Gu Fanghua stabilized her mind and said with a smile: "How could Master Juekong's appearance be ruined? It doesn't look like a sword wound. ”

"Princess, in his early years, Senior Brother Juekong was seriously injured by rolling down the mountain, and when Master Lao Gu collected medicine to save him, he was like a three-year-old child. Later, I brought him back, but it was inconvenient to see guests, so I guarded the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion full-time. ”

Master Jueming said carefully, Gu Fanghua didn't really care.

If his face was covered with sword wounds, it might be some kind of origin, or some kind of origin. And now the piece on his face is obviously a bruise, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Master Jueming, can I go into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to have a look?"

The abbot of Jueming saluted and said, "Of course, please feel free to the princess." Upstairs there are also some scriptures and books that have been filled in by the junior and younger brothers over the years, and the princess can watch them. ”

Sanqi went in first, and after some investigation, Gu Fanghua slowly stepped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The faint sandalwood, mixed with the fragrance of book and ink, smells very good, refreshing and not boring. Gu Fanghua looked at the neat scriptures, stacked them on the shelves, and nodded secretly.

Although this master of the void is ugly, he is very good at taking care of it.

Along the "squeaky" wooden ladder, Gu Fanghua walked up to the second floor, and there was a row of windows on the east side, which looked very bright.

On the south side of the wall, there is a neat wooden frame, on which are not only books, but also bamboo slips, wooden coffins, parchment paper and other items. Come to think of it, it's a collection of all kinds of scriptures from all over the place.

The west wall is also a wooden frame, just a foot shorter than the wooden frame on the south wall, and there are dozens of boxes of different sizes on it.

Gu Fanghua was a little curious, walked over and looked at the boxes, and asked, "Master Jueming, what are these boxes for?" Or did you put some treasures? ”

"Princess, the box is empty, but it is only used to hold the scriptures when someone asks for them."

I don't know if Gu Fanghua heard it wrong, but I always felt a little ashamed in Master Jueming's words, and there seemed to be something hidden.

Mei Ziran, who had not spoken, was suddenly surprised: "Could it be that this is the origin of the Golden Sutra of Zhulin Temple?" ”

"The Golden Sutra of Zhulin Temple? What is it? ”

Gu Fanghua looked at Mei Ziran in confusion, a little excited. This cousin of the Mei family is usually indifferent, and only the ancient books of calligraphy and painting that he likes show his love.

Mei Ziran's voice was brisk, and she said a little excitedly: "There is a golden scripture in Zhulin Temple, which is a scripture written with good cold smoke and ink mixed with gold powder. Not only is the font style unique, but also timeless, and the color is bright.

But it's hard to find, and sometimes you can't get a copy a year. When the Queen Mother came, my grandmother gave me a set of golden scriptures "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra". ”

Master Jueming folded his head, bowed his head and said: "Amitabha, Young Master Mei guessed well, the scriptures enshrined by Old Lady Mei were copied by Senior Brother Juekong. ”

Gu Fanghua thought about it, as if she had seen such a scripture at her grandmother's place.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at the small table under the east window, and there were still pressed scriptures, so he simply walked over to see what was unique about this golden scripture.

This scripture, thinking of Master Juekong, has already been copied halfway. Gu Fanghua flipped through a few pages casually, and was a little surprised for a while.

The font is square and round, and it is flat and stable. Coupled with the cold smoke ink black and shiny, the gold powder is mixed with it to make it more luster, and there is a sense of low-key luxury, no wonder it is called the Golden Sutra.

"Master Juekong's handwriting is so beautiful, I don't know who I learned from?"

Gu Fanghua has seen a lot of words, whether it is the Confucianism of Hanlin or the calligraphy of the past dynasties. Even Brother Rong Ling and Xiao Yao's are indistinguishable from this word.

After Master Juekong saluted slightly, his eyes calmed and said, "I don't know." ”

Abbot Jueming was afraid that Gu Fanghua would be displeased, so he hurriedly explained: "Princess, don't blame me, Senior Brother Juekong, he is telling the truth. When Master rescued him, he was like a three-year-old child, and he didn't remember anything from the past. ”

"I don't remember, can you still write this good hand?"

Gu Fanghua also heard that there are those who break their heads, but most of them are dementia. Like Master Juekong, there are almost no people who can talk normally and write well.

Master Juekong accepted it calmly, and Gu Fanghua's eyes patrolled.

Neither humble nor arrogant replied: "This poor monk doesn't know, looking at these scriptures, as if he knows these words, and when he lifts the pen, it seems that he was born to write. ”

Gu Fanghua thought for a moment and said with a smile: "That Juekong Master, doesn't he have a bit of a background?" Has Abbot Jueming ever looked for a relative? ”

"Back to the princess, Master also inquired around back then, but there was no news. Besides, where the younger brother was rescued, several surrounding villages were destroyed by flash floods, and no one knew him. ”

Since the abbot of Jueming said so, Gu Fanghua is not easy to get to the bottom of it.

"It seems that Master Juekong has a fate with the Buddha, so he has this great calamity and immortality. I don't know if the master can copy a volume of the "Jizo Honwan Sutra" for me. ”

Master Juekong lowered his head and said, "The day before yesterday, I happened to copy a copy of the "Jizo Ben Sutra", and you can take it. ”

"Thank you, Master Juekong."

Gu Fanghua took the small box handed over by Master Juekong, and handed it to Forsythia with both hands. I inadvertently saw the abbot of Jueming, who looked a little painful, and I had a heart for a while.

He didn't say how much he gave alms, he turned around and went down to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

When returning to the Plum Garden, Gu Fanghua looked back slightly and saw Master Juekong's wide monk's robe fluttering in the wind, with a unique bearing. I always feel a little related, but I can't say why.

At lunchtime, I have to say that the Laba porridge in Zhulin Temple is indeed very good.

The custom of drinking Laba porridge on Laba Festival comes from Buddhism. In order not to forget the suffering of the Buddha before his enlightenment, and to commemorate the Buddha's enlightenment and enlightenment on the eighth day of December, he commemorated it with food on this day.

The Laba porridge of Zhulin Temple, also known as "Qibao Five-Flavor Porridge", not only uses rice, millet, glutinous rice, red dates, lotus seeds, peanuts, longan, but also uses red beans, mung beans, soybeans, corn, barley, which is particularly sweet and smooth.

Not only Zhong Taojiao drank four bowls, but even Gu Fanghua added two bowls in a row.

Aunt Dongchun said with a smile: "In the past, the princess didn't like what the imperial dining room did, but now in this poor and remote country, the princess likes it." ”

Gu Fanghua said with a smile: "Maybe it's this tranquility and peace in the temple, I don't think the cousin of the Mei family is using much, let people make some more noodles." ”

Mei Ziran never thought that Gu Fanghua still cared about herself, and smiled embarrassedly.

"Princess, don't bother. I just don't like sweet porridge, I see that the Guards have sprout buns, and people keep a plate. ”

As he was talking, Father-in-law Qian came in and saluted: "Back to the princess, if the color changes today, I am afraid that I must leave as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to travel on the mountain road in the rain." ”

"Well, let's go."

As soon as she walked to the door, Gu Fanghua remembered something again, and said with a smile: "Aunt Dongchun, you go and give another three thousand taels of silver." Just now I took the Golden Sutra, and I saw that his flesh was in pain, and it was difficult for him to speak. ”