Outside the south gate of Donglin Temple.

Send Ouyang Rong and Miss A Qing away.

Master Shandao took the young novice monk with him and turned back to the main hall.

"Master, why does Miss Ah Qing call Mr. Ouyang brother? Isn't Miss Ah Qing's brother gone?"

"This brother and sister are not that brother and sister."

"Oh, one is dear and the other is righteous?"

Xiufa asked with a sudden look on her face.

"Yes and no."

"What's the meaning?"

The old monk with a white beard in black robes said nothing and touched the shiny bald head of his disciple who had a vague expression on his face.

Master Shandao still likes the black monk's robes and has worn them for many years.

Last year, I went to Beijing to meet the saint. Although the yellow and purple cassock given to me by Empress Wei was more majestic and in line with the famous name of the eminent monk who protects the country,

However, Master Shandao rarely wore it when he lived in the main temple of Donglin Temple, unless he attended some Dharma gatherings at the foot of the mountain, ribbon-cutting ceremonies, or attended grand events held by the government.

"Well, the things at the foot of the mountain are really complicated, even more difficult than the scriptures."

Hair scratched the back of his head.

"Namo Amitabha, you idiot, why do you always pursue a conclusive definition? Do brothers and sisters have to be brothers and sisters? If they are not brothers and sisters, then they must not be brothers and sisters?"

Master Shandao shook his head and concluded:

"The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao; the name can be named, but it is not named."

Xiufao became more and more confused: "Master, isn't this what the Taoist said?"

Master Shandao smiled and said: "Okay. The Buddha said, don't say it, don't say it."

Xiufa lowered his head and meditated, and followed the master for a while. Suddenly he remembered something and asked happily:

"Master, Mr. Ouyang just said that our temple is his blessed place!"

"A blessed land..."

Master Shandao paused, looked forward, and spoke calmly:

"Actually, he is the noble man of our temple."

Xiufa didn't see her master's expression at this moment, so she misunderstood the meaning and nodded vigorously, fully agreeing:

"That's right, Mr. Ouyang is such a powerful official now. He is protecting our temple. Let's see who of our fellow Buddhists over at Kuanglu Mountain in Xunyang dares to suppress us.

"Master, master, we can forget about the date when we go to Xunyang City later, right? We agreed that we will go as soon as the Donglin Buddha is built. You just told Mr. Ouyang about it."

"Well, go."

Master Shandao came to his senses and agreed softly.

But I heard that Xiufa was following behind and muttered:

"Master, the Donglin Buddha was built by His Majesty for our Lian Sect to promote the Lian Sect's Buddhism. You are also the eminent Mahamati monk appointed by His Majesty. Why did you leave Xunyang City and stay in our Donglin Temple after returning from the capital?

"Why don't we go over and take a look and give some guidance? Master is so indifferent. What if they build the Buddha crookedly? It's not in line with our Lotus Sect's etiquette..."

Master Shandao shook his head:

"Who said it was built for our Lian Sect?"

"Ah, isn't it called Donglin Buddha?"

"Have you forgotten what my teacher just said?"

"No? Well, okay."

The hair is a little downcast.

"We'll go there after it's completed. We can't get involved until it's fully implemented."

"Master, are you talking about the last visit from the capital and the subsequent move to Xingzifang?"

"Don't cloud it."

"All right……"

Master Shandao turned around and looked at his young disciple's expression. He didn't know what his disciple was thinking.

He tapped his fingers and tapped the shiny little bald head.

"The colorful world is charming. As a teacher, I shouldn't have taken you to Luodu. I still miss you when you come back. I want to run to Xunyang City every day."

Xiufa covered her head with both hands and said aggrievedly:

"Master, the female donors in Luoyang City are indeed good-looking and know how to dress well. Why do you think there are so many colorful clothes in the world? Each female donor is better than the other..."

Master Shandao has a straight face:

"I told you not to look at anything inappropriate, but if you still look at it, go back and copy the "Buddha Speaks of Infinite Life Sutra" ten times and hand it in another day."

Xiufa muttered: "But didn't Master also look at it? I saw Master's eyes move, so I followed suit..."

"Ten times of the Infinite Life Sutra, I have finished copying it."

Hair:…

Not long after, Xiufa, who had copied the sutra ten times, separated from Master Shandao and ran to the Zaozhaiyuan to get a portion of white porridge with pickled radish, ready to be delivered to the dry well in the backyard of the Beitian Almshouse.

On the way, he was stopped by Master Shandao who came out of the main hall and spoke a few words in a gentle voice.

Xiufa was stunned for a moment after hearing this.

Immediately, his little face became surprisingly serious:

"I understand, Master, this is a test you give to your disciple. This time, I must not look at anything inappropriate!"

After saying that, Xiufa handed the food box to Master Shandao, and without hesitation ran to the main hall, which was bustling with incense early in the morning, to replace the master and go to read the palms of the female donors.

Master Shandao looked at the figure with his hair gone, laughed, and shook his head.

He turned around, carrying the food box in hand, and walked towards Beitian Nursing Home with lowered eyes. He was silent all the way until he came to Dry Well.

Master Shandao did not use a tray to hoist the breakfast down, but took the food box and went down the well together.

Inside the Pure Land Palace.

A young monk in dirty gray robes sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a pastry box in his arms, lowering his head and dozing off, snoring intermittently.

Master Shandao stood in front of Xiuzhen and was silent for a while.

The old monk sat down cross-legged.

Put down the breakfast box, take out bowls of porridge, pickled radish, and water, and place them in front of the snoring disciple.

His movements were very slow and gentle, as if he were afraid of waking up the person he was dreaming of.

…

"Ming Mansion, I listened to your instructions and sent someone to ask the cleaning women who have cleaned Meilu Garden in the past three months. They all said that they had never been to Meilin Courtyard and no one had touched the plate of orchids.

"And according to the memories of the guards at the courtyard, during the night vigil, they never saw any lights on in the Meilin courtyard. Everything was the same as before..."

Tanlang Ferry, on the deck of an official ship about to depart.

As the official of Dragon City, the imposing Magistrate Diao cautiously ran onto the deck and reported to the back of Ouyang Rong, who was blowing the wind on the bow.

"Didn't they touch it..."

Ouyang Rong turned around, glanced at Magistrate Diao, and said to himself thoughtfully.

Magistrate Diao seemed not surprised when he saw Ming Fu's face. He looked around and asked in a low voice:

"Mingfu knows who it is?"

Ouyang Rong said nothing, raised his hand, curled his fingers, and flicked the ice-white jade hairpin on his head, looking calm.

Magistrate Diao couldn't help but ask: "Mingfu, then should we strengthen the security of Meiluyuan..."

"No, everything remains as before. Don't open the courtyard door. Keep it locked. Don't scare people. I am a guest from afar. I am willing to come back. I also help water the orchids. At least I owe it to you from the bottom of my heart.

, maybe we will meet again one day..."

Ouyang Rong shook his head and his muttering became quieter and quieter.

"Yes, Mingfu."

Magistrate Diao didn't ask any more questions and answered with clasped fists.

Following Ouyang Rong, starting from the flood control in Longcheng, Magistrate Diao concluded that the most reliable way to hold on to others is to do more and ask less nonsense.

"Mingfu, have a nice trip."

"Mr. Diao, take care."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand and strode into the cabin.
To be continued...