Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

"No matter what your purpose is, I will replace Nanshan Temple to thank you for your help. As for the position of abbot..."

He paused and said again:

"It's okay to let you take charge for a while."

"..."

Under the mask, Jiang Qingyu's expression became more and more surprised.

Just listen to the old abbot explain:

"Today, the benefactor appeared in the name of the sixth patriarch of the third living Buddha of this temple in full view of the public, and received Guan Ri's palm, which made the temple famous!"

"From now on, the incense in this temple will definitely become more and more prosperous."

"You have a share of the credit for this, so the incense power should also have your share."

"This……"

Jiang Qingyu had a hard time accepting this situation.

It's all going well, right?

The old abbot is really willing to let a stranger who doesn't know his background succeed him as the abbot of Nanshan Temple?

Isn't he afraid of having problems with his identity?

There is no fraud in this, right?

"but……"

Abbot Shanxuan changed the subject:

"If you want to be the abbot of our temple, the benefactor must make an oath."

Jiang Qingyu's heart tightened.

Sure enough, it's not that simple!

"What promise?"

The old abbot had a benevolent look on his face:

"To be the abbot of our temple, you don't need to have any profound Buddhist teachings, and you don't need to have any high strength, but you need to keep two points in mind—"

"One, you need to do a lot of good deeds to accumulate virtue, and don't ruin the reputation of this temple!"

"Second, once you take office, you need to have a beginning and an end. Don't leave the temple halfway and walk away. If you want to resign, you can, but you must find a qualified successor to make the same oath!"

That's it?

Jiang Qingyu quietly breathed a sigh of relief:

"As it should be."

"I'm a kind person, as for the next abbot..."

"When Master Liujie finishes his missionary work on Beidi and returns to the temple, I will give up the position of abbot. After all, this seat belongs to him."

pity……

At this moment, Jiang Qingyu didn't notice the playfulness in the old abbot's eyes.

Otherwise, I will definitely consider this matter carefully.

……

Soon.

After making an oath in front of the Buddha, Jiang Qingyu, who had become the new abbot of Nanshan Temple, walked out of the house and walked towards the place where Prince Jing Yuan and his party were.

Meanwhile, inside the house.

An unconcealable smile appeared on Abbot Shanxuan's face, and at the same time he let out a long sigh of relief.

.

It seems to shake off a huge burden.

"Abbot, why do I think you are happy?"

The chubby little novice had a puzzled look on his face.

Shanxuan is serious:

"There is one more Buddha in Nanshan Temple, shouldn't I be happy?"

"No."

Chan Ding shook his head and said:

"I always feel that you are so happy because you stepped down from the position of abbot!"

"Abbot, is it painful to sit in this seat?"

Abbot Shanxuan was silent for a moment, then sighed softly:

"No, the decades of being the abbot of Nanshan Temple were the happiest days of my life. Even though Beishan Temple rose up later and the incense of my temple continued to be lost, I still enjoyed it."

Zen meditation puzzled said:

"Then why can't you wait to give up the position of abbot? And give it up to a stranger of unknown origin?"

A trace of nostalgia appeared on Abbot Shanxuan's face:

"Because I am old and dying."

"Before I die, I still have a few things I want to do, in another capacity."

"Another identity?"

Zen became more and more confused.

Ever since he could remember, the old abbot had always been the abbot of Nanshan Temple, other than that, he didn't know what other identities the other party had.

Could it be that the old abbot also served as the abbot of other temples?

"You're still young and don't understand."

Abbot Shanxuan reached out and touched the other person's head, and asked kindly:

"Zen Ding, do you want to be the abbot?"

"miss you!"

Zen Ding looked innocent:

"Being an abbot, no one punished me for copying Buddhist scriptures, and punished me not to eat!"

Abbot Shanxuan smiled and nodded slightly:

"Then grow up quickly."

"When you become a Buddha, you can take over the position of abbot from your sixth patriarch."

The chubby little novice blinked:

"Why didn't you take it from Uncle Liujie?"

Shanxuan looked to the north and sighed helplessly:

"You Master Six Commandments, it's hard to go down the mountain, I'm afraid you won't come back!"

……

at the same time.

Beidi's Black Water Lake.

Thousands of strong men from Beidi are sweating profusely to build the temple. Occasionally when they sit down to rest, they will cast their eyes on a barefoot monk not far away, with a hint of piety in their eyes.

At this time, the monk was facing the south, clasped his hands together:

"Amitabha."

"Old abbot, if Liujie doesn't return to Nanshan, who will you lie to as the next abbot?"

"You want to use fake death to hide the truth, drop your Buddhist identity, secretly take another route to be promoted to the stars, and prolong your life by 200 years, in an attempt to avoid the suspicion and suppression of the royal family."

"Originally, the six precepts should fulfill you."

"But later, he chose to follow the advice of His Royal Highness, and stayed in Beidili Temple to preach."

"There is no other reason..."

"I just don't want you to die prematurely."

"Because this road doesn't work!"

"As long as you are a member of the Buddhist sect, the Jing family will never allow you to be promoted to the stars, and will even anger the entire Nanshan Temple because of this, and let the next abbot commit suicide and apologize, so..."

"You'd better stay here for a few more years, until this world changes masters, maybe you can serve the Buddha for another 200 years!"

.

Chapter 2 Jiang Qingshu's Sweetheart Is a Widow

Nanshan Temple.

After burning the first stick of incense, Lu Wan'er, accompanied by her eldest son Jiang Qingshu, walked out of the temple, and went down the mountain with Crown Prince Jing Yuan and his party.

When she stepped onto a carriage parked at the foot of the mountain, she looked back at the temple on the mountain reluctantly, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Counting it, I have been under house arrest in the capital for 12 years.

For the past 12 years, she and Jiang Qingshu have been under the watchful eyes of eagles and dogs all day long. Although they don't have to worry about food, clothing, housing, etc., there is only one thing that is annoying——

Do not leave Beijing without authorization!

Every time she proposed to go out to the vicinity of the capital to take a breath, the eagle dog in charge of monitoring and protecting her would say that he could not make the decision and had to report to the higher authorities, but the time spent going back and forth could range from several hours to seven or eight Day, even if the answer was yes, she was not interested.

This time I was able to travel far away to watch the ceremony at Nanshan Temple, thanks to the help of Crown Prince Jing Yuan, as for the next time...

I'm afraid it's far away.

I don't know when this bird in a cage will end!

"Aunt Lu, Brother Qingshu."

Jing Yuan had an approachable smile on his face:

"I just got the news that Qingyu has been conferred the title of Prince's Prince. According to the usual practice, she will enter the capital next month."

"At that time, I will implore my father to make an order to let Qingyu stay in the capital for a while longer, so that the three of you, mother and son, can be reunited."

Lu Wan'er had a complicated expression.

As early as when she learned that Jiang Qingyu had taken over Beidi, she had thought of this day.

She really misses her son day and night, but when this day is coming, she is a little scared, afraid that the relationship between mother and son will be too strange, and they will be so awkward sitting together that they don't know what to say.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"It's just that when I left the palace, Qingyu was only seven years old. Now that 12 years have passed, if we meet again, I'm afraid there will be a lot of life."

Jing Yuan smiled heartily:

"Aunt Lu is worrying too much!"

"You are Qingyu's biological mother, how could you be born? If Qingyu treats you indifferently at that time, you can ask Brother Qingshu to reprimand him!"

"As we all know, Brother Qingshu is familiar with Confucian works, and he speaks eloquently, and he can speak eloquently and eloquently when he lectures others! Sometimes, even the prince can't stand his reprimand."

"By the way, just last month, Brother Qingshu debated with thirteen students in Jixia Academy by himself, and refuted the thirteen students speechlessly. Even Mr. Xun was full of praise after hearing about it. Woolen cloth!"

As soon as this remark came out, Lu Wan'er immediately glared at Jiang Qingshu beside her:

"Are you fighting with someone again?"

Jiang Qingshu lowered his head, with a guilty conscience on his face:

"It's about academics."

Lu Wan'er said in a stern tone: