The Chronicle of the Rebirth of the First Daughter

Chapter 21

The carriage stopped in front of the Ci'en Temple. The clever young man put down his stool, Meng Zhiwen got out of the carriage, and Thrushcross approached and helped Yuechan get off the carriage. He saw the towering gate of the temple, and he could see the greenery inside the Ci'en Temple from the shop floor. I can even smell the curling cigarettes and hear the leisurely sound of wooden fish.

Feeling at ease, Yuechan followed Meng Zhiwen into the gate of Ci'en Temple.

A monk who knew the guest had come over with a smile on his face, saluted Meng Zhiwen first, and said with a smile: "Mr. Meng and the young monk are here. The presiding abbot has been waiting for a long time."

Meng Zhiwen returned the gift with a smile, and asked Huamei and a group of servants to wait outside, while he walked forward with Yuechan alone.

Yuechan watched carefully as she walked, and saw that Zhike monk led them through the main hall, passed several majestic halls, followed the path and crossed a green bamboo forest, the environment became quieter as they walked forward.

She just thought, this abbot must be an eminent monk with extraordinary status, otherwise her father would not be so cautious.

While Yuechan was thinking wildly, she saw the Zhike monk and Meng Zhiwen stop at the same time, and Yuechan also quickly stopped and followed behind Meng Zhiwen with a solemn expression on her face.

"Abbot, Marquis Chongen has brought Miss Meng's family here." The Zhike monk announced outside the door, and then heard a loud voice from inside a bamboo hut: "Haha, Marquis Meng is here, and the poor monk has lost his way. welcome."

While speaking, the door made of green bamboo was pushed open, and a tall and strong five- to sixty-year-old monk in a blue monk's robe came out from the inside.

Yuechan raised her head and looked at the old monk, she saw that he had a round face and big ears, his eyes were not big, but they were deep, he was not a simple person at first glance.

"The abbot's words are serious." Meng Zhiwen said a few words with a smile, and sat down under a pine tree with Yuechan and the abbot.

The century-old ancient pine, the stone table and chairs under the pine, look very simple and simple. From Yuechan's point of view, it is more comfortable than the Meng family's Huawu Jingxuan.

"Yuechan, this is Master Zhidu, the abbot of Ci'en Temple, please greet me first."

After sitting down, Meng Zhiwen called Yuechan to salute the abbot.

Yuechan hurried over and made a simple salute: "Yuechan has met the master..."

She put her hands on the right side, squatted down gently, and greeted Master Zhidu with a smile. Master Zhidu was also looking at her carefully. Master Zhidu laughed and said: "Menghou, your daughter is very good..."

Hearing Master Zhidu's words, Meng Zhiwen was immediately overjoyed. He stood up and bowed to Master Zhidu: "Thank you, Master, for your reminder."

Yuechan was even a little confused, not knowing what charades her father and this master were playing.

There, Master Zhidu did not refuse, accepted Meng Zhiwen's salute, and smiled at Yuechan: "You don't need to be too polite, you can sit too!"

Although Yuechan didn't know what Master Zhidu's intentions were, but after hearing what he said, she also knew that Master Zhidu had accepted her, and it seemed that she wanted to discuss friendship with her peers.

Yuechan sat down on the stone bench next to Meng Zhiwen, and waited for the master to speak again with a smile on her face, but the master was not in a hurry, and just waved his hand for the little novice to bring over the tea set, and asked someone to stand aside The red clay stove, I don't know where to get a small urn of water, so I started to boil water to make tea in front of Yuechan.

Meng Zhiwen smiled, turned his head to Yuechan and said, "Yuechan, you are blessed this time. The tea made by Master Zhidu is first-rate, not everyone can taste it."

While talking, Meng Zhiwen turned his head to stare at Zhidu's movements, but his heart was full of depression. He knew that he could be invited by Zhidu this time, and he could taste the tea made by the master himself. Chan's blessing, however, he was a little puzzled why the master valued Yuechan so much, not only invited her personally, but also made an exception to see a portrait for her.

What Zhidu said just now, that Yuechan is very good, is to point out that Yuechan is a blessed person, and she will be extraordinary in the future. Meng Zhiwen has been in the officialdom for many years, and this can still be distinguished.

Master Zhidu has big palms, but his movements are very flexible. After a while, the water boiled on the stove. He lifted the kettle and put it aside. The tea is poured in one go, and the posture is very elegant.

Yuechan watched, wrote down a series of his actions, and thought about it in her heart to follow when she went back to make tea.

Some time ago, Yuechan was surprised to find that she seemed to have become a lot smarter. Not only could she remember the book just once, but she could memorize everything she saw, as long as she wanted to learn it. Whether it's the embroidery stitches, the various labors, or what a girl said, she remembers them all clearly.

Yuechan knew that this was the benefit she had gained from being a ghost for many years, and she cherished it very much. From then on, she paid attention to it, and when she saw something she didn't know before, she looked at it carefully, and then secretly wrote it down. Thinking about it, I just want to learn more things, which may be useful at critical moments.

Master Zhidu finished this series of things, pushed two teacups in front of Yuechan and Meng Zhiwen, and said with a smile: "I am very happy to have a friend come to the poor monk, and I will make a cup of tea to express my respect."

Meng Zhiwen didn't even dare to say so, raised his glass to drink with Master Zhidu, Yuechan also quickly picked up the teacup and took a sip, and immediately felt the aroma, the light aroma had a hint of bitterness, but the tea In the throat, the bitter taste turned sweet, and then became a little sour, it was really changeable, and I knew in my heart that this tea was really rare.

After drinking a cup of tea, Zhidu laughed: "There is nothing special about my tea, but the water for making tea is when I have nothing to do. I took the water from the bamboo leaves in the early morning when the sun just rose. The dew is stored, and the method of making tea is a bit special, so the tea tastes different."

Yuechan smiled and nodded: "Yuechan has been taught."

Zhidu looked at Yuechan, then at Meng Zhiwen, put his thick hands on the stone table, and sighed boldly: "Menghou, your daughter is really kind, she is a blessed one, and Menghou is also blessed. "

Meng Zhiwen was taken aback, Zhidu had already praised Yuechan twice today, this...is very strange.

Zhidu saw Meng Zhiwen's doubts, and looked at Yuechan again, it seemed that she was not affected by him, she just lowered her head to study the white porcelain teacup, Zhidu smiled and explained to Meng Zhiwen: "Ms. When he came, the poor monk saw that the young lady's face was strange, as if she had died young, and when she looked closely, she didn't know when, the bad luck had been broken, and the young lady's future was a little unclear. The poor monk looked at the young lady's words and deeds, her eyes were clear and innocent, and she knew that the young lady must be a blessed person. With such a great blessing, she broke her fate and took the future into her own hands. People with this kind of destiny To be honest, the poor monk has never seen it before, and the young lady is No. 1."

As soon as the word No.1 came out, Yuechan trembled and almost smashed the teacup. She was secretly surprised, and said that this monk Zhidu looked really unusual. He could even see things like his own rebirth. If you show some clues, you must be wise, and you really have to be careful in the future.

She was thinking about it here, but Meng Zhiwen turned pale with shock. After looking at Yuechan carefully, she couldn't understand why her daughter died young. Although Zhidu said it was broken, Meng Zhiwen was still a little Don't worry.

He was about to speak, and asked carefully, but Zhidu turned his head to look at Yuechan: "Miss Meng, the poor monk has something unclear, and I want to ask the lady for advice."

Yuechan suppressed the fear in her heart, put the teacup away, and smiled at Zhidu: "Master, please speak directly, I can't afford to ask for advice."

The smile on Zhidu's face receded, and he put on a serious face, his eyes slightly drooping: "Dare to ask Miss, what is form is emptiness, and emptiness is form?"

Yuechan was stunned, and thought about it carefully, these words were from the Heart Sutra written by her. This volume of Buddhist scriptures should not exist in Jokhang Kingdom now, and where did Zhidu know about it?

Somewhat confused, Yuechan turned her head to look at Meng Zhiwen, and Meng Zhiwen explained with a smile: "I don't know what the scripture you wrote earlier means being a father, but I also know that Master Zhidu is very virtuous, so I came to ask for advice." Master, however, it seems that the master has not read this volume of scriptures, so he stayed and said that he wanted to check it out, now it seems..."

Before Meng Zhiwen finished speaking, Yuechan understood that the master dared to search for a long time but didn't know where the Heart Sutra came from, so he simply asked Meng Zhiwen to bring her here, trying to figure it out from her. up.

After she figured it out, Yuechan couldn't laugh or cry. If she had known this earlier, she could just write a scripture at random, so why was she looking for something to write the Heart Sutra?

Yuechan's mind turned sharply, thinking about how to explain the origin of the Heart Sutra and the meaning of the scriptures to Zhidu, she was in a hurry, when she heard a clear and clear voice from a young man not far away: "Monk Zhidu, again! Stealing some good tea behind someone's back..."

this voice?Yuechan was startled, how could this voice be so familiar.

"Little friend is here..." Zhi Du laughed.

Hearing the voice again, he continued: "Isn't it? Why don't you take out your good tea this time, and see if I don't kill you and leave nothing behind."

Yuechan could recognize this tone, this voice even if it turned into ashes, her fingers were trembling, her whole body was terrified, she made up her mind and looked up, and saw a young boy walking under the thick shade, he was wearing a white robe, Wide-banded waist, covered with dark green wide-sleeved gown with silver thread, from a distance, the sleeves flutter.

In addition, the young man's long hair was in a small bundle, with a few strands of hair floating around his cheeks, and the hair was not tied very neatly. Only part of it was tied on the top of his head, which was fixed with a silver hairpin, and part of it floated behind his head.

His sword eyebrows were drawn into the temples, his narrow and long eagle eyes were bright and energetic, and his nose was straight and square. Looking at him this way, he added a bit of a heavy bronze-like atmosphere to his chic and unrestrained style.

This person, Yuechan will never forget in her lifetime, is her husband from the previous life, the good son of the Fu family, Fu Wenbin, a well-known noble son in Chang'an City.

(End of this chapter)