Xu Jiang bowed and said, "Thank you very much."
The young monk replied, "Amitabha."
The two walked eastward and soon came upon a high platform, both on and below filled with believers. They squeezed up the steps on one side of the platform and saw an old monk sitting cross-legged in the center, surrounded by a dozen or so Western monks, listening to his sermon.
It speaks Sanskrit.
The monks listened in silence, and the believers did not dare to make a sound for fear of disturbing them. Xu Jiang spotted Mo Ming among the monks at a glance, and she was not mistaken; it was indeed him.
After the lecture, the old monk asked the monks a question in Sanskrit. The monks answered, and the old monk nodded. With the help of his disciples, he stood up and left.
The believers all chanted: "Amitabha."
After the old monk left, a group of monks from the Western Regions stood up and went to the stage in order. When Mo Ming passed by, Xu Jiang called him.
"Mo Ming."
Mo Ming turned around and saw who was calling him, and looked a little surprised.
"Ajahn?"
A monk from the Western Regions saw that Mo Ming did not catch up, so he turned back to ask. Mo Ming explained the reason to him, and then he left first.
"It's not convenient here, let's move and talk."
Mo Ming led Xu Jiang and Lou Yunchun down from the Buddhist platform and headed towards a secluded pavilion.
"This is where we copy scriptures." Mo Ming pushed open the door and invited the two in.
Xu Jiang looked up. The windows in the attic were closed and the light was dim, but she could still make out some bookshelves and a dozen low desks piled with scriptures.
Mo Ming pushed open a window, cleared a table in front of the window, brought out two cushions, and asked Xu Jiang and Lou Yunchun to sit down.
Xu Jiang picked up a scroll of scriptures, unfolded it and took a quick look, and found that it was Mo Ming's handwriting.
"Aren't you in Furong City?"
"I have been traveling with this group of monks for over a year."
"But I remember you are a Zoroastrian." That's why Xu Jiang was very surprised that he converted to Buddhism.
Mo Ming said: "I am still a Zoroastrian."
Xu Jiang stared at his bald head, his face full of doubt, "Then what's going on?"
Mo Ming touched his bald head and said with a smile: "Shaving my head is just a convenient way to do things."
Then he explained the reason.
"I met this group of monks in Furong City. They couldn't speak Chinese, so they sent someone to find me and asked me to take them on a journey to preach. Later, seeing that I was fluent in Chinese, they asked me to translate scriptures for them and visit various major temples. Six months ago, the abbot of Huayan Temple wrote a letter of recommendation, recommending the monks to come to the capital. We traveled for four or five months before finally registering at Da Ci'en Temple half a month ago. Then, Master Hongshan recommended us to the palace to present the scriptures."
After saying this, he straightened his monk's robes and said, "I am a layman. Following the monks in and out of the temple, I always dress the same way as before, which causes a lot of misunderstandings. So I just shaved my head."
It sounded like a last resort, but Xu Jiang saw that he was enjoying it and clearly had the desire to convert.
She couldn't help but sigh, "Do you know who I met when I came to the capital?"
"who?"
"Ulolan."
I was stunned for some reason.
Xu Jiang continued, "She heard that I saw you in Furong City and has come to look for you."
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