Kangxi nodded and followed the host's footsteps, stepping on the bluestone steps to the temple entrance above.

Seeing this, a large group of people following him also hugged the younger ones, and the older ones led the younger ones along the steps, climbing up the stairs step by step.

As we get closer to the temple gate, the writing on the eaves plaque becomes clearer.

Kangxi turned the jade ring on his hand and couldn't help but raise his head and glance at the plaque in front of him. He found that if he looked closer, under the light of the lantern on the side, the three words "Qingliang Temple" actually revealed a hint of detachment.

of Zen,

Even people who are not familiar with Buddhism, after seeing this plaque, can’t help but feel a sense of calm from the bottom of their hearts. This is enough to see how stable the Buddha’s mind that Khan Amma has cultivated over the years, Buddha

The name of Master Jia is not in vain.

After unexpectedly discovering this knowledge, Kangxi's mood became more complicated. He glanced at the presiding monk who was walking diagonally behind him from the corner of his eye, turned his head slightly, smiled and asked warmly:

"The master can become the abbot of this temple at a young age, so he must be someone who is proficient in Buddhism. I see that the calligraphy on this plaque is not only powerful, but also reveals the unrestrained meaning of an outsider. Could it be that this plaque

Is it from your handiwork, master?”

The middle-aged monk, who was thinking that because the emperor and his family entered Qingliang Temple to pray for blessings, would help expand the reputation of their temple in the future, when he heard Kangxi's words, he hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head:

"Your Majesty, the benefactor is really ridiculous. I also ask the benefactor to stop calling the poor monk 'Master'. Just call the poor monk his Dharma name 'Anwu'."

If the emperor had just called him "Master", An Wu's presiding could be attributed to the emperor's good education and respect for Buddhists. But now when he heard Kangxi calling him the honorific title, the presiding monk couldn't help but raise his right hand and touch it.

He picked up the ring scar on his bare head, leaned over slightly with a little embarrassment and smiled:

"To be honest with the donor, this poor monk's Buddhist attainments are shallow and his understanding is average. He really cannot afford to be called 'Master' by you."

"Because the previous abbot of the temple happened to be the poor monk's master. The old master passed away in the spring of this year. The poor monk began to take over his duties and handle the tedious work in the temple for the masters and uncles who were obsessed with Buddhism.

As a chore, the plaque on the door was written by an uncle of the poor monk. The poor monk is considered a junior in the temple and cannot afford the honor of writing a plaque for the temple door."

"Oh, so that's it."

After Kangxi listened to his explanation, a look of understanding quickly passed through his eyes, he rubbed the jade ring with his fingers, and secretly thought to himself that it seemed that his Khan Amma could be the master of a temple, and his status in the temple must be high.

, and host the monk

When he talks about his "Uncle Master", he has a normal look on his face, which obviously proves that he does not know the true identity of his "Uncle Master". In other words, it proves that the monk in this temple knows that his Khan Amma has become a monk and recited sutras here.

There are also very few.

Thinking of this, Kangxi couldn't help but feel better. After all, it was a disgraceful matter for the royal family for his Khan Amma to leave the palace and become a monk. The fewer people who knew the inside story, the better...

Qingyan, who was following him, couldn't help turning her head and glanced at the host monk when she heard this. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart. This host was really sincere. Kangxi only asked a few circumstantial questions, and this man almost made his own

The bottom was lifted clean.

To be honest, Qingyan was quite curious about Shunzhi himself. After all, whether this man came out to become a monk or not was one of the "Top Ten Unsolved Mysteries of the Qing Palace" that was debated by later generations. Now that there was a chance, she really wanted to meet this man.

What exactly does it look like?

With this thought in her mind, she quickly hugged the little Yinxiang who was looking around tightly in her arms, followed Kangxi's steps, stepped across the threshold, and walked into the temple.

When a group of people all walked into the front yard of the temple, they saw a large piece of bluestone with a very flat surface like a stone bed placed in the center of the yard. There were about 100 square meters of bluestone on the east, west, south and north corners of the big bluestone.

There is an ever-bright lamp in the shape of a lotus as tall as a person. Against the surrounding bright candlelight, the three words "Qingliang Stone" carved in gold and ink on the front of the large bluestone are extremely conspicuous.

After seeing it, Yinzhen couldn't help but smile and said:

"Brother Prince, this is really a Qingliang Temple in Qingliang Mountain. There is a Qingliang Stone lying in Qingliang Temple."

After listening to Xiao Si's rhyme, Yinzhen smiled and nodded without saying a word. Xiao Yinzhen, who was held in his arms by his elder brother and stood next to his fourth brother Yinzhen, grinned happily, clapped his little fleshy hands and repeated the four words.

The last word in my brother’s words:

"Stone, stone!"

Kangxi, who was standing aside, did not have the playful thoughts of his sons making up rhymes. He half-squinted his eyes and looked at the three words "Qingliang Stone" carefully. As expected, these three words were also written by his Khan Ama.

.

He suppressed the excitement in his heart and turned around to observe the interior of the surrounding temples. He found that the scale of the Qingliang Temple was not that big except that the main hall about ten meters to the north of the big bluestone was paved with gold tiles.

The roofs are also relatively high in appearance, and the roofs of other houses are mostly blue tiles and black tiles. Compared with the Longquan Temple in the capital, the difference between the two is simply that of ordinary people's houses in the suburbs of Beijing and the mansions of high-ranking officials in the inner city.

When he thought of Khan Amma giving up the throne and the luxurious life in the Forbidden City, and coming to this small temple in the mountains and forests incognito to eat fast and pray for Buddha, and stayed there for more than 20 years, Kangxi felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

As an emperor, he could never understand what his Khan Amma did, and he believed from the bottom of his heart that he could never be like him, so he resolutely gave up all the wealth, power, and wealth he had in the first half of his life.

, spent the rest of his life sitting cross-legged on a futon, reciting Buddhist sutras, beating wooden fish with his hands, watching the sun rise and set in the mountains, and living a lonely life guarding the Buddha in his heart.

The empress dowager standing on his right side was also patting little Yinzhen, who was cradled in her arms and dozing off little by little, while turning her head around to look at the interior of Qingliang Temple, thinking about what to do next.

Keep this layout in mind, and you can tell it to the Empress Dowager after you return to the palace, so that she can know what Shunzhi's living environment was like in the second half of his life.

Qingyan took a rough look at the interior and caught a glimpse of Xiao Jiu, who was being held by her sisters. The two of them were already drowsily holding the princesses' arms, with their little heads leaning on them and opening their mouths to yawn, being held in Bai Lu's arms.

Little Eleven inside also tilted his head and fell asleep. He was thinking that the children were already tired after climbing the mountain all day long. He was about to ask where the host's room was and take the little ones to wash up and rest.

Unexpectedly, just when he turned his head, he saw that Yinti had already hugged Xiao Shisi and ran behind the long light on the east side of the big bluestone.

She stretched out her little fleshy hand to touch the gold characters engraved on the stone surface. When she saw this, the imperial concubine's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly stepped forward and said to stop her:

"Little Fourteen, don't touch the stone. Please come over quickly to ensure your safety."

When the others heard the imperial concubine's urgent tone, they all turned their attention to Brother Fourteen.

When Yinzhen heard Huang's mother's voice, she reflexively lowered her head and glanced at Xiao Shisi in her arms. She saw that Xiao Yinzhen's hand was just a few inches away from touching the big bluestone.

Rin, hurriedly hugged the little breast dumpling tightly, turned around and ran back.

When everyone saw the two brothers coming back, they couldn't help but feel relieved. They understood the imperial concubine's concerns. If it was just an ordinary child who wanted to touch a big rock, it would be fine. Little Fourteen had better say goodbye.

When she was in the Forbidden City, the imperial concubine would take her Fourteenth Prince to the Imperial Garden next to Chuxiu Palace almost every morning, tapping the rockery with her little hands to consume the excess energy in her body. After these days,

As the fourteenth month grows older, the rockery changes from falling gravel to large rocks.

Xiao Sisi, a little baby under one year old, couldn't tell the difference between the big bluestone with gold characters in the temple and the big rockery in the palace. If Xiao Yinzhen got excited, he would just throw the big stone with all his strength.

The photo was broken. Such a large piece of bluestone is placed in such a conspicuous position. It seems to have a history. Even if Kangxi was the emperor, he would feel that he could not come to power because of his youngest son's fault.

The eldest brother ran suddenly, and before Xiao Fourteen could react, he and Brother Thirteen changed their positions, and were hugged tightly by E Niang, away from the big blue stone.

After Xiao Si was stunned for a moment, he turned his little body sideways in E Niang's arms, raised his little head wearing a tiger head hat and said softly to the imperial concubine's breasts:

"Uh, uh, stone, stone, sit down!"

After understanding what Xiao Yinzhen meant, the imperial concubine couldn't help but couldn't help but feel dumbfounded. She took out a soft handkerchief from her arms and wiped away the glistening saliva flowing from the corners of Xiao Yinzhen's mouth. She shook him with her arms and coaxed with a smile:

"Little Fourteen, be good, that's an ornamental stone in someone's temple, it's not for us to sit on. We'll go sit on the chairs in the wing later."

"No, sitting duck!"

But Little Fourteen didn't buy into E Niang's account. He still shook his little head, blinked his beautiful big black eyes, and stubbornly pointed at the big bluestone breast with his little finger to express his wish sweetly.

I don’t know if he was influenced by Xiao Shisi, but Xiao Yinxiang, who was in the arms of his elder brother, also tilted his head and glanced at the big blue stone, then opened his mouth and patted the elder brother’s arm holding his small body with his small hands.

He laughed angrily and said:

"Sit down, Shishi!"

The two little brothers changed from their usual well-behaved appearance and turned into disobedient naughty children. They were kicking their short legs in the arms of the eldest brother and his mother, and insisted on sitting on the big cold rocks in the middle of winter.

No matter how the imperial concubine tried to persuade her, the two brothers refused to listen. Qingyan couldn't help but feel a little hot, and was about to ask the young novice who was following the host to take her directly to the wing.

The presiding monk, who had stood to one side and studied the twins' faces for a long time, ran to the big blue stone, bent down and took out two round takraw balls from nowhere, and then stuffed one into the arms of Little Thirteen and Little Fourteen.

The two of them immediately stopped making noises and wanted to sit down on the big rock. They happily put the sepak takraw ball to their mouths and wanted to open their mouths to bite it. However, the imperial concubine and the eldest brother quickly reached out to stop them.

Host An Wu clasped his hands and made a Buddha name to the imperial concubine, leaned over slightly and said with a smile:

"Female donor, don't be nervous. It is said that this cool stone is where Manjushri Bodhisattva sat and lectured. These two sepak takraw balls are also woven with rattan hanging from the ancient rattan tree in the temple for more than 400 years. Two things

They are all imbued with Buddha-nature. On weekdays, if the weather is fine, the poor monk's uncle likes to sit on the cool stone and explain Buddhist scriptures to the disciples in the temple."

"The poor monk has just observed carefully and found that the two twin little donors, like the poor monk's uncle, are both born with Buddhist connections. When they saw the cool stone, they wanted to sit on it, which also means that they are Buddhas like me.

It's fate, it's not a joke."

After Qingyan heard the host's words, she immediately lowered her head and looked at Xiao Shisi's big earlobes that resembled Buddha's and were exposed from the edge of the tiger head hat.

Kangxi couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, feeling that the host was still too young and upright, and he wasn't very good at talking.

He already had a monk, Khan Amma, and he absolutely could not have twin sons who wanted to be ordained and become young monks, so he automatically ignored what the host said that his two young sons were "destined to be with the Buddha" and walked straight away.

When he arrived at the imperial concubine's side, he took the little Yinxiang, who was holding the sepak takraw ball firmly in his arms, from his eldest son's arms, and asked the host the question he wanted to know most during this trip:

"President An Wu, I admire your uncle's calligraphy very much. I would like to take this opportunity to pray for blessings to meet him in person and listen to his explanation of Buddhist scriptures. I wonder where this master's meditation room is?"

After listening to the emperor's request, the smile on the host's face froze in an instant.

Kangxi saw the embarrassment on his face and couldn't help but feel his heart high. He knew that his Khan Ama was protected by the royal top secret guards, and he wondered if it was his Khan Ama who knew

You came here, didn't want to see him, and ran away early?

Monk Anwu saw the emperor frowning, and fearing that Kangxi would think too much, he hurriedly bowed and explained:

"The benefactor is not the poor monk Master Xingchi, but Master Linghui from Longquan Temple traveled here more than four months ago. After exchanging Buddhist teachings with Master Xingchi for a day and night, Master Xingchi came here the next day.

I took little Master Zhikong with me to follow Master Linghui to exchange Buddhist teachings elsewhere. At this moment, Master Xingchi is not in Qingliang Temple, and the poor monk doesn’t know when he will come back."

"What?"
To be continued...