After wearing a book, I became a traitorous concubine

The gradually peeling off wall reveals the gray soil, revealing the long history of Tianyuan Temple.

The mountain gate of the temple is a symbol of the door of liberation, that is, the "empty gate", "no-phase gate" and "no-seat gate" to warn the Buddha that entering this mountain gate is equivalent to entering the three liberations, and entering it means embarking on a long road to enlightenment and liberation.

Chu Ran pushed open the dark red gate and walked into the courtyard, where he could see the Daxiong Palace in the middle.

Probably because of the evening, there are no tourists in the temple at this moment, and there is only a young monk in monk's robe cleaning the fallen leaves in the courtyard.

Chu Ran stepped forward and bowed slightly, "Hello, little master, may I ask if Master Kong Wu is in the temple?"

The little monk turned his head and was a little surprised to see Chu Ran's face, as if he hadn't expected that there would be tourists going up the mountain to worship Buddha at this hour.

The little monk hurriedly clasped his hands together and bowed to Chu Ran, "The benefactor is here to find Abbot Kong Wu, do you have an appointment."

Good guy, I have been in ancient times for a long time, and I have forgotten the modern world. For example, if you want to meet these famous masters, you need to make an appointment in advance.

Chu Ran looked a little embarrassed, scratched his head and asked: "...Well, if you don't have an appointment, can't you see Master Kong Wu?"

Just when Chu Ran was about to leave disappointed, the little monk replied solemnly: "Of course not."

Chu Ran: "..." Little master, do you know that you are only one step away from being beaten.

The long sandalwood lingered in his nose, and Chu Ran followed the young monk into a meditation room. In the center of the room, a monk in a red cassock sat with his back facing him and chanted sutras in a low voice.

The little monk gave a salute to the figure and quietly retreated, leaving Chu Ran and Abbot Kong Wu alone in the room.

Because the abbot always turned his back to him, Chu Ran didn't know his face, so he just bowed down respectfully and said, "Master Kong Wu, I hope you don't mind if Chu Ran took the liberty to come here."

The Sanskrit sound stopped, and the figure turned around slowly. The moment he saw Master Kongwu, Chu Ran froze on the spot, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

That young and handsome appearance made Chu Ran not know where she was, and couldn't distinguish between reality and dream.

"Amitabha, the benefactor seems surprised to see the poor monk?" The young monk looked at Chu Ran with a peaceful face, and his eyes were as warm as water.

"No, Wudu Saint Monk?" Chu Ran murmured.

That's right, the Kongfu Master of Tianyuan Temple in front of him is exactly the same as the Wudu Saint Monk. The only difference is that the eyes are not white eyes like the Wudu Saint Monk, but the eyes of normal people, which really makes Chu However, I can't believe it. Could it be that the holy monk of Wudu also passed through?

The monk got up slowly, walked up to Chu Ran, and asked, "The Wudu saint monk mentioned by the benefactor has a pair of white eyes, born blind?"

"you know?"

Master Kong Wu nodded and shook his head, "The poor monk doesn't know, but the poor monk was lucky enough to see it in his dream."

Chu Ran used his imagination, "Could it be possible that the monk Wudu is your previous life?" No, the world in which the monk Wudu exists is a book world created by him, how could it be...

Master Kongwu said: "The poor monk doesn't know, but everything in the world is real as long as it exists. The Buddha said that there are three thousand small worlds. Maybe the holy monk Wudu is the poor monk's previous life. Otherwise, how can we explain the dream of the poor monk?"

"Existence is reality?" Chu Ran was a little puzzled, but suddenly realized, but he still couldn't tell the difference after thinking too much.

Seeing his tangled and puzzled expression, Master Kongwu couldn't help but sigh, "True is true and false, false is true, true is also false, and false is also true. The worldly things are confusing, so why bother to find out? Wouldn’t increasing troubles be embarrassing yourself?”

Chu Ran said softly: "Then how does the master view this matter?"

"In the view of the poor monk, as long as the benefactor follows his own heart, he is true if he is said to be true, and he is false if he is false."

"Master Kongwu's insights made Chu Ranmao suddenly enlightened."

Yes, what Master Kongwu said is right, it doesn’t matter if the world is true or not, as long as he admits it, then he is true, Chu Ran’s heart suddenly relaxed at that moment, and his purpose when he came here became more clear and firm.

The young man's face was free of confusion and entanglement, and his brilliance was restored. His eyes were like a galaxy, shining brightly and stunningly.

Chu Ran looked at Master Kongwu and said, "Master, do you know why Chu Ran is visiting today?"

Kongwu twirled the beads in his hands, pursed his lips and chuckled, "Naturally."

……

It was midnight, and the majestic Daxiong Hall was brightly lit, and the gilded Buddha in the center of the hall looked down benevolently, compassionately.

Chu Ran tightly grasped the Buddhist beads given to him by Master Kongwu. The sandalwood Buddhist beads were smooth.

The young man sat cross-legged in the center of the futon, closed his eyes tightly, and was surrounded by curling Sanskrit sounds, as if bathing in the light of Buddha, sinking into it wholeheartedly.

In a trance, Chu Ran suddenly didn't know when and where he was now, only the Sanskrit voice in his ear was getting louder and louder...

Huguo Temple in the suburbs of Beijing——

At midnight, everything was silent, but the meditation room of the holy monk Wudu in Huguo Temple was suddenly pushed away from the room.

The little monk who was watching the night at the door, whose body was shaking slightly due to sleepiness, suddenly woke up when he heard the sound, and saw the holy monk Wudu in a bright red cassock pushing the door out.

The night watchman blinked his eyes, reached out to wipe the wetness from the corners of his eyes, and asked, "Master, where are you going?"

Wudu smiled slightly when he heard the words, and the young monk with his eyes closed was unexpectedly full of energy, "Go to welcome the nobleman's return journey."

The little night watchman didn't understand, but he still showed respect, what Uncle Wudu said was right!

Wudu saw the ignorance and confusion in the little monk's eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he didn't intend to continue explaining to him, "Go to find Brother Abbot, ask him to enter the palace immediately, and say that the queen is back."

After receiving the order, the little monk didn't dare to delay for fear of missing a major event, so he hurriedly trotted away, while Wu Du walked towards the Daxiong Palace calmly.

Master Wuku was awakened from his dream by the little monk's knock on the door. After hearing the little monk's message, he looked serious, reached out and took the cassock, put it on his body, and entered the palace immediately.

The main hall was pushed away, and rows of candles were burning on both sides of the hall, lighting up the entire hall as bright as day.

The holy monk Wudu clasped his hands together and whispered to the big Buddha in the center of the hall: "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful."

"Your Majesty, it's time to wake up."

A familiar voice echoed in his ear, Chu Ran frowned slightly, who was speaking in his ear?

The calls were like the Sanskrit sound of chanting scriptures, which made Chu Ran unable to restrain himself from chasing after the sound.

The light was in front of him, his eyes were focused, and the person in front of him was so familiar that he almost cried.

He looked at the monk in front of him, and couldn't help asking stupidly, "Are you Master Kongwu or Saint Monk Wudu?"