In the apse, after Lin handed over a stack of thick silver tickets to the master next to the merit box, he sat down in front of several cases in a Buddhist hall, and Mingyu brought more than a dozen Buddhist scriptures and placed them in front of Lin.

At Mingyu's suggestion, Xia Qian sat down next to Lin in front of another few cases, and Lin flipped through those Buddhist scriptures, picked a copy of the Lotus Sutra and threw it to Xia Qian.

The pen and ink on the several cases are prepared, and it is enough to copy the scriptures on paper.

Xia Qian picked up the Lotus Sutra and quickly flipped through it, memorizing all the words on it in her mind.

When she was about to pick up the pen to write, she found that Lin was staring at her angrily.

"This is a Buddhist scripture, you give me a little heart, copy it carefully one stroke at a time, one by one, dare to copy a wrong word, I will let you have no food for a day!"

"Yes!"

Xia Qian lowered her head and copied the Buddhist scriptures on the paper word by word.

Her strokes are clear and smooth, and her handwriting is delicate and handsome, so in order not to arouse Lin's suspicion, she also intends to look up at the scriptures every time she writes a sentence.

Despite this, when a copy of the Lotus Sutra was finished, Lin had just copied two pages.

Finding that Xia Qian had quickly copied the Lotus Sutra, Lin took the dozen pages of scripture that had not dried and looked at it.

This glance killed half of the disdain on her face, and she cried out in surprise, who had always been strong and tricky.

Not to mention Xia Qian's handwriting is handsome and amazing, there is no mistake in punctuation, let alone writing a wrong word.

Let's say that she is attentive, and it is almost the same as reciting the Lotus Sutra seriously at this speed, where can I have time to see my heart.

Let's say she doesn't care, this stroke, including the punctuation, is impeccable.

In black and white, horizontal and vertical, there is nothing that does not subvert her opinion of Xia Qian.

Lin thought about it for a while, and took two more Buddhist scriptures from the table and gave them to her.

Xia Qian was still neither humble nor arrogant, sitting there dignified and writing stroke by stroke.

This time, she deliberately slowed down a lot, almost writing four or five words before glancing up at the scriptures.

After copying the two Buddhist scriptures, she turned her head to look at Lin's table, and found that Lin's copied scriptures were still two pages, but there were six or seven more pieces of waste paper on the corner of the table.

- She made a mistake no less than six times!

"Alas, people are old and dazzled, and they are useless!"

Lin sighed, threw all the scriptures on the table to Xia Qian, and walked out of the apse by himself.

"The old lady praises you!"

Mingyu Mansion got down, secretly explained to Xia Qian, and ran out of the apse.

Without Lin and Mingyu staring, Xia Qian quickly skimmed through more than a dozen scriptures, and fell silent in one breath.

After packing up the scriptures she had copied, she sent the dozen or so Buddhist scriptures back to the Buddhist scripture cabinet in front of the hall.

Suddenly, an old, thick booklet came into her eyes, densely packed with Sanskrit.

Xia Qian hesitated for a moment, took out the thick booklet and flipped two pages, thinking that it should be a Buddhist scripture.

She held the Buddhist scripture written in Sanskrit and sat back on her case.

Combined with the Sanskrit symbols of the "Diamond Sutra" that he saw in Lin's room last time, Xia Qian soon found that this was the Sanskrit version of the "Tripitaka Sutra".

She recognized the three words "Tripitaka", but there was no such scripture in the dozen or so scriptures she had just copied, so she still couldn't understand the meaning of this scripture.

Corresponding to the Sanskrit she saw last time in the Qingtian Palace's Mansion and Lin's study, she didn't have much of a breakthrough with the words on the stone tablets in the Palace.

Touching the Sanskrit symbols in front of her, she wondered if she should find a Chinese version of the Tripitaka to see.

"Can the girl read the burning text?"

A deep voice sounded from behind her, and Xia Qian looked back to find an old monk looking at her with a smile.

This person lies on the silkworm eyebrows, the eyes of the stars and the moon, the appearance is dignified, the smile is peaceful, at first glance, there is a bit of the serenity and affinity of the Buddha statue.

"I don't understand, I just think these words are beautiful!"

"Sanskrit is not easy to write or recognize, but it has the beauty of movement and silence. The girl's handwriting is good, can you help the poor monk copy a piece of Sanskrit? ”

"Copying Sanskrit?" Xia Qian looked at him puzzled.

This Sanskrit word comes from India, the holy land of Buddhism, and all the scriptures are translated into Sanskrit before they are translated into Chinese characters. It's just that there are fewer and fewer Sanskrit scriptures handed down, and if a piece of Sanskrit can be enshrined in front of the temple after the reconstruction of Fahua Temple, it is also a great merit. There's Miss Lao!"

This person's peaceful smile is difficult to refuse, she originally came to copy the scriptures, copying Chinese and Sanskrit is not much different for her, Xia Qian thought of this, so she readily agreed.

After carefully reading the Sanskrit on this "Tripitaka Sutra", Xia Qian picked up the pen and wrote it carefully.

"The girl has a talent for unforgettable?"

Xia Qian's arm trembled, and a drop of ink fell on the paper, just now he was just thinking about copying the next page of Sanskrit, and he forgot to hide himself.

"Abbot Yuanyi!" Lin's voice came from the door.

"Mrs. Huo!"

"I heard that the abbot will open the altar tomorrow to chant the scriptures, and I caught up early this morning!"

"Mrs. Huo has a heart. As soon as the Fahua Temple was rebuilt, the lady offered a lot of money, and recently copied so many scriptures, which is already immeasurable. Hearing Jing Yuan, Mrs. came to worship incense today, and the poor monk came to see it and thanked Mrs. in person! ”

Xia Qian took advantage of the conversation between the two to gently crumple the page of paper that fell on the ink and quietly stuffed it into her sleeve.

Yuanyi's eyes fell on Xia Qian, and he couldn't help laughing out loud at her childlike behavior.

"I heard that your son married a good wife, presumably this is?"

"A good wife?" Lin glanced at Xia Qian with disdain, and said mockingly: "It's quite idle, so I brought her to copy the scriptures and sharpen her temperament!" ”

Yuanyi picked up the Chinese Buddhist scriptures that Xia Qian had copied before, flipped through them carefully, and praised her seriously to the Lin family.

Although the Lin family was dissatisfied with Xia Qian, when he saw this thick stack of hand-copied scriptures, he couldn't help but praise two sentences.

"Old Mrs. Huo, the poor monk asked for a reluctant request for Fahua Temple, I wonder if Mrs. can fulfill it?"

"The abbot is highly respected, and the Fahua Temple is a holy place for Buddhism, if it is a useful place, the abbot commands!"

Yuanyi's request was indeed unexpected—to have Xia Qian copy the Sanskrit Tripitaka on the walls of the temple.

Fahua Temple is a royal temple, and with the grace of the emperor, officials and their families above the third rank can come in and offer incense.

The sculptures, murals, and scriptures are all invited by famous calligraphers from all over the world, or senior disciples with high moral standing in the temple.

Xia Qian has no prestige, and has no foundation in Buddhism, this "reluctant invitation" is not to mention that Lin is unbelievable, and even Xia Qian himself can't believe it.

"Abbot, my daughter-in-law here is only sixteen years old, she is immoral and incompetent, and she really can't afford such a big responsibility."

"Old Madam Huo is too modest! Those who can conscientiously copy 14 scriptures in one morning without missing a word are the first time in 50 years that a poor monk has seen them. Besides, the young lady's handwriting is handsome and beautiful, and no one is more suitable for copying this Sanskrit than her! ”

What Abbot Yuanyi said was the truth, and the speechless Lin was silent for a while.

"Thank you Abbot for your love, but I don't know Sanskrit, so I don't have the confidence to write on the wall. Moreover, the royal temple is such a sacred place, if I copy it wrongly, I will never be able to bear the consequences! Xia Qian refused repeatedly.

Yuanyi's insistence surprised Lin and embarrassed Xia Qian.

Lin thought about it, and asked her to copy a paragraph on the paper in a commanding tone.

Under the supervision of several of them, this paragraph of Sanskrit that Xia Qian copied was far inferior to the paragraph of Lingjun she had rubbed off just now, but Yuan Yi said that there would not be a second person in the entire Qinglong City who was more suitable than her.

Although Lin admits that Xia Qian's handwriting is delicate and charming, he does not believe that she can take on this important responsibility.

Yuanyi asked again and again, but she really couldn't refuse, so she had to agree.

"Starting tomorrow, you will copy Sanskrit on the wall for a month, and after copying this Tripitaka, you will be rewarded!" Lin said solemnly to Xia Qian.