Fragrance Returned

At about six o'clock in October, the morning glow is gorgeous, the sky is blue, and the mountains are golden.

Many pilgrims have come to Puguang Temple on the hillside of Xishan Mountain in the suburbs of Beijing. The smoke is lingering and the melodious bells can be heard down the mountain.

Four tall men walked into the temple, one of them was Zhu Qian.

They were all dressed in casual clothes, with their hats held low. Instead of going into the temple to burn incense, he hurried along the verandah to the back of the temple.

When this time comes, the monk has not only finished his morning classes, but also finished his interview.

They stopped in front of a moon gate with the words Pilgrims not allowed written on it.

A man came forward and said to the little novice who was guarding the door, Little master, my master's predecessor had a relationship with your temple a hundred years ago and came here to see Abbot Renchen.

The young novice monk heard that he had a connection with the temple a hundred years ago, so he did not dare to neglect, clasped his hands together and said, Amitabha, donor, please wait a moment.

He went in and closed the door.

More than a quarter of an hour later, he came out with a young monk.

The young monk clasped his hands together and said, Donor please.

Several people followed him into the Moon Gate and stopped outside a Zen room. Ding Lichun and three others were invited to wait in a pavilion. Only Zhu Qian followed the young monk into the Zen room.

Two monks were sitting cross-legged on the Arhat bed.

A man in his fifties, wearing a red cassock, this should be Abbot Renchen. Is he dressed so grandly to welcome the jade pendant?

The other one is seventy or eighty years old, maybe older, with white eyebrows and beard, and is wearing a blue monk's robe.

Both of them looked at Zhu Qian who came in with unclear expressions.

The monk in cassock spoke first, Amitabha, does the donor have a relationship with Puguang Temple a hundred years ago?

Zhu Qian put his hands together and made a bow, and said, Yes. A hundred years ago, Master Xuantong gave Queen Xiande an object from your temple, and said that if the Dong family is in trouble, she can use this object to ask your temple for help.

He took out a jade pendant from his arms and presented it with both hands. The young monk took the jade pendant and presented it to Ren Chen to preside over it.

Abbot Renchen relaxed his legs and got down to the ground, took the jade pendant very solemnly, took a look at it, and then presented it to the old monk beside him, Master, it's true.

The old monk leaned over and took a look, clasped his hands together and recited the word Buddha, This thing has been away from the temple for more than a hundred years, going around in circles, and it is back today.

He took out a piece of paper folded in half from his arms and said to Zhu Qian, The poor monk did have an explanation. He said that when someone returns this token to the temple, he will give this piece of paper to him.

Zhu Qian couldn't hide his disappointment when he saw another piece of paper, left by Master Xuantong.

Not to mention that Master Xuantong’s words killed thousands of people in the Han family, let’s just say that he has been incarnate for more than a hundred years. How useful are his words now?

Zhu Qian shook his head and refused, A hundred years ago, my Han family was almost destroyed because of a piece of paper from Master Xuantong. I don't believe what he said. I only trade with your temple. Please return that jade pendant to me.

Seeing that Abbot Renchen had no intention of returning the jade pendant, he said solemnly, Your temple is a thousand-year-old temple with a good reputation. If you cheat the jade pendant back in this way, your good reputation will be lost.

The old monk hurriedly said, Amitabha, the poor monk owed a favor to Emperor Chu's father in the early years. He knew that he couldn't do it but still revealed the secret. If Emperor Chu was smart and open-minded and took another path, he could share the world with Dali.

But he pushed the only person who could save him to the opposite side, went on a killing spree, hastened the demise of the Great Chu, and pushed the poor monk master into a state of eternal destruction. Alas, God's will cannot be violated, and no one can change it. Don't take any chances and do something you know you can't do.

The poor monk felt guilty. Before he passed away, he handed over the temple's treasures to the virtuous queen, and once again revealed the secret of heaven and left these words to make up for his previous mistakes.

Zhu Qian hesitated.

The old monk added, Lao Nafa's name is Mingyuan. I would like to use Lao Na's reputation as a guarantee. This prophecy has far-reaching significance to the Dong family. If you refuse to accept it, the loss will be huge.

Zhu Qian knew that Master Mingyuan was the abbot of Puguang Temple. Although he was the abbot, he did not like to deal with the affairs of the temple and spent most of his time traveling abroad. It is said that he has extremely high cultivation and noble virtues, and is highly respected even by the late emperor and today. If he had been in the temple more than thirty years ago, the fate of the Dong family would have been reversed...

Zhu Qian took the piece of paper with both hands and said solemnly, I believe in Master Mingyuan's words.

He said this because he relied on Master Mingyuan. If he feels that the words on the piece of paper are of little use to the Dong family, Master Mingjue will take action.

Mingyuan laughed and said, Donor, don't worry, Lao Na has a chance with a descendant of Queen Xiande. Next spring Lao Na will go to Guangling Temple in Shizhou Prefecture to give a Zen lecture, and ask the donor to tell the prophesized donor that if she is interested, you can Go to Guangling Temple and listen.

Zhu Qian didn't know which descendant of Master Mingyuan and Queen Xiande had a chance, and he didn't know who the person in the prophecy was, but he was sure that the two were the same person.

Answered, Definitely.

Zhu Qian left the meditation room, suppressed his eagerness to read the contents on the paper, led a few people to worship the Bodhisattva, and donated a thousand taels of silver.

After getting on the carriage, he opened the paper with trembling hands, and there were seven characters written on it:

Purple air comes from the east and Chu Fengjue comes.

Sure enough, it is still related to Da Chu.

This time it is absolute, and if it is absolute, it will never happen again. But at the beginning we were separated, and after we were separated, we could still get together again.

Zhu Qian grinned, and tears welled up.

Absolutely, absolutely, we must let them absolutely.

No matter what, this seven-character prophecy is a good sign for the Dong family, implying that Da Chu will be completely destroyed...

After Zhu Qian left, Ren Chen said, It's a pity that Master Xuantong's cultivation has been ruined in one day. I hope Donor Dong and the little benefactor can do something this time to end Master Xuantong's obsession.

Master Mingyuan put his hands together and said, Amitabha, if your mind is pure, you will be calm, and if you are calm, you will be wise.

The two of them got up and went to the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion to enshrine the jade pendant.

Time slipped to mid-October, and Dingxiang and Dingzhuang had been having a cold war for nearly ten days.

When Ding Zhuang was at home, the house seemed to be filled with haze, and no one dared to speak loudly or laugh. Twice, Hei Wa screamed too loudly and was kicked several times by Ding Zhuang.

Ding Xiang has long wanted to take the initiative to talk to grandpa. The reason why she persisted for so many days was mainly for Feifei, and she didn't want her grandfather to threaten her with Feifei's life again.

How terrible, Feifei was almost cooked that time.

Grandpa was really unreasonable when he was unreasonable.

Silly Feifei forgave grandpa yesterday and even yelled coo at him stupidly.

Looking at the dazzling sunshine, Lilac thought that she would take the initiative to talk to her grandpa when he came back today. After enduring it for so many days, she felt uncomfortable, and so did her family.

In the evening, bright fire clouds piled up in the western sky, and a thick orange light shrouded everything. The smoke from the chimneys became lighter and lighter.

Ding Xiang led Feifei and Hei Wa to pick up grandpa and dad at the door.

After so many days, her daughter finally took the initiative to pick someone up. Mrs. Zhang smiled and narrowed her eyes.

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