This is interesting. These seemingly carefree and irresponsible young men have never done anything immoral.
Of course, this does not include Yue Qun.
If that's the case, why did they make themselves look like this?
What's the point?
Fun?
Popularity?
Or was it because of Yue Qun that he was implicated?
While they were pondering, the group arrived at Huatuo Temple.
Mo Lan looked at the magnificent temple before her, with its ancient monasteries standing tall and covering a vast area. Wisps of smoke drifted in the air, and the bells rang out from time to time, their powerful and distant tones conveying a solemn and dignified atmosphere.
Just standing here, she felt a sense of peace within her.
The main gate of the temple is a wide square, where several young monks are sweeping fallen leaves and guiding some worshippers.
In addition, several ancient pine and cypress trees stand in the square, providing shade in the summer.
On the right side of the square, rows of horse-drawn carriages were parked in an orderly fashion. Mo Lan glanced at the number of carriages and knew that there were quite a few pilgrims who had come today.
Ming Temple has always been a sacred place visited by many literati and scholars, and a place respected by the people of the world. Therefore, regardless of the severe cold or the scorching heat, the incense in the temple is always very prosperous.
As a result, the square in front of the gate has attracted many small vendors to sell their goods.
With so many people around, Mo Lan didn't need to deliberately avoid the four纨绔 (playboys). Since they weren't as hateful as they seemed, she had no interest in paying attention to them anymore and simply blended into the crowd to enjoy the temple scenery.
Entering the temple through the main gate, watching the pilgrims coming and going, Mo Lan walked into the main hall.
Despite the swirling smoke inside the main hall, Mo Lan felt a chill upon entering, which unconsciously made her feel a sense of unease.
Looking at the Buddha statue enshrined in the main hall, Mo Lan had never believed in ghosts or gods before, nor did she know which deity was being worshipped. The most direct impression the Buddha statue gave her was that it was glittering with gold and solemn and majestic.
Now that she had entered the temple, Mo Lan followed local customs and offered a bundle of incense to the incense burner. She then added one hundred taels of incense oil. Just as she was about to turn around and leave the main hall, she was stopped by a senior monk.
"Donor stay?"
Mo Lan turned around and looked at the monk standing next to the donation box. She had clearly seen him squinting and striking the wooden fish, so how did he notice her?
Thinking of the silver notes she had just put in, Mo Lan felt a little regretful. Could it be that the old monk had smelled the silver?
"Master, are you calling for me?"
“You are clearly a very virtuous person, and you are doing good deeds for Buddha. Why not ask for a fortune stick? This humble monk is willing to interpret the fortune for you.”
The old monk looked at Mo Lan with a faint smile on his lips, appearing kind and benevolent, but his wise eyes seemed to see through everything, making Mo Lan's heart tighten for no reason.
"Thank you, Master, but I have no intention of drawing lots, nor have I ever placed any hope in it. Farewell." After saying this, Mo Lan left the main hall without lingering.
After walking a distance, Mo Lan couldn't help but look back, and then silently breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, the imposter lacked confidence. She had actually felt a little nervous when facing the old monk.
Unbeknownst to her, as she left, the old monk shook his head and smiled, silently chanted a Buddhist prayer, and then continued striking the wooden fish in his hand.
Having just experienced this, Mo Lan didn't want to encounter any other monks, so she walked along the left-hand corridor towards the rear hall.
Hua Tuo Temple is built along the river. To the left of the corridor is the surging river. Willow trees bend and some branches fall on the water. A gentle breeze caresses your face, bringing a touch of coolness.
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