An old lady's life

There are many temples around the capital, Huiqing Temple, Qingfo Temple, Huayan Temple, Shanhua Temple, etc., the most famous of which are Shanhua Temple and Royal Temple.Shanhua Temple has experienced hundreds of years of wind and rain, and has gone through several dynasties.Royal temples are naturally supported by the royal family and serve the royal family exclusively.Qingfo Temple, Huiqing Temple, and Huayan Temple are three temples that originated from the previous dynasty. Among them, Huiqing Temple is the closest to the capital, and there is a plum blossom ridge on the mountain where Huiqing Temple is located.

Ai Cao and his party arrived at the foot of Huiqing Temple Mountain half an hour later, and then spent another half an hour climbing the mountain to Huiqing Temple halfway up the mountain.After hearing the intention of Ai Cao and his group, the little novice quickly reported to the masters, and then arranged a room for Ai Cao and his group to stay in.

The plum blossoms in Huiqing Temple were not in season, so there were very few tourists coming to Huiqing Temple, and naturally there were few guests staying overnight in the temple. Most of the people who came to pray for gods and worship Buddha were the people nearby.

People who grew up in modern times grew up with science and did not believe in ghosts and gods in the world, but now wormwood came from modern times, and they had such fantastic experiences, telling her truthfully that gods and Buddhas exist, and she Worshiping Buddha is purely for peace of mind.

But when encountering embarrassing things, it is natural to burn incense when worshiping Buddha. The maid Qingyao lit a few incense sticks, and each of them got three sticks. superior.

"Old lady, what should I do? This servant is going to call the little master." Qing Zhi was about to run, but Ai Cao immediately stopped her, "Don't go."

Ai Cao thought, if you don’t worship Buddha, then don’t worship, she doesn’t care about it, “Since the Buddha doesn’t let me worship, then you should. I’m an old woman, and I don’t have any wishes now, the Buddha is so busy, and I don’t care about ordinary people.” It's a small wish."

When the servant girl heard it, since the old lady thought it was nothing, then it was nothing.Qingyao and Qingzhi worshiped the Buddha together, murmuring, and Ai Cao didn't overhear, looking at the Buddhas in the heavens in the hall.

From her mother's memory, she had seen the high gods and Buddhas, even Taoist ancestors, but there was a layer of memory behind them, which was a little blurry after all.They were not as compassionate as they saw in the temple, and they all had stunned expressions when facing their mother.

The little maid Qingqian came and said that the wing room Zhao Mama had already tidied up, and if the old lady was tired, she could go in and rest immediately.The guards in charge of security are also arranged properly, the old lady just needs to be at ease.

Ai Cao was not tired, after the two big maids worshiped the Buddha one by one, the four masters and servants wandered around Huiqing Temple.The plum grove of Huiqing Temple is still on the mountain, but the entrance and exit are on the back mountain of the temple.

Ai Cao stood at the back of the mountain and looked at the path up the mountain and the plum trees with bare branches on both sides of the mountain road. She smiled at the maid and said, "It seems that this is not the time for us to come. When the twelfth lunar month comes, you can see plum blossoms."

Qingyao covered her mouth and snickered: "Old lady, Huiqing Temple may not be able to live in the twelfth lunar month." Plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo and chrysanthemums, literati and scholars are the best, and Huiqing Temple may be overcrowded.

Qing Zhi looked to the east, "Old lady, Huayan Temple has the most people now, who said that Huayan Temple has a maple forest, the colder the sky, the redder the maple leaves, and all the people who enjoy the scenery have gone to Huayan Temple. "

Ai Cao shook her head: "Forget it, I still love a clean place." In modern times, if she and Hongye travel, they never pick national holidays. There are so many people, and all you see at the scenic spots are human heads and legs. there is none left.

Back in the wing room, Ai Cao ate lunch under the service of Mother Zhao and the maid. The lunch was naturally the temple’s vegetarian meal, but the chef at Huiqing Temple was very good at cooking, and the vegetarian food was very fresh and elegant, and the taste was also great .

There were only two groups of guests who came to Huiqing Temple today, one group was Ai Cao and his group, and the other group was the young boy and his group who were rushing on the horse before.

This time is lunch time, the immature son described by Ai Cao is the seventh in the family, and all the subordinates who come with him call him the seventh son, and the host of Huiqing Temple is also very familiar with him.

The Seventh Young Master was eating, and his subordinate Wang Minglang walked in with a wrinkled face. The Seventh Young Master cast a glance and put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, "What's wrong?"

Wang Minglang struggled with a face, and said after a while: "Master, the subordinates have already inquired, and there is only one person who came to Huiqing Temple today, and that is the owner of the two carriages we met on the way here, Jing Mrs. Anhou, the old lady of the Lin family, the old lady is here to relax."

The seventh son nodded, and Wang Minglang said again: "This subordinate finds it strange. I saw a strange scene outside the main hall. Mrs. Lin wanted to offer incense and worship Buddha, but the incense she lit went out in her hand. After several attempts This time, I nearly killed my subordinates from laughing."

The seventh son tilted his head, wondering: "What's so funny? You can't worship the Buddha or not." The seventh son came to Huiqing Temple to show filial piety to his mother. His mother died when he was ten years old, almost six years ago. It's coming, and it's Christmas. He asked his father for his will and stayed in Huiqing Temple for three days to pray for his mother.

There was a laugh from outside the wing room, the man laughed out of breath, he answered: "Haha, master, you don't know how funny Wang Minglang is, he tried it himself out of curiosity, and found that he could still burn incense Those who worship Buddha, that is, only Mrs. Lin cannot offer incense and worship Buddha."

Lu Mingda muttered again: "Actually, I'm quite curious too."

The Seventh Young Master nodded. Belief in Buddhism or Faith doesn't make any difference, just for peace of mind.He came to Huiqing Temple to pray for his mother, just to show his filial piety in this way, and he was not really a follower of Buddhism.

The afternoon sun was very warm. Ai Cao took her lunch break and wandered around the temple with her three servant girls. She planned to climb the mountain to see the plum grove in Huiqing Temple.

There are no plum blossoms, there are always plum trees, and the height of this mountain is moderate, there will be no large beasts, it is very safe.

No matter what era, the air in the wild or in the mountains is always much fresher than in the city, and the air is accompanied by many fragrances of flowers, which is very refreshing.

Mugwort’s body is well maintained. After walking for a while and climbing to the top of the mountain, although I am a little short of breath, I can see the small mountains at a glance and see the smaller things at the foot of the mountain. The clouds are high and the sky is wide. The real autumn is refreshing, this kind of pride There is no doubt about it.

But there were already tourists on the top of the mountain, and Ai Cao glanced over, wasn't that the young man who galloped past them in the morning?He sat cross-legged on a stone platform on the top of the mountain, with his eyes closed. When Ai Cao thought he was the only one, two men came out from the depths of the woods. They were a little older than the young man. Adult or so.

The maid stared at the three men, fearing that they were bad guys, Ai Cao pointed to another clean stone platform, which was still some distance away from the young master and the three.

"Let's sit there. We finally climbed to the top of the mountain, so we can't just go down here."

Qingyao Qingzhi Qingqian brought a lot of things, a piece of clean cloth, a water bottle for snacks and fruits, just like a real picnic.

Even with his eyes closed, Seventh Young Master could hear the sounds around him, the sound of the wind, the sound of birdsong, and the soft laughter of the woman, with the old lady's unique kind and kind voice interspersed.

Wang Minglang and Lu Mingda winked, the seventh son opened his eyes and looked at Ai Cao's master and servant, Ai Cao was admiring the ancient scenery of mountains and rivers, she liked painting very much before, and Mother Lin also knew how to paint, not as good as her Combine and see what kind of picture you can draw.

Seeing the young boy's eyes, Ai Cao nodded and smiled. This young boy is much more handsome and handsome than the little fresh meat in the entertainment industry.Ai Cao thought that this young boy was very interesting. He had a serious face at such a young age. Didn't he know that this was a cute contrast?

Within half a quarter of an hour, the three young boys went down the mountain, and Ai Cao watched them enter the back mountain of the temple.Xindao, they really came to Huiqing Temple to worship Buddha. From the analysis of the boy's temperament, he was not raised by ordinary people, but his clothes were very plain. It seems that he came to Huiqing Temple to pray for his relatives. Qing Temple.

After the sun set to the west, the sun could not shine on the top of the mountain, and the wormwood also spontaneously got up and went down the mountain without the maid's urging.

The temperature in the mountains at night is low, and there are no special nocturnal activities, so the wormwood naturally falls asleep very early.But in the middle of the night, someone knocked on the courtyard door.

Ai Cao hugged the quilt and sat up, and soon Zhao Mama came in and replied, "Old lady, it is another guest of the temple, who said that their master has a fever and cold, and wants to ask us for some medicinal materials."

"Help if you can help when you are out of the house, and give our spare medicinal materials to the guests." Now that the master has spoken, Zhao Mama found the medicinal materials and sent them to the door. The voice of a young man thanking him.

The temple should have these medicinal materials. When Ai Cao wondered what was going on, Mother Zhao told her the reason when she came back. The temple has standing medicinal materials, but they happened to be used up in the past two days, and the next day is the opening of Huiqing Temple. On the first day, people in the vicinity came to the temple to offer incense and worship Buddha as if they were going to a market. Mobile stalls formed outside the temple, and there were many vendors doing business.

Qingyao helped Ai Cao to sleep, and said, "Old lady, that's the young master we met on the top of the mountain this afternoon. It sounds like he has a severe fever."

Ai Cao closed her eyes and thought about it. The young man was slender and his physical fitness was not very good, but how can people not get sick if they eat whole grains.

The wing room where the wormwood lived was on the east side of the temple, and the wing room where the young man lived was on the west side of the temple. It was originally to distinguish between men and women, and the west wing room would be brightly lit.

The abbot saw the herbs that Wang Minglang had brought back, he checked them, and said: "The herbs are excellent, use these seven herbs to boil a bowl of water and give it to the seventh son, after a night's sleep, the burn will burn when you wake up tomorrow." Retired. Seventh Young Master is too emotional, and this slackening caused the wind and cold to take advantage of the loopholes, and it will be fine when the fever comes out."

The great monk picked seven kinds of medicinal materials, Wang Minglang naturally went to boil the medicine immediately, Lu Mingda looked at the master, and the other two subordinates who followed were guarding the yard.

The author has something to say: Good weekend~