heard that even those people in the city who are big officials and make a lot of money want to see the master and all of them have been refused. ”

Yin Suwen reacted and realized that the master mentioned by the peasant woman should be the newly appointed abbot Xinche, and hurriedly waved his hand again and again to show that he was just passing by the treasure temple here to take a look at it, and he didn't have any intention of asking to see it. The peasant woman didn't care, she just thought that she was a big girl, and she was embarrassed to talk about it, and persuaded her while pulling her to go to the temple.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not just the two of us who are rejected every day. But anyone who comes to the temple must have something to ask for, and there are people who have climbed the mountain for a long time just to come and see the scenery casually. ”

"No, no, no, this aunt, thank you so much for your kindness, but I really have something important to do, and I'm going down the mountain. Besides, this visit to the abbot is very important, I have to go back and prepare some Buddha offerings, let's make an appointment next time. ”

The peasant woman was too enthusiastic, and she dragged Yin Suwen's arm very strongly, so she had to go into the mountain temple with her. Yin Suwen heard the name of "Xinche" and wanted to escape in a panic, but he couldn't think of any better reason to refuse for a while, and he was afraid that the two of them would attract the attention of others, and they were in a dilemma in front of the mountain temple for a while.

"Oh, yes, that's a pity. But you are all in front of the temple gate, so you must drink hot water and hot porridge before going down the mountain. Let me tell you, the monks here are very friendly, especially the abbot, who has prepared fresh porridge for pilgrims every morning and evening since the temple was reopened. It's good for you to walk alone on the mountain and drink hot porridge to warm up your body. ”

The peasant woman spoke vigorously and quickly in her hands, crackling with care, and dragged Yin Suwen into the mountain temple in a daze.

"Drink porridge? The pilgrim's dining hall is far away, and it is separated from the monks' food and clothing, and the living quarters are good and good. (To be continued......)