He observes his own maturing psychology as if he were a child's growth, and marks them. For example, yesterday he did not reveal the whereabouts of Shennong's whip to Zhiyin, and he gave himself a score of nine.

An old monk suddenly approached Concubine Shu and knelt down on the futon beside her.

Shi frowned, unhappy in his heart, blaming the monk for deliberately embarrassing himself, not coming early, not coming late, but coming at this time.

"Meet Niangniang, Lao Wei is the abbot of Chang'an Daci'en Temple." The monk looks at the gods.

Concubine Shu didn't open her eyes, just nodded. The old monk knew everything only by his peripheral vision, and then turned to leave.

"Fortunately, this monk is not verbose." Stone said secretly in his heart. Before his raised left foot hit the ground, the corners of his raised mouth had not yet fallen, and another old monk knelt on the futon beside Concubine Shu's knees that had not yet rebounded.

"Meet Niangniang, Lao Wei is the abbot of Chengtian Temple in Quanzhou, Miaohai."

Concubine Shu still closed her eyes and nodded slightly.

Eating a trench and growing wisdom, the stone stood in place, waiting for the next old monk to meet Concubine Shu.

He looked around, and was amazed by the sight of the altars. The monks here are all old men, at least fifty or sixty years old, and they look as calm and atmospheric as Baotong, with the demeanor of a monastic leader.

Are they all abbots? It turns out that the abbot of the scripture altar gathers and is the most advanced mandala in the outer altar, which is really a long insight.

When the stone thought of this, he realized that something was wrong, why was Concubine Shu here? The ministers in the palace are all in Huayan Altar, and Concubine Shu is also from the palace, she should go to Huayan Altar, right?

When the stone was thinking nonsense, the old monks visited Concubine Shu in turn, leaving him no space to say hello to Concubine Shu. His conjecture was correct, and they all claimed to be abbots from such and such a monastery.

Stone leaves to find the Bee Hawk, who is the only companion he can be when he is lonely.

Yongmen Guang held the letter handed to him by his master in his hand, and his heart was full of joy and joy.

Although this time the senior brother Bao Tiannu did not come to Xuanyuan Temple because he went to the north to deal with the dispute with Sichamen, he had this opportunity, he still regained his respect for the master and rekindled his confidence in Shennong Palace.

Among Nong Qingyun's three disciples, he ranked third, and the senior brother and the second senior brother were like two mountains, overwhelming him.

The master handed over everything to the senior brother Bao Tiannu, and he could only be a follower at most. Although the second senior brother is naïve and simple, he can't get the respect of the master, but because of his kind personality, he has won the support of the younger brothers and sisters.

He, the third child, is a dispensable person in Shennong Palace. Even if he disappears for a while, it is estimated that no one will find out.

Over time, Yongmen Guang also didn't feel his presence like everyone else. It was against his nature, and it was sadder than pain.

He can't be like the second senior brother, who doesn't think about anything and is as happy as a child. He can't pretend to be stupid, and his natural intelligence and maturity are burdens he can't take off.

Yongmen Guang put this very important letter in his most intimate pocket, which was closest to his heart and could receive significant care.

He found a fast horse and galloped towards Lin Xian's house. In front of Lin Xian's house, he always protected the letter with his hand.

Lin Xian's servant informed him that Lin Xian had left for Mingzhou yesterday, and without saying a word, he flew on his horse, and the throbbing of joy led the way ahead.

The farther and more arduous the journey, the greater the value of the letter. He wanted to impress the master that he was able to accomplish such an important task across the state capital on his own.

The winter twilight was eerily black, and the bitter wind whistled along the rugged path, and the bushes on both sides fell to one side.

Yongmen Guang and his horse did not flinch in the slightest. He wanted to deliver the letter to Lin Xian in the shortest possible time. For four or five hours, he had been on his horse, twice as fast as Master had asked of him.

In the distance, there were several wolf howls from the mountains and forests that were connected with the darkness. He couldn't help but put his hands on his chest, and he felt that his faith was not safe.

If the hungry wolf rushes to this path, or if a few robbers with high martial arts skills appear, won't he have lost all his previous efforts?

Darkness is the root of evil, and justice escapes in broad daylight. What he didn't believe in was darkness.

To be on the safe side, he decided to take a short detour to the town, find an inn, and wait until the dawn came.

The town was much more lively, with the sound of the horse-drawn carriages of passing caravans and the shouts of the taverns and inns to drive away the evil spirits in the darkness.

Yongmen Guang found a cheap inn, not because he was reluctant to spend money, but because he thought that the more inconspicuous the place, the safer it was.

He didn't even eat in the crowded hall, and called the food to his room.

When he was so sleepy that he almost closed his eyes, a hunched old man came knocking on the door with four side dishes and two steamed buns.

"Guest, your meal is here." The hunchbacked old man walked into the house as he spoke, his movements slow.

Yongmen glanced widely, but did not smell the smell of danger. When he relaxed, his tiredness took over, and he yawned profusely, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

The hunchbacked old man put down his meal and did not leave immediately, looking around with cloudy eyes, as if looking for something.

"You get out." Yongmen Guang didn't pay attention to the old man's strange behavior, he just wanted to eat and drink quickly and sleep well.

The old man turned around and left slowly, and with such a little effort, Yongmen Guang had already stuffed a steamed bun and a plate of side dishes.

Meals don't taste and taste, quite the opposite. The steamed buns are made from coarse sorghum and corn, and the side dishes are salty like pickles without oil and water.

Yongmen Guang didn't mind, he knew very well that he was eating this meal just to deliver the letter to Lin Xian.

He devoured all the food, and even the pot of tea on the table bottomed out. The sleepy body became dizzy, and the heavy eyelids finally drooped and could no longer be opened.

Before he lost his mind, a strange thought appeared in his mind: Was that pot of tea just now a pot of wine? The answer didn't come to him, and he fell on all fours on the bed, his hands still pressed against his heart.

A small squeak broke in amid the well-proportioned snoring of the Yongmen. A crooked figure tiptoed into the house.

After closing the door, the figure stood up straight, walked nimbly to the head of the bed, parted Yongmenguang's crossed hands, took out a letter from his intimate pocket and put it in his arms, and then put a letter again in the place where he took the letter, restored Yongmenguang's crossed hands, and then quickly left.

Yongmen Guang didn't know anything about all this, as if it had never happened. But for the intruder, he accomplished the most important thing in his life in those twenty years.

When Nong Qingshan returned to Xuanyuan Temple, it was noon on the second day of the water and land puja.

The Buddhas and gods who have been invited by the water and land puja have descended to the mandala. The four mortal representatives of the inner altar were trembling and communicating with the gods and Buddhas.

Bao Tong twisted a stick of incense, recited the offering mantra in his mouth, and listened to the Buddha's teachings from time to time.

Zhu Yuanzhang concocted the same method, and prayed to the Buddha statue shrouded in smoke for the Ming Dynasty to be smooth and the people to live and work in peace and contentment.

He generously forgave the deceased who had tormented him in his nightmares, and recited the mantra for them as instructed by the Buddha.

The capital and prison went to the table in front of the offering table, picked up the bronze chime and cymbals, and added to the pious offering.

Nong Qingshan went straight to the Pure Land Altar, he was going to confide in the person he missed the most, and pray for the person who was most important to him.

With a smile on his face and light steps, the burden of more than 20 years turned into wisps of smoke and floated into the sky overnight.

The seven monks of the temple equipped for the Pure Land Altar are reciting the Amitabha Sutra.

On the walls on both sides are hung many "raw lotus sticks", on which are written the names of the deceased and the names of the benefactors.

Nong Qingshan silently walked to the wall, leaned over and wrote Li Yulu and Nong Qingshan on the "Raw Lotus Strip", and pasted it on the wall. He looked up at the words "Li Yulu", tears welling up in his tired but glowing eyes.

Those three words were blurred, but Li Yulu's figure clearly appeared in front of his eyes. She was smiling at him.

Nong Qingshan bit his lip, kept nodding, gently wiped the tears from his eyes with his wide sleeves, and whispered: "Yulu, I finally avenged you." Nong Qingyun makes you miserable, and he must pay the price! ”

With that, he found an empty seat in the front row and began his journey of cleansing his soul.

A monk suddenly stood up and walked to the east side of the front of the hall, beside Nong Qingshan.

Nong Qingshan smiled calmly, without the slightest worry or fear, even if death came, he would be safe.

The monk paused for a moment, took two more steps, and then walked slowly from the east side to the west side, muttering words in his mouth.

When he turned back, he went back the way he came, walked to the east side, and so on a dozen times. He returned to his seat after his eyes were clear.

It seems that he is just circling the Buddha.

Nong Qingshan prayed over and over again for Li Yulu's dead soul to be reborn in the Pure Land, so that he could meet her again in reincarnation, as well as the happiness of his daughter.

"If I don't see my daughter in my lifetime, it is a punishment from the Buddha for me, and I sincerely accept it. I don't dare to ask for extravagance, I just ask the Buddha to bless my daughter with a happy life and no illness and no disaster. ”

Tears crept up the criss-crossed wrinkles on Nong Qingshan's face, each wrinkle engraved with his thoughts and memories of his daughter.

Two hours later, he walked out of the main hall to a temple pit for the disposal of waste, took something out of his bosom, hid it in the wide sleeve of his coat, and threw it into the pit when he was unprepared.

"Yulu, Nong Qingyun will fall into the hell path and suffer ten thousand times more pain than this black black sea brings you!" Nong Qingshan picked up a few handfuls of soil from the ground and covered it on the Black Crow Sea.

Not far away, a pair of blazing eyes watched him return to the temple and continue to pray.