The old monk was wearing a washed monk's robe that was already turning white. His body was thin, which made the loose robe look even bigger. His hair and beard were all white, his skin was shriveled, and his wrinkled face was full of traces of time.
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Jiang Long had been paying attention to the movements in the small courtyard and was the first to turn his head and look over.
Then he looked the old monk up and down and thought to himself, the feng shui of Jialan Temple is really good. This old monk must be eighty years old!
In this era, people's lifespan is generally not very long, and a person who can live to be sixty years old is considered to have a long life.
There is a saying that at thirty you stand tall, at forty you have no doubts, at fifty you know your fate, at sixty you are sixty, and at seventy you are rare.
In this Jialan Temple, not only did the recently deceased Master Guichen live to the age of eighty-three, but the old monk in front of him should also be about the same age as Master Guichen.
As the old monk walked, his robes rustled in the mountain wind, but although his steps were slow, he was steady.
Mrs. Jing also noticed it at this time. Without waiting for the old monk to approach, she clasped her hands together, bowed deeply and respectfully, and said, "Amitabha, I haven't seen you for a long time. Master Gui Lin, I hope you are well."
"Amitabha." Master Guilin bowed and returned the gift, "The female donor is still as healthy as before."
Jiang Long heard the old monk's Dharma title and determined that he and Master Guichen were from the same generation and should be brothers.
Master Guilin exchanged a few words with Mrs. Jing, and suddenly said with a straight face: "Buddhism is a good place, and the female donor also sincerely believes in Buddhism. We, the Buddha, are compassionate, but why did the female donor repeatedly wield sharp weapons to kill people in Jialan Temple?"
Blood?"
"Amitabha!" Mrs. Jing closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.
"The female benefactor is very wise and hateful. It is better to find a quiet place and become a nun. After a hundred years, she can go to the Paradise of Paradise in the West."
Master Guilin put aside his stern expression and looked sincere, sincerely admonishing.
"My hands are stained with blood, I have countless lives on my body, and I have done all the bad things, how can I still get out of the house?" Mrs. Jing muttered with a confused look on her face.
"Buddha said: Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately!"
"Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!"
Mrs. Jing looked startled at first, then shook her head repeatedly, "Although the world of mortals is just clouds and smoke in the past, I am just an ordinary person. I am not as free and easy as Master Guichen and Master Guilin. I am trapped in this cloud and smoke.
Can’t put it down, can’t throw it away.”
"Amitabha!"
Seeing that he could not be persuaded, Master Guilin chanted the Buddha's name for a long time.
Mrs. Jing immediately put her hands together and returned the greeting.
"This general has been standing for a long time. Why don't we show mercy to the female benefactor and ask him to step down?" Master Guilin glanced at Cheng Wu and said again.
Madam Jing was extremely devout in her faith in Buddha. After hearing what Master Guilin said, she gently waved her hand to Cheng Wu.
Cheng Wu, who was standing here stupidly and being ignored by others, saw this and quickly turned around and retreated.
The Imperial Guards who had been watching the excitement here quickly looked away the moment Cheng Wu started to move.
They all knew that the deputy commander was not only very scheming, but also cruel and very petty.
If he catches him watching his excitement, he will definitely be retaliated against in the future.
At this moment, Cheng Wu felt humiliated and his face turned red. It seemed that everyone was looking at him. He didn't want to stay here and be watched by his subordinates. He waved to a centurion who was usually able and trustworthy to show him the side room.
The foreign envoys inside hurriedly walked out of the small courtyard.
It wasn't until he stepped out of the courtyard that he let out a long sigh of relief.
Then he clenched his fists tightly with both hands, gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Old lady of the Jing family, let's wait and see!"
"This must be the young master of your house, right?"
At this time, Master Guilin's eyes moved to Jiang Long.
Jiang Long also looked at him, and saw that Master Guilin's eyes were dim, like a wick that was about to go out. He didn't have any noble demeanor on his body, he was weak and weak, but the smile at the corner of his mouth was very kind and kind.
"It's my useless grandson." Seeing Master Guilin mention her grandson, Mrs. Jing's lips instantly showed a smile.
"Ineffective?"
Master Guilin's eyes were still dim and did not show any sparkle, but he shook his head and said: "Great courage is like cowardice, great wisdom is like foolishness! Maybe we all saw it wrong."
"Huh?" Mrs. Jing looked puzzled.
Jiang Longdao didn't take it seriously. Being able to travel here made him unsure whether there were really gods and Buddhas in this world.
But it is not so easy to meet a master of Taoism.
In his last life, he was a liar, and he was so seemingly sophisticated when he deceived people, leaving them confused and confused.
If it were a competition of eloquence, he really would not lose to Master Gui Lin.
"Amitabha, hello, Master Gui Lin." Jiang Long will not forget the due etiquette. When someone is older and takes the initiative to mention him, he will naturally take the initiative to say hello first, but the gesture of clasping his hands together and saluting is very casual.
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Master Guilin returned the gift cautiously, not because of his respect for Jiang Long, but because of his piety towards the Buddha. After standing up, he smiled and said: "My little friend, I don't have a Buddha in my heart, but I have no connection with the temple."
"Master has seen clearly. It is indeed necessary to save those who are destined to be reunited. As for the juniors..."
After saying this, Jiang Long paused, with a joking smile in his eyes. He spread his hands and said, "Junior, just take advantage of me and come here from time to time to donate sesame oil money to the masters in the temple. After all, if all the people in the world are gone,
Family, shouldn’t all the monks in this temple starve to death?”
As soon as these words came out, Lin Ya burst into laughter.
Then I realized something was wrong and quickly covered my mouth with my little hands.
Afraid of attracting the attention of the people around her, she quickly lowered her head, but her eyes instinctively glanced at Jiang Long, with a touch of curiosity in her clear and beautiful eyes.
Dai Lisi was also quite amused and glanced at Jiang Long. Surprisingly, Jiang Long didn't seem as dull and dull as she thought.
"Trouble!"
Mrs. Jing glared and scolded, and patted Jiang Long's shoulder lightly. Although she scolded her in a low voice, her eyes were full of love and smile, and she didn't use any strength on her hands. It didn't hurt or itch, "
My grandson lacks discipline, so I ask Master Gui Lin not to argue with this child."
"It doesn't matter." Master Guilin smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Amitabha, what the little donor said is not unreasonable."
Seeing Master Gui Lin's helpless look, everyone in the Jing Mansion surrounding him burst into laughter.
Mrs. Jing waved her hands after a while, and everyone stopped laughing.
"Young Master Jing is quick-thinking and eloquent. He must have read books, right?" Master Guichen spoke again, "Previously, the emperor and the prince's special envoys from the palace sent personally written elegiac couplets to commemorate our senior brother.
It was hung to show that the emperor and the prince valued the senior brother and the temple. However, the senior brother had made an explanation before his death and there was no need to be solemn about his death.
Just set up a pile of dry firewood in the yard before death, place the body on it, and cremate it seven days later.
The calligraphy treasures of the emperor and the prince are precious and priceless things. How can they be hung casually in the courtyard and exposed to wind and rain?
If there is any damage, it is the temple’s fault.”
Hearing this, Jiang Long understood something and said: "The emperor and the prince's ink is too precious to be damaged, so the master wants the younger generation to write an elegiac couplet in memory of the master Guichen and hang it on both sides of the master's body?"
"Master Jing is smart." Master Gui Lin clasped his hands together.
Mrs. Jing's eyes instantly lit up when she heard this.
Master Guichen was an eminent monk who had achieved Taoism. During his lifetime, he traveled far and wide and performed good deeds. He was famous all over the world and was proficient in Buddhism. He was also a leader in both Buddhism and Taoism in the Daqi Dynasty. During his lifetime, many dignitaries wanted to meet him but had no chance.
Near the capital, its reputation is so high that no one knows about it.
If my grandson could write an elegiac couplet for Master Guichen at this time and pass it on, would he be afraid that he would not be famous in the capital?
Then the Jing family will be able to appear in front of the world again.
In recent years, Jing Mansion has declined, its reputation has been low, and it has been almost forgotten. Mrs. Jing also wants to restore the former prestige of the house.
It’s just that there were no good opportunities before.
It's not that she is willing to be ordinary.
With Jingfu’s wealth, being mediocre means destruction!
Now that she saw the opportunity to succeed, Mrs. Jing was naturally moved.
But after thinking about it for a moment, she shook her head helplessly. Although her grandson also studied, his talent could only be said to be not stupid. Normally, he could barely hold on to the family business no matter how old he was. He had never bothered to study before due to his physical weakness.
Hard work.
How can I create a good elegiac couplet if my talent is mediocre and I haven’t put in enough effort?
Master Guilin just praised Jiang Long for his quick thinking, eloquence, and intelligence. Mrs. Jing just thought that Master Guichen was speaking politely.
If I can prepare in advance, I can spend a lot of money to buy a good elegiac couplet, and let my grandson, who has never really been famous in front of others, shine.
Mrs. Jing sighed in her heart and was about to refuse this great opportunity.
But at this time, Jiang Long showed no stage fright. He rolled up his sleeves with a smile and said, "Here you come, I will serve you with pen and ink!"
Everyone in the Jing Mansion did not expect that Jiang Long actually wanted to write an elegiac couplet, and they were a little stunned for a moment.
Because Yuchai and Baoping were women, the place was in chaos before. Now they were protected and stood in the crowd. After coming back to their senses, they couldn't help but stare at each other with wide eyes.
Even though they were illiterate, they knew quite a bit about how much ink there was in their young master's belly.
"Um?"
Seeing no one answered, Jiang Long couldn't help but turn around.
Baoping rolled his eyes and said, "Young Master, please wait a moment. I will go get it right now."
After that, he ran out of the small courtyard in a hurry.
When Jingfu went out, he naturally carried all kinds of daily necessities, including pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
Mrs. Jing was a little embarrassed at this time. She also knew the level of her grandson's poetry. He might barely be able to write an ordinary elegiac couplet, but this was written for Master Guichen, and it would be known to countless people afterwards.
Anyone who writes poorly or mediocrely will be ridiculed and will be embarrassed by Jingfu.
Only if you write well enough will you be praised.
But now Jiang Long has spoken, and she can't stop him. Her grandson, who has a timid personality, is rarely confident for once, so she doesn't want to stop him.
That's all. If the writing is not good, just secretly ask Master Gui Lin to wait for us to leave and take it down quietly.
At worst, I can donate more sesame oil money today.
Mrs. Jing said secretly.
After a while, Baoping got the pen and ink, and also asked people to move the tables and chairs in the car.
Jiang Long stepped forward and sat down, letting Yuchai spread out the paper pages and press the four corners of the rice paper with paperweights.
At some point, Delis came close to him, and while sharpening the ink, she lowered her voice and asked, "Do you have a good connection in your heart?"
"What do you mean, you don't believe me?"
Jiang Long smiled secretly in his heart.
"If you haven't thought of it, my sister-in-law can definitely help you." Dai Lisi said again when Jiang Long didn't answer.
At this time, because she was too close, a wisp of Dai Lisi's body fragrance flowed into Jiang Long's nose with the wind, making Jiang Long couldn't help but sniff it.
"But sister-in-law can't help you in vain."
There are even more benefits!
Jiang Long smiled.
"How is it?" Seeing that Jiang Long always remained silent, Dai Lisi asked in a low voice.
But the answer he got was Jiang Long's teasing eyes.
"Look at me!"
The ink was already polished. Jiang Long dipped his pen in the ink and swung it across the rice paper. The first couplet was completed in one go!