HLnovel Chapter 416 Buddha's Fate
Chapter 416 Buddha's Fate
Huo Ying stared at Chen Sanlang's eyes, which changed from teasing to seriousness, and asked after a while,
"Brother, what's going on here? Tell me."
Chen Sanlang tugged at the frayed cuffs of his short jacket, spread his hands calmly, and said with a bewildered look on his face,
“I also want to know the reason. If anyone says that I have offended the Wang family, it is probably the one who posted the missing person notice.
We followed him and maybe it made a bad impression on him, but I can’t think of any other reason.”
In this life, Chen Sanlang deeply realized how hard it is to have a good meal. He is already very satisfied that he can now have a business and a place to stay in Xunyang City.
If the Wang family hadn't given him the cold shoulder, he would have felt that he would be close to meeting Wang Jinyi.
But now this situation has occurred, alas!
Huo Ying and Chen Sanlang had known each other for many years. He believed that if Chen Sanlang couldn't find the cause, then it couldn't be his brother's fault, so he slapped his thigh and said,
"Okay, brother, don't take it personally. I'll ask Brother Sun about it. It's probably just a misunderstanding. Don't think about it. Just take a rest.
The owner of Dongsheng Inn wants to see you tomorrow. I agreed and they will come to pick you up tomorrow."
Chen Sanlang's messy thoughts were immediately pulled back to reality, and he asked, "Brother, did they tell us what happened?"
"No, you'll know when you get there. Let's go together..."
As he spoke, he turned and went back to the room.
Chen Sanlang tried hard to calm down in the cold wind. Thinking about wasting time going out tomorrow, it seemed that he would not be able to sleep tonight.
He went to the well, fetched a bucket of cold water, and washed his face with it. The moment the cold water hit his face, the icy sensation made his back tense up, and all his sleepiness disappeared.
The night owl cried in the empty alley, and the sound could be heard from far away.
Chen Sanlang returned to his room with wet hands and face.
The oil lamp in the small house was lit until dawn...
Pure Land Temple.
At daybreak, the morning bell of the Pure Land Temple rang three times. Wang Jinyi, wearing a hood and a cotton cloak, went out early to attend morning prayers and stopped at the intersection of Yunshuitang.
The cold wind was blowing, she turned her head slightly and buried her face in the hood, laughing in her heart, thinking that it must be really cold in winter!
A blue-gray figure walked quickly towards them, and as they approached each other, the person passed by sideways.
Wang Jinyi turned to a direction with favorable wind and called out, “Sir.”
Pushan stopped and blocked the wind with his hands, then he saw a little face red from the cold exposed from under the hood.
He asked loudly against the wind: "Why are you standing here?"
"I was in a hurry yesterday and knocked over the scriptures you copied. I want to apologize to you here."
The cold wind blew violently, filling Wang Jinyi with a breath of cold air. She lowered her head and started coughing.
Pushan took a half step forward, clenched his hands,
"Don't worry about it, the loss is not big, I will reorganize it, come back soon! The weather is getting colder, you should go home too."
Pushan looked around.
"Let's go ahead and talk. It's too windy here."
The two of them turned into another road against the wind. The moment they turned the corner, a gust of wind blew past and they both raised their hands to block in front of themselves. The hood on Wang Jinyi's head was blown off and she hurriedly grabbed the hood and put it on.
Pushan, who was standing beside him, had already seen Wang Jinyi's bald head clearly. He walked to within one step of the two of them and asked with concern:
"What happened?"
"Nothing, I just want to ask you, sir, if I can help copy the scriptures in the temple?"
Pushan saw the girl interrupting vaguely, so he stopped asking and just shook his head slightly.
"The Buddhist scriptures were all copied by monks themselves. I only copied the original translation. I cannot copy the scriptures."
Wang Jinyi understood, nodded, bowed hastily in the wind, and turned to leave.
Pushan chased after him for two steps.
"Miss Wang, Miss, you can copy the sutras in your current situation, but you need to get the consent of the temple's abbot."
He stopped talking as the wind blew. This time, Wang Jinyi held the sides of the hood tightly with both hands, nodded vigorously, and ran to the front hall.
After more than two months of worry-free and peaceful days, Wang Jinyi completely adapted to the world. After such a long period of meditation, he had forgotten the noisy world.
Sister Feng and Sister Feng walked in with a cold breeze, both of them were shivering, with frost hanging on their eyelashes, they bowed with fists clasped as they entered the room.
When they saw the young lady’s bald head, they were stunned and speechless for a long time. They were completely confused.
He stopped bowing and just stood there motionless.
It was not until someone carrying a large box entered the room that they realized what was happening. Sister Feng asked in a trembling voice, "Miss, you, you became a nun?"
Ding Yi and Ding Er, who came in carrying a box, stood at the door in a daze. The box in their hands almost fell to the ground and hit their feet. The two looked at each other tacitly, with questions in their eyes.
Sister Feng broke the silence: "Miss, you, you are... are you being coerced by someone in the temple?"
Feng Mei silently replied, "If we had known earlier, we should have watched over you day and night!"
Wang Jinyi smiled, raised his hand and touched his bald head, and explained easily:
"I was inspired by the scriptures and often had some insights from reciting them. I thought since I would be living in the temple for a while anyway, I might as well join the Buddhist sect and practice Buddhism sincerely!"
He said this with a nonchalant expression, as if shaving the head was as easy as drinking water. He looked at the boxes the two had brought back and asked:
"Have you brought back the general ledgers of all the prefectures and cities? Have you also compiled the collection of couplets I want?"
Sister Feng is still asking:
"Miss, did you get ordination at the Pure Land Temple or did you shave your hair yourself?"
"You are so confused! It's no joke to be ordained. The monk from Luoxia Temple came to the Pure Land Temple and I caught up with him. I thought it was an opportunity and so I got ordained. I am now a nun from Luoxia Temple."
Everyone in the room except Yuqing was in disbelief.
Sister Feng stepped forward and held the young lady's hand, "Young lady, do you know what it means to become a monk? This is not a joke!
You should at least tell your family! How can you decide to become a nun on your own?"
Feng Mei followed suit, "That's right. My family probably doesn't know about it yet!"
Even Zhu Yu murmured softly, "That's right. What if my family finds out..."
Some people in the room were anxious to show concern, while others were in a solemn mood. Ding Yi and Ding Er put the box away silently, bowed silently, and went out.
Wang Jinyi watched Ding Yi and Ding Er leave, bowed his head and kept silent. He thought: I have to let these guards know that I have shaved my head, and now is the opportunity.
This means they have found a clear path forward. All that remains is for them to report to their master without having to worry about it themselves.
From that day on, there were four more visible personal guards around Wang Jinyi, and two of them even sat at the door of the house during the day. Wang Jinyi didn't care whether they changed shifts or not.
It was also from this day on that Wang Jinyi put on the blue-gray monk's robe and often held Buddhist beads while chanting scriptures and meditating.
Of course, this was after she was busy checking the annual accounts of various prefectures.
People passing by outside the courtyard can hear the rhythmic beating of the wooden fish.
It was also from this time that Wang Jinyi began to retreat, no longer going to the cold and deserted hall for morning prayers, but actually began to "meditate" alone.
Until in the twelfth month, a group of light cavalry arrived at the mountain gate...