After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

The wheels of the carriage turned and moved slowly forward.

Unlike the last time she went to the hot spring villa, this time, Qin Yaoguang did not display the ceremonial status of an eldest princess and went out in a low-key manner.

A few horse-drawn carriages and some servants were common equipment for wealthy families in Beijing when they went out, and it didn't seem particularly special.

Before leaving the city, the carriage could hear the bustling noise of the streets.

Yan Jinyin looked at her fingertips for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking: "Mother, isn't father with us?"

Qin Yaoguang smiled and said, "He has other plans."

Yan Jinyin was confused and didn't understand what she meant.

"I heard from Nanny Deng that you have been reading scriptures these days?" Qin Yaoguang asked her, changing the subject.

Yan Jinyin nodded shyly.

"Can you recite it? Recite a passage for me."

Of course you can.

Even though he didn't understand the meaning, Yan Jinyin had already memorized the scriptures by heart.

"Thus I have heard. Once the Buddha was in the Jetavana Grove in the country of Savatthi, with a group of 1,250 great bhikshus..."

Guyu lit a burner of sandalwood, and the young girl's tender voice rang out in the carriage.

The carriage drove through the busy streets, avoided the playing children, and passed through the crowd, heading towards the royal Buddhist temple.

The closer you get to Baixiang Mountain, the more solemn the surroundings become.

There were many believers in simple clothes on the road. Regardless of gender, age or status, there was a unique expression of peace and piety on their faces.

It is easy to distinguish in the crowd.

The power of faith.

Qin Yaoguang saw this and was a little surprised.

Isn't the White Elephant Temple a royal temple? In her impression, ordinary people can't enter it, right?

She asked her doubts and Guyu explained with a smile.

"I specifically asked Madam Deng about this. Madam Deng said that the White Elephant Temple came first, then the White Elephant Mountain, and it was only in Dajing that it became a royal temple."

"People say that the White Elephant Temple is very effective. The nun says that it is because several Buddhist masters have come from here."

Good guy.

So, a nunnery that had been there for hundreds of years became royal property with just one word from the royal family.

Qin Yaoguang complained silently.

"In order to make it easier for believers to offer incense, a lecture hall was specially built in front of the original White Elephant Temple. On the first and fifteenth day of every lunar month and Buddha's birthday, there are masters giving lectures in it."

It turned out to be the case.

Fortunately, the royal family still had some sense and did not interrupt the incense-burning custom that had been going on here for hundreds of years.

Otherwise, it would be a business that would bring down reputation among the people.

Due to the popularity of Baixiang Temple, a small market spontaneously formed at the foot of the mountain.

To go further up, you have to rely on your own legs to climb the mountain.

Hanlu took the maid to prepare lunch, and Qin Yaoguang took Yan Jinyin to stroll around the market.

In the market, the smell of incense is wafting.

The goods sold are mainly Buddhist scriptures, Buddhist beads, incense, and Buddhist amulets. There are also some tea stalls that provide a temporary resting place, and nearby villagers who sell snacks such as baked buns and bamboo tube water.

It felt similar to the entrance of the tourist attractions she visited in modern times.

But, obviously more pious.

No one dares to cheat in front of the Buddhist temple.

The market was not big and the shopping was done quickly. Qin Yaoguang picked out a wooden Buddha statue for each of the boys in the family and a string of Buddhist beads for Yan Jinyin.

It's not something very valuable.

She just saw that the old woman selling things was old and her eyesight was a little unclear, so she bought everything in the bamboo winnowing basket in front of her so that she could go home earlier.

The old woman excitedly groped for her hand and held it, thanking her profusely.

Qin Yaoguang did not avoid her, but spoke to her gently, asking how many people there were in her family and how her life was.

She wanted to know how ordinary people lived.

The temple is high and the rivers and lakes are far away.

It is closely related to the people, yet it is the farthest away from them.

After leaving, Qin Yaoguang gave all the things he had picked for the children to Yan Jinyin, asking her to remember to bring them to her brothers when she returned.

Every maidservant who came with them also had a share.

Then give the rest to the captain of the guards and let them divide it among themselves.

Those bought at the foot of the Buddhist Temple Mountain, even if they have not been blessed, still have the smell of incense.

She always hopes everyone is safe.

In modern times, Qin Yaoguang has no beliefs.

If she had to say, she believed that as long as she worked hard enough, she would be able to improve her current situation and get the life she wanted.

I have also encountered injustice.

But she always believed that the world was neither so good nor so bad.

She doesn't have many opportunities to travel, so whenever she sees a temple or Taoist temple in famous mountains or rivers, she will go in to pay her respects.

However, she traveled through the book.

Traveling back to the Dajing Dynasty when Buddhism was flourishing, she had no choice but to believe it.

Her bizarre experiences can only be explained by a super mysterious power that cannot be explained by science.

Even if it’s just time travel?

They can all be said to be parallel universes.

The only thing that doesn’t work is traveling through books.

On the way here, she asked Yan Jinyin to read scriptures to her, which was another way of cramming.

After resting at the market and having lunch, they replenished some water and dry food they had on the road and headed towards the mountain.

Originally, Guyu wanted to hire a local sedan chair to carry his master up.

Qin Yaoguang refused.

She brought Yan Jinyin here to become his disciple, but if he didn't even have the sincerity to walk up to her on his own two feet, what was the point of becoming his disciple?

Looking up at the mountains covered by clouds, Qin Yaoguang asked Yan Jinyin: "Can you do it?"

The mountain road that takes half a day to climb is not easy.

"no problem."

The word "serious" was written on Yan Jinyin's little face.

A group of more than ten people walked towards the mountain.

On the way, we met many believers and people who came here for the temple, and some people came down from the mountain.

The mountain roads are narrow. They are not the kind of smooth stone steps that we see today. Most of them are made of irregular stones, and some places are simply dirt roads.

It is much harder to walk and you have to be careful not to fall.

The further you go into the mountains, the more humid the climate becomes, and slippery moss grows on the road under your feet.

Qin Yaoguang was walking breathlessly, and beads of sweat appeared on Yan Jinyin's forehead.

After finally reaching an open area where they could rest, everyone stopped and took a break.

Qin Yaoguang thought to herself: Where is the royal nunnery that was promised?

They don't even build a proper road.

She secretly made a wish in her heart that if Yan Jinyin could successfully become her disciple, she would donate money to build this road after returning to Beijing.

It seems a bit too utilitarian?

Qin Yaoguang laughed at herself. She really couldn't have true faith.

As we continue forward, the scenery becomes more and more tranquil.

A mountain gate that had experienced countless vicissitudes of life appeared in front of Qin Yaoguang.

Just at this moment, the sound of bells was heard.

Qin Yaoguang looked up at the mountain gate, and the melodious and profound bell sounds rang in her ears, echoing between the valleys.

At this moment, it seemed as if the soul was cleansed.

Wash away the filth.

Feeling relaxed all over.

She couldn't really describe what the feeling was, but it was very mysterious.

Walk up another quarter of an hour and you will reach Baixiang Temple.

A man was standing under the pine tree, waiting for her.

It’s Yan Changqing.