As the saying goes, the Grand Avenue and the Palace are three thousand miles apart, and the last step is Nantianmen.
Nantian Temple is located in the city of Shendu,
Along Tongtian Street, all the way south, to the end of Tongtian Street, there is a mountain made of white stones, 2,732 feet high, with 800 Buddhist temples and heavenly palaces, with divine cranes and golden beasts flying around the mountain.
Nantian Temple was originally just a small temple in the mountains, which could not be compared with Buddhist holy places such as "Bhikkhu Nunnery". However, in the past few hundred years, it has grown rapidly. In terms of momentum and scale, it has the potential to catch up with Bhikkhu Nunnery.
There are rumors in the market that it is because the abbot of Nantian Temple, "Maitreya", is a close friend of the Grand Master of the current dynasty. Most of the empresses and princes' wives in the palace would rush to Nantian Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings. Two hundred years ago, Emperor Jin even came to Nantian Temple to pray for blessings. Here we pray for the throne and offer sacrifices to heaven,
The Eight Hundred Buddha Hall was built in this way.
When the bronze cart arrived outside the Nantianmen, the sun had already set on the top of the mountain.
There has never been a temple with such a majestic gate. The pure gold plaque alone is ten meters long and weighs tens of thousands of kilograms. The two red doors are covered with red copper nails the size of human heads. In front of the door. Twelve golden pillars are built, with dragons and phoenixes carved on them, which have the power to reach the nine heavens.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the golden pillars, bursting out with dazzling brilliance.
Feng Feiyun stepped down from the bronze cart, and a young novice wearing white monk robes led him into Nantian Temple.
This little novice monk is about six or seven years old. His bald head is round and exudes precious light. His clear eyes are like two black gems. There is a pious and solemn feeling in his eyes, as if he has seen through the vicissitudes of the world. ,
"Little monk, your Nantian Temple is really magnificent." Feng Feiyun followed, walking along a white jade-carved staircase towards the top of the mountain.
"In the eyes of the Buddha, there is no such thing as rich or poor. What's gold and jade on the outside is gloomy inside." The little novice monk smiled and said,
Feng Feiyun was slightly surprised and couldn't help but look at the little novice monk twice. He found that his gaze was moved three feet away from his body by a whirlpool, and he was unable to touch his true body. ,
There are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the city of gods. A seven-year-old novice monk has such a level of cultivation.
"Donor, are you here to offer incense or to worship Buddha?" the little novice monk said with a smile.
Feng Feiyun said: "There is a difference between the two."
"Of course there is a difference. Sending incense is to pray to the Buddha, and worshiping the Buddha is to respect the Buddha. The two cannot be synonymous." said the little novice monk,
Feng Feiyun nodded and said: "I am here not to offer incense or to worship Buddha, but to meet a person."
The little novice monk suddenly stopped, turned around, raised his head, looked at Feng Feiyun, and said: "It turns out that the benefactor is the son of a demon. No wonder the demonic aura on his body is so heavy. I thought he was the one on the "Epic World List" Dongfang Jingshui came, but unexpectedly he was the prostitute from "The Next Epic Genius List"."
What a powerful little monk. I didn't see through him, but he had seen through me. Feng Feiyun became cautious.
Feng Feiyun smiled and said: "It seems that the little donor knows who I want to see."
The little novice monk nodded and said: "The Divine Concubine lives in Qingtan Courtyard. The Divine Concubine is compassionate and pitiful. The troubled times are coming and massacres are coming. She has been praying for three days. I hope that the gods can bless my God, the Jin Dynasty, the peace and prosperity of the country and the people."
"You little novice monk knows a lot." Feng Feiyun said with a smile.
"Amitabha, little monk knows nothing." The little novice clasped his hands together, bowed to Feng Feiyun, and then walked away on the clouds with his monk's clothes fluttering.
"Uh-huh."
Feng Feiyun stepped on the wheel of reincarnation, and his body turned into a strong wind, jumping among the Buddhist temples on the cliffs. However, he still could not catch up with the little novice monk. When the little novice monk disappeared, Feng Feiyun finally fell. On the ground, when I looked up, I saw in front of me a simple but old Buddhist temple.
"Qing Tan Yuan."
Feng Feiyun had a slight smile on his lips, and then he pushed the door open and entered without any scruples.
At this time, the last ray of sunlight fell off the ancient city wall, and a faint bright moon hung above the stars in the sky, spreading its bright moonlight.
Stepping into Qingtan Courtyard, you can feel a fresh and elegant atmosphere. Take a deep breath, and the flesh and blood in your body seems to have been washed, bringing out the turbid air.
Qingtan Courtyard is located at the top corner of Nantian Temple, facing a thousand-foot cliff to the north. At a glance, you can see hundreds of miles of the city.
Feng Feiyun stepped on the path paved with small jade-green stones, passed through the ancient green sandalwood forest, and came to the entrance of a Buddhist temple.
This is a simple Buddhist temple with only a small wooden house. Outside the wooden house, there are two bronze Buddha statues with faces like Arhats.
Feng Feiyun clasped his hands on his chest, bowed towards the Buddhist courtyard, and said: "Feng Feiyun, who was born late, came to pay homage to Concubine Ji."
The Buddhist lamp in the wooden house trembled slightly,
There was no sound of reply,
For a person like the Divine Concubine, no monk dared to use his spiritual consciousness to explore. That would be disrespectful to the Divine Concubine. Naturally, Feng Feiyun did not dare to use his spiritual consciousness to explore whether there was anyone in the Buddhist temple.
After a moment of silence, Feng Feiyun slowly walked towards the wooden house.
A "squeak" sound,
Pushing the door open,
Inside the wooden house is a simple Buddhist hall, with a Buddha statue, an incense burner, and a futon, but there is no one there.
Feng Feiyun took a gentle sniff and could smell the scent of white flowers remaining in the Buddhist hall. It was the same as the scent on the letter sent by Ji Lingmei, proving that Ji Lingmei had indeed stayed here.
"It's not here."
Feng Feiyun turned around and hurried out of the Buddhist hall, fearing that someone would discover that he had intruded into the concubine's place of prayer. However, the moment Feng Feiyun walked out of the Buddhist hall, his body froze and he discovered the courtyard outside. Among them, stood a graceful and charming woman,
This woman was very thinly dressed, with only a faint layer of green gauze covering her body. Standing under the moon, her seductive and graceful figure was outlined in an extremely moving way.
She stood on the edge of the cliff outside the Buddhist hall, under an ancient green sandalwood tree, looking into the distance,
The total time for Feng Feiyun to enter and leave the Buddhist hall was no more than two breaths, but this woman had already appeared outside. How could Feng Feiyun not be surprised?
Although Feng Feiyun could only see her back, this back was so beautiful that it was imprinted in his mind and engraved in his heart. No man could forget her after seeing this back. ,
Feng Feiyun's footsteps became even lighter. He stopped ten steps behind the woman and bowed respectfully: "Meet Concubine Ji."
This woman was none other than "Ji Lingmei", one of the four rumored concubines of the gods. Because Feng Feiyun smelled the fragrance of Bailan flowers on her body,
Ji Lingmei still stood there motionless, her fingers gently touched the chiffon silk on her shoulders, her thin and soft lips lightly opened, and she said faintly: "You are Feng Feiyun."
This is a very young voice, not like a monk who has lived for two hundred years, but like a cardamom girl,
"It's this junior." Feng Feiyun said,
"Junior, haha, am I that old?" Ji Lingmei let out a sweet sigh, slowly turned her head, her beautiful apricot eyes blinked gently, and said, "Raise your head."
"Juniors don't dare." Feng Feiyun said,
"I will pardon your innocence." Ji Lingmei said,
Feng Feiyun then slowly raised his head, and a hint of surprise flashed through his eyes. The woman in front of him was not as graceful and luxurious as he had imagined. Instead, she looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl who had just begun to have an affair.
A woman who has stood for a long time, no matter how good her appearance is, can maintain her youthful appearance, but her eyes cannot deceive anyone.
The eyes of a sixteen-year-old woman and a forty-year-old woman are completely different.
But Ji Lingmei's eyes are clearer than those of a sixteen-year-old woman, her skin is whiter and more delicate than that of a seventeen-year-old woman, and she is plumper and slimmer than that of an eighteen-year-old woman.
She doesn't have the aura of wealth and nobility of a deep palace concubine, but instead has the refined and pure feeling of a female disciple of an immortal sect.
Feng Feiyun was shocked, "Ji Lingmei and Ji Cangyue look alike. Are they really Ji Cangyue's biological aunt? Why do I feel that she is more like Ji Cangyue's biological sister?"
Yes, Ji Lingmei and Ji Cangyue look very similar, and they appear to be two years younger than Ji Cangyue.
Feng Feiyun looked away again, not daring to look at the divine concubine. Her eyes were so beautiful that they could enchant men.
He took out the box of Bailan floral dew, presented it with both hands, and said, "Junior, I heard that Concubine Ji loved the fragrance of Bailan flowers, so I made a special trip to Yingoufang to buy this box, specially dedicated to the Queen."
Ji Lingmei's slender brows wrinkled slightly, and she said in a naive manner: "This is not the imperial palace. You don't need to call me empress, and don't call me senior. If you can't do this, that box of Bailan No matter how precious the flower dew is, I will not accept it."
Feng Feiyun secretly exclaimed, this woman is indeed very powerful. Any simple words can make a man have unreasonable thoughts.
"Then what should I call..." Feng Feiyun hadn't finished speaking yet.
"Just call me Lingmei." Ji Lingmei said with a smile.
Feng Feiyun gritted his teeth gently and said, "Mother, this is inappropriate."
"If you don't scream, you are disobeying the order." Ji Lingmei slowly walked towards Feng Feiyun. Her graceful figure was particularly attractive, but it was not a vulgar temptation, but a direct one. The temptation that strikes the soul,
Feng Feiyun felt a fragrant wind rushing toward him, and felt like it was about to rush into his arms.
But this was just an illusion. Ji Lingmei stood one step in front of him, stopped, stretched out a snow-white slender arm, and lightly touched Feng Feiyun's palm with her fingers. ,
This gentle touch felt like a current flowing from the palm of his hand straight into Feng Feiyun's heart, causing thousands of charming thoughts to emerge in Feng Feiyun's mind.
Feng Feiyun secretly screamed something bad, bit the tip of his tongue quickly, and forcibly cut off the beautiful thoughts in his mind. His back was already dripping with cold sweat, "What a powerful woman, she made me fall down in the first round."
Ji Lingmei's long eyelashes blinked gently, staring at the changes on Feng Feiyun's face, she let out a silver bell-like laughter, and took the box of Bailan flower dew from Feng Feiyun's hand, holding both hands
Holding it in the palm of his hand, he chuckled and said: "I didn't expect that the legendary son of the devil could be so shy. Mr. Feng, I have no sleep tonight. Can you let me hold it in your arms and watch the moon all night?"