Chapter 634

In front of the temple gate, behind the shadows of many people, stood an old woman.

The old woman was wearing a gray linen robe, her half-white hair was tied in a bun at the back of her head, and there was no decoration on her body. There is a bit of heart-pounding wisdom in the middle.

At this moment, the eyeballs passed through the layers of figures and landed on the thin lotus leaf, implying a harsh look.

When he saw the old woman standing beside the thin lotus leaf, Mei Feng couldn't help frowning slightly.

After thinking for a moment, she walked through the crowd and came to the two of them: "Sister Shuang, long time no see."

Mrs. Bo turned around, but she was a little surprised: "What wind brought you here?"

"How can you not come to support the Spring Festival Qingming Festival hosted by Master Ku Rong, but Sister Shuang, I haven't seen you for a long time, and her complexion has improved a lot. It seems that she has been very comfortable recently."

Mrs. Bo smiled and said, "Being surrounded by mundane things, how can you compare to you, Xiao Rui, who has a clean body."

The two old ladies come and go, and there is a turbulent undercurrent hidden under the calm tone.

Bo Lianye follows Mrs. Bo, and she has seen many people. She has a vague impression of the old woman in front of her. Her surname is Song. She doesn't know her exact name. Song is not the Song family of Song Yinzhang, but a higher-level existence than the Song family. It seems that she has some connections with her grandmother's mother's family. She has always lived in a secluded place, and it is rare for ordinary people to see her.

This Mrs. Song is quite mysterious. She always talks to her grandmother in a strange way, and she doesn't know how her grandmother offended her.

The old woman and her grandmother didn't take advantage of the chat, so she set her sights on her. At that moment, the strong sense of oppression made the thin lotus leaf's scalp numb.

"Hello, Grandma Song, I'm Lian Ye." Thin Lian Ye said obediently.

"The lotus leaf has grown so big, and Sister Shuang is lucky to have such a beautiful and well-behaved granddaughter."

Speaking politely, her eyes were completely calm, and Bo Lianye even felt that she was staring at her like a poisonous snake.

Mrs. Bo calmly pulled Bo Lianye behind her, "Don't make Master Ku Rong wait for a long time."

Song Qiurui's eyes fell on the lotus pond behind the thin lotus leaf, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked: "Sister Shuang, do you still remember Master Wen Yan's prophecy?"

The old lady Bo looked stunned.

Bo Lianye noticed that her grandmother's hand was holding her tightly, and she looked at Mrs. Bo in confusion: "Grandma..."

What Master Wen Yan, what prophecy?

Song Qiurui's eyes fell on the most beautiful lotus flower, the corners of her lips curled up, and said slowly in a very light voice: "When the Udumbara flower blooms again, the Buddha's bones will reappear in the world..., that day. , it's coming soon."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Mrs. Bo turned around calmly and left with Bo Lianye's hand.

Bo Lianye was at a loss, so he could only follow Old Madam Bo obediently.

Song Qiurui stood in front of the lotus pond and wanted to reach out and touch the lotus, but in an instant, the lotus quickly withered and collapsed.

"Tsk, what a disappointment."

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Ming Jing walked into a clean and bright room, and the door behind him slowly closed.

Master Ku Rong was younger than she imagined. He knelt on the futon, with kind eyes and immortal style. Ding Jing felt a peaceful and peaceful power in him, which was the energy of a real monk.

Those eyes are warm and calm, like a trickling stream under the moonlit night, and there is a surging dark river under the silence.

"Junior sister really didn't see the wrong person." This was the first sentence Master Kurong said when he saw her.

Ming Jing knelt on the ground with a respectful expression: "Disciple Ming Jing has seen Master."

Master Ku Rong got up from the futon and personally helped her up, "Good boy, get up."

He looked at the girl in front of him, his eyes gradually moistening.

The world knows that eminent monks have long been detached from the world and are ruthless and loveless. However, eminent monks are human beings, not Buddhas.

"How do you know that I'm your uncle? Did your master mention me to you?" A faint hope rose from the bottom of Master Ku Rong's eyes.

Mingjing took out a rolled up sheepskin roll from his bag and put his hands in front of Master Ku Rong.

"When I was sorting out Master's relics, I found it. I think it should be handed over to its true owner."

Master Ku Rong stared blankly at the sheepskin scroll, and after a while, he stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Ming Jing took a step back slowly and gave the space to the person in front of him.

After a long time, Master Ku Rong carefully put away the sheepskin roll and pondered: "Your master..."

Ming Jing replied warmly, "Master passed away peacefully, and she has no regrets."

Master Ku Rong smiled and shook his head: "Yes, Junior Sister is such a transparent person."

Outside the door, Ming Lan said in a low voice, "Master, the Fa conference is about to start."

Master Ku Rong thought for a while and said, "Mingjing, please accompany your uncle to the dharma meeting."

Ming Jing nodded: "Disciple obeys."

Master Ku Rong opened the door and said to the bright lantern guarding the door: "Take your junior sister to change clothes first, she will participate in this dharma meeting with you."

Ming Deng was stunned for a while, and quickly nodded respectfully: "Junior sister, please come with me."

Der Spiegel followed him away.

Master Ku Rong stroked the vicissitudes of the sheepskin roll with his fingers, his eyes were half-blooming: "Junior sister, it's hard for you..."

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The Spring Festival Qingming Dharma Conference is the most grand event of the year in Xiangguo Temple. It lasts for three days. At that time, all the monks who practice Mahayana Buddhism in the surrounding area will come to participate, and some lay Buddhists and believers in their families will also come to participate. Every year On this day, Xiangguo Temple was overcrowded, and even the steps in front of the temple were full of believers.

The altar was set up on the central square of Xiangguo Temple. Under the guidance of the little novice, Bo Lianye helped Mrs. Bo to the front row. This is the position closest to the chairperson, surrounded by people she did not know. monk.

Bo Lianye hated such occasions very much, but she couldn't show it on the face, because she found several old ladies of Jingzhou big family among these laymen, which made her even more afraid to make trouble.

She was a little confused, why can a Buddhist puja invite so many heavyweights?

As for Mrs. Song, who was sitting opposite her grandmother, Bo Lianye always felt that her gaze had been falling on her, and the faint look made her very uncomfortable.

The clock and drums rang in unison, the conch shells played in unison, and the heaven and earth shook. Then, the master monks from all over the world walked to the altar under the guidance of the guard of honor. The grandmother and the surrounding believers stood together with their palms together.

"Welcome to the master..." As the heavy voice fell, under the solemn ritual, Master Ku Rong, who was wearing a cassock, came slowly.

His appearance made the scene quieter, and everyone's face was full of pious respect.

The thin lotus leaf raised her eyes secretly like a ghost, and suddenly, her expression stopped, her eyes widened in disbelief.