The ancient martial arts master traveled through time

Ruan Xiaojiu and his companions took back their own carriage and got in it. Young Monk Ziyuan and Abbot Huikong insisted on walking, and Ruan Xiaojiu did not force them. The group slowly moved forward on the winding path.

The mountain breeze blew across his face, bringing with it the fragrance of grass and trees, which improved Ruan Xiaojiu's mood.

Xiao Zeming smiled and sat beside Ruan Xiaojiu, "Your Highness seems to be in a very happy mood today."

After asking this, Ruan Siqi and Ye Tingshen also looked over.

"Yeah, it's pretty good."

Di Jingchen's departure had some impact on her mood, but now she has gotten over it.

"The scenery here is indeed pleasant." Xiao Zeming took a deep breath and said after hearing that Ruan Xiaojiu was in a good mood.

The carriage moved forward slowly. Although the space inside was not large, it was full of harmony and tranquility.

Seeing that no one was talking, Ruan Xiaojiu talked about a rare big fish she had caught by the water the day before, and she was very lively as she danced and jumped.

Xiao Zeming cooperated and listened quietly, occasionally inserting a witty remark or two to make Ruan Xiaojiu speak more interestingly.

Ruan Siqi has a handsome face, but under the influence of the two people, the corners of his mouth slightly raised and his eyes became a little softer.

Ye Tingshen leaned against the window, the bright sunlight shining through the car window onto her, making his face even more stern.

Outside the carriage, the rhythmic sound of horse hooves sounded, as if setting the beat for the cheerful atmosphere.

The flowers and plants on the roadside swayed gently in the breeze, as if they envied the harmonious atmosphere inside the car.

The wheels rolled, raising dust all the way, but it did not affect the interest of the people in the car at all.

Ziyuan and Abbot Huikong walked briskly, their gray monk robes fluttering in the wind.

The little monk looked back from time to time to listen to the atmosphere coming from the carriage, and his mood improved a little.

Ruan Xiaojiu said he was tired and hungry, and lifted the carriage curtain. "Master Abbot, Little Monk, are you tired? Do you want to rest and eat something?"

"Thank you, benefactor, but no thanks. We'll be at Foyuan Temple in an hour. It's getting late, so we'd better arrive before dark."

Ruan Xiaojiu nodded, lowered the curtain, and retreated into the car. Several people took out the prepared food and started eating.

In one day, an ancient and solemn temple appeared before our eyes.

The vermilion door was tightly closed, its copper ring gleaming in the sunlight. The three characters "Foyuan Temple" hung high above the door lintel, exuding a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

The temple walls are covered with lush green vines, adding a touch of vitality to this ancient temple.

Young monk Ziyuan walked to the door and gently knocked on the doorknob.

After a while, the door creaked open slowly, and an old monk appeared at the door.

He clasped his hands together, looked compassionate, and nodded slightly to everyone.

"Ziyuan is back!"

When he looked up, he saw the most conspicuous old monk in the crowd, and he bowed to the old monk.

"Meet Abbot Huikong."

Huikong clasped his hands together in greeting, "Amitabha."

He looked at the man and woman following behind, but did not ask any more questions. He opened the door and let them go in.

Ziyuan returned the greeting, "Yes, uncle."

Ruan Xiaojiu and others followed the young monk Ziyuan into the temple, where they saw curling smoke in the courtyard and majestic Buddha statues.

The Main Hall is solemn and dignified. The incense burner in front of the hall is filled with incense sticks and candles. The flickering candlelight seems to be telling various stories in the temple.

Ruan Xiaojiu and his companions stepped into Foyuan Temple, where the air was filled with curling incense and the atmosphere was quiet and peaceful.

They came to the abbot's meditation room. The abbot had a kind face and gentle eyes. He nodded slightly and motioned everyone to sit down. It seemed that he was not surprised by the arrival of Ruan Xiaojiu and others.

After exchanging a few brief greetings with Ruan Xiaojiu and the others, the abbot said, "Dear donors, you have worked hard on the journey. Please rest in the temple for a while." His voice was low and calm, as if carrying a soothing power.

Ruan Xiaojiu returned the greeting, "Thank you, Abbot."

After saying that, the abbot called the young monk and told him to arrange for Ruan Xiaojiu and others to stay in the guest rooms.

Ruan Xiaojiu looked around and saw that the Zen room was decorated in a simple style. There were several Zen paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall. The tables and chairs were simple but neatly arranged.

The abbot and Master Huikong left side by side, both walking slowly and steadily.

Master Huiyuan asked softly: "Abbot Xuantong, these donors seem to have a connection with your temple. What do you think?"

The abbot frowned slightly, clasped his hands together and said, "Everyone in this world has their own destiny. That female donor is not a simple person. We just need to do our part and we will know when the time comes."

Ruan Xiaojiu and others followed the young monk to the guest room.

Along the way, Ruan Xiaojiu looked at the pavilions, flowers, plants and trees in the temple, but he was still thinking about the purpose of this trip.

We arrived at the guest room. It was not big but clean and tidy, the bed was simple, and a few rays of sunlight came in through the window.

Ruan Xiaojiu walked into the room, Ruan Siqi poured Ruan Xiaojiu a glass of water and sat down at the table.

Yetingshen looked at the scenery outside the window, but his thoughts drifted far away. Ever since he entered the temple, his spirit felt broken from time to time. He didn't know what would happen next in this Foyuan Temple.