It was even noticeable that a faint blush appeared on her beautiful face.
"Thank you Professor Song for your kind words. Ralph, it's getting late. Let's take Professor Song to the cleaning ceremony and then prepare dinner."
Ralph nodded, "Okay aunt! Professor Song, come here, please!"
So Song Sanxi followed Ralph and his assistant Miyali to the room in the castle to wash up and take a bath.
Here, this is the rule.
In his previous life, Song Sanxi also knew about it, so he was quite familiar with it.
Ralph followed him and said curiously: "My Professor Song, you seem to have been here before. You are more familiar with the road and the room than I am!"
Song Sanxi smiled, "Because I know about this place through books! Maybe, it can be regarded as a predestined relationship with Buddha! After all, this is the place he built with his own hands."
"Haha, that's right! Our ancestors led the trend of thought of the times and influenced countless people..."
Ralph said, feeling quite proud.
Maybe, it was the power of spirit that made Ralph, a somewhat manic and evil super businessman, a little more docile and gentlemanly when he returned to his ancestral land.
My assistant Miyali, who was traveling with me, had put away her sultry attitude and looked capable and dignified.
After this cleansing, I feel refreshed.
After all, snow water from the holy peaks of the Himalayas is used as domestic water here.
This water, after being heated, has a refreshing and warm feeling, which can make people's skin feel more comfortable.
Like the saints of the Sakyamuni family throughout the ages, their skin is very good. This is because they have insisted on using such cold water for washing, bathing and so on since they established their status as saints.
The holy water of the Holy Peak is the best thing to wash away all the dust and distracting thoughts in the world.
At least, that's what the Sakya family thinks.
In Song Sanxi's view, this has certain Buddhist principles, and cold water bathing also has certain scientific principles.
However, it is indeed cruel.
Afterwards, Song Sanxi, Ralph and Miyali went to the dining room.
The entourage has its own place to eat and does not need to be together.
This is the level of Ayin, and everyone must have some idea in their mind.
Tonight, the only people dining here are the saint Yehenalati and Song Sanxi.
What was served on the ancient stone table with rough Indian-style ancient porcelain bowls and plates was not an exquisite dish, just a simple meal.
Even the chopsticks are made from bamboo grown at the foot of the mountain here, very primitive.
There are ancient Buddhist patterns on it.
Sitting on the ancient stone stool, facing such a simple meal, even Ralph did not dare to say anything.
Because these meals, such as steamed white flour cakes, green onion and shredded vegetables, and white rice porridge, were one of the dinners of Gautama Buddha, and are now standard dishes for saints.
Of course, every day, the style is different.
It just so happened that Song Sanxi caught up, so there was no special extra meal.
This is the territory of the family saint of the outer castle, and everything is done as guests please.
In the inner fort, the family boss and his direct descendants can have meat dishes and cook whatever they want, except beef and elephant meat.
Yehenalati still explained the meal to Song Sanxi, hoping he wouldn't mind.
Song Sanxi said sincerely: "This is very good! A simple meal with coarse vegetables and a simple diet is good for the body. When I come here, I can be treated like Sakyamuni Buddha! What did the Buddha eat?
I’ll eat whatever I want, it’s a great honor!”
This humor made Ralph and his assistant admire him and make him laugh heartily.
Yehenalati also smiled lightly and nodded, "Thank you Professor Song for thinking so, it's very good, then please do it!"
So, everyone ate together without saying a word.
Eating without talking is not the etiquette of Dameng in ancient times, and it is the same here.
Song Sanxi had been here in his previous life, so of course he knew about it.
Therefore, everyone stopped talking and ate in silence.
Ralph is considered an unscrupulous person in the colorful world outside, but at this time, he is also very civilized and a gentleman.
The whole table was quiet.
Song Sanxi finished eating first, put down her chopsticks, stood up, nodded to the three people, smiled, and said nothing.
The three of them nodded to him, smiled, and said nothing.
This is also one of the Buddhist etiquettes. Song Sanxi quietly exited the dining room, returned there, and washed up.
When you come out, you can take a walk in the garden of the barracks under the ancient linden tree.
Returning to the old castle, things have changed and people have changed, and the past and present are still vivid in my mind.
Song Sanxi's heart was filled with endless feelings...
Not long after, Ralph and Miyali also finished eating, washed up, and accompanied him to find Yehenalati.
Because here, if you want to see Sharana, you have to get the approval of the family saint.
This is a rule and cannot be broken!
In particular, Sharana is under house arrest.
At this time, Yehenalati was already sitting in his prayer room.
In that sutra room, a faint Buddhist oil lamp was lit. The light was a little dark, but very soft.
On the stone wall-shaped bookshelf, volumes of ancient scriptures are placed.
At the four corners of the wall, Buddhist incense was burning like a ghost.
The smell is rich and mellow, definitely not the smell of sandalwood you can buy casually in the market.
This smell is so intoxicating.
And the things we usually use to burn incense are really incense sometimes!
On the ancient circular stone platform, Yehenatila sat cross-legged. On the low stone table in front of him, there was an unopened scripture.
Her sitting posture is very dignified and her back is straight.
Her beautiful face exuded an inexplicable aura of holiness under the illumination of the Buddhist lamp.
The saintly daughter of the family really has a Buddhist spirit and is very pure.
After Ralph performed the Buddhist ritual, he asked for instructions regarding Song Sanxi's visit.
Yehenalati had no objection, nodded, and waved his hand gently.
Those beautiful plain hands are as white as mutton-fat jade and have a graceful shape.
Even a wave of his hand makes him feel like a fairy, elegant and elegant.
Ralph just smiled, nodded to Song Sanxi, and then said: "Thank you, aunt, for interrupting your evening classes!"
Yehenalati didn't say anything, just nodded and reached for the scripture on the table.
Ralph accompanied Song Sanxi and took his assistant out to the inner fort.
There were guards outside the evening class room. Knowing that the saint had agreed, they naturally followed her all the way.
When they arrived at the gate of the inner fort, the three of them entered with the guards as witnesses.
Once inside, I suddenly felt like I was in a cave again.
This place, to put it bluntly, was the place where Sakyamuni Buddha lived before his death, just like a king's palace.
The bed he slept on, the Buddhist staff and some utensils he used are all specially kept.
His room was the oldest and most luxurious, but it was all locked.
Now, the descendants live here in the same place where the servants lived in the past, but it is also quite low-key and luxurious.
The stones and some of the utensils are not modern, they are all inherited from the past two thousand years.
There are no electric lights here, only Buddha lamps, but there are many obvious ones.
When he came inside, Song Sanxi could still remember everything here in his previous life, including the location of the scripture room.
And the thing that Prince Long wanted him to pick up was in the scripture storage room...