In winter, the sun is warm and the morning is still cool, but the ice cones under the eaves and the snow on the ground are quietly melting.
Because the emperor had announced that Zhao Qiwu had returned triumphantly, he made a special order to open Guoguang temple for one day for the common people to pray.
In the early morning, Wen Wanqing lives in the ancient temple, where the sunshine is high, the winding path leads to seclusion, and the flowers and trees are deep.
Because he couldn't hide from Zhao Qiwu, he simply took Zhao Qixiu to the temple early in the morning to see wenwanqing, so as to reassure him.
They went to Guoguang Temple together, and pilgrims came in an endless stream along the way.
Follow them down the steps of guoma temple.
Guoguang temple is the imperial temple, ordinary people are not allowed to go to visit, today I got the emperor's will, pilgrims like weaving.
Dense cigarette shrouded in the whole Guoguang temple, with towering towers, majestic pavilions and noisy voices.
"Master, there are so many pilgrims today, so wenwanqing will not run away." Looking at these people, little monk frowned and was not happy.
Those people are not as well dressed as him.
The host put his hands together, glanced at the crowd without any trace, and said in a low voice: "now that General Zhao is valued by the emperor, we'd better be polite to her. In case the emperor orders her to leave the temple, our days will be --"
"yes, I understand."
The noisy voice heard the host only feel headache, then said: "I'll go back to the Zen room to have a rest, if there's something, you come to inform me, stare more!"
"Don't worry, master. Go and have a rest!" After seeing the host leave, little monk goes to the elder martial brother who keeps the merit book.
The little monk was an honest man. No matter how much money the Pilgrims wanted to donate, they all recorded it on the paper one by one. Soon the book was more than half.
"Let me see!" After grabbing the merit book, the little monk looked at it curiously, and immediately felt that the pilgrims were insulting their Guoguang temple.
What's the point of donating a coin of one or two articles?
But what he didn't know was that the snow disaster had just passed, and the people had to live frugally for half a month. Otherwise, how could they donate oil money, let alone red candles and incense.
"Here you are, take it!" Little Sami threw it back.
When he turned around and came back, he suddenly saw that the great general Pingbei, who was widely known in the capital, was coming. He was very happy. Today, he had to ask the general to donate some sesame oil money.
"Amitabha, why is general Pingbei free to come to Guoguang Temple today? I'm going to inform the abbot now!"
Zhao Qiwu grabbed his arm and said in a cold voice, "no, I'm not here to see your abbot. I'm here to see abbess Minhui. Take me."
On the way here, Zhao Qixiu has told him the cause and effect.
Hearing that Zhao Qiwu was looking for Wen Wanqing, the little monk stopped and hesitated for a moment.
When Zhao Qixiu and Zhao Qiwu saw him like this, they immediately scolded him and said, "how can you, just a little monk, dare to stop us?"
The little monk was so frightened that he backed away: "please follow me."
Little Shami was frightened to lead the way for them. When he arrived at Wen Wanqing's Buddhist temple, he stopped: "abbess Minhui is practicing here, so I won't disturb the two adults to talk with abbess. I'll step down first."
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