The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 244
"Thank you, Master!" The boy was overjoyed, saluted again, and dragged his master out of Yuantong Temple.

"The one who spoke just now was the old monk who was sitting on the ground in the Temple of Heavenly Kings, right?" Out of Yuantong Temple An Yi, the caretaker Cheng walked in a hurry, so he had to hold his breath and try his best to keep up with him.

Feeling the obviously unstable breath of the master when he spoke, the young servant realized that his body was just getting better, and he was still timid, so he secretly slowed down and waited for him: "Yes, that is the prison master of Yuantong Temple, He is very kind! Every time I go to the temple to find work, he helps me."

"Hehe, you silly bastard, everyone is a good person!" An Yi said with a smile.

The little servant looked ahead and shook his head, and said softly: "I don't think everyone is a good person."

"Oh?" This made An Yi very curious, and he immediately turned his face to ask: "Who doesn't look like a good person?"

"You!" The servant said solemnly without looking at him.

An Yi was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and hit the boy on the back of the head: "Hey! You little bastard, let's see how I deal with you when I go back!"

The boy was still looking ahead with a smile on his face.

He rubbed his head with his hands and said: "When we get to the place, master, please stop talking nonsense! The place where Buddhism is pure, you can stop for a while."

"Success, I'll be a mute later on, isn't that all right?" An Yi said disapprovingly.

He has been used to doing evil since he was a child, and relying on his father An Huaiyuan's identity, he has done many immoral things. If it is said that he believes in ghosts, ghosts, gods and Buddhas, he has no wisdom.He has been living smoothly, but instead he believes in another fallacy: Gods and ghosts are afraid of evil people!
So in the past, he could do evil without accumulating virtue and doing good deeds, doing evil everywhere...

Later, seeing him reduced to the point where he was about to die of illness and starvation, the boy secretly thought in his heart: the master has done a lot of wicked things, this is the retribution of this world.So every time he copied scriptures, he would also repent and pray for An Yi!
"How far is it?" The road became narrower and narrower, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians. An Yi stretched his neck and looked forward for a long time, but he couldn't find any shadows of temples and nunneries, so he had to ask.

He walked too much in one day, which consumed too much energy for An Yi who had just recovered from a serious illness. He only ate a small bowl of cabbage and tofu at home at noon, so he was hungry again.

"Here we are." The boy pointed to an ordinary-looking courtyard in front of him and said, "That's it."

"That courtyard?" An Yi pointed to a very inconspicuous courtyard and said, "This...isn't this a residential house?"

It's no wonder that An Yi was so surprised, he really didn't expect the place where monks practiced like this.

Stopped at the door and looked again and again at the plaque hanging at the gate of the courtyard. The three gold pieces of "Bodhi Temple" on it are quite impressive.

"The earliest bhikkhuni master here was the owner of this house. After her parents died, she saw through the innocence of life and death and became a monk. At the same time, she also donated the house left to her by her parents. The operation of the nun is what it is today."

"Master, don't underestimate this Bodhi nunnery. The abbot inside is well versed in scriptures and will receive many curses, so there are many pilgrims who come to invite her to perform rituals!"

"Yeah." An Yi nodded.

It is impossible for people without skills to manage such a small house.What's more, according to Shoucheng, there are several nuns raised in this small nunnery, so the abbot who is in charge of the house is even more virtuous.

Stepping into the yard, there is a row of kneeling mats in front of you. There is a huge incense burner in the middle of the yard. At this time, you can still see dense bamboo branches inserted in it.

Looking further in, there is a statue of Buddha and Bodhisattva enshrined in the main room with the doors and windows open.

An Yi squinted his eyes for a long time but didn't recognize who it was enshrining.

"This temple enshrines the Amitabha Buddha holding a lotus flower. The master should also worship." An Yi explained a few words to him in a low voice, and then knelt on the ground respectfully and kowtowed.

An Yi had no choice but to follow him to pretend to be perfunctory a few times, then turned his hands away and wanted to look around in the yard.

"Master, you just wait here for me!" Fortunately, the young servant was quick, grabbed the master who didn't care about him, and said in a low voice: "All the monks and nuns live here, you can't go there casually." look……"

"Oh." After being reminded, An Yi hurriedly nodded, stepped back a few steps, stood at the gate of the courtyard and said, "Master is waiting for you here, go inside and ask."

The young servant walked slowly to the entrance of the main hall converted from the main room, and said to the inside: "Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!" Unexpectedly, pilgrims could come at such a time. A middle-aged nun who was on duty in the temple walked out quickly with his hands clasped. When he saw the young man standing behind the door, he nodded and said, "Layman An , but came to ask for scriptures to copy?"

"Yes, Master Hui Nian!" The servant also clasped his hands together and respectfully bowed to the bhikkhuni master: "I'll come and see if there is any incense master to do meritorious deeds."

"It just so happened that you came. A family of pilgrims came here early this morning. They are like a Bodhisattva begging for a son. They made a vow to offer one hundred and eight copies of "Pumen Pin", which are all in the Xipei Hall. You Go please." Master Hui Nian said slowly.

"Thank you, Master!" He saluted again and watched Hui Nian enter the main hall. The servant quickly walked to the entrance of the Xibei Hall. He came out with a stack of papers and scriptures.

Black black clothes are the most common clothes worn by monks, but the black clothes are clearly worn by a lay woman with fluffy hair.

The tall and thin woman lowered her head and lowered her eyes, and said in a soft voice: "This is the paper for thirty copies of "Pumenpin". Laymen can go back and copy it first. If it is not enough, you must come to get it again. You must not do it yourself." cut."

In the past, most of the writing paper was a large sheet, which needed to be cut with scissors or a knife.

The black-clothed woman asked so, presumably it was the pilgrims who made a vow to make meritorious deeds that set the rules.

"Yes." The boy bowed his head and nodded, then stretched out his hands to take the scriptures and papers from the woman's hand: "I will send them on the fourteenth day of the first lunar month at the latest."

(End of this chapter)