(Jiang Wanru suppressed her curiosity and didn't look back, she quickly pulled down the auspicious words, indicating that she should follow the flow of people to move forward. The Buddha enshrined in the main hall had already made her feel that Guangming Temple was not ordinary. The famous temple deep in the mountains and the heavy killing aura of the Buddha were like secrets hidden for eternity, which could not be casually awakened. The crowd from the Wang Fu followed closely behind the monk, who walked upright without looking back.)

  Jiang Wanru and Jiyu walked through the bright temple's palace, and as they went further, the people in front of them gradually separated into two lines, with men and women forming separate queues. The people following behind naturally joined their respective lines, and Jiang Wanru and Jiyu also fell into line. As they moved forward one by one, a whispering voice came from behind: "Sister, what are we doing here?" Immediately, a soft 'shh' sound was heard, and the whispering voice disappeared.

  Jiang Wanting pushed Ji Yan in front of her, and when she turned around to look back, she lightly shook her head at him. They had just turned a corner when they saw monks distributing vegetarian meals. Jiang Wanting had already seen the prince and his wife carrying dishes into a large hall, followed by others also carrying food. When it was her turn, she bowed to the monk, took a shallow yellow rice bowl and two portions of vegetarian dishes, and gestured for Ji Yan to follow the crowd's direction.

  The crowd gradually dispersed, and the sky began to drizzle again. Jiang Wanru saw that under many trees outside the temple, there were already many people squatting down to eat. She and Ji Yan continued walking forward in the rain, until they came to a large tree with broad leaves. They looked at each other and saw that the shade was clean and unoccupied. The two of them quickly walked over, looking down at the exposed roots of the tree. Jiang Wanru naturally sat down, and Ji Yan let out a soft sigh as he followed her. The people behind them saw Jiang Wanru under the tree and scattered to look elsewhere.

  Jiang Wanru and Jiyu finished their meal, carefully placing the utensils on the ground in front of them. The two now had the leisure to gaze at the rain outside the trees, the dense foliage blocking all the raindrops, making everyone under the tree look refreshed. Jiang Wanru glanced at the people under the nearby trees, then looked up at the leaves on the tree. Jiyu stood up and stretched out her hand to pluck a leaf. Jiang Wanru quickly stood up and reached out to intercept her, saying in a soft voice: "Jiyu, every flower, leaf, and blade of grass in Guangming Temple is not to be picked."

  She withdrew her words. Looking around at the people, she said in a soft voice: "Fortunately, Miss reminded me. Even speaking loudly here is not dared. Always feel that it will disturb those who cannot be disturbed." The solemnity and sanctity of Guangming Temple are inviolable. Just by looking at the expressions of the people from the Wang Mansion, one can understand three points. The people in the Wang Mansion have always been good at doing things according to the situation, but now they are all speaking softly and acting cautiously, obviously showing extraordinary respect for the people and things here.

  The rain outside drifted down, and the fine misty rain was once Jiang Wan's favorite in her past life. This life, she came to worship Buddha for the first time. But Buddha could only be looked up at, not approached closely. A monk came over to collect the dishes, Jiang Wan stood up and paid homage to Buddha, asking: "Master, I want to get close to Buddha, where can I enter?" The monk bent down to take the empty dishes, straightened his body and looked at Jiang Wan, saying: "Buddha is in your heart, you can enter anywhere. As long as it's an open temple door, you can enter and feel the universal illumination of Buddha." Jiang Wan bowed to him again.

  The fine rain continued to fall, and the people under the tree had already come out. Jiang Wanru walked out from under the tree shade, amidst Jiyan's disapproving gaze. She walked into the rain and said to Jiyan who followed her: "Accompany me to worship Buddha." Jiang Wanru and Jiyan passed by many palace gates, they just stood at the side door of the temple, bowed slightly and then turned away. Along the way, there were monks coming and going, their faces calm and serene. Jiyan always felt that Jiang Wanru was searching for the Buddha she wanted in her heart. She followed her to one palace after another, until they reached the most remote palace gate of Guangming Temple.

  Jiang Wanru's hair was slightly damp, and in front of her was the last palace of Guangming Temple where Buddha was enshrined. She had seen so many Buddhas, but none of them could stop her footsteps, which was probably what people meant by having no affinity with Buddhism. Jixian followed Jiang Wanru to a stop, seeing the struggling expression in her eyes, and after a long while, saw her quicken her pace, as if she were about to rush forward directly. Jiang Wanru rushed into the side door of the palace, and at first glance, she saw a monk in plain clothes sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed at a desk, on which paper, ink, brush, and inkstone were neatly arranged.

  Jiang Wanmu couldn't hide the unusual look in her eyes, and she and Jiyi walked quietly without making a sound, not wanting to wake up the sitting monk. Jiang Wanmu looked at the monk's peaceful expression, and her own expression became calm as well. She walked to the cushion in front of the Buddha statue, knelt down, and raised her eyes to look at the Buddha seat. The dark golden Buddha pedestal was dignified, with the Buddha sitting upright, shining brightly with a warm golden light. Jiang Wanmu looked at the big belly, then at the smiling face with kind eyebrows, and she heavily knocked her head on the ground three times, lifting up her tear-stained face afterwards.

  Jiang Wanmu saw the Buddha's smile in the tears, and in her previous life, she accompanied her devout grandparents to the Buddhist temple, where she often caught glimpses of this Buddha. As a non-believer, she would always send her grandparents off at the temple entrance before running off to play elsewhere. That year, around Chinese New Year's Day, after her parents' divorce, her grandparents asked her to accompany them to burn incense. After leaving the temple, her grandfather held her hand and had her read that famous couplet known throughout the land. She smiled as she finished reading it, and her grandfather looked at her and said: "Little Lazy, you must remember these two sentences - there's nothing too big in this world, and with time, no matter how difficult things are, they will pass."

  Ji Yan had never seen Jiang Wanru cry before, but now she stared at the person who was lying on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. Jiang Wanru had been reunited with her ancestors, but years had passed and her youthful beauty had faded. How could her loved ones from her past life accept her sudden departure? The elderly ancestors, with their white hair and aged faces, were heartbroken because of her unfilial behavior. Jiang Wanru's usual calm demeanor had turned into sorrowful tears. The monk opened his eyes and looked at the woman who was crying painfully under the Buddha.

  Ji Yanmu stood by, silently shedding tears. When Jiang Wanyu looked up again, she saw the Buddha's still benevolent smile and turned to see the monk's peaceful gaze. She got up and walked in front of the monk, made a Buddhist greeting, and asked: "Can I use the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in front of you to write a few words?" The monk nodded and stood up to help pour water and grind ink. Jiang Wanyu opened the long scroll, stood at the desk, picked up the brush, and as she wrote the first word, tears couldn't help but fall down. She stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears and continued writing.

  The monk followed her brushstrokes, his eyes gradually widening in surprise. By the time Jiang Wanru changed papers, he had already voluntarily set aside the finished long scroll paper and continued to carefully grind ink. After finishing writing the second long scroll paper, Jiang Wanru's eyes cleared up, and the tears in her eyes had been retracted. She put down her pen. As she looked at the first draft of the dry ink marks, she reached out to take the paper when the monk bowed to her and said: "Thank you for giving me this brushwork."

  Jiang Wanmu listened to his words, withdrew her outstretched hand, and bowed back to him, saying: "I had already promised someone else a long time ago, and there are still five years left. I cannot leave any written records outside. It's just a kind of fate, the first time I wrote in front of my master, I think Buddhism and secularism have some differences. Even if that person finds out later, they can understand this fate. Please, Master, promise me that you will only mention the person who writes to others five years from now. If not, I will destroy these characters, and five years later, I will rewrite them and ask someone to bring them again."

  The monk glanced at Jiang Wanyu and said in a soft voice, "A big belly can hold things that the world cannot tolerate, and when one opens their mouth, they laugh at people who are laughable. This couplet is too fitting. Donor, I believe you will bring the same words five years later, but when you write them, you may not have today's mood. I won't promise you to tell different people, but I promise to only tell two or three people, and also ask them to promise you that they won't spread it around, and wait until five years later to mention the person who wrote the words." He glanced at Jiang Wanyu again, hesitating, and said: "Such a good sentence, such good brushwork. I must explain the origin of this couplet to the master above and the abbot. The Buddhist door does not speak falsely."

  Jiang Wanmu looked up at the Buddha's compassionate smile and nodded lightly, saying: "This sentence was something I happened to hear, today I got to see the Buddha, feeling close to nature, couldn't help but write it down. I believe that Master will agree with what I have written, and only those who are destined to read it will pick up their pens. As for myself, I hope that in five years, the temple will still not speak or write about outsiders. A humble woman like me has no great talent, this life is just a wish to live peacefully and freely, hoping that Masters can fulfill my small wish." The monk solemnly bowed and said: "I have taken note of the donor's words."

  Jiang Wanmu walked to the Buddha's seat, knelt down again, and looked up at the smiling Buddha with tears shining in her eyes. She stood up, pulled over Jiyuan who was standing aside, and rushed out without daring to look back. The monk had already picked up the paper and happily held it as he ran out from behind them, turning around the corner and running far away. Jiyuan looked at Jiang Wanmu who was still crying, heard the sound of footsteps coming from afar, and pulled Jiang Wanmu behind a big tree with her hand. Jiyuan took out a clean handkerchief from her bosom, wet it with rainwater under the shade of the tree, and handed it to Jiang Wanmu saying: "Miss, quickly wipe your face clean, it sounds like someone is coming this way."

  Jiang Wanru also heard the footsteps at this time, she took over Jiyuan's handkerchief and buried her face in the wet handkerchief, carefully wiping away the tears on her face. She looked up at Jiyuan and said: "After crying, I feel much more comfortable in my heart. Jiyuan, from now on, when you want to cry, I won't stop you." Jiyuan gazed at her red eyes, hearing someone whispering softly: "Wanru." Jiyuan's hand tensed up and grasped Jiang Wanru tightly, the two of them listened carefully, it was Lianhao's voice.

  Jiang Wanru gently patted down Jiyin's hand, and the two walked out from behind the tree. Jiang Wanru turned her head back to see Lianhao, who had heard the noise and was running towards them with a sweaty face. He scolded in a low voice, "The Guangming Temple is not a place for you to run around wildly. I've been looking for you for several rounds. Hurry up and follow me." After he finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Wanru's eyes, which were clearly red from crying, and was surprised to see that Jiyin also had the same post-crying appearance.

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