"I've kept the donor waiting for a long time. Please come with me now!" Monk Yuanjie stepped forward and said hello sheepishly, then directly invited Zhuo Yifan to walk into the courtyard on one side.
"Sorry to trouble you, Master!" Zhuo Yifan nodded politely, followed Monk Yuanjie, and soon arrived at the Zen room area where senior monks lived in the temple.
"Please wait here for a while. The poor monk will go in and report the situation to the presiding abbot! I hope the presiding abbot is not practicing Qing Dynasty at this time!" Monk Yuanjie greeted Zhuo Yifan politely, then turned around.
Knocked on the door of one of the Zen rooms.
After knocking twice, an old man's deep and loud voice came from the Zen room: "The door is unlocked, come in!"
Zhuo Yifan had already used his spiritual consciousness to investigate the situation in these Zen rooms. In the Zen room where Monk Yuanjie knocked, there was only one old monk. At this time, he was sitting cross-legged on the futon, studying the case attentively.
There was a Buddhist scripture placed on the table. Even when the door of the room was knocked, he did not have any mood swings. He just opened his mouth and didn't even raise his head.
The monk Yuanjie outside the door then opened the door with confidence and walked directly into the Zen room.
"Master! Has my disciple disturbed your spiritual practice?" After Monk Yuanjie walked in, he saw that the old monk was studying Buddhist scriptures. His expression changed slightly and he immediately asked respectfully.
Hearing this, the old monk raised his head and looked straight at Monk Yuanjie with a pair of bright eyes. A slight smile appeared on his face and said: "I'm just studying the Buddhist scriptures. Yuanjie, you are not
Are you on duty at the Main Hall? Why are you here as a teacher?"
When Monk Yuanjie heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly opened his mouth to explain Zhuo Yifan's matter.
When the old monk heard this, he immediately raised his eyebrows, with a slightly surprised look on his face.
"Master, have you ever had an impression of such an old monk?" Monk Yuanjie asked with a thought when he saw the old monk looking thoughtful.
The old monk then laughed loudly and said: "Since there is a distinguished guest coming, why don't you invite this donor in quickly? Don't let people wait outside the door for a long time!"
Monk Yuanjie was stunned when he heard this. In his impression, his master, Master Wende, who was also the abbot of Putuo Temple, had never paid so much attention to a young man, and even called him a distinguished guest! Probably
Is it because I just told you about Zhuo Yifan rescuing the mother and son from the siege in the Main Hall that the master had such an attitude?
Monk Yuanjie didn't know clearly, but he could only guess like this. He didn't dare to ask, so he just agreed respectfully and immediately left the meditation room.
As for Zhuo Yifan, who was waiting outside the door, after Monk Yuanjie told the old monk everything, he judged from the old monk's expression that he probably knew the old monk he was talking about. This made him a little depressed.
My mood suddenly disappeared.
"I'm sorry for being rude, but I kept this benefactor waiting outside the door for a long time. May I ask what the benefactor's name is?" Monk Yuanjie came to the door. He didn't rush to let Zhuo Yifan in, but asked sheepishly.
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"It's okay, master. You don't have to be polite. It's okay for the junior to wait outside the door. As for the title, the junior's surname is Zhuo!" Zhuo Yifan waved his hand indifferently and explained.
"It turns out to be Donor Zhuo. The presiding abbot has agreed to see you and is inviting you in!" Monk Yuanjie nodded and explained.