Daxiangguo Temple occupies a very large area. In addition to the front yard used to entertain pilgrims, there is also a large back yard that is not open to the public. This includes the famous Sutra Library, which is the residence of many highly respected abbots in the temple.
Qiao Yuyan followed the little novice monk all the way in, and walked for half an hour before arriving at a very spacious courtyard.
There are not many furnishings inside, just a few quiet rooms.
"Donor Qiao, please come here. Master Abbot is doing his homework. Please wait a moment. The young monk will go in first to report."
Qiao Yuyan said quickly: "I came here rashly, how can I disturb Master's Qingxiu? I just wait for Master Abbot to finish."
As he was talking, he was about to go in when he suddenly heard the sound of a carriage in a courtyard not far away. He turned around and saw a familiar face.
But it was the girl from the Yuan family who suggested throwing pot at the Song family's wedding banquet that day, and she was Qiao Yuning's best friend.
When she looked over, Yuan Xueqing also happened to look over. Their eyes met and the other nodded lightly as a greeting. Then they boarded the carriage directly without any intention of coming over to talk.
Based on the friendship between the two, this was a matter of course. Qiao Yuyan only nodded and smiled, and then entered the courtyard.
"Is that Miss Yuan a frequent visitor to your temple?"
No wonder Qiao Yuyan asked this. The reputation of Daxiangguo Temple is here. Not only is the abbot difficult to see, but also several other highly respected abbots and masters are not easily seen by ordinary people.
The masters who live in this area all have some reputations. Yuan Xueqing not only appeared here, but also drove directly here, which shows that she is not an ordinary pilgrim.
The young novice monk probably did it because Qiao Yuyan was an honored guest whom the abbot had personally spoken to, so he didn't hide anything.
"Donor Yuan had a relative who practiced in our temple, and passed away in our temple a few years ago. Over the years, every time someone from the Yuan family came to pay their respects, now it is this female benefactor from the Yuan family who comes more frequently."
Although it is not clearly stated who the relative is and what status he had in Daxiangguo Temple in the past, since he has come here to pay his respects, it can be seen that his status is not ordinary.
The Yuan family was a middle-class family in Beijing, so it was a bit surprising that someone would come to Daxiangguo Temple to become a monk.
But she didn't care much about it. What she thought about was the attitude of Miss Yuan at the Song family that day.
Coupled with the relationship between the other party and Qiao Yuning, and now the relationship with Daxiangguo Temple, she had to think more.
After a while, another young monk came over and ushered Qiao Yuyan in. When he entered, he saw the abbot taking him over.
"Little donor Qiao came here specially. He must have something important to do with me. It's my fault that I didn't come in to Tong Bing because I'm not sensible."
This was someone's polite words. With the other person's reputation and status, being able to meet him this time was already a huge honor. Of course, Qiao Yuyan would not climb up this pole, so she quickly said a few polite words.
After tea was served in the inner room, he took out the accounting hook.
After Master Abbot took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, he gently shook his head, "Although they are very similar, these are not the same pair that came out of my hands."
"Oh? Master, can you be sure?"
Qiao Yuyan felt a little regretful after asking this question. The other party said it with such certainty, which meant she was completely sure. Her own question seemed like she didn't trust him.
"Young benefactor, you don't have to doubt it. Although I dare not say that I never forget what I have seen, in this life, I dare to say a word about the things I have handled and will never admit my mistakes."
As he spoke, he pointed to the Avalokitesvara statue on the tent hook and said: "There is a huge difference between these Guanyin statues alone. Although this pair of Guanyin statues are also of good craftsmanship, they are not the same as the pair sent by the Song family.
It's far behind in comparison. If you are not a person who pays close attention to Buddhism, it is normal for you not to be able to tell the difference. But if I can't tell the difference, then I will be ashamed of the majority of believers."
Qiao Yuyan looked at the Guanyin statue for a long time and didn't see anything wrong. She just felt that the expression was very peaceful.
The abbot master then said: "And there is something dirty here. Although I have only been in Daqi all my life, I also traveled around with my master in my early years and saw many strange things. I also recognize this light fragrance. Since
If you know it, how could you let it flow into the Song family's boudoir?"
After hearing what he said about Qing Ling Xiang, Qiao Yuyan no longer didn't believe it.
Banxia said that this kind of spice is rare in Daqi, and because of the language barrier, the names are also different. Among the several names she knows, one is called Qinglingxiang.
Qiao Yuyan hurriedly saluted seriously, "Master, please don't misunderstand me. How can a believer dare to doubt the master? But now that this thing is in our hands, we happened to know that it came from the master, so we shamelessly came over to ask questions. We also hope that we don't want to be confused with the master."
It means there is a rift between people you meet."
Hearing her words, the abbot showed admiration and nodded: "Although this transaction was originally requested for the Song family's eldest grandma, the person who came forward was actually the Song family's wife. The wife acted openly and above all, and she was the most impartial and upright person.
After the death of the little benefactor's family and the Song family, they might as well inform the matter directly. With Mrs. Song's character, instead of resenting the little benefactor, she would be grateful. After all, at this time, it is not only about the safety of the little benefactor's family, but also about the safety of the little benefactor's family.
Peace in the Song family's inner house."
Qiao Yuyan also had this idea in mind, so she nodded quickly, "Thank you, Master, for the tip."
"My little benefactor, Hui Zhi Lan Xin, I just said it in vain," he said, pointing to the tent, "Since the little benefactor knows that this thing is inappropriate, he will definitely not let it get close to your maternity hall again. If your majesty believes in it,
I, Buddha, if you don't send me another thing, I can recite sutras and pray for my unborn child."
Qiao Yuyan didn't believe in these gods and Buddhas before, but after she was reborn, she was exposed to such mysterious and mysterious things, and she felt inexplicably awe of such things in her heart.
Maybe it's because the inner room is too quiet, or maybe it's the sandalwood in the room that makes people calm, or maybe it's the abbot's unearthly demeanor.
When he talked about his unborn child, Qiao Yuyan suddenly thought of Min'er.
That little man in his previous life lost his life early, and he is destined to have no destiny to come to this world in this life.
Where is Min'er now?
Did it never exist from beginning to end, or has it been reincarnated?
Could it be that because of his rebirth, he has become a lonely ghost with nowhere to turn?
Even though she had deliberately not thought about her past life since her rebirth, especially not thinking about anything about Min'er, she still couldn't help but feel heartache at this moment.
"Master, could you please recite a rebirth mantra for me... a relative?" This chapter has been completed!