Don't ask where people go

Chapter 314
Fang Zilan looked over and saw a young novice monk standing on the steps not far away. It was the one she had seen in Longyan Temple and followed Master Yuan.

Mo Han sized up the little novice, then at Fang Zilan, and said, "Little master, do you know sister Lan?"

"There was a relationship once." The little novice saluted, "Amitabha, Master asked me to invite Lord Fang into the temple."

Fang Zilan was stunned, "Master Liao Yuan knew I would come here?"

"One of Master's old friends is now in the temple. He guessed that Master Fang would come." The little novice said politely, "So Master asked me to come and welcome Master Fang."

Fang Zilan was flattered and said: "Please trouble little master, it's just me..."

She didn't go on, the little novice smiled slightly and said, "Lord Fang doesn't enter the temple, but those who consciously kill, the smell of blood is too strong, afraid of dirtying the purity of Buddhism?"

Fang Zilan's eyes widened suddenly, and the little novice nodded slightly and said, "Master Fang, you don't have to look at me like that. This is also the guess of that old friend of Master. He asked me to tell Master Fang that only those who are in awe will have scruples, and even more so." What's more, Mr. Fang kills for the sake of all beings, how could he not be able to enter Buddhism with such a compassionate heart?"

"I'm stuck." Fang Zilan smiled, "Thank you little master for reminding me, I'll let you in."

"Master Fang, please." The little novice bowed and made a gesture of invitation, and then stepped aside.

Fang Zilan slowly stepped up the steps in front of the Baiye Temple, Mo Han and the little novice followed her until she entered the temple, and all the believers coming and going were respectful and devout.

Seeing this, Fang Zilan couldn't help but lighten her footsteps, and the little novice said to her: "Master Fang, it's rare for Master and old friend to see each other. Please forgive me for the poor hospitality."

"Little Master, you are welcome. We can walk around the temple by ourselves. How dare we bother Master Yuan to accompany you?" Fang Zilan saluted and said, "There are many people in the temple tonight. If you want to come to the temple tonight, you don't have to entertain us."

The little novice returned a salute, "Amitabha, since Mr. Fang said so, please go your own way."

After the little novice left, Fang Zilan walked straight to the Buddhist hall where the long-burning lamp was lit in her memory, and Mo Han followed behind her, and couldn't help asking: "What is Sister Lan looking for?"

"Eternal lamp." Fang Zilan explained simply: "At the beginning, my mother offered an everlasting lamp here."

Mo Han thought for a while and said, "Why did Sister Lan's mother offer the everlasting lamp? Is it to pray for a wish in this life or in a future life?"

"What do you mean?" Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment, "Aren't the ever-burning lamps used for praying?"

"Sister Lan doesn't know that there are two types of ever-burning lanterns in the Dajing Buddhist Temple. Besides the prayer lanterns you mentioned, there is also a ghost lantern." Mo Han stood in front of the Buddhist hall, looking at the thousands of ever-burning lanterns in the hall, Said: "Sister Lan, look, the ones on the left use red candle oil, which are praying lamps, and they are praying for this life. The ones on the right are white candle oil, which are ghost lamps. It is for believers to pray for the dead relatives." What I want to use is the rebirth."

Fang Zilan looked at it carefully, and asked curiously: "Mo Han, how do you know this?"

"My mother also quietly offered two everlasting lanterns in the temple." Mo Han said in a low voice, "It is used to pray for the former general Zhenbei King Pingnan and Wangfei."

Fang Zilan quickly reacted, "Your uncle and aunt?"

"Yes." Mo Han walked in with Fang Zilan, "Sister Lan's mother offered a prayer lamp?"

Fang Zilan nodded and walked to the table on the left.There were many ever-burning lamps on the table, and she searched for a long time before she found the ever-burning lamp with the inscription on the amulet engraved on the high place near the inside.

Among the many ever-burning lamps, this one was inconspicuous, but Fang Zilan looked up at the amulet on the lamp, and remained silent for a long time, as if he wanted to carve it into his heart.

"Amitabha, does this benefactor want to offer an everlasting lamp?" A voice came from behind Fang Zilan. She turned her head and saw a benevolent old monk standing not far away. It was the same person she saw in her dream.

Fang Zilan blurted out: "Master, who offered the ever-bright lamp engraved with mountains and rivers forever on the amulet?"

The old monk Zhuang Rong said solemnly: "Siren has passed away, please let the benefactor leave a piece of peace for the deceased."

"Since the man has passed away, who is offering this lamp?" Fang Zilan asked, but the old monk didn't answer and asked instead: "The benefactor knows the person who offered the lamp?"

Fang Zilan pursed her lips, "The wish of this lamp is also my wish. If no one offers this lamp, may Master let me offer it?"

"The benefactor has a heart, it's a good thing." The old monk took the lamp oil beside the table and handed it to Fang Zilan, "Please, benefactor."

Fang Zilan glanced at the lamp oil in her hand, the old monk was about to carry the ladder for her, when she tapped her toes, and in a blink of an eye the lamp oil had landed steadily in the ever-burning lamp.

"The benefactor cares about the world and has extraordinary skills. He is not an ordinary person." The old monk stared at the person in front of him, feeling somewhat familiar.

"To tell the truth, Master, I was born in the army." Fang Zilan clasped her fists and saluted, "Qiu Ba is reckless, I hope Master will not take offense."

The old monk froze in place, "The benefactor is Mr. Fang, the Duke of Yue?"

"Yes." Fang Zilan admitted generously, but the old monk suddenly sighed, "The benefactor who offered this lamp back then wished that the mountains and rivers would be eternal in his heart, and it was Wen An Tianxia, ​​not Wu Ding Qiankun. I never thought , the person who inherits her wish is actually a warrior."

Fang Zilan's heart tightened. Speaking of which, in her fragmentary memory, her mother usually asked her to do things like reading, calligraphy, embroidery and flower arrangement. A lesson.

If mother knew that she had become a killer, she would be so angry that she would have to come back to life.

"Wen An Tianxia must come after Wu Ding Qian Kun." The speaker was Mo Han, and he said seriously: "If the Qian Kun is not yet determined, how can we talk about Wen An Tian Kun?"

"The benefactor is right." The old monk nodded slightly, "It's just that everyone has their own ambitions. The benefactor before..." He paused, "Forget it, it's all fate."

"Fate?" Fang Zilan thought about it, and said, "Master, I want to personally offer an everlasting lamp to pray for the blessings of the sacrificed soldiers."

"Master Fang, you..." The old monk muttered, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"I know." Fang Zilan said in a low voice: "It's tantamount to a dream to provide a lamp for thousands of people with one's own strength. But Baiye Temple is the national temple of Dajing, I think the master should be able to help me realize my wish."

The old monk took a deep breath, "Master Fang, please wait a moment."

"Thank you." Fang Zilan watched the old monk move out a huge ever-burning lamp from behind the Buddha statue. She and Mo Han walked over to help the old monk put the lamp on the table on the right.

"Lord Fang, whether or not the great everlasting lamp can be lit depends on chance." The old monk placed white candle oil and said, "In the Lianhua Palace there is a great everlasting lamp personally lit by Emperor Tai'an, praying for the peace of the world. "

Fang Zilan lit the candle without hesitation, but the flames were faltering.She bit her lips tightly, cut her palm without saying a word, and the blood dripped into the lamp oil along the palm lines.

She didn't believe in ghosts and gods or people, but this time she would rather be superstitious once and light this big everlasting lamp.

All the gods and Buddhas are above, Fang Zilan is willing to use blood as a sacrifice, and pray for the sacrificed soldiers to come to Chang'an.

As the silent recitation in her heart ended, the candlelight of the ever-burning lamp gradually settled down, extremely bright.

The old monk recited "Amitabha", and Fang Zilan's lips curled up slightly. Just as he was about to say something, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a Buddha card with "Zhuge Shan" engraved on it, and next to it was "Zhuge Jun" .

　Zhuge's family - from top to bottom, there are stories...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)