Traveling through the ancient times

Jiang Ruixue and Lu Mingcheng's marriage has been settled, and the wedding date is set for the beginning of next year.

Jiang Ruixue's parents planned to go to Kyoto to buy some farms and shops for Jiang Ruixue as a dowry.

It was a good opportunity for them to go back and come to Qunan with Jiang Ruixue's parents, and then everyone would go to Kyoto together to take care of each other.

Nian Dali and Luo were like frightened birds now. When they heard that Nian Chuhua was going out again, they became extremely anxious and their hearts were in their throats.

Jiang Ruixue comforted them on behalf of Nian Chuhua, "Uncle and aunt, don't worry, the bad guys have been brought to justice. We are bringing a lot of people with us, so even if we go back to Yangshan Town, my parents will come with us, so nothing will happen."

Nianchuhua took Luo's hand, held it in her palm and patted it to reassure her.

"How about your father and I go back with you?"

Chushuhua shook her head. She couldn't just stay at home for the rest of her life just because of an accident. She should go out more often to relax. Who knows, she might encounter some adventures outside!

Lu Mingcheng also persuaded, "Aunt, don't worry, Chu Hua is going back with us. We will take good care of her and will definitely send her back to you safely."

Chushulhua gave Luo a hug, and Luo was relieved. "Okay, you must take good care of yourself when you go out. Bring more guards with you. Safety first."

"Don't worry, auntie, we will."

Nianchuhua told Tianxing not to tell Lu Mingqian about their return to their hometown.

A day later, while Lu Mingqian went to the military camp to handle military affairs, Jiang Ruixue, Lu Mingcheng and others set out early in the morning to return to Pu Shi Village.

This time, everyone was worried about something and was not in the mood to travel. They hurried all the way and arrived at Yangshan Town at dusk the next day.

The group stayed in Jiang's house for one night, and early the next morning they went to the temple that Luo had taken Nianchuhua to.

Hanshan Temple!

The temple is still very popular, with people coming in an endless stream to burn incense and pray.

They parked the carriage at the foot of the mountain and walked up the long stone steps.

At the beginning of the year, I was filled with emotion. It had been six or seven years since I last climbed this stone staircase.

The stone stairs are still the same stone stairs, but in the past two or three years, Chu Hua has experienced many life-and-death moments in succession, and her state of mind has undergone a drastic change.

Less impetuous, more calm!

When he was halfway up, Lu Mingcheng was exhausted and panting. He started to complain, "Why is this stone staircase so high?"

Nianchuhua smiled faintly, remembering what her mother said at the beginning: "This is a test from the Buddha."

Jiang Ruixue laughed and joked, "Is it so easy to see the Buddha? It's good enough that I didn't make you go through 81 trials and tribulations."

Lu Mingcheng lay on the stone steps, "If you really have to go through 81 difficulties to see it, I guess the Buddha here can't even eat the ashes."

Chushulhua and Jiang Ruixue also found a clean stone step to sit down and rest. "There will always be devout believers!"

Mingyue said, "Just like us!"

Everyone smiled at each other! They came all the way back from Qunan, so they can be considered as such!

After sitting for a while, everyone recovered some strength and continued to climb.

When we arrived at Hanshan Temple, the solemn and majestic temple was shrouded in smoke, and a strong scent of sandalwood lingered at our noses.

No matter whether the people inside were dressed in gorgeous or coarse linen clothes, they all knelt before the Buddha with a pious heart and prayed for their long-cherished wishes.

Nianchuhua and a few others went to the main hall to burn a stick of incense and donated some money, then slowly walked out of the hall and searched everywhere in the temple for the little monk that Nianchuhua had met that year.

After searching the front yard in vain, the group went to the hill behind the temple to look for the missing person.

Lu Mingcheng looked around, "Could it be possible that he is no longer in this temple?"

After so many years, the appearance of the little monk has become a little blurry, and Chu Shuhua can only remember his general appearance.

Back then, Chushuhua had not had the chance to ask the monk's name before he was dragged away by Luo. Now they had no way to ask anyone, so they could only look for him one by one.

At the beginning of the year, Hua carefully observed every monk who came and went. After a few years, they all grew up, and the monk also grew a few years older, so his appearance must have changed a little.

They searched every possible place in the temple, but they never saw the monk that they had imagined in the initial painting, nor even one who looked like him.

Jiang Ruixue was a little discouraged, "Chuhua, none of them?"

Nianchuhua pursed his lips and shook his head. It was unclear whether he was still in some meditation room or had already left the temple.

"It's okay. It's fate. We should eat and drink as usual. We just need to have a clear conscience."

A few people no longer held out hope. The temple had a quiet environment, so they walked around and stopped to take in the scenery of the temple.

At this time, they came to a bamboo forest on the back mountain of the temple. There were tree-lined paths running through the forest. Few people came to the back mountain. At the beginning of the year, a few people were strolling among them. A bamboo house came into everyone's sight among the shadows.

They didn't think much about it. This was the territory of Hanshan Temple, and the bamboo house should be the place where the monk in the temple practiced meditation.

The breeze rustled the bamboo leaves, and occasionally there were a few clear bird calls.

Just as they were about to bypass the bamboo house and continue walking forward, the door of the bamboo house opened from the inside, and a monk in Zen robes stepped out and met the people outside the house.

This monk was exactly the one they were looking for when they first started painting. A few years passed, and the little monk grew up. He had a stronger sense of Zen and seemed more profound and unfathomable, with a wisdom in his eyes that could see through everything.

Nian Chuhua recognized him at a glance, her eyes sparkling with surprise, and she took a step forward excitedly.

The monk faced the painting of a group of people with their hands folded together, "Amitabha, how are you, benefactor?"

At the beginning of the year, her head was shaking like a rattle. [She was ill. She was very ill.]

When Jiang Ruixue and Lu Mingcheng saw the appearance of Nianchu Hua, they knew that this was the person they were looking for.

Jiang Ruixue stepped forward and put his hands together, "Master, we have many doubts. We have come here from afar. I wonder if you can help us solve them?"

"Amitabha, please come in, the three donors. The bamboo house is narrow, so the others can just wait outside." After the monk said this, he turned and went into the house.

Jiang Ruixue saw a pavilion not far from the bamboo house, "Mingyue, Hua Ling, take them to the pavilion to wait for us!"

"Yes, miss!"

Hua Ling glanced at Nian Chu Hua and got her approval, "Yes, Miss Rui Xue, if there is anything, please call us loudly."

"Don't worry, this is a peaceful Buddhist place, nothing will happen."

The three of them watched the maids and guards go to the pavilion, then turned and entered the bamboo house.

The scent of sandalwood was curling in the bamboo house. There was nothing else inside except a meditation table, a set of tea sets, and a few cushions.

The monk was already sitting cross-legged on a cushion behind the meditation table. Opposite him, on the ground, were three cushions, obviously prepared for them.

Seeing Nian Chuhua and the other two come in, the monk made a gesture to invite them in, and the three of them sat down one by one.

The monk poured three cups of fragrant tea and placed them in front of the three people.

At the beginning of the year, the three of them expressed their gratitude, "Thank you, Master!"