The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

There are vendors setting up stalls everywhere in Xiangliu Town, some selling snacks, some selling handicrafts, and some selling incense and burnt paper. There is a constant flow of tourists, making it a bustling and lively scene.

There was no traffic on the street at all, Xiao Hua had no choice but to park the car under a big pagoda tree at the head of the town, and walked into the lively gathering with Ming Jing.

Xiangliu Town is the only road leading to Xiangguo Temple. As the name suggests, there are willows planted on both sides of the road connecting Xiangliu Town and Xiangguo Temple. At this moment, under the warm spring breeze, the willow branches dance with the wind.

The majestic golden roof of Xiangguo Temple is located on the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps. All believers who go to worship must walk up the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps alone to show their sincerity. This step is also called the blessing step .

At this moment, above the stairs, there are dense figures, looking from a distance, it looks like a moving dark cloud.

Xiao Hua was surprised: "Why are there so many people?"

Ming Jing brushed her skirt and walked up the stairs: "Today is the first day of the new year."

On the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year's Day, the incense will only flourish even more in an ancient temple like Xiangguo Temple, where the number of believers is unknown.

Xiaohua hurriedly followed, the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps didn't look very high, but it was fatal to climb up. There was a high barrier between the steps, and it was extraordinarily difficult to climb up. After a while, Xiaohua's head was full Khan, the pilgrims beside him were also tired and out of breath, and they spread out to the side gasping for breath.

Only Ming Jing, every step up looks so easy, with a leisurely look and calm steps, completely different from the people around him, easily leaving everyone behind.

The girl wore a long white skirt today, the skirt was ankle-length, and the silver lotus pattern on the skirt shimmered as she walked, which was so beautiful in the sun.

The slender back is naturally straight, like a lonely plum blossom in the snow, with a clear and proud posture.

Amidst the dark background climbing up, the young girl's figure is particularly eye-catching, and the amazed eyes of people around her frequently fall on her, but before anyone can see her face clearly, there is only swaying in her eyes of silver waves.

"Mother-in-law, be careful." With the support of the girl, the old woman with handicapped legs avoided an accident.

She thanked in surprise: "I'm getting older, and my legs and feet are not flexible."

"There are special Zhike monks in the temple who receive old people and children in the town. They enter the temple through another passage. Why don't you go?"

The old woman took out her handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead, "My grandson is seriously ill. The doctor said that the surgery is very risky, and he will have surgery tomorrow. People say that the Bodhisattva in Xiangguo Temple is the most effective. As long as you finish climbing these steps, The Bodhisattva will feel my sincerity, and I hope the Bodhisattva will bless my grandson's operation smoothly."

With Ming Jing supporting her, she walked through the last step, and the simple and heavy gate of Xiangguo Temple appeared in front of her eyes.

Surprise burst out of the old woman's muddy eyes, and she folded her hands together and bowed: "Amitabha, finally arrived."

"Girl, what are you asking for? Marriage?"

Anyone who comes to Xiangguo Temple has nothing to ask for?

Ming Jing said softly, "My sister has a strange disease, I hope she wakes up soon."

"Girl, I think you have a kind face. Bodhisattva blesses you. Your sister will be fine."

The incense in the temple is at its peak, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims. The sound of chanting sutras in the main hall floats faintly between heaven and earth, soothing the restlessness and anxiety in the hearts of believers who come.

Seeing that Ming Jing was young, the old lady definitely didn’t know how to burn incense, so she took out the standing incense she had prepared earlier, distributed some to Ming Jing, and taught her by hand.

Ming Jing knelt on the futon with the old woman, with the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva on top of her head, looking at the world with compassionate eyes.

Ming Jing closed his eyes, prayed silently in his heart, then got up with the old woman, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

A table was set up next to the main hall, and a middle-aged monk sat behind the table to unwrap the lottery. Ming Jing walked by the table, and the old monk narrowed his eyes, "The benefactor, please stay."

There were people coming and going in the hall, but no one dared to make a noise, so the surroundings seemed extraordinarily quiet.

As soon as the monk finished speaking, all the people around turned their attention to Ming Jing.

Ming Jing turned around, smiled and said, "What's the matter, Master?"

The monk glanced at it casually, but when he saw the girl's face clearly, the cattail leaf fan in his hand fell to the ground with a "clack", and his whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"You... you actually..."

When he was excited, he suddenly stopped talking, looked deeply at Ming Jing's face, and took the stick from the side, "The face of the benefactor is rare in the world, and he is a person of great virtue and blessing, but I see the cumulus between the benefactor's eyebrows, There seems to be something bothering you recently, so why not draw a lottery to clear up the confusion for the benefactor."

Ming Jing shook the bamboo tube, and the monk kept staring at her face. If they didn't know that he was a prestigious monk in Xiangguo Temple, everyone would have thought he was a wretched man who coveted beauty.

A bamboo stick fell out of the bamboo tube and fell on the table.

The monk picked up the bamboo stick and shook his head: "It's an empty stick. I can't see clearly whether it's the donor's past or future..."

Not enough cultivation, but not enough qualifications.

At this time, there was commotion at the door, a young and handsome monk came over, followed by two young monks, where he passed, the crowd retreated one after another, and the eyes of people looking at him were full of reverence and enthusiasm worship.

"Master Mingdeng..."

The monk walked up to Mingjing and nodded to the monk behind the table, "Uncle Kujing."

Then when facing the bright mirror, he folded his hands together and said in an extremely calm voice: "Junior Sister has come from afar, and Master has been waiting for a long time."

There was a gasp in the surroundings. This young master, named Ming Deng, is a direct disciple of Master Ku Rong, the abbot of Xiangguo Temple, and has a very high prestige among the younger generation.

Xiangguo Temple was a royal temple in ancient times, and each presiding officer was the Great Master of Protecting the Country, who was responsible for protecting the country. During the Moon Dynasty, Buddhism flourished. According to incomplete statistics, there were thirteen clan members who became monks in the Moon Dynasty. , Even princesses and concubines have many records of becoming monks.

Therefore, Huguo Temple has a unique and lofty status in history. Even in modern times, its status is still unabated, and it is even popular among the people because of the multiplication of believers.

In particular, the current abbot of the Huguo Temple, Master Kurong, is a true eminent monk.

People have never seen the real Buddha, and in their minds, Master Kurong is the incarnation of Buddha.

Master Kurong's personal disciple, Ming Deng, is also an unattainable existence in people's hearts.

Seeing that he was actually friendly to a young girl, calling her Junior Sister, and mentioning that the rumored Master Ku Rong was waiting for her, it was simply inconceivable.

What is the identity of this girl?