Song Jianqiu followed the little novice who led the way in the backyard of the temple, and soon after, he came to an ordinary house.

This house is no different from all the antique buildings in the temple, it is nothing more than a plaque with three golden characters written "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" hanging above the wooden door painted with vermilion lacquer.

It can be said here that it is the collection of scriptures of Lingyan Temple, in addition to not allowing outsiders to enter, it belongs to the important place of Lingyan Temple, in fact, there is not much mystery, and the collection inside is also a variety of Buddhist scriptures, and there is no martial arts cheats and the like.

However, in addition to some new prints, there are also some uncommon and even anonymous scriptures.

Although she didn't want to be a bhikshuni, she was attracted by her own Buddha nature, and these nameless scriptures attracted her very strongly.

But fortunately, although some of them forget to sleep and eat, the temple will ring the bell every day, generally once every half an hour, although the bell is not as loud as the bell of the temple, but it is enough for all the monks in the temple to hear, as long as you remember how many times you have struck, you can naturally know what time it is.

When the time comes, no matter how reluctant she is, she will put down the scriptures and leave the Scripture Pavilion.

This can be regarded as getting rid of a kind of thought, right?

After leading Song Jianqiu to the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Xiao Shami saluted and left again.

After returning the salute, she pushed the door open and walked in.

The scripture pavilion is very clean, and there are rows of bookshelves displaying scriptures one by one.

Although the main body of Lingyan Temple has a history of several hundred years, the surrounding houses and buildings are all expanding with the times, especially after the turbulent ten years, the books here are mostly new books sold directly, some have been read, and some are still brand new.

In addition, there are copies of the handwritten by the monks of the temple, there are calligraphy characters, there are also pen characters and even ballpoint pen writing, and the handwriting style is also ever-changing, varied, through the handwriting on the cover, you can distinguish it from a pile of printed fonts at a glance.

When Song Jianqiu looked through the scriptures, she would usually look for this kind of manuscript, because she was not only reading the scriptures, but also appreciating the words of the copyist.

For her, it can be regarded as a kind of learning.

Re-found the book he read yesterday, Song Jianqiu took it off the shelf, then came to the reading room, sat down under the bench, turned on the LED lamp, and read it seriously.

As she read, she meditated in her heart, so that even if she closed the book, she could completely recall the contents of the book, and the feeling was as if it was engraved in her mind.

As time went by, one after another, there would be monks in the temple who came in to read books, and everyone watched with their desks on the table open, and they were very quiet and would not make a sound to disturb.

In such a group of monks wearing monk robes and bald heads, Song Jianqiu, who has long black hair with a shawl, is particularly eye-catching.

However, after learning that this girl was the Buddha girl who was spread in the Buddhist sect in the world, after the initial surprise, the monks gradually got used to her existence, and no one would keep staring at her rudely.

Under the concentration, time flies very quickly, and quietly, it is already a few hours past.

When the bell rang, Song Jianqiu came back to his senses and looked at the time on his mobile phone, it was already half past five in the afternoon.

It's summer, the days are long and the nights are short, and even if it's past seven o'clock, it's still white and bright, let alone half past five.

At this point in time, the sun outside is not so scorching, and it is the best time to set up the flower stand and start sketching.

Song Jianqiu sandwiched a blue bookmark he bought in the book, and after closing it, only a piece of red rope was left outside.

She put the book back in its original place, then carried her room to the door, and the backpack with her easel and tools went out of the door of the Scripture Pavilion.

She walked out along the road she had come, and the monks and monks she occasionally met along the way would salute her, and if outsiders saw it, I am afraid it would be very difficult to understand what kind of status she had in this Lingyan Temple, and she would be so respected.

In fact, it was herself, and she also felt a little inexplicable, but she probably felt that it was probably Master Jingshi who said something, so the people in Lingyan Temple respected her so much.

But even so, she still underestimated the influence of Master Jingshi, the abbot of Lingyan Temple, in the Buddhist sect in the world, and her praise for being called a Buddha girl is not just a nickname.

But to understand clearly, it is estimated that it will be later.

Of course, she didn't think so much at this time, and only went up the winding stone stairs all the way to the highest, core, and oldest place of Lingyan Temple, which is the place where the name of Lingyan Temple comes from: Lingyan Ancient Temple.

There were no crowds of tourists, and she soon reached the top and saw the huge stone.

Of course, she now knows from Tang Xiaoyun's mouth that this stone is extraordinary, it is said that it is an unborn magic weapon conceived in the rock, which belongs to the things conceived by heaven and earth, in the realm, whether it is Taoism or Buddhism, there are many people who want to obtain it, but more than 100 years have passed now, it is still in place, and no one can take it away.

Maybe it's because the destined person it expects hasn't arrived, or maybe it's because it has already given birth to a spirit and doesn't want to be born.

Anyway, it has stayed in Lingyan Temple for hundreds of years, and now, it has been smoky all day long, and the surface is covered with a thick layer of incense ash, and there is also green moss on it, which looks like an ordinary stone.

Standing at the gate of this century-old temple, Song Jianqiu watched for a while, then did not go in, but turned around and came to the open space on the left side of the ancient temple, put his backpack in a relatively clean place, and then took out easel pencils and other painting tools from it in turn.

The reason why she chose to come here is not to watch the Lingyan, but because this is the highest place in the Lingyan Mountain, the best sight, overlooking from here, you can see the entire Lingyan Temple from a close look, and you can see the city buildings under the mountain from afar, which is very convenient for sketching.

This place was also discovered yesterday, in the past, she was looking for a perspective inside or outside the temple, and after finding this place, she was ready to paint here in the future, as long as she kept adjusting the perspective, it was enough for her not to have to shift her position for a long time.

The easel has been erected, the paper has been laid, the paint has been blended, and the brushes have been prepared.

Finally, she took out a rubber band, bit it in her mouth, and then pulled her long hair back with both hands, grabbed it with one hand, and took the rubber band with the other, and tied the long hair of the shawl.

This mountain is high and windy, if you don't tie it up like this, your hair will always block your vision, and it will be very troublesome to keep pushing it to the side with her hands, so she will simply prick it directly, and it will be much easier at once.

Originally, she should have cut off her hair a long time ago, but to be honest, she is a soft-hearted person, especially when Mother Song held her in her arms and persuaded her not to cut it, saying that girls should have long hair to look good.

After a few times, she relented and promised not to cut it off, but she agreed that her hair should not be too long, and if it exceeded the shawl, she would have to trim it, and continue to maintain the hairstyle of bob.

(End of chapter)