MTL - Denghuaxiao-Chapter 42 Man'eonji Temple

Chapter 42 Wan’en Temple

 The second day was cloudy.

The sky was filled with dark clouds and gray fog, and the day seemed dim. The wind blew the lanterns under the eaves of the medical center trembling. Lu Zhuo carried the medical box on his back and got into the carriage with Yin Zheng.

 The carriage was hired by Du Changqing for them and was waiting at the door early.

Wan'en Temple is located on the top of Wangchun Mountain. It takes at least half a day's drive from West Street to get there. Du Changqing gave Lu Zhen a day off and only asked her to come back and close the shop before tomorrow evening.

The carriage was speeding along, and Yin Zheng couldn't help but lift the curtain and look out. On the one hand, he was surprised by the brilliant scenery along the way, but on the other hand, he was nervous because it rained along the way and it was difficult to walk on the muddy ground.

 Fortunately, God was kind, and although the dark clouds were looming over the city, the rain only started to fall in front of the temple on the top of the mountain. When we first arrived, the rain was not very heavy, and there was a mist of water, which added a sense of tranquility and tranquility to the ancient temple hidden among thousands of trees.

The coachman in front smiled and said: "Miss, we are about to arrive at the temple gate."

Lu Yan lifted a corner of the car curtain and looked out the window along the gap.

Wan'en Temple is very large and covers a wide area. Starting from the hillside of Wangchun Mountain, various Buddha statues and totems are carved in front of the stone walls on both sides of the mountain. The temple is full of locust trees, pines and bamboos. At this time, there is wind and rain, which makes the bamboo forest sway, and the evening rain hits the pear blossoms. Wan'en Temple is like an ancient temple surrounded by supernatural beings, and the hermits are enjoying themselves.

However, this temple is very lively.

 Perhaps this is why the temple is so efficacious and the incense is strong. We had seen many horse-drawn carriages on the way up the mountain before. Now when we arrived at the temple gate, there was an endless stream of horse-drawn carriages and they were blocked everywhere. There are many female pilgrims, and there are people everywhere. There are monks ringing bells on the mountain. The sound of the bells is distant and ethereal, and the smoke of burning incense is hazy.

　It is lively on one side and quiet on the other. It is both entering and exiting the world of mortals, it is both deserted and lively.

As Lu Yan was watching, the carriage was hit hard by someone unexpectedly, knocking her sideways and almost falling off the carriage. Yin Zheng hurriedly sat up straight, helped Lu Zhuo up, lifted the car curtain, and asked outside, "What's going on?"

They saw another larger and more gorgeous carriage with a red wheel and canopy being squeezed roughly in front of their own carriage. The driver in the front carriage was holding a riding whip and turned to look at them. He said impatiently: "Get out of the way quickly." ! I disturbed the young master, how can you bear it?"

Yin Zheng was about to speak when Lu Zhu held her hand down. She turned her head and saw Lu Zhu shook his head slightly.

Yin Zheng had no choice but to hold back.

The coachman saw that the two of them did not argue, snorted coldly, and resumed driving the carriage forward. Behind him, several similar carriages followed him into the temple gate.

Yin Zheng said angrily: "These people are so domineering. We were clearly here first."

Lu Zhen lowered the car curtain and said: "Seeing that the other party's status is not low, it is useless to argue. Let them be."

Yin Zheng nodded in agreement.

After entering the temple gate, the two of them got out of the carriage, and the driver led the carriage to rest outside. After the lotus ceremony tomorrow morning, I will wait for them to come down the mountain at the temple gate.

Lu Zong and Yin Zheng first went to the monk in charge of accommodation at the temple gate and handed over ten taels of silver. The monk then took them to the dormitory.

The Qinglian Dharma Assembly is held in the early morning of the first day of April every year. There are many believers attending the ceremony, and many female relatives of officials and ordinary people go to the mountain one day in advance. The accommodation in Wan'en Temple is sufficient, but the money in each accommodation is different.

For example, in the outermost Xibo Garden, one person pays one tael of silver per night, which is an ordinary dormitory, and the meals are average. If you stay here, you won't be able to see the scenery of the temple.

Fengen Garden is better than Xibo Garden. One person pays two taels of silver per night, the dormitory is more spacious, and the fast food is more abundant. Pilgrims can walk around in the dormitory garden. Fengen Garden is full of flowers and trees and has a clear hall and thatched cottages, which is also very interesting.

The Wuhuai Garden where Lu Zhen and Yin Zheng lived was even more expensive, costing five taels of silver per person per night. The long corridors were winding, the clear stream let out snow, and the crocodiles were weaving sideways. Nothing beat this. As for fasting meals, I have to be more particular about it, so as not to let down the five taels of silver.

There are also Lanjing Garden and Shiyuan Garden... I heard from Du Changqing that there is also a Chenjing Garden in Wan'en Temple, but that is no longer a place that money can buy. Only relatives of the emperor or the families of high-ranking officials can live here.

 The monk who led the way walked through the long pavilion verandah and walked in the direction of Wuhuai Garden. It was already dusk, and lights were lit everywhere in the temple. It was raining and the sky was overcast with a steady patter of rain. Pilgrims holding paper umbrellas and going to stay in the courtyard were everywhere, all in a hurry to avoid the rain getting their robes wet.

  Someone's figure was walking past in the distance. Lu Yan glanced over and couldn't help but be slightly startled.

As the dusk deepens, the curtains close in the distance and there is silence. Under the solitary lamp in the night rain, a young man has a handsome profile and a tall and tall figure. He does not hold an umbrella and walks in the wind and rain. He is free and heroic, without the Zen feeling of emptiness, and adds a bit of worldly splendor. .

 The crown prince Zhaoning?

Lu Zhen's eyes flashed.

Last time in the rouge shop downstairs of Baoxiang, although this Pei Dian Shuai was smiling and cheerful, he was actually very scheming. Now he appears here...

I don’t know if there is anyone from the front office here.

While she was thinking, the monk in front saw that she did not continue to follow, and asked with some confusion: "Donor?"

Lu Zhen withdrew his gaze and said, "Let's go."

After walking through another incense stick, there were less people in front of me until we reached a dense garden with a corridor and rooms at regular intervals along the corridor.

At this time, the night is getting late, and lights are lit in the corridors and houses. In the dim night rain, they look like dim fireflies.

The monk clasped his hands together, raised his eyebrows and asked Lu Huan, "This is Wuhuai Garden. There are a few empty houses left in the west. Donor, please choose one."

Lu Zong glanced at the long corridor, stretched out his hand and pointed to the room at the end, and said: "That's the place."

The monk who led the way was a little surprised and explained kindly: "This house is the closest to the inside. It may be lonely and lonely, and you can't see the scenery in the temple."

"It doesn't matter." Lu Zhu walked forward, "I don't like the excitement. Besides, it's rainy and dark, and I can't see much scenery."

When the monk saw this, he said no more. He just led the two of them to the last house, handed them the keys to the door lock, and then left.

Lu Zong and Yin Zheng pushed open the door and walked in.

The house is spacious, with an outer room and an inner room. There are two couches in total, and the bedding is very clean. There are some incense burners and scriptures on the table, perhaps for the pilgrims to pass the time when they are bored.

Yin Zheng had just put away her baggage when another monk brought her vegetarian food, a plate of fresh winter melon and a bowl of yellow sprouts. Fresh lotus root, mixed lettuce, water shield and bamboo shoots, and almond tofu were all brought in one after another, all of which were seasonal vegetables. Finally, there were two bowls of Bijing porridge, a small handful of auspicious fruits, and a plate of plum blossom cakes, probably to take care of the taste of the women.

Pilgrims have just arrived here after half a day's journey, so they are inevitably relaxed. Looking at this table of porridge and side dishes, even the most picky person will probably have a good appetite.

Yin Zheng put the dishes and chopsticks on the table and saw Lu Zhu standing at the window, so she asked, "Girl, are you going out now?"

Lu Zong shook his head: "Not now."

 The rain was getting heavier and there was no one outside. If it were a clear night, the scene would be beautiful from here, but now with the dark wind and rain, all we could see was loneliness and desolation.

Lu Zhen stretched out his hand to close the window, and all the sadness was locked out.

 She walked to the table and sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and said calmly: "Wait until midnight to go out."

Countdown to six tubes of madness

 (End of this chapter)