Early in the morning, after breakfast, the masters of the prince's mansion led the maids and women, escorted by the long attendants, and a group of people went to one of the three famous temples in Beijing, the Linggu Zen Temple located at the southeast foot of Zhongshan Zhongshan to make incense and make vows.

Guo Liangyuan still did not appear, and it is said that his body has not fully recovered, and he is afraid that he will not be able to stand it by the mountain wind.

Wang Liangyuan didn't go either, even if it was a sedan chair in the prince's mansion, it would be bumpy when walking on the mountain road, and although the six-month-old woman had a stable fetus, it was not suitable for such a toss.

There are also two or three Zhaoxun and Fengyi who stayed in the house because of the menstrual incident, in order to avoid blaspheming the Buddha, and did not follow.

Around this way, there are still eight or nine masters of each courtyard who can travel, plus Zhao Yaoying, Qin Xueyi and Sun Qingyang, three young ladies, some face-saving maids and grandmothers, and there are more than 20 vermilion lacquer carriages alone.

The rough envoy followed the car and walked on foot with the guards.

Sun Qingyang, Zhao Yaoying, and Qin Xueyi sat in a carriage, because they got up early in the morning, the three of them were all confused, nodded to each other and said hello and leaned on the cushion and fell asleep, as the carriage shook Sun Qingyang was directly confused, only to feel that someone kept leaning on her, pushing away for a while and coming over, her sleepy eyes couldn't be opened, so she tossed and turned in a daze, changing various postures to make herself more comfortable.

It wasn't until there was a faint sound of bells outside the carriage that I knew that I had arrived at the mountain gate of Linggu Zen Temple.

Seeing Sun Qingyang sit up and lift the curtain to look out, Zhao Yaoying said: "Don't look at it, there will be more than five miles of road after entering the mountain gate, so that you can get a glimpse of the Lingong Fansha, and after a while, you will have to get off the carriage and change to a small sedan chair, you have to see." ”

Sun Qingyang smiled embarrassedly, "The morning bell of this temple is so ringing, it spreads so far." ”

As she spoke, her teeth leaked and she couldn't pronounce clearly, so she covered her mouth with a handkerchief in frustration.

Zhao Yaoying's teeth are basically about to be replaced, although they are not like Sun Qingyang, who is not good at speaking because he lost his front teeth, but he has also suffered that kind of suffering, and smiled at her and said, "It's okay, it's all like this." It will grow soon. ”

Sun Qingyang made a thankful expression to her, but refused to speak.

Hearing the two of them talk, Qin Xueyi also woke up, and choked Sun Qingyang when she opened her mouth, "Of course, this is the 'First Zen Forest' of Emperor Taizu's own imperial book, you think it is those small temples under the city of Yongcheng." ”

Sun Qingyang nodded at her in agreement, but did not speak.

Qin Xueyi's front teeth grew early, and she forgot the pain after the scars, and she didn't remember that she had such a miserable experience, so she felt that Sun Qingyang looked down on herself, and even more disliked her picking her nose and eyes.

The carriage stopped, Qin Xueyi couldn't care about being picky about Sun Qingyang, and hurriedly sat down and took a small bronze mirror to sort out her makeup.

Zhao Yaoying also reached out to help the hairpin on the sideburns and straightened her dress.

Hearing the mother-in-law outside, Sun Qingyang had already lifted the curtain and jumped down.

I thought they had come early, but there were already pilgrims in front of the mountain gate, mostly women, with children, and some gorgeous carriages and horses.

In front of the mountain gate, I changed a small sedan chair to the main hall, all the way I smelled the smell of sandalwood, and the hall of Linggu Zen Temple was like a cloud, magnificent, the pagoda towered, and the pine wood towered to the sky.

Linggu Temple covers an area of about 500 acres, more than 1,000 monks, the gate is a three-arch foyer, covered with green glazed tiles, both sides are red walls, the middle door is inscribed with "Linggu Shengjing", the two sides of the door are written "Songsheng", "Quantao", there is a long more than 30 zhang in the south of the gate, it is said that Ming Taizu called 10,000 soldiers to dig into the crescent-shaped release pool, enter the gate, cross the rain road is the imposing immeasurable hall, enshrine the immeasurable Buddha.

"The street in front of this temple, clapping hands and moving forward, is like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, and the strings are like a pipa, so it is also called 'Pipa Street'." While walking Xuanji, he introduced Sun Qingyang and them.

Xuanji is a face-saving maid in the Prince's Mansion, and this Linggu Temple has been with the masters a few times, so she is more clear about the situation in the temple.

After getting off the sedan chair in front of the foyer, the prince and his party were led into the main hall by the monk and presided over Hui Jinqin to greet him.

"This host is so young." Yun Shi, who was following behind, muttered quietly.

In fact, the host of Linggu Zen Temple, Hui Jin, is not young, but Yun Shi thinks that the host should be like the old monk with white beard and white hair in the Yongcheng Temple, who looks like a fairy wind and bones, and he can't help but feel a little disappointed when he sees Hui Jin in his fifties.