Chapter 165: The Devil Who Forgets His Mind, and the Buddha Who Forgets His Mind
Early in the morning, several officials from the Zhou court came to the gate of Baideng Temple on Zhaokong Mountain.
When the young monk guarding the temple gate saw someone coming from the Zhou court, he hurried in and informed his abbot.
Not long after, Huiming, the abbot of Baideng Temple, walked in and clasped his hands together in a bow. "This old monk greets you all, lords. I apologize for not coming in person to greet you. I hope you will forgive me."
Minister of Rites Yan Zhen quickly returned the favor with his subordinates: "Master Huiming, you are too polite. It is we who have troubled your temple. How dare we ask you to forgive us?"
Yan Zhen couldn't help but glance inside the temple and asked, "I wonder if Master Wangxin is free today?"
Huiming smiled and said, "Since I have already made an appointment with you all, Senior Sister will naturally make time. Please follow me, everyone.
"That's troublesome." Yan Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and followed Huiming into the temple respectfully.
For the Zhou court, Master Huiming was not only a cultivator in the Golden Core Realm, but more importantly, he was also a disciple of the abbot of Kongnian Temple, the first Buddhist temple in the Western Regions.
Even though his cultivation level was not good enough among the abbot's many disciples, his transcendent status surpassed countless others.
Huiming brought everyone to the main hall of Baideng Temple.
The first thing everyone saw was a girl in a monk's robe kneeling on a cushion.
The girl sat upright, her long black hair falling down her shoulders like a waterfall, just reaching her slender waist.
A ray of early morning sunlight shone into the hall, falling on the golden Buddha statue and embedded in the edge of the girl's monk robe.
The girl recites Buddhist scriptures in front of the Buddha.
The Buddha looked down at her.
The scene was picturesque and extremely holy.
Yan Zhen and the others even subconsciously slowed down their breathing for fear of disturbing the girl.
Next to the girl, a round monster with wings and glutinous rice balls seemed to be sleeping.
"Senior Sister, the Minister of Rites of Zhou State, Lord Yan, is here."
Huiming clasped his hands together and said to the girl.
The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly and her eyes slowly opened.
The girl stood up from the futon, turned around, put her hands together and bowed to everyone: "Wangxin greets you all."
"Meet Master Wangxin."
Yan Zhen reacted and quickly returned the greeting.
When everyone saw the girl's appearance, they were all stunned.
Beneath the girl's curved eyelashes, her pair of black, transparent eyes were like agate, and her cold white skin was flawless, like silk made of snow.
Under the upturned nose, there are cherry lips, and the thin, pale pink lips are gently pursed, as if containing the entire autumn color.
The girl is extremely beautiful, but it is difficult for people to have evil thoughts about her.
It seems that if she has even a little bad thought, she will blame herself and feel guilty. That kind of holiness is fully reflected in this woman, and there must be no stain.
However, Yan Zhen and the others looked into her eyes for less than a breath before subconsciously looking away, as if her eyes could see through everything.
All his thoughts were exposed in front of the girl.
"There are only thirty days left until His Majesty's wedding ceremony. According to the rituals of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Master Wangxin will be required to go to the Heavenly Altar in the Imperial Capital and chant sutras for an hour every day starting today. Furthermore, His Majesty will be married thirty days from now. There are some wedding matters that you may need to inquire about."
Yan Zhen spoke politely.
Wang Xin nodded and said, "I understand. Thank you for leading the way."
"Master Wangxin, please." Yan Zhen quickly stepped aside to make way and made a "please" gesture.
After leaving the temple, Wangxin got on the carriage alone.
Officials such as Yan Zhen sat in another carriage, and their carriages went ahead. According to the etiquette of the Zhou State, Wang Xin was given a very high-level reception.
After arriving at the altar, Yan Zhen respectfully explained the Zhou Dynasty's etiquette to Wang Xin.
For example, when to recite, what kind of scriptures to recite, and how long to recite them.
What should we do ten days before the wedding ceremony?
What to do on the wedding day, etc.
Wang Xin naturally wrote down everything Yan Zhen said.
"Then we won't bother Master Wangxin." Yan Zhen clasped his hands together and bowed. "Every day at the hour of Mao, a carriage will go to Baideng Temple to receive you. After you finish chanting, we will send someone to take you back."
"Okay." Wang Xin nodded, turned around, faced the altar, knelt on the cushion, and prepared to chant scriptures.
Yan Zhen and others did not dare to disturb them too much. They bowed and left.
"Sir Yan, this Master Wangxin is the legendary Saint Miaolian?" asked Wang Qi, the Minister of Rites, and looked back again.
An official named Zhou Lu on the other side also said, "I heard that this Saint Miaolian was born with a mind that is as sharp as seven orifices. She can detect a person's joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and can even sense what others are truly thinking."
Wang Qi couldn't help but gasp: "I didn't mean to be rude just now, did I?"
"I don't know if you have, but I have great respect for Master Wangxin." Zhou Lu smiled, "But I heard that Master Wangxin had a fight with the Holy Son of a Demon Sect in the Western Regions a thousand years ago..."
"Alright, alright." Yan Zhen waved his hand, interrupting the other person. "It's truly a rare honor for Master Wangxin to pray for Your Majesty. It's a blessing for our Zhou Kingdom. You all should stop talking about others behind their backs. From now on, those who will be responsible for receiving Master Wangxin will be selected from among the ministers and ladies of the court to avoid being disrespectful. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
Yan Zhen gathered his sleeves and looked towards the direction of the palace: "Your Majesty's wedding ceremony is of vital importance. There must not be even a single mistake!"
Western Regions, Kongnian Temple.
In the temple, an old monk was sweeping the courtyard with a broom.
"Master." Huijue walked to the old monk and bowed.
"Yes." The abbot of Kongnian Temple, named Xu Jing, nodded. "Any news from Wangxin?"
"Master, my junior sister should have written to me this time, saying that she will no longer trust you and that you are always lying." Huijue said truthfully.
"Hehe, it seems that after lying to her three or four times, this little girl has become smart." Xu Jing smiled, "Forget it if she doesn't come back. Let's wait. When she wants to come back, she will come back."
"Besides Junior Sister, the Sect Master of Wan Dao Sect is also looking for her Senior Brother. I heard that Wan Dao Sect has made some progress."
Thinking of everything that happened a thousand years ago, Huijue couldn't help but sigh.
"If possible, I still don't want Wangxin to find him. He is Wangxin's demon."
Xu Jing shook his head: "To Wang Xin, he is indeed a demon, but Hui Jue, is he really just a demon to Wang Xin?"
Huijue frowned.
Xu Jing stood up, holding the broom in both hands and looking into the distance:
“Him.
It is the demon of forgetfulness of the mind.
He is also the Buddha who forgets his mind."
(End of this chapter)
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