To visit this mysterious ancient temple hidden deep in the mountains, you have to walk a long and rugged mountain road.

It's hard for Jiang Yun to play, and her body bones have to suffer from mountaineering.

She looked up at the towering Wuxiang Mountain, and secretly complained in her heart.

"Wait for me at the bottom of the mountain." She said to the two maids.

If you bring Lan Qiandenong, it is a question whether the four of them can climb to the top of the mountain within today.

Lan Qian is still a child, and her body is weak, so don't let her be tired.

However, she thought so, and these two people were not happy.

Lan Qian tugged at her sleeve and coquettishly told her: "I don't, I want to follow you." "These two are simply going to be used to lawlessness. Dai Nong's face was full of unwillingness, and she looked at them helplessly.

"You're good, obedient." Jiang Yunyu coaxed her softly, "Buddha Gate Pure Land, it's not good for so many of us to disturb it." ”

Lan Qian agreed with a flat mouth.

Even if there is no age in the mountains, at this season, the leaves of the ginkgo biloba begin to turn yellow, and the eyes can see layers of broken gold.

It is said that this ginkgo tree has a history of nearly 1,000 years, and it is still standing tall after countless hardships and hardships.

When people from the bottom of the mountain come to visit, the first thing they see is often not the temple gate, but the flourishing ginkgo tree.

Jiang Yunyu took Lan Pavilion for a whole day, from the morning dew to the sunset, and finally when she was almost desperate, she was able to knock on the door of this thousand-year-old temple.

As if stones had been thrown into the calm water, these two visitors from afar brought a different kind of sound to this ancient temple that had been silent all year round.

I saw that the person who came to open the door was a young monk with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, wearing a light gray robe.

When he saw the two of them, he folded his hands and showed a very shallow smile.

"The abbot said that there would be a distinguished guest arriving today, and the little monk has been waiting for a long time."

Jiang Yunyu was panting, still trying her best not to lose her temper in front of people, she felt quite frightened, where is she a nobleman, but a lonely and helpless weak woman with a congenitally disabled child came here to seek medical advice.

And they coveted other people's scriptures.

"The little girl doesn't dare to call herself a distinguished guest, this bother," she glanced at the monk embarrassedly, "but there is something to ask for." ”

The young monk said gently: "Needless to say, please come with me." ”

"We ...... Where to go? Jiang Yunyu followed him and asked cautiously.

The monk didn't look back, but said lightly: "Please." ”

"Thank you."

She had fantasized about what the abbot of the Temple of Nothing would look like, but now that she saw it, she realized that she was really short-sighted, and lacked words, and all the words she knew in her life were not enough to describe the shock at this moment.

This enlightened monk is already drooping and old, his beard and hair are white, the corners of his eyes are drooping, but his eyes are still bright. He was dressed in a yellow robe and had a pair of wooden shoes under his feet. The whole person's temperament is stable and peaceful, although he talks to you in front of you, you feel that he is about to rise in the next moment.

"Master." Jiang Yunyu felt that what she said was disturbing his cultivation, and she said softly: "I came here to ask you for a scripture. ”

The abbot's voice was quiet: "It's okay, the female donor just said it." ”

"I wonder if your temple's Book of Doom can be passed on to outsiders?" She said apprehensively.

"The scriptures, like all other things, are nothing but things outside the body, and if the benefactor needs them, she will take them."

What's going on? Jiang Yunyu was shocked in her heart, didn't she say that the monks of Wuxiang Temple were the most eccentric and difficult to deal with? How can you talk so well?

She didn't know anything about this temple in her previous life, so she couldn't cope with it based on the experience of her previous life.

The old monk raised his eyes and swept her again, his tone did not fluctuate in the slightest, "You have to endure the pain of practicing this exercise, can you stand it?" ”

Jiang Yunyu knew that he had misunderstood, so she gently pushed Lan Ting from behind.

Lan Ting stepped forward, and the abbot turned his gaze to him.

The words that were often related to pain were the most incomprehensible to Lan Ting, so he looked at the white-bearded old monk blankly.

Jiang Yunyu replied for him, "Master can rest assured, his feelings of pain are different from ordinary people. ”

The abbot asked no more, he was not interested in these unemployed people.

"Go far." The abbot called, "Take him to the Scripture Pavilion." ”

It turned out that the young monk who brought them over was called Guiyuan, and he replied in a low voice: "Yes, master." ”

Lan Ting was not very old, and he was thinner than other children because of long-term malnutrition, so he was easily picked up by him, Jiang Yunyu saw him panicked, and comforted: "Don't be afraid, you go with him." ”

When the two of them walked away, Jiang Yunyu looked at the old monk: "The little girl still has something to understand, you say that I am a nobleman, why do you say this?" ”

The abbot clasped his hands together and said the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, it's not early, the female donor will go to the meditation room to rest first, and tomorrow the old man will tell the truth." ”