Diji Cultivation Manual

As the national temple of Nanliang, the Huguo Temple is naturally majestic and imposing.

Most people in Nanliang believed in Buddhism. If it hadn't been for the early cleaning of the road today, there would have been an endless stream of pedestrians coming and going at the gate of Huguo Temple.

As soon as the chariot stopped, Nan Qiao couldn't wait to jump down, and ran to Liu Chunian's car and complained: "Father shouldn't be cleared. There are no people today, so what's the point of coming?"

Liu Chunian slightly raised the hem of her skirt, and was about to get off the car holding Jing Huai's hand.Hearing her complaints, he tilted his head and said with a smile: "You came to worship the Buddha and offer incense, not to see people. How old are you, and you still mess around like this."

Nan Qiao didn't take it seriously when she received such a non-painful reprimand: "I'm just here to see people, so it's better if it's lively."

"If you want to be lively, you should go to a temple fair. Since you are here to worship the Buddha and offer incense, you should behave yourself." Liu Chunian frowned slightly, and gave her a sideways look. Opinions are not forcing you to forcibly change them. But Diji, you have to understand what to do in any situation."

Only then did Nanqiao belatedly notice that she was a little annoyed, and she stopped being talkative, hanging her head and playing around her belt.

After hearing her words, Jing Huai also thought that Liu Chunian was really angry.

But when she secretly took a look at Liu Chunian, she realized that she was only pretending to be angry, but she didn't care about it at all. Then she realized that she was taking the opportunity to hit Nan Qiao.

If it were someone else, Nan Qiao Diji might not be able to listen even if she was furious, but now she was taught to be honest by her eyes.

Jinghuai couldn't help but sighed, "One thing falls one thing."

Liu Chunian stroked his sleeves as if nothing had happened: "Let's go."

Nan Qiao was relieved, and walked towards the mountain gate with a group of maids in an orderly manner.

Because of Emperor Liang's decree, Huguo Temple has already prepared all the necessary matters, and led Nanqiao Diji to worship Buddha step by step.

If it was in the past, it would be impossible for Nan Qiao to kneel down and worship the incense so politely.But every time she felt itchy in her heart and wanted to do something out of the ordinary, she would think of Liu Chunian's sideways glance at her just now with a half-smile, and she had to honestly dismiss those small plans in her heart.

After kneeling and worshiping, she got up and walked slowly to the incense burner, recalling the etiquette taught by the first female teacher—the first incense was inserted in the center, and she silently recited "Offer to the Three Worlds and Three Treasures of the Ten Directions"; A stick of incense is placed on the right side, and the silent recitation "offer to parents and teachers of all previous lives" is placed; the third stick of incense is placed on the right side, and the silent recitation "offer to all living beings in the ten dharma realms" is silently recited.Finally, she stood in front of the Buddha statue and put her hands together, and said softly: "I beg for great mercy, and give happiness to all living beings."

After this set of etiquette was performed completely, Nan Qiao Diji, who had never been so serious before, felt uncomfortable all over.

She stood aside, silently watching Liu Chunian bow down.

Liu Chunian's expression was calm, but it made people feel very pious, as if he was sincerely praying to the Buddha for something.

Looking at her expression, Nan Qiao felt that her heart, which had always been escaped and could not be influenced by the Buddha, calmed down inexplicably, and felt a kind of unreasonable peace of mind.

After Liu Chunian knelt down and bowed, he walked towards the incense burner with the incense in his hand, but was suddenly stunned for a moment, as if he didn't know what to say.

Then she showed a smile on the corner of her mouth, and silently inserted three sticks of incense into the incense burner.

Nan Qiao looked at her in surprise, she didn't expect her to be so "perfunctory" in the last step, and her last touch of bitter smile also made Nan Qiao puzzled.

"Master, do you believe in Buddhism?"

After leaving the main hall, everyone came to the back garden of the temple, and Nan Qiao finally asked this question.

Liu Chunian looked up and found that no one was paying attention, so he whispered, "I don't believe it."

She calmly said such an almost deviant answer, Nan Qiao almost suspected that she had heard it wrong, because Liu Chunian's expression when he knelt down was too pious.

Nan Qiao didn't react for a while, and stammered: "But, but..."

Liu Chunian sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, lowered his head and stroked his sleeves, and replied flatly: "Whether I believe in Buddhism or not, it doesn't affect whether I can worship Buddha devoutly."

"As an emperor, you can't believe in Buddha, that's useless." Liu Chunian looked at the embroidered patterns on his sleeves, and sighed, "It's said that Buddha saves sentient beings, but that's false. That's because you control people's hearts If you believe it sincerely, who will rescue you? Who will rescue your people?"

There are so many female gentlemen, no one has ever dared to teach Nan Qiao like this and tell her this "rebellious" remark.

It can be said that what Emperor Liang invited earlier was nothing more than an ordinary female gentleman who taught Nan Qiao poetry etiquette.

Only Liu Chunian can be called the real "Emperor Master".

If it were someone else, she might have kicked Liu Chunian out long ago, but after all, Nan Qiao was just naive rather than stupid. She thought about Liu Chunian's words in her heart for a long time, and could not deny its authenticity.

Nan Qiao looked at Liu Chunian, who was calm and calm, and seemed to suddenly think of something: "Master, why did you froze for a moment in front of the Buddha at the end?"

Only then did Liu Chunian lazily raise his eyes to look at her, and replied with some amusement: "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly don't know what to pray for. You pray for the people of Liang Guo and the people of the world, but I don't ask for anything." .”

"Why do you ask for nothing?" Nan Qiao wanted to ask clearly, "Even if you don't care about others, don't you pray for yourself?"

"If I have something to ask, then I would have done it myself." Liu Chunian narrowed his eyes slightly, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "If I have nothing to do, what's the use of asking for Buddha?"

Her expression was still as indifferent as ever, as if she was talking about the good weather today and the beautiful scenery here. Only Nan Qiao knew what crazy words she was talking about.

Nan Qiao was completely convinced by her, and was speechless for a while.

Nan Qiao Diji, who had always been heartless, began to think, what kind of environment can raise a person like her own master?

Liu Chunian grasped the measure, felt that today's task of teaching apprentices had been completed, so he stopped making insinuations.

The two chatted about ordinary things without saying a word, and then watched around in the back garden of Huguo Temple.

After all, Nan Qiao still prefers lively places. Today the temple is too quiet, and she also finds it boring.

After the fast meal, Jing Huai was urged to go back to the palace.

Holding a teacup in his hand, Liu Chunian looked thoughtfully at the little novice who was packing up the utensils, and suddenly said, "Little master, it was said in Buddhist scriptures that 'relics are the emptiness of all Buddhas', why?"

The little novice didn't expect her to ask this question, she was at a loss for a long time, then lowered her head and said, "I'm really ashamed... I'm a newcomer to the temple, I've been helping in the back kitchen, and I haven't studied Buddhist scriptures before." .”

Liu Chunian raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "It's okay."

The little monk heaved a sigh of relief, packed up the dishes and left in a hurry.

Nan Qiao looked at her with some doubts: "Master, don't you know? This is from the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra", and the second half of the sentence is the answer——Sarira is the empty appearance of all Buddhas. It is neither born nor destroyed, Neither dirt nor clean, neither increase nor decrease.”

"Of course I know." Liu Chunian put the teacup on the table, there was a slight knocking sound, and she looked out the door meaningfully, "This is not some rare Buddhist scripture, how could you not know?"

Nan Qiao instinctively felt that she meant something else, but she didn't know what it meant.

Just when he was wondering, Jinghuai came in with a maid.

The maid was dressed exactly like Nan Qiao, and when she raised her head, she even looked somewhat similar to Nan Qiao.

Nan Qiao finally realized that something was wrong, and looked at Jing Huai: "What's going on?"

Jing Huai pursed her lips, but stopped talking.

Liu Chunian coughed twice, and answered her doubts succinctly: "In short, your father wants to use this incense to concoct a big fish with evil intentions."

Nan Qiao's eyes widened, a little at a loss: "What do you mean?"

"My little Empress, why are you so stupid." Liu Chunian sighed, a little helpless, "When this matter is over, I really have to teach you from beginning to end."

Jing Huai avoided Nan Qiao's sight and said in a low voice: "Miss Liu, I have already brought this maid, let her wear the cloak of Di Ji and leave with us. The guards are here to pick you up."

"How can I put you in danger..."

Before Nan Qiao finished speaking, Liu Chunian interrupted her.

"Things have changed, Diji can't stay in Huguo Temple." Liu Chunian rubbed his cuffs with his fingers, and explained in a low voice, "I saw something wrong with that little novice just now, I'm afraid there are traitors in Huguo Temple."

After finishing speaking, she leaned on the back of the chair, sneered with some sarcasm: "I still trust your Emperor too much, I really thought he could make this matter foolproof."

After hearing what she said, Jinghuai didn't care to pursue the disrespect in her words, and asked urgently: "Then what should we do?"

"What should I do?" Liu Chunian finally let go of the sleeves that had been ravaged for a long time, and replied indifferently, "Either everyone waits here, and when Emperor Liang finds that something is wrong, he will naturally send guards to greet him." ...or take the risk and take a gamble."

Naturally, Jing Huai was absolutely unwilling to let Nan Qiao take risks, so Dang even decided to take the first suggestion she mentioned.

Nan Qiao hadn't realized what was going on, but she also realized the urgency of the situation. For the first time, she began to hate herself for being so ignorant and incompetent that she couldn't help at all.

Liu Chunian closed his eyes tiredly, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, feeling that something was still wrong, but he couldn't tell.