Walking and stopping along the way, talking and not feeling tired, she actually walked up the mountain road until she saw the gate of Jingshan Temple. Only then did Ye Zhenzhen feel that her legs were sore and she was out of breath.
"I'm so tired. Let's find a place to sit."
Ye Zhenzhen slumped on Cui Weizhen's body like a noodle. The pilgrims passing by all looked at her. She was not shy and smiled at them. They were too embarrassed to stare at them anymore.
Cui Weizhen held her waist tightly to prevent her from slipping down. If he were not worried about being too conspicuous, he would have wanted to pick her up, but at this time a Zhike monk came and greeted them very enthusiastically.
He put his palms together and saluted: "The host said that there are distinguished guests coming today. It turns out that it is Uncle Jing Ning and his wife who are driving. The young monk is a little far away to welcome us. Please forgive me."
Because he painted murals for Xiangguo Temple, Cui Weizhen also enjoys high prestige in Buddhism. Many temples want to have the same "Xumi paintings" of Xiangguo Temple to increase their popularity and prestige. This is what the monks of Jingshan Temple do.
enthusiasm.
Cui Weizhen was not surprised. He asked the servants accompanying him to add money for incense and followed Zhike Monk to the side room behind the temple.
The side room was quiet and quiet, with the faint scent of sandalwood, and no crowds and crowds in front. Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, even drinking the tea soaked in the mountain spring water, she felt it was sweet and delicious.
She couldn't help but praise: "Good tea. I wonder what kind of water your temple uses to make tea?"
The monk Zhike hurriedly said: "Madam, you have a unique eye and you can see the difference in tea at a glance. The cup of tea you are drinking now is brewed with water from the well in our abbot's yard. This well water is the Zen water in the temple and is specially brewed."
It's used to entertain distinguished guests. If Madam likes it, you can bring a few jars of water back with you later. If you run out of them later, you can send a servant over to get water."
The tone was very bold and generous, as if the Zen water that their Jingshan Temple was famous for was not a rare item at all. Ye Zhenzhen could have as much as she wanted, and she could just treat the well as her own.
Ye Zhenzhen was speechless for a moment, and glanced at Cui Weizhen next to her. Her heart was so warm and flattering in front of her. In her absence, those monks didn't know how to persuade Weizhen to convert to Buddhism——
Ye Zhenzhen didn't know that she guessed it right. Because of Cui Weizhen's superb Xumi paintings, people in Buddhism wanted to persuade him to become a monk. Their calculations were very loud. As long as he became a member of the family, it would be much easier to persuade him to become a monk.
, unlike now, he has to take into account his secular status and dare not overstep too much.
No matter what, Ye Zhenzhen is not going to take advantage - if she takes advantage now, she will have to pay it back in the future.
So she refused with a smile: "It is said that the Zen well in your temple has a great history. After Zen Master Yongming passed away, a sweet spring suddenly came out with bursts of Sanskrit sounds. Your temple dug the spring into a well and named it a Zen well.
The Zen well does not produce much water, only three barrels per day. It is said to have the effect of washing away filth and opening up the mind. It is actually the nectar of Buddhism. This kind of extremely precious Zen water should allow Zen masters to practice Zen and enlightenment. Let us wait for it.
The common people use it to make tea, but it is wasted."
The monk who knew the guest clasped his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name: "Madam has a heart of Bodhisattva, and Master Cui is destined to be my Buddha. It is the abbot's intention to send you Zen water. Please don't reject our offer."
This must be done as a favor.
It was hard to refuse such kindness, so Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but refuse, so she just asked the servant to pay for some more sesame oil.