Kegon-ji Temple is located in the southern suburbs of Kyoto's outer city, nestled in the mountains.
The old lady of the Zhenguo Mansion planned that she, her eldest daughter-in-law and her third daughter-in-law would listen to scriptures at Huayan Temple for a few days and stay there for a few days.
As for the younger generations in the family, they would certainly not be able to sit still if they were asked to listen to sutras every day. So, let them have a vegetarian meal in Huayan Temple for one day, and then they can go out and have fun on their own.
There are gardens built by the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion in the east and west suburbs. You can live either way. This time, a group of young people all want to go to the east suburbs because there is a horse farm there and they can also go hunting.
As for when the fun will end, that will be before the results are announced.
There was no rain on the mountain road, but the green air wet people's clothes.
Huayan Temple is on a mountain. From the bottom of the mountain to the top, there are stone steps built with silver donated by nobles.
The road winds upwards, level after level, hidden in the lush green trees on both sides of the winding path.
The old lady was old and couldn't handle climbing so many stairs.
Wan Jinlan wanted to help his grandmother walk, but his grandmother said that since they were already there, they should walk up themselves to show their sincerity.
Everyone walked and rested for a while, and even someone as weak as Shen Qing managed to hold on.
Standing on a high place and looking down, the lush forest is shrouded in a layer of fog.
Wan Jinlan leaned against the tree and looked down, exclaiming in admiration, "I almost thought I had reached a fairy mirror."
Wan Jinyu rubbed his legs and said, "If I could just reach the temple in a flash without having to climb so many steps, I would also be willing to praise this place as a fairyland."
Shen Qing and the others all laughed.
The old lady looked at Wan Jinlan, who had no sweat on his forehead and was not out of breath, and walked here as if he was strolling in the garden. She also felt that practicing martial arts did have some benefits, at least it kept the body healthy.
The old lady was thankful that Wan Jinlan had practiced martial arts for many years but had not become a big and strong man.
"White clouds close up when I look back, and green mist disappears when I look in."
Wan Jinlan looked up in the direction of the voice and saw someone who was in the mood to recite poetry.
It just so happened that he was someone she knew, Wu Ye, the son of the Lady of Kangping County.
Wu Ye was dressed in a white brocade robe, and his figure still looked thin, but the sadness between his brows seemed to have dissipated, and he only had the fragile air of a scholar.
Recently, the affair between Lady Kangping and Wu Shouren has caused a lot of uproar in the city.
Princess Kangping's father, Prince Linjiang, filed a complaint against Wu Shouren. After Princess Kangping was able to walk again, she went to the palace in person and cried in front of the Queen Mother.
The queen sent someone to Luoyi City to convey the message and scolded Wu Shouren.
The Lady of Kangping County said that the pirates were sent by Wu Shouren to kill her, but Wu Shouren refused to admit it and said it was a false accusation.
Wan Jinlan hasn't heard of any punishment Wu Shouren received yet.
However, in her opinion, even if there was no evidence that Wu Shouren hired someone to kill his wife, Wu Shouren's future career would be over, after all, his reputation was ruined.
Wu Yeben was sitting on a stone bench on the steps above to rest. When he heard Wan Jinlan's voice, he couldn't help but speak out and recited a poem, just to echo her words "I thought I was in fairyland."
After reciting the poem, he felt a little bit of revenge and regret in his heart. He wondered if Miss Wan would think that he was showing off on purpose.
From the time his mother and father divorced to the time they encountered danger in the Wei River, his mother insisted that it was his father's doing. He also felt that the bandits were suspicious. They seemed to be after money, but in fact they wanted to kill his mother.
In the past, he was still entangled in the problems between his parents. His father had deceived his mother, but he had always been kind to him for so many years.
But after experiencing the incident with the pirates, he also understood.
From the beginning to the end, it was his mother who gave the most, and he had no right to ask his mother to make sacrifices for him again.
As a son, he hopes that both his parents are well, but after experiencing life and death, he sincerely hopes that his mother will get better and better after the divorce.
He stood up and walked down a few steps until he reached the flat road. He then bowed politely and aristocratically to the old lady, Shen, and Gu.
"I am Wu Ye, the eldest son of the Lady of Kangping County. I am honored to meet the ladies of the mansion."
The old lady nodded kindly and spoke politely to Wu Ye for a while.
Then, everyone set off again, and Wu Ye naturally walked together with the younger generations of the Wan family.
"I haven't personally thanked Miss Wan for saving my mother and my life last time."
Wan Jinlan waved his hand casually, "No need to be so polite, it's just a small favor."
Even if it wasn't Wu Ye, if it was someone else, she would also lend a hand if she saw someone fall into the water.
"My mother has been weak ever since she fell into the water. I heard that Huayan Temple is very popular and very effective, so I came here today to ask for a peace amulet for her."
Seeing that Wu Ye was only talking to her sister, Wan Zhijing walked between the two of them calmly and started chatting with him naturally.
They were all people who took the imperial examinations and were quite talented in studying, so they naturally had common topics.
Wu Ye didn't think about anything else, and felt that he and Wan Zhijing got along very well.
There are many temples and monasteries in the suburbs of Beijing. Recently, a high monk has been preaching scriptures, and many bureaucrats, nobles and literati have come here. Just on this winding road, I have met many familiar families.
By the time we arrived at Huayan Temple, it was already noon.
The vegetarian food in the temple was good, but too bland for Wan Jinlan.
The bamboos are lush and green, the grass is fragrant, the bells and chimes are melodious, and the sandalwood incense is lingering.
Even though there have been many visitors recently, Huayan Temple does not seem noisy, but rather quiet and solemn. The blue-gray mottled walls seem to be filled with sandalwood.
Girls like Wan Jinlan and Wan Jinyu naturally do not have the same concentration as the old lady and the others, who can sit in the Dharma Hall for two hours without moving.
After staying in the temple's Zen room for one night, the old lady said the next day that they could go and live in the farm in the eastern suburbs.
Several of the younger generations were delighted.
It would be so uncomfortable for them to keep smelling sandalwood in the temple.
Ever since she received the letter from someone unknown and arrived at the Huayan Temple, she had been cautious. But nothing had happened yesterday, and now, as they were making their way down the mountain, everything seemed to be going smoothly.
After going down the stairs, the view became wider. Before reaching where the carriage was parked, I saw a group of seven or eight common people, who looked exhausted and crying, approaching.
"Please ask the nobles to help us find our child."
The group knelt down in front of Wan Zhijing, crying.
Wan Zhijing couldn't break free and said, "Everyone, get up first. If someone is missing, go report it to the authorities. What's the point of you crying here?"
An old man sighed and said, "We reported the child to the authorities after he was lost, but the village officials mobilized people to look for him, but they couldn't find him. There is no clue at all."
These were people whose half-grown children were missing from their families, and they all lived in villages dozens of miles away from the capital.
Children had been lost in the village before, but not as frequently as this year. In their village alone, nine children were lost within a few months.
Wan Jinlan asked: "How did you find this place without any clues?"
A woman dressed as a peasant woman wiped her tears and said, "The high monks at Huayan Temple are giving lectures, so there will definitely be dignitaries and nobles here. We, the common people, have the audacity to come here and intercept them, but we have no choice."
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