Chapter 587
Jietai
Chapter 587 Jietai
Lord Pei came to visit late at night, and the abbot of Jietai Temple quickly got out of the hot bed.
The abbot's name was Wukong, and he smiled so flatteringly.
"Master Pei, come here at this time..."
"I heard that you have a patch of sweet-scented osmanthus here. I'll bring someone over to enjoy the flowers."
late at night;
heavy snowfall;
Flower viewing?
No wonder Mr. Pei didn't ask him to listen to music recently. It turned out that he had changed to the elegant route.
Wukong smiled: "Master Pei, thank you, please come with me."
Huang Qi ate two Maolizi and learned the lesson this time, "Third Master, let me carry you!"
Wukong: "Master Xie's legs and feet are injured. We have a wheelchair in the temple. Do you want..."
"want!"
The wheelchairs were brought and the group walked deeper into the temple.
There is not a large area of osmanthus in the back garden of the temple. There are only a dozen or so in the back garden, but on the way to the back garden, there are one after another.
Just imagine when the flowers bloom in August, how far can the fragrance float?
Yan Sanhe asked: "When was this sweet-scented osmanthus planted?"
Wukong was taken aback.
"This is Miss Yan, you should answer whatever she asks you."
Pei Xiao's tone became serious, "Answer truthfully, don't hide it."
Wukong quickly rushed to Yan Sanhe and clasped his hands, "Miss Yan, this osmanthus flower has been around since the day we opened Jietai Temple. It has been touched for about a hundred years."
Yan Sanhe: "The sweet-scented osmanthus smells fragrant in August. Are there many people coming to the temple to enjoy the flowers?"
Wukong: "There are not many people admiring the flowers."
Yan Sanhe: "Why?"
"Osmanthus is not a rare thing. Even ordinary people will plant one or two, not to mention high-end families."
Wukong smiled and said: "Besides, this sweet-scented osmanthus is not comparable to other flowers. It is not worth seeing and only has a faint fragrance."
Yan Sanhe: "Has the abbot of the Zhu Mansion, which is in charge of the Heavenly Prison, ever heard of it?"
In the same city of Sijiu, the Zhu Mansion is famous. Wukong nodded hurriedly and said: "Of course I have heard of it."
Since he had heard about it, Yan Sanhe asked directly.
"Will Zhu Xuanjiu, the former head of the Zhu Mansion, come here to enjoy the sweet-scented osmanthus?"
"This……"
Wukong thought for a while, "I've never heard of it."
Yan Sanhe: "Who is the monk who takes care of this sweet-scented osmanthus forest? Call him."
Wukong quickly glanced at the little monk behind him, and the little monk ran away.
soon.
The young monk brought the man, a young monk in his early twenties.
Yan Sanhe was about to ask for the name, but the monk had obviously heard about the person they wanted to inquire about from the young monk, and said:
"Master Zhu comes to the temple to enjoy the sweet-scented osmanthus at the end of August every year."
really!
Yan Sanhe felt happy and lowered his head to see Xie Zhifei.
Xie Zhifei noticed, raised his head and nodded at her, indicating to continue asking.
Yan Sanhe raised his eyes, "What do you call me, master?"
"Jade dust."
"How did Master Yuchen know?"
"I didn't notice it at first."
Yu Chen: "One time he was thirsty and asked me for tea. I made him a pot of tea I grew myself. He drank it and said it was delicious. Before leaving, he told me not to go to the water recently, as there would be disaster."
But he didn't believe it.
As a result, on the Double Ninth Festival in September, his foot slipped while carrying water and he fell into the pond.
"When he came back the next year, I recognized him at a glance. I knew his identity as soon as we came and went."
"Did he come alone?"
"one person."
"Where's the boy?"
"The female benefactor, there is no servant, she is alone."
"How long do you usually stay?"
"You'll ask me for a cup of tea, and then leave. When you're in a good mood, you'll chat with me for a while."
Yan Sanhe: "What are you talking about?"
Yuchen: "Let's talk about Buddhist scriptures or something."
Yan Sanhe: "No more?"
Yuchen: "No more."
Without a servant; alone;
every year;
Obviously, this osmanthus forest is a secret that belongs to Zhu Xuanjiu alone.
Since ancient times, flowers have symbolized women.
Peonies bring wealth;
The lotus is noble;
Orchids are quiet...
Every flower is a reflection of a woman in the world.
Osmanthus is a portrayal of which woman?
Zhu Xuanjiu stood under this sweet-scented osmanthus forest, who could he be thinking about?
Yan Sanhe: "Master Yuchen, besides Lord Zhu, who else comes to see this sweet-scented osmanthus forest every year?"
Yuchen was stunned for a moment, and then stopped moving the hand holding the beads.
Yan Sanhe looked at his expression and asked tentatively: "Is there any woman who would come to see this sweet-scented osmanthus forest every year?"
Yuchen thought for a long time and shook his head.
Yan Sanhe was unwilling to give in: "Think again?"
Yuchen still shook his head.
"Miss Yan, you don't have to look at the osmanthus, just smell it. No one would come to our temple just to enjoy the osmanthus. A few months ago, there was a female donor who walked around under the tree a few times."
Yan Sanhe: "What do you look like? How old are you?"
"The monks didn't dare to look at the female donor for too long. They only glanced at her briefly and took a general look."
Yu Chen: "She is about in her early twenties. She is very generous. At first glance, she looks like the head of a wealthy family."
Yan Sanhe lowered his head to look at Xie Zhifei.
Xie Zhifei said three words silently: It's my sister-in-law.
Yan Sanhe's eyes were a little disappointed.
"How about... let's go to the main hall and have a look." Xie Zhifei comforted him softly: "Anyway, we are already here."
main hall?
Yan Sanhe's heart moved.
Mao said that the first time she and Zhu Xuanjiu met was in the main hall.
"Go and have a look."
……
The candles in the main hall were still on.
When the young monk guarding the incense burner saw that the abbot had brought people, he hurriedly lit a few more oil lamps.
After entering the main hall, Yan Sanhe looked around for a few times, then walked around the main hall and finally stopped at the back hall.
There is a long case in the back hall with an incense burner on it, and fruits and snacks are offered in front of the incense burner.
There are three futons placed in front of the case for people to kneel and worship.
This should be the place where Zhu Xuanjiu and Mao met for the first time.
Yan Sanhe pointed to the Buddha statue above him: "Which Buddha is enshrined here?"
Pei Xiao looked up and said, "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."
Yan Sanhe: "What kind of Bodhisattva is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"
"There's a story to tell."
Little Mr. Pei put on the posture of a storyteller.
"Buddhist scriptures say that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was instructed by Sakyamuni Buddha. Before Sakyamuni died and Maitreya was not born, he vowed to save all sentient beings in the six paths and save all suffering, and then he aspired to become a Buddha.
In the past few lives, he had rescued his mother who was suffering in hell several times.
Therefore, he is considered to have the virtues of "great filial piety" and "great wishes", and is therefore respected by the world as "the great wish Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."
"Little Master Pei."
Li Buyan raised his thumb at him, "You can do it!"
How to speak?
Little Mr. Pei glared at her dissatisfiedly, which was obviously fine.
At this time, Yan Sanhe suddenly lifted up his robe, knelt down on the futon, and slowly closed his eyes.
"Miss Yan, when I was 12 years old, I still didn't believe in gods and Buddhas. My mother was worshiping over there, and I couldn't sit still, so I moved to the back of the Buddhist hall.
I saw a young man in white, kneeling on the futon with his hands clasped, eyes closed, and mumbling something.
The young master looked very good-looking, with red lips and fair skin. I was thinking to myself, what worries does a ten-year-old young master in brocade clothes have to come to worship the Bodhisattva?
I pricked up my ears to eavesdrop on what he was saying. It turned out that he was praying to the Bodhisattva to bless his biological mother. "
Yan Sanhe recalled Mao's words over and over in his mind.
Wait.
She suddenly raised her head and looked directly at Pei Xiao: "What did you just say?"
Little Master Pei was startled.
What did I just say?
(End of this chapter)
Lord Pei came to visit late at night, and the abbot of Jietai Temple quickly got out of the hot bed.
The abbot's name was Wukong, and he smiled so flatteringly.
"Master Pei, come here at this time..."
"I heard that you have a patch of sweet-scented osmanthus here. I'll bring someone over to enjoy the flowers."
late at night;
heavy snowfall;
Flower viewing?
No wonder Mr. Pei didn't ask him to listen to music recently. It turned out that he had changed to the elegant route.
Wukong smiled: "Master Pei, thank you, please come with me."
Huang Qi ate two Maolizi and learned the lesson this time, "Third Master, let me carry you!"
Wukong: "Master Xie's legs and feet are injured. We have a wheelchair in the temple. Do you want..."
"want!"
The wheelchairs were brought and the group walked deeper into the temple.
There is not a large area of osmanthus in the back garden of the temple. There are only a dozen or so in the back garden, but on the way to the back garden, there are one after another.
Just imagine when the flowers bloom in August, how far can the fragrance float?
Yan Sanhe asked: "When was this sweet-scented osmanthus planted?"
Wukong was taken aback.
"This is Miss Yan, you should answer whatever she asks you."
Pei Xiao's tone became serious, "Answer truthfully, don't hide it."
Wukong quickly rushed to Yan Sanhe and clasped his hands, "Miss Yan, this osmanthus flower has been around since the day we opened Jietai Temple. It has been touched for about a hundred years."
Yan Sanhe: "The sweet-scented osmanthus smells fragrant in August. Are there many people coming to the temple to enjoy the flowers?"
Wukong: "There are not many people admiring the flowers."
Yan Sanhe: "Why?"
"Osmanthus is not a rare thing. Even ordinary people will plant one or two, not to mention high-end families."
Wukong smiled and said: "Besides, this sweet-scented osmanthus is not comparable to other flowers. It is not worth seeing and only has a faint fragrance."
Yan Sanhe: "Has the abbot of the Zhu Mansion, which is in charge of the Heavenly Prison, ever heard of it?"
In the same city of Sijiu, the Zhu Mansion is famous. Wukong nodded hurriedly and said: "Of course I have heard of it."
Since he had heard about it, Yan Sanhe asked directly.
"Will Zhu Xuanjiu, the former head of the Zhu Mansion, come here to enjoy the sweet-scented osmanthus?"
"This……"
Wukong thought for a while, "I've never heard of it."
Yan Sanhe: "Who is the monk who takes care of this sweet-scented osmanthus forest? Call him."
Wukong quickly glanced at the little monk behind him, and the little monk ran away.
soon.
The young monk brought the man, a young monk in his early twenties.
Yan Sanhe was about to ask for the name, but the monk had obviously heard about the person they wanted to inquire about from the young monk, and said:
"Master Zhu comes to the temple to enjoy the sweet-scented osmanthus at the end of August every year."
really!
Yan Sanhe felt happy and lowered his head to see Xie Zhifei.
Xie Zhifei noticed, raised his head and nodded at her, indicating to continue asking.
Yan Sanhe raised his eyes, "What do you call me, master?"
"Jade dust."
"How did Master Yuchen know?"
"I didn't notice it at first."
Yu Chen: "One time he was thirsty and asked me for tea. I made him a pot of tea I grew myself. He drank it and said it was delicious. Before leaving, he told me not to go to the water recently, as there would be disaster."
But he didn't believe it.
As a result, on the Double Ninth Festival in September, his foot slipped while carrying water and he fell into the pond.
"When he came back the next year, I recognized him at a glance. I knew his identity as soon as we came and went."
"Did he come alone?"
"one person."
"Where's the boy?"
"The female benefactor, there is no servant, she is alone."
"How long do you usually stay?"
"You'll ask me for a cup of tea, and then leave. When you're in a good mood, you'll chat with me for a while."
Yan Sanhe: "What are you talking about?"
Yuchen: "Let's talk about Buddhist scriptures or something."
Yan Sanhe: "No more?"
Yuchen: "No more."
Without a servant; alone;
every year;
Obviously, this osmanthus forest is a secret that belongs to Zhu Xuanjiu alone.
Since ancient times, flowers have symbolized women.
Peonies bring wealth;
The lotus is noble;
Orchids are quiet...
Every flower is a reflection of a woman in the world.
Osmanthus is a portrayal of which woman?
Zhu Xuanjiu stood under this sweet-scented osmanthus forest, who could he be thinking about?
Yan Sanhe: "Master Yuchen, besides Lord Zhu, who else comes to see this sweet-scented osmanthus forest every year?"
Yuchen was stunned for a moment, and then stopped moving the hand holding the beads.
Yan Sanhe looked at his expression and asked tentatively: "Is there any woman who would come to see this sweet-scented osmanthus forest every year?"
Yuchen thought for a long time and shook his head.
Yan Sanhe was unwilling to give in: "Think again?"
Yuchen still shook his head.
"Miss Yan, you don't have to look at the osmanthus, just smell it. No one would come to our temple just to enjoy the osmanthus. A few months ago, there was a female donor who walked around under the tree a few times."
Yan Sanhe: "What do you look like? How old are you?"
"The monks didn't dare to look at the female donor for too long. They only glanced at her briefly and took a general look."
Yu Chen: "She is about in her early twenties. She is very generous. At first glance, she looks like the head of a wealthy family."
Yan Sanhe lowered his head to look at Xie Zhifei.
Xie Zhifei said three words silently: It's my sister-in-law.
Yan Sanhe's eyes were a little disappointed.
"How about... let's go to the main hall and have a look." Xie Zhifei comforted him softly: "Anyway, we are already here."
main hall?
Yan Sanhe's heart moved.
Mao said that the first time she and Zhu Xuanjiu met was in the main hall.
"Go and have a look."
……
The candles in the main hall were still on.
When the young monk guarding the incense burner saw that the abbot had brought people, he hurriedly lit a few more oil lamps.
After entering the main hall, Yan Sanhe looked around for a few times, then walked around the main hall and finally stopped at the back hall.
There is a long case in the back hall with an incense burner on it, and fruits and snacks are offered in front of the incense burner.
There are three futons placed in front of the case for people to kneel and worship.
This should be the place where Zhu Xuanjiu and Mao met for the first time.
Yan Sanhe pointed to the Buddha statue above him: "Which Buddha is enshrined here?"
Pei Xiao looked up and said, "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."
Yan Sanhe: "What kind of Bodhisattva is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"
"There's a story to tell."
Little Mr. Pei put on the posture of a storyteller.
"Buddhist scriptures say that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was instructed by Sakyamuni Buddha. Before Sakyamuni died and Maitreya was not born, he vowed to save all sentient beings in the six paths and save all suffering, and then he aspired to become a Buddha.
In the past few lives, he had rescued his mother who was suffering in hell several times.
Therefore, he is considered to have the virtues of "great filial piety" and "great wishes", and is therefore respected by the world as "the great wish Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."
"Little Master Pei."
Li Buyan raised his thumb at him, "You can do it!"
How to speak?
Little Mr. Pei glared at her dissatisfiedly, which was obviously fine.
At this time, Yan Sanhe suddenly lifted up his robe, knelt down on the futon, and slowly closed his eyes.
"Miss Yan, when I was 12 years old, I still didn't believe in gods and Buddhas. My mother was worshiping over there, and I couldn't sit still, so I moved to the back of the Buddhist hall.
I saw a young man in white, kneeling on the futon with his hands clasped, eyes closed, and mumbling something.
The young master looked very good-looking, with red lips and fair skin. I was thinking to myself, what worries does a ten-year-old young master in brocade clothes have to come to worship the Bodhisattva?
I pricked up my ears to eavesdrop on what he was saying. It turned out that he was praying to the Bodhisattva to bless his biological mother. "
Yan Sanhe recalled Mao's words over and over in his mind.
Wait.
She suddenly raised her head and looked directly at Pei Xiao: "What did you just say?"
Little Master Pei was startled.
What did I just say?
(End of this chapter)