The spring breeze carries away the winter snow, and another early spring arrives.
Prince's Mansion
Murong Yu: "Aqing, sweet potatoes and corn have already been planted on a trial basis."
Mu Qing squinted her eyes, basking in the warm sunshine, and said with a look of enjoyment, "Mmm."
Looking at the lazy young man, Murong Yu felt a surge of satisfaction. He had never imagined that one day he would meet someone who, even just quietly watching him and staying by his side, would be better than having the whole world.
Mu Qing paused, holding the teacup, and looked up in the direction of Tianfo Temple.
Murong Yu: "What's wrong?"
Mu Qing shook her head, put down the cup in her hand, fiddled with the Bodhi seed bracelet on her wrist, and said, "I want to go to Tianfo Temple."
Murong Yu: "Okay."
He paused, then added, "I'll go with you."
Tianfo Temple
The abbot passed away a quarter of an hour ago, passing the position to Wuwang. Wuwang, along with a group of monks, knelt before the abbot's statue, chanting scriptures to bid him farewell.
Beijing
The next morning, Mu Qing set off for Tianfo Temple, but Murong Yu was unable to accompany her due to other commitments.
Tianfo Temple
Wu Wang arrived at the mountain gate early in the morning, his gaze seemingly fixed on the foot of the mountain and the horizon, while he softly chanted scriptures, accompanied by the young novice monk Kong Jue.
Seeing Wu Wang stop chanting, the young novice quickly asked, puzzled, "Master, why are we standing here chanting?"
Wu Wang: "Because a distinguished guest has arrived, the master is waiting here for the destined person."
As they spoke, a golden light shimmered at the foot of the mountain.
“Here it comes,” Wu Wang said, putting his hands together in prayer. “Amitabha, well done, well done.”
An hour later, Kongjue finally saw the person climbing the ladder to heaven. The young man in the blue robe had handsome features and looked warm and approachable, making Kongjue want to get closer, just like Wuwang back then.
As Mu Qing approached, a fresh scent of grass and trees wafted over, startling the young novice monk who stared at him blankly.
Wu Wang looked up and saw that the person who had come was still dressed in the familiar blue robe, accompanied by the fragrance of grass and trees. However, the golden light of merit emanating from him was even stronger. Surrounded by the golden light, his face could no longer be seen. Only a solemn and awe-inspiring aura remained, lingering in Wu Wang's heart and unforgettable.
Wu Wang lowered his eyelids and put his hands together in prayer: "Amitabha, benefactor, we meet again."
Mu Qing put his hands together and said, "Amitabha."
Mu Qing looked up and smiled, "Master Wuwang, it's been a long time."
Kongjue whispered, "Master is the abbot now, not a junior monk."
Wu Wang: "Emptiness and awareness must not be disrespectful."
Kongjue: "Yes, Master."
Wu Wang turned to Mu Qing and said, "Please don't take offense, benefactor."
He paused for a moment and then explained, "The abbot passed away recently, and before he left, he passed the position to me. Please continue to address me by my Dharma name."
Upon hearing this, Mu Qing put his hands together and said, "Amitabha." He did not say anything to express his condolences. He knew that in the eyes of monks, Nirvana meant the completion of merits and virtues, a state of pure tranquility, which was the 'Nirvana' they pursued.
After having a meal at the temple, Mu Qing chatted with Wu Wang for the afternoon. As evening approached, just as he was about to take his leave, he saw Kong Jue's small figure running up behind him, shouting as he ran, "Master, someone is looking for Benefactor Mu Qing."
As Wu Wang and Mu Qing walked out of the meditation room, they saw a tall figure dressed in black walking towards them.
When Murong Yu saw Mu Qing, his eyes lit up with joy, and his sharp and dignified aura softened with the spring breeze.
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