The people of Qixia Village continued their journey for another three days.
They had only just reached the vicinity of Chiling Mountain in Chunyang County when they encountered refugees fleeing famine along the way...
Some of them were leading young children, while others were helping elderly people.
Everyone looked haggard and walked unsteadily.
It was as if a gentle push could take their lives.
Looking at the scene before him, Qin Luo wasn't actually that moved.
She herself had escaped from the clutches of demons, and the scenes she witnessed in the apocalypse were far worse than these.
Qin Liang saw her expressionless face as she looked at the refugees.
Thinking she was frightened by their appearance, he reached out and pushed her head into the carriage.
"If you're scared, don't look. I'll call you when we get to the foot of Crimson Spirit Mountain!"
Qin Luo then remembered that Liu Zheng had said she would take her towards Fuhua Temple on Chiling Mountain to kowtow and fulfill her vow!
An hour later, they arrived at the foot of Crimson Spirit Mountain. Qinling told everyone to rest and have something to eat on the spot.
Qin Liang and Liu Zheng pulled Qin Luo along and walked a short distance up the mountain.
When I could see the temple again, I kowtowed three times towards Fuhua Temple.
Looking at the temple in the distance, Liu Zheng expressed her heartfelt gratitude!
"I, Liu Shi Liu Zheng, thank the Bodhisattva for protecting me! Not only has my Luo Luo recovered, but she has also been blessed by auspicious beasts!"
Her narration was tinged with apology.
"We should have prepared offerings and gone up the mountain to fulfill our vows long ago, but we never expected to encounter natural disasters such as drought and bandit attacks on the village. We hope the Bodhisattva will understand!"
Finally, a commitment was made.
"Once I have a stable place to live, I will definitely go to the temple to offer plenty of fresh flowers and clean fruit, and add lots of incense oil!"
Liu Zheng kowtowed three more times, and Qin Liang and Qin Luo followed suit.
As the three walked towards their lodging in the Qinling Mountains, they heard a series of hurried footsteps behind them.
Qin Liang immediately urged Liu Zheng and Qin Luo to run faster, and glanced behind him.
Then I saw an old man, with several senior monks and a few junior monks!
They ran quickly down the mountain...
Qin Liang guessed that something had happened at Fuhua Temple, so he grabbed Liu Zheng and Qin Luo and ran all the way.
As soon as they reached the foot of the mountain, they shouted to Qinling, "Uncle, hurry! Something's happened on the mountain, quick..."
Upon hearing his words, Qinling immediately instructed his clansmen and villagers to pack their belongings and set off.
Qin Luo was quite curious about what was happening on the mountain.
But Qin Liang and the others would definitely not allow her to go up the mountain, so they had no choice but to give up!
Qinling and his group had only traveled a short distance in their donkey carts.
The old man who came down from the mountain led a group of monks in pursuit.
Qinling didn't stop asking questions; he just kept walking forward.
The old man and the monks didn't stop them; they simply followed silently behind them.
The monks knew that Qin Ling and the others were just ordinary people and couldn't save Fuhua Temple at all.
They were no match for the bandits wielding knives, nor could they save their fellow disciples.
Not even a single scripture in the library could be saved!
They could only carry the relics of the previous abbots and go to Xuanguang Temple in the capital to seek protection!
Looking back at Fuhua Temple, shrouded in smoke and dust on Chiling Mountain!
Thinking of their abbot and fellow monks who had protected them as they escaped, the young monks cried until their eyes were red…
Qin Luo heard the little monks crying and leaned out of the carriage to look back.
Then I saw a young monk with a lotus mark on his forehead and teary eyes.
And an elderly man with a full head of white hair, yet still sprightly, was also looking at her.
Qin Luo thought she had been caught peeking, so she could only give them an awkward smile.
He then pulled his head back into the carriage...
The young monk looked up and asked the white-haired old man...
"Grandpa Temple Keeper, is the person whose soul was incomplete the one you mentioned before her?"
The temple keeper nodded.
"It's her. I saw her face before. She was simple-minded and dull, and her eyebrows looked sunken. She was destined to face a life-or-death crisis this year, but she should have survived it safely!"
He paused.
"I just took another look. Although I couldn't see her face clearly from the distance, I could still tell that she was full of vitality!"
The young monk also agreed with the temple keeper's statement.
"This humble monk also sensed a peaceful aura emanating from her, which made people feel very comfortable and eager to get closer!"
The temple keeper tapped the young monk's bald head.
"Little Jingming, form is emptiness, emptiness is form. You are already twelve years old. You should know the difference between boys and girls and not think about getting close to girls!"
Fearing that Jingming wouldn't listen, he added a few more words.
"You are the abbot appointed by the ancient Buddha of Fuhua Temple. You should recite the Heart Sutra more often; it will benefit you!"
Jingming's face turned bright red.
"Grandpa Temple Keeper, please don't speak recklessly. This humble monk merely sensed an aura different from ours emanating from that female benefactor. It's not as you think. Please don't slander this humble monk!"
"Oh, oh, oh, you're getting angry! I know, you just sensed a different aura. It was just me talking nonsense. Don't be angry!"
Jingming's tears started flowing again.
"Can we come back and rebuild Fuhua Temple? Will Xuanguang Temple really help us?"
The temple keeper also wept and sighed.
"The old abbot said that as long as you are here, Fuhua Temple will remain. If Xuanguang Temple doesn't help, we'll go to Fahuan Temple. If Fahuan Temple doesn't help, we'll go to Yuanshan Temple!"
Actually, he wasn't sure either.
"If they don't help, we'll come back and rebuild Fuhua Temple after the disaster. You'll still be the abbot, and I'll still be the temple keeper who looks after the incense!"
The monks behind him all began chanting Buddhist mantras.
"Amitabha Buddha, we'll still be your senior and junior brothers!"
Qinling and his group were filled with mixed emotions as they listened to the monks chanting Buddhist mantras in unison.
Previously, I only heard them chanting Buddhist mantras in solemn temples…
Now, just like them, they are out in the wilderness, without even a water bag to carry them.
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