Back in the Shuijing Nunnery, Li Zhiyan saw that there were many pilgrims in the small nunnery temple before.

Although it is located in the depths of the mountain, it is not easy to come here, but these pilgrims don't care about this anymore.

After Li Zhiyan came back, he was invited by Xiao Ni to the Huici meditation room.

In the meditation room, there is more than one Huici.

Dingzhen is also in it.

When he saw Li Zhiyan, he got up and smiled, folded his hands, and called the Buddha's name.

"Juechen, we meet again."

His voice was gentle, and there was a hint of guilt in his eyes.

Li Zhiyan saluted Hui Ci, then turned to him and said lightly: "After a long time, the style of the master is better than that day." ”

Dingzhen, who had traveled all over the world before, now returned to Guoming Temple and served as the abbot again.

But this position was originally his.

It's just that he couldn't get used to what Guoming Temple did back then, and he was powerless to change, so he resigned and left, and began to travel all over the world.

In the past, there were still many monks in Guoming Temple who were unwilling to listen to him.

Now, his dissidents have been eradicated.

Dingzhen's face remained unchanged, and he only smiled: "Senior Sister Huici's Shui Jing'an, hasn't the number of pilgrims increased dramatically in recent days?" ”

"Is there an increase in pilgrims, and how?" Hui Ci was not happy, "Senior brother, I'm even more worried, if we don't take some measures, I'm afraid that the fake Buddha will still appear." ”

Although the influence of Buddhism has been greatly reduced, this dynasty still only values Buddhism.

The old emperor still believed in the truth.

In addition, many of the Buddhist monks who united with them this time had to join forces with them because their own interests had already been damaged.

These monks, who have been trusted by the people and have shown in front of the people how they have endured hardships and endured humiliation, will still have a huge impact once they start to follow the path of false Buddhahood.

Dingzhen sighed and twisted the Buddha beads silently.

He's just a monk.

To be able to achieve today's point is already due to the right time, place and people.

If it weren't for the fight between the Zhou family and the Yan family, he would have taken out the evidence in his hand, and without the support of the DPRK and China, he would not have been able to raise up the destruction of false Buddhas nationwide.

Li Zhiyan stood beside Hui Ci and listened to Hui Ci and Dingzhen turn to talk about Buddhism.

Both of them are profound people in Buddhism, and there are countless Zen machines in their words, and Li Zhiyan can not understand much.

It was getting late, and he said goodbye and left, and Huici sent him out of the nunnery.

There were also some pilgrims in the nunnery, looking at the three of them curiously.

Dingzhen and Huiben are well known.

Both of them were enlightened people, and the pilgrims wanted to come to greet them, but they were a little afraid to disturb the master.

Among them, there are several people's eyes that always move to Li Zhiyan, with doubts.

Just when Dingzhen left, Li Zhiyan and Huici were about to return to the meditation room, several people who had deliberately cared about Li Zhiyan stepped forward quickly, saluted, and asked Li Zhiyan if he was Li Shoucheng's daughter.

Li Zhiyan was stunned.

Her identity shouldn't be known by so many people.

Anyway, in the past, she was a daughter who lived in the boudoir, and she didn't show her head much.

How many people can easily reveal her identity?

As if he was worried that she would misunderstand, the first person said: "I am originally from the Shen family, and my name is Shen Yifan." I came here a few days ago just to find Lord Li's daughter. ”

Li Zhiyan looked at a few more people.

This time, she saw it.

These people are indeed somewhat similar to the Shen family between their eyebrows and eyes.

On the side, a little nun came over and said in a low voice: "They have all come to the nunnery to offer incense in the past few days, and they have been here for a day." ”

Hui Ci said to the Buddha: "Juechen, you can talk to them in the back yard." ”

With that, she stepped inside.

Li Zhiyan lowered his eyes and led a few people to the rear yard.

There is a small gazebo here.

Several people entered the back, and their eyes didn't dare to look around.

Shen Yifan didn't dare to forget to look at other places, so he had to follow Li Zhiyan carefully.

There was also Xiao Ni, who thoughtfully prepared tea and brought it.

This is also due to the fact that there are many pilgrims during this time, and the things that greet guests in the nunnery are prepared and available at any time.

Holding the tea, Shen Yifan was not very comfortable.

"Li ......"

Seeing that Li Zhiyan's face was not good, he hurriedly changed his words: "Juechen, we came this time, but in fact, my aunt wrote us a letter before she died, so that we can find you in the future and give you this letter." ”

As he spoke, he took out a letter from his bosom.

The handwriting on the envelope is familiar.

Li Zhiyan stared at it blankly, and forgot to take it over for a while.

After Shen married Li Shoucheng, he rarely returned to his ancestral hometown.

There are not many people from the Shen family who come to the capital.

For this reason, Li Zhiyan really didn't know what other relatives he had on the Shen family's side.

"Juechen?"

Shen Yifan's puzzled voice pulled her thoughts back.

After thanking her, she took the letter and was not in a hurry to open it.

"How many donors, I don't know if there is anything else?"

Shen Yifan hesitated for a moment and said with a wry smile: "It's nothing, since the letter has been delivered, it's time for us to leave." ”

One of the people who followed him exclaimed, "Big brother?!" ”

This person still wanted to speak, but Shen Yifan turned around and glared at him fiercely: "Shut up!" Go back! ”

The man lowered his head aggrievedly and secretly glanced at Shen Yifan out of the corner of his eye.

Li Zhiyan knew in his heart that the few people must have other purposes.

It's just that Shen Yifan didn't say anything, so she pretended not to know anything, and sent a few people out of the nunnery, and then returned to the room and took out the letter left by Shen.

When Shen is seriously ill, there should be nothing to talk about between mother and daughter.

Li Zhiyan really couldn't understand why Shen had to deliberately hand over the letter to others and send it back in a circle.

However, this letter is still so many years late.

She carefully looked at the envelope to make sure that it had not been opened without permission, and then carefully opened the letter.

Zhan Xin, the handwriting inside is a little weak.

Presumably, Shen was so sick that it was difficult to even write.

"Yan'er, do you see Xinjia? Presumably, when I saw this letter, my mother had been dead for a long time. ”

A sour feeling surged up from Li Zhiyan's heart and spread to his nose and eyes.

"My mother wrote a letter to one of my nephews. This nephew's name is Shen Yifan. He has followed his parents to the capital several times, and his mother has never let you meet him, but his mother has inspected him a few times. ”

"At the beginning, your father was in power. Although my mother intends to let you marry my mother's family, our two families will be close to each other in the future, but my mother also knows that your father must have other considerations for your marriage. Moreover, the Shen family is also barely a prominent family in the local area, and if it is put in the capital, the Shen family is nothing. How could your father say yes? ”

"Later, my mother wants you to become a monk to avoid trouble, so how can I think about marriage for you again?"

On the letter, there is also a little ink rendering.

Probably because Shen was holding the pen at the time, he didn't know how to write down, so he let the tip of the pen hang on the paper.

"My mother still wants to destroy this letter. These words seem to be something that my mother shouldn't have said to you. ”

"My mother thought about it again and again, and then I felt that I would tell you."

"Yan'er, do you know?"