"Oh? Sir, is this treasure you are talking about?"
Yehenalati's expression was slightly startled, but she nodded and a calm smile appeared.
"Yes, it is exactly this thing. For the dreamer, this is a symbol and a feeling. Unfortunately, it has been lost for thousands of years. I came here to seek scriptures and Buddha, and secondly, I was entrusted by others.
Look for this thing."
Yehenalati nodded, "Sir, on behalf of Dameng, we ask for this treasure, and we will return it. Sir, please come with me!"
After saying that, she stood up gracefully, with a calm and natural look on her face, as if she was being honest with her.
Song Sanxi was really overjoyed, "Okay, thank you Saint Yehenalati! The Saint really understands righteousness and has a broad mind!"
Yehenalati smiled and said, "Originally, this was the object of the Great Dream, and in the Great Dream of the East, a distinguished monk came to us to ask for the truth. This treasure was also an object of exchange back then. At that time, except for the Buddha
In addition to the three thousand scriptures, there is also a Buddha's finger bone relic, which was also given as a gift."
Song Sanxi remembered something and nodded: "Oh, I know. The Buddha's finger bone relic is from Zhongjie. It was unearthed in the underground palace of Famen Temple a few years ago and is still on display. I don't know if the saint needs to retrieve it.
Reply? If necessary, I can consider working on your behalf."
"Haha, thank you sir for your sincerity. This is not necessary. Buddha's bones are a kind of spirit. Since they have taken root and grown in Da Meng like Buddhism, let's stay in Da Meng! More than a thousand years have passed, and we have left Da Meng with us.
The seal is of no use. It symbolizes power and status, and Buddhist theory does not approve of power and status, but only promotes compassion. So, it is better to return it to Dream. Not to mention, Mr. recovered the Buddha's bones for us.
The relic has been lost and recovered, which is already a great merit, and we should be grateful."
Song Sanxi nodded, feeling excited in her heart and praising her: "The Holy Lady is so kind to others, and she is well versed in Buddhism and worldly affairs. I am touched! But, shall I tidy up this place and then follow the Holy Lady to get the things?"
"Okay, that's fine. I keep this thing in my bedroom!"
"Oh? Okay, okay..."
Song Sanxi couldn't help but raised her tea cup, "I'll take a cup of tea instead of wine. Thank you Saint."
Yehenalati nodded, served the tea and smiled, "You're welcome, Mr. Song."
After drinking tea, Song Sanxi tidied up here and then followed Yehenalati back to her bedroom.
Yehenalati's bedroom is in the stone house on the third floor of the outer fortress.
Song Sanxi walked in and felt warm and atmospheric.
This bedroom has ancient wooden windows and beautiful relief moire stone walls.
A plain tent and a plain bed, with extremely white sheets.
In front of the bed, there is an ancient Bodhi wood sutra table with many scriptures placed on it.
Once the door is closed, the place feels as peaceful as being isolated from the rest of the world.
Yehenalati opened a drawer under the sutra case and took out something.
This object is wrapped in ancient yellow silk and looks square at first glance.
Open the yellow silk layer by layer, making a total of nine layers.
Inside is the Chuanguo Seal that has been passed down through the ages.
The exquisite wall made by Heshi is four inches in diameter, with five dragons intertwining on it. A small corner is missing, which is replaced with gold.
Song Sanxi picked it up. It was heavy and had a very warm feeling. It was indeed a beautiful jade.
Looking at the seal, there are some dark red small seal fonts: If you are ordered by heaven, you will live forever!
He sighed deeply, nodded and smiled, "It is indeed a good thing. The material is the most beautiful jade in the world. The writing style of this font is deep and smooth, and it has its own momentum! I am really grateful for the grace of the saint!"
Then, Song Sanxi wrapped it up layer by layer.
On the yellow silk of those packages, the words Zhenguan can still be faintly seen.
Everyone knows what era this royal silk was made from.
It seems that it is true that Yehenalati said that the eminent monk from the Eastern Land Dream came to ask for the scriptures in exchange for this.
Afterwards, Song Sanxi wrapped up the national seal and said: "Saint Yehenalati, thank you. I will leave now. I will leave early tomorrow morning! I wish the Buddha success in cultivation and great virtues."
"Mr. Song..." Yehenalati couldn't break his feelings. He stretched out his hand and gently pulled Song Sanxi's wrist. Then, his face turned red and he shyly stopped.
She lowered her head slightly and said in a sweet voice, "Are you really going to leave early tomorrow morning?"
Song Sanxi lowered his head slightly, looking at the shy saint, and couldn't help but feel a little turbulent in his heart.
She has a light fragrance of Buddhist sandalwood, which is elegant and far-reaching and refreshing to the soul.
Her delicate skin, soaked in iceberg and snow water for many years, is even more charming and charming.
But the resentment between her brows, eyes, and words is really hard to let go of, and I really want to promote compassion!
Song Sanxi couldn't help but feel a little dry in the mouth, and said softly: "Yes, we have to leave... It's getting late, the saint, please rest early!"
"Well..." Yehenalati raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head and nodded.
Song Sanxi took a deep breath, her heart was filled with flames, she felt a little uncomfortable, and she quickly turned around and fled.
Yehenalati looked at his back and couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.
What a rich and handsome man, he really wants to leave.
She really had the urge to rush over and hug him from behind.
But as soon as his feet moved, he quickly stopped.
The Sacred Heart is unstable, extremely unstable.
After a while of discomfort, tears came out.
Finally, when Song Sanxi was about to go out, Youran called out: "Mr. Song!"
Song Sanxi turned around after hearing the sound, "Saint Yehenalati, ah, you..."
He saw her tears.
The crystal bright light flows over the delicate face, which is so sad and beautiful.
Song Sanxi felt so tender and pitiful that she had no choice but to turn around, put down the imperial seal, and said softly: "Saint Yehenalati, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"
With that said, he took the tissue and handed it to her.
Yehenalati held a tissue, wiped her tears gently, lowered her head and shook her head, "I don't know when I will see you again, sir. I feel a little uncomfortable..."
"Well... I don't know when I can visit the castle again. But whenever I have the chance, I will come again."
"But I don't know when this opportunity will be, right? I don't know how many more nights I will have dreams. The dreams are all about Mr., all... that kind of painful torture, embarrassing and painful.
, and I can’t stop wanting to..."
At the end of the story, I looked up at Song Sanxi with tears rolling down my face, which was really pitiful.
Song Sanxi couldn't control her emotions. She wiped her tears with paper, but the more she wiped, the more tears she shed.
Yehenalati closed her eyes and let him wipe them.
Under the dim light, that pretty and holy face makes people's blood boil.
Song Sanxi took several deep breaths, but could barely suppress the evil fire in her heart.
He could only close his eyes and said softly: "You can't wipe away these tears, just don't wipe them away. Saint Yehenalati, you really make me uncomfortable..."
"Ah? Mr. Song, what's wrong with you?"
Yehenalati opened her eyes and looked at him with his eyes closed.
In the dim light, this heroic and gentle face made her sacred heart sway.
An indescribable emotion crazily invaded her brain and her saintly heart...