Xu Jin didn't catch up, firstly, it seemed abrupt, and secondly, he was not sure that the woman wearing the power fence was Wang Cuiqiao, so he just followed the steps from a distance.

Daming Temple incense is prosperous, and today is the first day of the first month of March, the good men and women who come to the incense are endless, but see the incense smoke outside the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and there are people queuing up under the Bodhi tree outside the hall waiting for the monks to unsign.

As the saying goes, when you enter the house, you have to call people, and when you enter the temple, you have to worship God. Since he had to enter the temple, Xu Jin threw a piece of silver weighing five taels into the merit box, and the old monk wearing a robe suddenly lit up, sang Amitabha, and then personally lit the incense candle and led Xu Jin to bow to the Buddha's golden body.

"Dare to ask what the master is called!" Xu Jin took the opportunity to ask after finishing the incense.

For the "high roller" who made a move of five taels of silver, the old monk naturally did not dare to slack off, and said: "The poor monk's name is Huiyuan, and he is the elder of this temple. ”

"Oh, it turned out to be Master Huiyuan, may I ask Professor Wei Yuan Zhengwei of Yangzhou Mansion to be here?"

Monk Huiyuan replied: "Master Wei is in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and the presiding senior brother to enter meditation, I don't know what this donor is called?" ”

Xu Jin smiled and said: "In Xia Xu Jin, the word Ziqian is a friend of Wei Yuanzheng, can you trouble the master to be introduced?" ”

Monk Huiyuan was obviously stunned for a moment, and put his hands together again and said solemnly: "There is nothing to do, Xu Shishe, please come with the poor monk." ”

Xu Jin saw that Monk Huiyuan's attitude was obviously respectful, and he probably knew his identity, but he just didn't say anything.

Xu Jin and his two brothers-in-law followed Monk Huiyuan through the Daxiong Treasure Hall and walked to the back of the temple. It is said that this Daming Temple is quite large, there are many buildings in the corridor, and the flowers and trees are deep all the way.

As he was walking, Xu Jin suddenly saw a young monk leading two women in front of him, and these two women were the pair of master and servant they had just met at the foot of the mountain, and they disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Xu Jin couldn't help frowning, the old monk Huiyuan seemed to be afraid that Xu Jin would misunderstand, so he hurriedly explained: "Lord Xu, that woman just now is the famous prostitute King Cuiqiao of Qinhuai, this female bodhisattva has a heart, every time she goes to Yangzhou, she will visit the orphans there in the health hall and donate money and materials. ”

"Sure enough, it's her!" Xu Jin said secretly, but asked curiously: "Oh, there is a health hall in Daming Temple?" ”

The so-called health hall is similar in nature to the orphanage of later generations, which specializes in taking homeless orphans. In fact, during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, there were orphanages for the elderly and children who were lonely and helpless, and in addition, the sick workshops in the Sui and Tang dynasties, as well as the Salesian Bureau in the Song Dynasty, were all orphanages and homes for the elderly. The "orphanage" in the Ming and Qing dynasties was called the health hall, one of the twelve hairpins of Jinling in "Dream of Red Mansions", Qin Keqing was raised from the health hall.

Monk Huiyuan clasped his hands together and said: "My Buddha is merciful, purifying all sentient beings, the health hall of this temple has been opened for nearly 20 years, and there are as many as 1,000 orphans adopted. ”

Xu Jin couldn't help but solemnly said: "Your temple has immeasurable merits, three shots, go back and throw another twenty taels of silver into the merit box, and talk about your heart." ”

"Amitabha, good, good!" The old monk Huiyuan pronounced a Buddha horn, and it was difficult to hide the joy in his eyes.

Xu Jin couldn't help but laugh secretly, this old monk saw the money and opened his eyes, it seems that his cultivation is not profound, in fact, there are not many people who can be called Taoist monks, especially in later generations, there are too many fake monks who cheat money and drink too much, chanting scriptures in the temple during the day, and luxury car bars at night.

Saying that the monk Huiyuan is not lying, at least Daming Temple did open a health hall, just in the northeast corner of the temple, the place is not big, but it is clean.

The two women came to the health hall under the guidance of the young monk, and immediately more than a dozen children happily surrounded them, some men and women, the oldest was estimated to be only ten years old, and the youngest was only three or four years old.

"Sister Fairy is here, Sister Fairy ......" a group of children shouted happily around the young woman.

At this time, the woman wearing the power fence finally removed the power fence, revealing a stunning face with peerless elegance, and it was the famous prostitute Wang Cuiqiao of Qin Huai.

Qiu Yan opened the food box she was carrying, and Wang Cuiqiao smiled and distributed food such as snacks to the orphans, as well as small trinkets such as red head ropes for girls.

The young monk in charge of guiding the way was named Xu Hai, and his Dharma name was Pujing, and he was secretly looking at Wang Cuiqiao's side face at this time, and there was a volcanic heat hidden in his eyes.

"Little master, you can also taste it, this is the osmanthus cake made by our young lady herself." Qiu Yan handed the remaining piece of osmanthus cake in the food box to the young monk Pujing.

"Amitabha, the little monk thanked the female benefactor!" Pujing carefully took the osmanthus cake, but held it in his hand but did not eat it.

Wang Cuiqiao flicked the bangs in front of his forehead and asked suspiciously: "Little master, why are Jiang Zai and Fan Li missing?" They're not adults yet, are they? ”

Pu Jing lowered his head and said, "Jiang Zai and Fan Li have been adopted by the Jishan family. ”

Wang Cuiqiao sighed softly when she heard this, laughed like a spring breeze and nodded: "That's good, if the little master has something, you can go and get busy first!" ”

Pu Jing bowed and said, "In this way, the female donor will take care of herself." With that, he turned and left.

As soon as Pu Jing left, all the children immediately cheered, and while eating snacks, they invited Wang Cuiqiao and her two daughters to play games. Wang Cuiqiao also breathed a sigh of relief, I don't know why, Master Pujing is here, she always feels uncomfortable, and she feels that these children can't let go.

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The Tibetan scripture building is in the center of Daming Temple, surrounded by green trees, the peach blossoms bloom at the beginning of March, the wind blows, and the ground falls red.

Xu Jin followed Monk Huiyuan to the courtyard of the Tibetan Scripture Building, and saw an old monk in a robe, and a Confucian student in a white shirt meditating under the tree, both of whom had a lot of peach blossom petals on their heads.

The white-clothed Confucian is twenty years old, handsome, gentle and elegant, and it is the senior brother Wei Yuanzheng who has not been seen for nearly two years, and the old monk is about sixty or seventy years old, and his eyebrows are white, but his face is ruddy, and he is born with kind eyebrows, and it is estimated that he is the host of Daming Temple, Master Huijing.

Huiyuan was about to step forward to report, Xu Jin hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him, signaling that he didn't have to bother, he could wait slowly, the former bowed, retreated to the side and waited.

Xu Jin stood under the flower trees in the distance and leisurely enjoyed the surrounding scenery, Xie Erjian was lazily basking in the sun, and Xie Sangun's concentration was far behind, and he impatiently crushed the fallen flowers on the ground one by one.

About a quarter of an hour later, the old monk who was meditating suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Master Wei, what is on your shoulder?" ”

Wei Yang also opened his eyes, glanced at the peach blossoms on his shoulders, and replied, "Falling flowers!" ”

"Why do the flowers fall?" The old monk asked again.

"Flowers bloom and fall, and the four seasons change, which is the way of the cycle of heaven and earth!" Wei Yang replied.

The old monk shook his head and said, "It's not the flowers in front of you, but the flowers in your heart." Everything has a way of doing things, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such. ”

Wei Yang stood tall and said, "I've been taught, thank you for the master's advice!" ”

Xu Jin couldn't help but be speechless, that was a materialist, and naturally scoffed at this kind of seemingly mysterious idealism, but he would not raise the bar with other masters, stepped forward and smiled: "Shangrao Xu Jin, I have seen Huijing Zen Master, senior brother, after a long time, I have been fine!" ”