Escape after crossing

Not long after, Mingyue and Mingxi walked in one after another, each holding the items they had carefully selected and purchased.

At this time, Jiang Ziluo smiled and called out to the outside of the door: "Xuan San!" With this call, a figure quickly appeared in front of everyone.

After everyone arrived, the four of them sat around the table and started to enjoy breakfast. The table was filled with steaming, fragrant food, which made people salivate at the sight.

While they were eating and chatting, Jiang Ziluo suddenly put down his chopsticks and said, "We have to go to the Vajra Temple later. I don't think we can make it back tonight."

Her tone was calm, but her eyes revealed a subtle expectation.

"Yes, girl. We'll go pack up in a moment." Mingyue and Mingxi answered in unison.

After breakfast, we packed up and set off for the Vajra Temple. The journey was not short, but the scenery was beautiful. It was already afternoon when we arrived at the Vajra Temple. The temple was filled with incense and believers were walking around.

Originally, Jiang Ziluo had always been skeptical and distrustful of those so-called supernatural beings such as gods, Buddhas, and Guanyin Bodhisattva.

In her previous understanding, these were just a kind of spiritual sustenance in people's hearts and had no actual power or effect.

However, after experiencing the incredible event of rebirth and time travel, Jiang Ziluo's concepts began to change subtly.

Faced with such bizarre phenomena that cannot be explained by common sense, she gradually realized that there might really be some mysterious forces beyond imagination in this world.

With a half-believing, half-doubting and slightly awed mood, Jiang Ziluo decided to follow the local customs and walked into the magnificent and solemn hall.

The moment she stepped into the palace, a tranquil and solemn atmosphere came over her, making her feel solemn.

Standing in front of the Buddha statue, Jiang Ziluo lit a stick of incense respectfully, then bent down devoutly and bowed deeply several times.

She prayed silently in her heart, first praying that her family would be safe and sound, without too many twists and turns and hardships in life; at the same time, she also thought of her grandparents in her previous life, and sincerely hoped that they would be healthy, free of illness and pain, and enjoy a happy and peaceful old age.

As the smoke of incense rose, Jiang Ziluo seemed to feel a sense of spiritual comfort and peace.

Although she still couldn't be completely sure whether these gods would really protect herself and her family, at this moment, the psychological comfort brought by this sincere prayer was enough to make her feel warm and at ease.

After paying respect, she stood up respectfully, but she did not forget why she came here. She quickly scanned the surroundings with her sharp eyes and soon found a monk walking slowly not far away.

She hurried forward, bowed slightly, and asked softly, "Master, may I ask where Master Wuchan is now? I had an appointment with him before, so I came here today to visit him."

When the monk heard this, he first put his hands together and said "Amitabha", then looked up and down at the person in front of him.

After a short pause, the monk said with a puzzled look on his face: "Amitabha, Master Wuchan did tell me that a young lady would come to see him in the near future. But... looking at you, you don't look like a girl."

After hearing this, she smiled slightly and explained calmly: "Master, please don't misunderstand me. I am traveling today in disguise as a man. If you still have doubts about this, you can take me directly to see Master Wuchan. Once you meet the master himself, everything will be clear."

After saying that, she bowed to the monk again, her eyes firm and sincere.

Upon seeing this, the monk clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha", then took Jiang Ziluo to the depths of the temple.

The path was winding and secluded, and after passing through several corridors, we finally arrived in front of a meditation room. The monk knocked on the door and said loudly, "Master, the visitor has arrived."

A gentle response came from inside the house: "Come in."

Jiang Ziluo asked Mingyue and Mingxi to wait outside. She went into the meditation room and saw Master Wuchan sitting on the cushion. She bowed and said, "Master, I'm here to keep my appointment."

Master Wuchan opened his eyes and smiled: "I have been waiting for a long time."

"Young donor, please sit down." Master Wu Chan smiled, slowly raised his right hand, gently pointed to the cushion placed beside him, and spoke softly to Jiang Ziluo.

Jiang Ziluo heard this without hesitation, and moved lightly, coming to the futon in an instant. She bent slightly, and then sat down carelessly.

However, unlike ordinary women, her sitting posture seemed extremely casual, without the reserved demeanor that an ordinary girl should have.

"Young donor, are you here again for the matter from last time?" Master Wu Chan was seen sitting cross-legged steadily, his eyes slightly closed, his hands clasped in front of him, with a faint smile on his face, and asked softly.

Jiang Ziluo nodded slightly and responded, "That's right, Master, please give me some pointers."

Although her sitting posture seemed quite casual, when facing the highly respected Master Wu Chan, her awe for Buddhist etiquette did not diminish in the slightest, and her words and actions revealed just the right amount of respect and humility.

As he spoke, Jiang Ziluo reached into his arms and carefully pulled out a crystal clear jade plate.

The jade plaque was of a warm texture, with exquisite carvings on it, and faintly exuded a mysterious aura. She gently placed the jade plaque on the table in front of Master Wuchan, her movements so gentle as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

Master Wuchan, who had always had a peaceful and calm expression, suddenly had his pupils shrink slightly when his eyes fell on the jade token.

The smile that had always been on his face suddenly disappeared as if blown by a sudden cold wind, and was replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and seriousness.

"Young donor, where did you get this jade token?" Master Wu Chan stared at the jade token, his voice low and powerful, which seemed to contain an unspeakable meaning.

"This is a gift from my master." Jiang Ziluo said solemnly, while carefully stroking the warm jade plate in his hand.

When Master Wuchan heard the word "master", his tense expression seemed to relax a little, and he immediately asked, "Did he tell you what the meaning of this jade token is?"

Jiang Ziluo nodded slightly, his eyes showing respect for his master, and slowly replied: "Of course I know. When I first became a disciple, my master did not give me this jade token.

However, just as my master was about to leave my home, he suddenly handed this extremely precious jade token to me and told me earnestly that this jade token was the symbol of Baihua Valley! "

"Young donor, please put the jade token away and don't show it to anyone. If there is anything you want to know, please tell me and I will tell you everything I know." Master Wu Chan put his palms together and spoke softly to Jiang Ziluo.