The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

In front of the temple gate, behind many shadows, stood an old woman.

The old woman was wearing a gray linen gown, her half-white hair was tied up in a bun at the back of her head, she had no decorations on her body, she was very simple, but her spirit was impressive, especially her eyes. There is a bit of palpitating wisdom in the middle.

At this moment, those eyes passed through layers of figures and landed on Bo Lianye's body, implying a harsh scrutiny.

When he saw the old woman standing beside Bo Lianye, Mei Feng could not help but frown slightly.

After thinking for a moment, she walked through the crowd and came to the two of them: "Sister Shuang, long time no see."

Mrs. Bo turned around, a little surprised: "What wind brought you here?"

"How could Master Ku Rong not come to join us at the Spring Festival Qingming Dharma Assembly hosted by Master Ku Rong? But Sister Shuang, who hasn't seen her for a long time, has actually improved a lot. It seems that she has lived very comfortably these days."

Old Mrs. Bo's skinny smile did not smile: "Troubled with mundane affairs, nothing compares to you, Xiaorui, who is completely clean."

The two old ladies came and went, and there was a turbulent undercurrent hidden under the calm tone.

Bo Lianye followed Mrs. Bo, and she had seen many people. She had a vague impression of the old lady in front of her. Her surname was Song, and she didn't know her exact name. She only heard her grandmother call her Xiaorui. Song is not the Song family of Song Yinzhang, but an existence higher than the Song family. It seems to have some connection with the grandmother's mother's family. She has always lived in seclusion, and ordinary people rarely see her.

This Mrs. Song is quite mysterious. She always talks with her grandmother in a strange way, and she doesn't know how her grandmother offended her.

The old woman didn't take advantage of the greetings with the grandmother, so she set her eyes on her. At that moment, the strong sense of oppression made Bo Lianye's scalp tingle.

"Grandma Song, I'm Lianye." Bo Lianye said obediently.

"The lotus leaf has grown so big, it's Sister Shuang who is lucky to have such a beautiful and well-behaved little granddaughter."

She said polite words, but her eyes were completely calm, Bo Lianye even felt that she was staring at her like a poisonous snake.

Madam Bo pulled Bo Lianye behind her calmly, "Don't keep Master Ku Rong waiting."

Song Qiurui's eyes fell on the lotus pond behind Bo Lianye, and the corners of her lips curled slightly: "Sister Shuang, do you still remember Master Wen Yan's prophecy?"

Mrs. Bo's expression froze.

Bo Lianye noticed that her grandmother was holding her hand tightly, and she looked at Mrs. Bo with some puzzlement: "Grandma..."

What Master Wenyan, what prophecy?

Song Qiurui's eyes fell on the most beautiful lotus flower in bloom, the corners of her lips curled up, and she said slowly in a very soft voice: "When the Udumbara flower blooms again, the Buddha bone will reappear in the world..., on that day , it is coming soon after all.”

"I don't know what you're talking about." Mrs. Bo turned around calmly, took Bo Lianye's hand and left.

Bo Lianye was confused and could only obediently follow Mrs. Bo.

Song Qiurui stood in front of the lotus pond, wanting to reach out and touch the lotus flower, but in an instant, the lotus flower withered and withered quickly.

"Tsk, what a disappointment."

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Ming Jing walked into a clean and bright room, and the door slowly closed behind him.

Master Ku Rong was younger than she imagined. He knelt on the futon, his brows were benevolent, his eyes were celestial, and Ming Jing felt a kind of serene and peaceful power in him, which was the energy of a true monk.

Those eyes are warm and calm, like a trickling stream under the moonlit night, and a surging dark river under the silence.

"As expected, Junior Sister is not mistaken." This was the first sentence Master Kurong said when he saw her.

Ming Jing knelt on the ground with a respectful expression: "Disciple Ming Jing has met Master."

Master Kurong got up from the futon and helped her up himself, "Good boy, get up."

He looked at the girl in front of him, his eyes gradually moistened.

Everyone in the world knows that eminent monks have already transcended the world of mortals and are ruthless and loveless. However, eminent monks are human beings after all, not Buddhas.

"How do you know that I am your uncle? Did your master mention me to you?" A faint hope rose from the bottom of Master Ku Rong's eyes.

Ming Jing took out a rolled up sheepskin scroll from his bag, and put his hands in front of Master Ku Rong.

"I found it when I was sorting out Master's belongings. I think it should be handed over to its real owner."

Master Kurong stared at the parchment in a daze, and after a while, stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Ding Jing took a step back slowly, giving space to the person in front of him.

After a long time, Master Ku Rong carefully put away the sheepskin scroll and said in a deep voice, "Your master..."

Ming Jing replied softly: "Master passed away very peacefully, she has no regrets."

Master Kurong smiled and shook his head: "Yes, Junior Sister is such a transparent person."

Outside the door, Ming Deng whispered: "Master, the Fa conference is about to begin."

Master Ku Rong thought for a while and said, "Ming Jing, why don't you accompany Master to attend the Fa conference."

Ming Jing nodded, "I obey."

Master Ku Rong opened the door and said to the bright lamp guarding the door: "Take your junior sister to change clothes first, she will join you in this puja."

Ming Deng was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded respectfully: "Junior Sister, please follow me."

Ming Jing followed him away.

Master Ku Rong caressed the vicissitudes of the sheepskin scroll with his fingers, his eyes were half-bright and half-dark: "Junior Sister, thank you for your hard work...."

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The Spring Festival Qingming Dharma Assembly is the most grand annual Dharma Assembly in Xiangguo Temple. It lasts for three days. At that time, all the monks who practice Mahayana Buddhism in the surrounding area will come to participate, and some lay Buddhists and believers who practice at home will also come to participate. Every year On this day, the Xiangguo Temple was overcrowded, and even the steps in front of the temple were full of believers.

The altar was set up in the central square of Xiangguo Temple. Under the guidance of the little novice, Bo Lianye helped Mrs. Bo to the front row, which was the closest to the presider, surrounded by people she didn't know monk.

Bo Lianye hated such occasions very much, but she couldn't show it on the surface, because she found several old ladies from big Jingzhou families among these lay people, which made her even more afraid to make mistakes.

She was a little confused, why can so many heavyweights be invited to a Buddhist ceremony?

And that Mrs. Song was sitting opposite to her grandmother, and Bo Lianye always felt that her gaze was always on her, and that kind of faint scrutiny made her very uncomfortable.

The bells and drums sounded in unison, and the Dharma conch played in unison, the heaven and the earth trembled. Then the eminent monks from all over the place walked towards the Dharma altar under the guidance of the guard of honor. The grandmother and the surrounding believers stood with palms together. The scene was solemn and sacred, and Bo Lianye quickly followed suit.

"Welcome, master..." Following the heavy voice, under the solemn ceremony, Master Ku Rong, who was wearing cassock, came slowly.

His appearance made the scene even quieter, and everyone's face was full of pious respect.

Bo Lianye quietly raised her eyes like a ghost, suddenly, she paused, her eyes widened in disbelief.