It was another early morning, a slight cold wind howled, swept over the surface of the Bianhe River, ripples, a section of the wharf in Bianliang City, it was still a prosperous and lively scene, the sky was only white, and the business travelers who came here to transport goods and extract them had crowded most of the wharf.

On the side of the wharf, in front of a passenger ship ready to depart, Chu Jian said his final goodbye to his family, Chu Luo was busy with official business, or he was unwilling to express his feelings in front of people, so he did not come to see him off, only Mrs. Hui and Chu Zhen took a few servants to say goodbye to Chu Jian on the dock.

"Jian'er, after you get to the place, don't forget to ask someone to send a letter to report safety." Gently smoothing out the wrinkles of Chu Jian's clothes, Mrs. Hui's beautiful eyes flashed with a trace of sadness.

"Thrifty has written it down." Chu Jian's nose was sour, and Sese shed a few tears.

"Qiu'er, I'll take care of you in the future." Holding a young man with clear eyebrows in her hand, Mrs. Hui whispered: "If you have suffered anything from Jian'er, just tell me." ”

"Not really." Jiao glanced at Chu Jian shyly, and then Qiu'er's tone was low, and her beautiful eyes burst into tears and said, "Otherwise, Qiu'er won't leave and will stay by your side." ”

"Silly boy......." Mrs. Hui naturally comforted.

"Big brother, take care of yourself, remember to write to me often." Chu Zhen on the side said softly: "If you can't stay in Mount Tai anymore, even if you come back, I guess everyone won't blame you." ”

"Second brother, are you cursing me?" Chu Jian suddenly laughed a little, and the sadness of parting seemed to fade.

"Well, if you don't want to go home too early, you can also travel around to learn and see the magnificent scenery of the Great Song Dynasty." Chu Zhen smiled lightly: "If you see anything strange, just remember to ask someone to give it to me." ”

"Second brother, I'm here to study, not to play." Chu Jian said with a wry smile.

"Lord, the ship is ready to leave." A servant hurried over to report.

"Mother, second brother, I'm leaving." Sadness and sadness surged into his heart again, and Chu Jian said gloomily.

"Jian'er, go all the way." Mrs. Hui couldn't hold back her tears.

opened his mouth, but Chu Jian didn't make a sound, waved his hand lightly, and resolutely turned around and walked towards the passenger boat leaning on the edge of the dock.

"Mrs. Hui, second son, Qiu'er has gone." Qiu'er said with a hint of sobbing, looking back and walking step by step.

The slogan of the boatman sounded, and the passenger ship slowly drifted away with the waves, and the breeze rolled up, adding a bit of gloom, and in a blink of an eye, the passenger ship had gradually disappeared into the sky.

"Mother, let's go back too." With a long sigh and a warm up, Chu Zhi said softly, casually signaling the servant next to him to prepare to carry the sedan chair.

"Qian'er, my mother wants to go to Xiangguo Temple to pray for the thrifty child." Gently wiping the tears from her face with her sleeve, Mrs. Hui said softly.

"That's fine, I'll go with you." Of course, Chu Zhen would not object, waved his hand to let the servant carry the sedan chair over, helped Mrs. Hui into the sedan chair, explained the destination to the servant, and then followed the sedan chair and walked leisurely towards the Daxiangguo Temple.

Although it was early in the morning, there were not a few good men and women who went to the Daxiangguo Temple to worship incense, and the market vendors who did business in front of the temple also set up stalls early, tearing their throats and drinking hard.

Chu quality with the sedan chair into the temple gate, only to see the wall in front of the wall of the tile pillar is still the same, the painting beam eaves are still the same, the bucket arch is still stacked, a piece of golden and brilliant appearance, just enter the temple gate, there is a guest monk greeted out.

"I don't know if the donor is incense or worshipping Buddha?" Unlike the fat-headed and big-eared monk in front of the temple, this monk is young, but he seems to be polite, and he is obviously very familiar with the things that are ushered in.

"Worship the Buddha." Chu Zhen also understands that entering the incense is to worship outside the main hall, and then go up a few pillars of incense, but the Buddha is not so simple, to enter the inner hall, accompanied by a special person, it seems that you can also ask for divination and hexagrams, and the monks will explain the signature, etc., there are many etiquettes, and the sesame oil money is naturally more.

"I wonder which Buddha and Bodhisattva the donor believes in?" When the monk heard this, he was naturally happy in his heart, and his attitude became more gentle, and he knew that it was a big family by looking at the demeanor and dress of the person, and the sesame oil money was naturally indispensable.

Daxiangguo Temple covers an area of more than 500 acres, has jurisdiction over dozens of Zen, law institutes, more than 1,000 monks, in order to better serve the public, increase believers, the Buddha and Bodhisattva enshrined in the temple will naturally not be only a few.

This Chu quality is not accurate, he has no faith, and hurriedly and quietly asked Mrs. Hui.

"I heard that the divination of the Heavenly King Hall is the most effective, and there are many people who come to ask for peace." Mrs. Hui said softly.

Hearing the instructions, Chu Zhen said without hesitation: "Go to the Heavenly King Palace." ”

It turns out that there is really a female dependent, see the sedan chair monk guessed a few points, after hearing the voice, no doubt in the heart, hurriedly respectfully lead the way in front, as a temple that accepts believers from all over the world, Daxiangguo Temple naturally has no rules that female dependents are not allowed to enter, after all, relatively speaking, the vast majority of pilgrims who come to the temple to make incense and make wishes are women, and they are also the most willing to give, if there is this provision, I am afraid that the incense of Daxiangguo Temple will be bleak a lot.

There are five rooms and three doors in the Tianwang Hall of Daxiangguo Temple, the eaves in the hall pick the corner, the yellow glazed tile covers the top, there is a statue of Maitreya Buddha sitting in the center, the eyebrows are kind and kind, the smile is open, sitting on the lotus pot, there are the four heavenly kings standing on both sides, they are all round eyes and angry eyes, the tiger is eyeing, there is the potential to destroy all the evil in the world.

Coming to the inner hall, with the support of Chu Zhen, Mrs. Hui slowly walked out of the sedan chair, and her beautiful face and gentle and elegant temperament immediately attracted the attention of the pilgrims next to her.

"Master, is there a quiet room here?" There were many people, and Chu Zhen was very uncomfortable being stared at, so he immediately looked back and asked the monk next to him, and at the same time handed over a small string of copper coins.

The meditation room is a place for pilgrims to rest, which is elegantly decorated, with tea and snacks, and you can also ask monks to explain Buddhist scriptures for themselves, meditate and participate in Zen.

"Please come with the little monk." Very skillfully took the copper coin, the monk did not see the slightest clue on his face, he was still so calm and indifferent, his hands were folded, and he shook it, causing the road in front.

"A few of you are waiting outside." Chu Zhen gave an order, helped Mrs. Hui, and followed the monk to turn a few corners, and came to a quiet room that was cleaned up and filled with sandalwood.

The furnishings of the quiet room are very simple, a mat, a few chairs, a few plates of seasonal fruits and melons, snacks and tea on the coffee table, and there is a portrait of the Buddha on the wall that is vivid and full of kindness, and there is a small offering table under the portrait, on which there are green lamps and incense wax, and a delicate copper incense burner.

"If the donor has any instructions, just call the little monk to come." The monk retreated very interestingly, and when he walked out of the quiet room, he took the door with him.

"Qian'er, come with me to pray for your eldest brother and Qiu'er." Pulling out a few pillars of incense and lighting them, closing them in the palm of her hand, Mrs. Hui respectfully worshiped the Buddha statue in the painting.