The Huguo Temple in the capital and the White Crane Temple in the suburbs of Beijing are the two famous temples in Beijing and even in the north.

Huguo Temple is a national temple, ordinary people can't wait to enter, only when the royal blessing and other grand ceremonies are opened. The White Crane Temple, located on the White Crane Mountain, is far away from the White Crane Academy, one at the foot of the mountain and the other on the mountain. Because this White Crane Temple is an ancient temple that has survived for hundreds of years, and there are famous monks such as Hui Neng, so the incense is prosperous, far from being comparable to other temples.

Every year from the first day of the lunar month to the fifth day of the lunar month, the White Crane Temple will hold a prayer meeting, and there are senior monks in the temple chanting scriptures. In the past few days, the pilgrims of the White Crane Temple are endless.

Ling Miao stood at the foot of the White Crane Mountain, looking at the White Crane Temple, which was faintly revealing a corner of the mountain, her eyes were deep and empty.

Around, there are constantly pilgrims walking up the mountain to incense, and there are also soft sedan chairs in the high door, which are carried up the mountain by special people.

Standing quietly for a long time, Ling Miao slowly exhaled a breath, gently lifted the hem of her skirt, and knelt down on the stone steps on the mountain.

The begonias and hibiscus behind her were all shocked, and their faces changed color all of a sudden.

The White Crane Mountain is not high, but it is not low, the White Crane Temple is on the top of the mountain, looking up from the bottom, two or three thousand steps can not be seen in the distance.

If you kowtow to the mountain like this, you can't reach the top of the mountain, and the young lady's leg will have to be abolished!

Ling Miao didn't say a word, and didn't pay attention to the tearful persuasion of the two maids, only solemnly and respectfully kowtowed.

Her forehead was bloody, and her knees were turning from pain to numbness. With the bright light of the day, more and more pilgrims saw that on the stone steps of Baihe Mountain, a girl in brocade wearing a snow-white fox fur cloak, kneeling in three steps, knocking in nine steps, towards the White Crane Temple on the top of the mountain, step by step, pious to worship the White Crane Temple.

"Miss!" Seeing that the stone steps were already dyed with blood, Haitang couldn't help crying and rushed over to help Ling Miao, "Miss, what are you doing!" Even if you pray for the blessings of your wife and uncle, you can't ignore your body like this! ”

Ling Miao didn't say a word, and only gently waved away the begonia.

Although Mu Hibiscus didn't know why Ling Miao, who didn't believe in ghosts and gods before, was suddenly so religious, but when he saw her expression, he knew that he couldn't persuade her, so he just followed silently. When Ling Miao struggled to stand up, she wordlessly helped her up.

I don't know when it started, but the sky was covered with a layer of lead-colored clouds after only two days of clearing, and the air was filled with a puff of cold water vapor. Looks like another heavy snow is about to fall.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for sparse snow particles to fall in the mountain wind, hitting people's faces and bodies, with an indescribable stinging pain.

Most of the pilgrims quickened their pace, only the snow white in the mountains was still pious, whether kneeling or kowtowing, the movements were meticulous.

And the two beautiful maids behind her, holding umbrellas and weeping, followed her step by step.

Ling Miao didn't know how many times she knelt down, and she couldn't remember how many times she kowtowed. The fox fur on his body had long been blown through by the wind and snow, cold and biting, and his legs seemed to be unconscious, and he only moved by instinct. The moment she entered the White Crane Temple, her eyes were dark, and she almost fainted.

"Miss!"

Begonia Hibiscus rushed forward, and with tears in her eyes, she was half-helped and half-hugged from the ground, and entered the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The Daxiong Treasure Hall is majestic and magnificent, and the Buddha statue is solemn and solemn. The eight monks of the Hui generation in the White Crane Temple sit on the futon and close their eyes together, and there are words in their mouths, and there is a faint Buddha light shining in the hall.

Many pilgrims turned around and recognized the last stunning girl to enter, the girl who knelt up the mountain in three steps, nine steps, and one knock on the stone steps.

The so-called incense is the most sincere. If someone can be sincere to this point, it can be seen that the character must be excellent.

Ling Miao didn't seem to notice the many eyes focused on her, and only bowed down again to the solemn Buddha statue that was surrounded by eight high monks like Gong Yue.

Worship, may the heroic souls of relatives get rid of the sea of suffering as soon as possible and go to bliss.

Second worship, may my brother Zifeng be blessed by heaven and escape.

Three bows, may God bless her for revenge and comfort the relatives of the Wei family's tragic death.

Four worships, may this mother and brother be safe and healthy, happy and worry-free.

When she raised her head again, she was already in tears, her heart was in sharp pain, and her hatred was monstrous!

Suddenly, a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat.

Ling Miao bit her lip and swallowed the blood, but she couldn't support it anymore and fell forward.

The expected pain did not come, and a pair of warm arms caught her.

When he opened his eyes, he saw an old face appear in front of him, and in his ears, a Buddha horn sounded, solemn and compassionate, it was an old monk in gray robes.

"Oh my God, it's the Master of Forgotten Dust! It's really a master of forgetting the dust! ”

Some pilgrims recognized the old monk and couldn't help but cry out, with irrepressible excitement in their voices.

Master of Forgotten Dust?

Ling Miao's eyes widened suddenly.

Is this old monk actually a legendary master of the Great Feng Dynasty?

Legend has it that this master of forgetting dust was born in the royal family, and became famous on the battlefield when he was a teenager, and was originally a general who ate human flesh and drank human blood and killed countless evils, and had made great contributions to the Dafeng Dynasty. When he was only thirty years old, he suddenly saw through the red dust, was born as a monk, practiced in this White Crane Temple, and now he has been famous for decades!

Of course, Ling Miao had heard of the name of this master.

In the previous life, because her father Wei Tian and her brother Wei Zifeng were on the battlefield all the year round, the Wei family had people who were loyal to the country for several generations, and her grandmother often took her to the White Crane Temple to pray for the blessings of her relatives. She remembered that at that time, what her grandmother wanted was to be able to see Master Wangchen and ask him to personally recite a peace sutra for her children and grandchildren, but she did not do so until she died.

Unexpectedly, she saw this monk at this time!

Struggling to get up, kneeling upright, Ling Miao bowed her head deeply.

"Master ......"

She choked up.

If she could have met Master Wuchen in her previous life and asked him to recite the scriptures, her father and brother, and their family, would there not have been such a strange injustice?

"Amitabha." Master Wangchen turned the Buddha beads in his hand and recited the Buddha number. A pair of eyes that seem to have insight into all the sorrows of the world, with infinite compassion. His gaze fell on Ling Miao's face, but his expression changed.

"Female benefactor."

His voice is lonely and empty, as if it came from ancient times, but it contains the power to soothe people's hearts. Master Forgotten Dust slowly raised his hand and touched the top of Ling Miao's head.

Many pilgrims saw this scene with envy and jealousy.

Those who are envied can be touched and prayed for by the senior monks of the Huizi generation in the White Crane Temple, which is already beyond the reach of ordinary people, not to mention the master of forgetting the dust who has been enlightened for decades?

Those who are jealous only hate to rush up and bump into Ling Miao by themselves, and let Master Forgetchen's faintly glowing Buddha's hand fall on his head!

"Female donor, don't be too persistent in everything."

Ling Miao's eyes darkened, and before she lost consciousness, she heard such a sentence.

When she opened her eyes again, Ling Miao found herself lying in an extremely simple room. A bed, a table, four chairs, that's all.

"When, where is this?"

Haitang was lying on the table, heard the sound and hurriedly got up, saw Ling Miao wake up, immediately rushed to the side of the bed, looked at Ling Miao with tears in her eyes, and asked repeatedly, "Miss, are you awake?" Is there anything uncomfortable? ”

Leg......

The corners of Ling Miao's forehead twitched and ached, but her knees were like knives and needles, so she didn't need any strength.

"I'm fine, where the hell is this?" Ling Miao touched the hair of the crying begonia, feeling a little guilty about this loyal maid.

Haitang wiped her tears and replied with a flat mouth: "This is the guest room of the White Crane Temple, which is specially used for pilgrims to rest. Due to the heavy snowfall today, many people did not come down the mountain. ”

Seeing that Ling Miao's charming face was snow-white, she couldn't help crying again, relying on Ling Miao's love every day, she only cried: "I don't know what happened to Miss, so kowtow all the way up the mountain, so that Mrs. and Uncle know, wouldn't you be distressed and die?" ”

"Begonia!" Mu Hibiscus came in with a bowl of medicine, his delicate face was flat, he couldn't see his joy or anger, he just sat on the wooden chair in front of the bed, scooped the medicine out with a spoon and blew it, he felt that it was not hot, and sent it to Ling Miao's mouth, and only said in his mouth, "This is the prescription prescribed by Master Wangchen himself, drink it while it's hot." ”

"Hibiscus ......" Ling Miao was the best at observing words and feelings, and when she saw her expression, she knew that she must be angry because of her willfulness, so she hurriedly took the medicine bowl and drank it all, and smiled flatteringly at Mu Hibiscus.

"Miss, Hibiscus doesn't dare to exceed the rules, I just ask you to ......" Hibiscus suddenly burst into tears, "I just ask Miss to think about the wife and uncle at home no matter what she does." ”

wiped a handful of tears before he said again: "Just like this time, it is good for you to be sincere in incense, but you can't ignore your own body." Master Forgetful Dust has just seen it for you, if there are more stone steps on this mountain, I'm afraid that this leg won't be saved! Before the young lady acts, she should think about her wife and uncle! ”

Knowing that she was wrong, Ling Miao rarely didn't argue, only patted the back of Mu Hibiscus's hand, and said with low eyebrows: "Never again." ”

Haitang pouted on the side, "It's good for Miss to speak." ”

The three masters and servants were talking, and a little monk who was no more than seven or eight years old knocked on the door outside, and only asked Ling Miao for an inquiry, and said to Ling Miao: "Female donor, the master is invited." ”

"This little master, I don't know who the Ling master is......" Ling Miao asked with a smile.

"Family law number forgets the dust."

Is it the Master of Forgotten Dust?

It is rumored that Master Wangchen is not only a profound Dharma, but also a holy hand of Chinese medicine, and has been able to peek into the heavens and is very good at deduction. Perhaps, can you ask Master Forgotten Dust to help you deduce the safety of your brother?

Ling Miao didn't have time to think about it, and lifted the green cloth quilt on her body to get out of bed. As soon as his foot touched the ground, he felt a sharp pain in his knees, which penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and he only made an "ah" sound, and his body was crooked, and he almost fell to the ground.