Jinghong Tower

When He Ran said this, she just shut up. She looked around and saw the little novice monk coming out with a wooden basin. There were several pieces of clothes in the wooden basin, which were obviously going to be washed.

He Ran walked over and asked, "Little master, how many masters are there in the temple?"

"It's just the master and me, the two of us." The little novice monk raised two fingers and made a scissor hand gesture.

He Ran looked interesting and asked casually: "Is it convenient to say the name of the abbot?"

"Conveniently, my master's name is empty." The little novice monk said proudly.

"Where is the little master's Buddhist name?" He Ran asked him with a smile.

"My name is Baide." The little novice monk puffed up his chest.

"Baide?" He Ran was a little surprised when he heard such a Dharma name for the first time.

The little novice monk quickly explained to him: "The master picked me up in front of the mountain gate. The master said that it was the Buddha who blessed him and gave him a disciple for free, so he named me Bai De."

When the little novice monk talked about his life experience, there was no sadness in his eyes, but a bit of pride in his eyes.

Look, the master and I are both lucky people. The master got an apprentice for free, and I got a master for free.

He Ran smiled. No wonder Feng Xueying wanted to hide here to lick her wounds. If it were her, she would choose this too.

Buddhists insist on not eating after lunch, but Feng Xueying still invited He Ran to have dinner before leaving. The evening meal was cooked by Feng Xueying and Baide together, including green vegetables, tofu and brown rice.

Bai De told He Ran that the vegetables were grown in the temple and the tofu was given by lay Buddhists who often came here.

He Ran found that Bai De was also having dinner with them, and Bai De said: "Master said that it was time for me to grow taller, so he asked me to eat three meals a day like Donor Feng."

He Ran smiled: "Your master is right."

He grinned widely, showing his neat white teeth: "My master is an eminent monk."

When He Ran left, he put a fifty-tael silver note in the merit box.

It was almost dusk when He Ran walked out of Jinghua Temple, and the sunset dyed half of the sky red.

There are many temples and temples in Mount Wutai. He Ran walked seven or eight miles and found a nunnery called Huaishou Temple. He paid for the fragrant oil and stayed here.

He Ran washed her face, walked out of the dormitory for female laymen, and asked a nun in her forties about Jinghua Temple. The nun said, "Is the donor going to donate bricks and tiles to Jinghua Temple?"

He Ran thought of the open space and a few bricks he saw in Jinghua Temple, and nodded: "Yes, I happened to pass by there today, went in and took a look, and saw that a main hall was going to be built in the temple."

The nun said: "Yes, Jinghua Temple was burned down in the early years. Later, Master Bubu came to Wutai Mountain and vowed to rebuild Jinghua Temple. Alas, building a temple is not that easy. It is not a famous temple. Master Bubu has been here for thirty years. It took more than a year to build two main halls."

He Ran thought of Feng Xueying and Bai De, probably because of their age. Therefore, He Ran naturally thought that the master was not very old, at most a middle-aged man, but the nun said that he was not a master. Having been here for more than thirty years, he seems to be an elderly monk.

He Ran asked again: "Why was Jinghua Temple burned down back then?"

The nun sighed, shook her head, chanted the Buddha's name, and said no more.

He Ran didn't ask any more questions. The next day, she walked seven or eight miles and came to Jinghua Temple again. This time she bought a basket of apples from a small stall selling offerings. She carried the apple into Jinghua Temple. Bai De saw her and greeted her happily: "Donor, you are here again."

He Ran handed him the basket in his hand: "Take it and eat it."

Bai De happily took the basket, but did not eat it. Instead, he picked the largest and reddest apple, wiped it clean with his sleeve, and offered it to the Buddha.

Today Feng Jieying did not go to fetch water, but could not follow the master in chanting sutras. He Ran walked around the temple and saw an ancient locust tree as thick as a hug. There were obvious signs of being burned by fire on the tree body, but the crown was still there. Lush.

He Ran stood under the tree. The bird on the branch did not fly away. He tilted his little head and looked at her curiously.

He Ran smiled. She might have a connection with the bird. Fortunately, she didn't bring Xiao Ba with her when she came out this time. Otherwise, she would have been chasing the bird and quarreling, and there would be no peace for a moment.

Sensing movement behind him, He Ran turned around and saw Feng Xueying. He was still wearing a monk's robe, but the shoes on his feet were changed from straw sandals to monk shoes with six holes.

He Ran put his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute to him. Feng Xueying also returned the Buddhist salute. He Ran saw that Feng Xueying's hand was holding a string of Buddhist beads.

"Master He is here again." After one night, the loneliness in Feng Xueying's eyes had disappeared. It seemed that he had let go of some things.

He Ran was very happy for him and said with a smile: "Yes, I'm here again. Mr. Feng is extremely smart. I think he knew my intention yesterday."

Feng Xieying smiled: "How can I be worthy of being extremely intelligent?"

Yesterday, He Ran was still trying her best to make him understand that he was just a chess piece in the hands of King Jin, but now she came over and said that he was extremely smart?

This is the boss of He Da

Seeing that he didn't speak, He Ran took it as his acquiescence.

So He Ran continued to point out the purpose of his visit: "I, He Ran, please come out and help me."

This time, she changed to cupping her fists, full of sincerity.

Feng Jieying laughed at herself: "Feng Tan doesn't deserve it."

He Ran thought to himself, even if he said he was unworthy, what about the arrogance of a scholar? Have you been beaten to the point of complacency? And you said you don’t have a glass heart? Fortunately, there were no high-rise buildings in ancient times, otherwise you would have jumped from the eighteenth floor a long time ago.

He Ran said: "I know a girl. Three generations of her family have been in the military, and she is the fourth generation. She and her brother are both determined to be soldiers, and they are all preparing to become soldiers.

When he grew up, his brother became an outstanding soldier, not only a soldier, but also a king of soldiers. Unfortunately, he died at a young age, not on the battlefield, but in a plane crash. It was an accident.

The death of his brother caused his father's hair to turn gray overnight, and his mother suddenly became seriously ill.

Facing her parents, the girl made a decision. She would not join the army. She would stay with her parents and family to take care of them. Her grandfather and parents all advised her. They knew her wish and they also wanted to see her wear clothes. She looked like she was wearing a military uniform, but she insisted on her idea. She wanted to accompany them and take care of them. "

He Ran stopped talking here. That girl was her. Her brother died in a plane crash, and she dropped out of the military school after her brother died. She re-took the college entrance examination the next year and studied architecture.

"This girl's choice is not wrong. It is correct to let her parents enjoy family happiness." Feng Jieying said.

He Ran smiled bitterly: "It's a pity that she only stayed with her parents for three years. In the third year, she accompanied her parents to the beach for vacation, and drowned in front of her parents. Even her body was not found. She asked her parents to send the white-haired person to the black-haired one again. People, and this time, in front of their very eyes, let them see their only daughter drown in the water."