Into the Guoguang temple, the host has long been welcome outside, see wenwanqing, hands together toward her to see the ceremony.
Wen Wanqing got out of the carriage, took off the hairpin ring long ago, and returned with a calm face like water: "my Lord, the emperor has given me the Buddha's name Minhui, and I will be more harassed in the temple later."
With a cry of Amitabha, the host let the little monk welcome their master and servant in, and handed the newly made Buddha's clothes to Yingxue behind her. Then he took them to the Zen room in the back.
There is a big "Buddha" carved on the four walls. The bed is spread out, and there are only two thin quilts on it. Even the tea cups are painted off.
After the host and little Shami left, Yingxue began to clean up: "master, this Guoguang temple is not the emperor's temple, how can it be so shabby?"
Wen Wanqing takes a look at the Buddha clothes put on the desk by Yingxue, and compares them with each other. They are spacious and resistant to dirt, which is very suitable for their present situation.
"I think it's also the emperor's meaning. Otherwise, the royal temple can be so miserable. I'm afraid this tea can't even be used by the little monk just now!"
Before she came in, she had looked at every little Shami she saw, not to mention that their status was inferior to that of the host. Nevertheless, everyone was wearing brand-new Buddhist clothes. Even the shoes were half faithful, and their faces were ruddy and glossy.
"The master means that the emperor is taking this opportunity to beat you?" Yingxue tidies up the burden. The emperor is too mean.
"It doesn't matter whether I knock or not. Anyway, the boat is done. Now that I have entered the Guoguang temple, I'm at ease to pray for the soldiers at the border."
"Yes, master." Yingxue no longer asked. She took out the food box and put a plate of snacks on the table. "If you are hungry, you can try it. I'll get some hot water."
"Be careful." Wen Wanqing reminds them that they are not familiar with Guoguang temple after all, and they don't know if there is any disaster waiting for them.
"I understand." Yingxue doesn't worry about her own safety, so she goes out of the Zen room. She wants to ask the little monk who is walking towards her about the kitchen, but the little monk runs away when she sees her.
She is not yingyue. She is so terrible that she has no choice but to find her own way.
Inside the palace.
Pinghua listened to the pass of the imperial guards and immediately went into the hall to report to the emperor.
At this moment, the German imperial concubine sat beside him, holding her shoulder for the emperor. Seeing Pinghua come in, she whispered in the emperor's ear: "emperor, Pinghua is coming!"
Originally half narrowed eyes, now full of light, "things can be done properly."
Pinghua bowed and said: "I tell the emperor that the slave has already told the abbot of Guoguang Temple according to your orders. Geimei, abbess Minhui lives in a very poor Zen room in the temple, and even tells those little Shamis that no one is allowed to talk to their master and servant during this practice. The emperor is at ease."
The emperor Ying Ning a, seem to have some carelessness: "what does she have to say?"
The imperial concubine presses the hand of the shoulder slightly, but the next second then restored as usual, as if didn't hear general.
Pinghua shook his head: "abbess Minhui has already lived."
This also shows that she would rather live in a Buddhist temple with poor conditions to practice, even if she would accompany him all her life, rather than go to the palace to accompany him. He is the most respectable person. He is so gentle and clear that she dare not pay attention to himself.
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