The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset - Chapter 629 withered prosperity

   Chapter 629 Withering Prosperity

   Xiangliu Town is full of hawkers who set up stalls, some selling snacks, some handicrafts, and some selling incense sticks and burning paper.

  The streets are not open to traffic at all, Xiaohua reluctantly parked the car under a big locust tree at the head of the town, and walked into the lively gathering with Mingjing.

   Xiangliu Town is the only road leading to Xiangguo Temple. As the name suggests, willows are planted on both sides of the road connecting Xiangliu Town and Xiangguo Temple. At this moment, under the warm spring breeze, the willow branches dance with the wind.

The majestic golden dome of Xiangguo Temple is located on the 999 steps. All believers who go to worship should walk up the 999 steps alone to show their sincerity. This step is also called the prayer ladder. .

   At the moment above the stairs, there are dense figures, looking from a distance, like a moving dark cloud.

  Xiaohua was surprised: "Why so many people?"

   Ming Jing brushed the hem of her skirt and walked up the stairs: "Today is the first day of the new year."

  Incense day on the 15th day of the first lunar month, not to mention the first ancient temple like Xiangguo Temple, the number of believers is unknown, and the incense will only be more prosperous.

Xiaohua hurriedly followed. The nine hundred and ninety-nine steps didn't look too high, but it was life-threatening to climb up. There was a heightened barrier between the steps, and it was extremely difficult to climb up. Khan, the pilgrims beside him were also tired and panting, and he was gasping for breath.

  Only Mingjing, every step he took up looked so relaxed, his expression was leisurely, his steps were calm, and he was completely different from the people around him, and he easily left everyone behind.

  The girl is wearing a long white dress today, the skirt is as long as the ankle, and the silver lotus pattern on the skirt is very beautiful in the sun.

   The slender and beautiful back is naturally straight, like the arrogant cold plum in the wind and snow, with a clear and arrogant appearance.

In the shadow of the back that was crawling up, the girl's figure was particularly striking, and the amazing eyes of the people around her frequently fell on her, but before anyone could see her face clearly, there was nothing but swaying in their eyes. the silver wave.

   "Mother-in-law, be careful." With the help of the girl, the old woman with inconvenient legs avoided an accident.

   She thanked her in surprise: "As I get older, my legs and feet are inconvenient."

   "There are special monks in the temple who receive the elderly and children in the town, and enter the temple through another passage, why don't you go?"

The old woman took out her handkerchief and wiped the sweat on her forehead, "My grandson is seriously ill. The doctor said that the operation risk is very high, and the operation will be performed tomorrow. People say that the Bodhisattva in Xiangguo Temple is the most effective. The Bodhisattva will feel my sincerity, and I hope the Bodhisattva will bless my grandson with a smooth operation."

  Ding Jing supported her and walked through the last stairs, and the simple and heavy gate of Xiangguo Temple appeared in front of her.

   Surprise burst out from the turbid eyes of the old woman, and she folded her hands and bowed: "Amitabha, finally arrived."

   "Girl what are you asking for? Marriage?"

   Those who come to Xiangguo Temple have nothing to ask for?

   Mingjing said warmly: "My sister has a strange disease, I hope my sister wakes up soon."

   "Girl, I think you have a good face, God bless you, your sister will be fine."

  The incense in the temple is prosperous, the pilgrims are endless, and the sound of chanting sutras in the Mahavira Hall is faintly floating in the heaven and earth, soothing the restlessness and anxiety of the believers who come.

  The old woman saw that Ming Jing was young and definitely didn't know how to burn incense, so she took out the incense that she had prepared earlier, gave some to Ming Jing, and taught her hand by hand.

  Ding Jing knelt down on the futon with the old woman, and on the top of his head was the body of Guanyin Bodhisattva, looking at the world with compassionate eyes.

   Mingjing closed his eyes and prayed silently in his heart, then followed the old woman to get up and put the incense stick into the incense burner.

   A table was placed next to the main hall. A middle-aged monk sat behind the table to unravel the signing. Ming Jing walked past the table.

  There were people coming and going in the main hall, but no one dared to make a noise, so the surroundings seemed extraordinarily quiet.

   As soon as the monk finished speaking, everyone around him turned their eyes to Ming Jing.

  Ming Jing turned around, smiled and said, "What's the matter with Master?"

   The monk glanced at it inadvertently, but when he saw the girl's face clearly, the palm fan in his hand fell to the ground.

   "You...you actually..."

Excited, he suddenly stopped talking, looked at Ming Jing's face deeply, and took the lottery box on the side, "The face of the donor is rare in the world. He is a person of great virtue and great blessing, but I see the cumulus clouds between the donor's eyebrows. There seems to be something bothering me recently, why don't I draw a lottery to clear the way for the donor."

  The mirror shook the bamboo tube, and the monk kept staring at her face. If he hadn't known that he was a reputable monk in Xiangguo Temple, everyone would have thought he was a wretched man who covets beauty.

   A bamboo stick fell off the bamboo tube and fell on the table.

   The monk picked up the bamboo stick and shook his head: "It's an empty stick, whether it's the past or future of the donor, I can't see clearly..."

   is not a lack of cultivation, but a lack of qualifications.

At this time, there was a commotion at the door, and a young and handsome monk came over, followed by two little novices. Wherever he passed, the crowd retreated one after another, and people looked at him with pious respect and enthusiasm. worship.

   "Master Ming Lan..."

  The monk walked in front of the mirror, and first nodded to the monk behind the table, "Master Kujing."

   Then, when facing the mirror, he put his hands together and said in an extremely calm voice: "Junior sister has come from a long way, and Master has been waiting for you for a long time."

   There was a sigh of relief around him. This young master, Dharma-named Ming Deng, was the direct disciple of Master Ku Rong, who presided over the Xiangguo Temple. He had a very high prestige among the younger generation.

Xiangguo Temple was a royal monastery in ancient times, and each chairperson was a great master of protecting the country, who was in charge of protecting the country. During the Yue Dynasty, Buddhism flourished. According to incomplete statistics, thirteen clan members became monks in the Yue Dynasty. , Even the princesses and concubines have many records of monks.

   Therefore, Huguo Temple has a unique and lofty position in history. Even in modern times, its status has continued unabated, and even because of the multiplication of believers, it is quite popular among the people.

   In particular, the current host of Huguo Temple, Master Kurong, is a real monk.

  People have never seen the real Buddha. In their minds, Master Kurong is the incarnation of Buddha.

   And Master Ku Rong's direct disciple, Ming Deng, is also an unattainable existence in people's hearts.

   Now seeing that he was actually kind to a girl, called her Junior Sister, and mentioned that the rumored Master Ku Rong was waiting for her, it was simply incredible.

   What is the identity of this girl?

   (end of this chapter)