萌白酱金丝旗袍在线

Chapter 331: 151 Vajra (Part 1)

Everyone was busy taking pictures and memorabilia, as Jing Feng introduced the ancient tree’s origin: “This acacia tree has a history of over three hundred years and was planted by Grandmaster Yan Wen himself. Acacia symbolizes reconciliation, harmony, and happiness for the whole family; in its absence, the lovesick tree serves as a symbol of eternal love, conjugal bliss, and marital harmony. If anyone has a wish or desires a romantic connection, you can write it on a blessing strip with sincerity and tie it to the trunk of the tree. The ancient tree is said to be spiritual, and if you wholeheartedly wish for good, with sincere prayers, you will obtain benevolence.”

Jing Zhen distributed a stack of blessing strips to everyone, and standing before the ancient tree, the scent of sandalwood wafted in the air, while the sound of wooden fish resonated in the distance. Bathed in the morning bell and evening drum, the restless heart of the mortal world seemed to calm down in an instant.

Qu Feitai glanced at Ming Jing, gripping the red silk in his hand tightly.

“Senior Sister.” Jing Zhen looked up at Ming Jing and handed her a blessing strip.

Ming Jing shook her head with a smile: “I don’t need it.”

Free from worldly concerns, she sought nothing else.

Jing Zhen followed her gaze to see people either deep in thought or full of anticipation, some wishing for a suitable husband, others praying for their parents’ well-being.

In the vast world, a kaleidoscope of diverse faces and personalities could be observed.

Jing Zhen nodded, “I understand, Senior Sister.”

Ye Zhen happily wrote on the blessing strip and looked up to see Ming Jing standing calmly in the distance, curiously asking, “Do you have nothing to ask

How could anyone live without desires?

“At the very least, ask for a loving husband, right? To live as a couple forever, how wonderful,” Ye Zhen said while subconsciously glancing at Qu Feitai not far away. Qu Feitai looked at the silk strip in his hand and then at Ming Jing, his intentions clear.

This naive young man, who had fallen for Ming Jing, was destined to be hurt by love.

“To live as a couple forever?” Ming Jing murmured before letting out a gentle laugh, her smile as ethereal as mist.

At this moment, Jing Yun approached, causing the ladies nearby to gather and murmur excitedly, the crowd stirring restlessly.

“Qu Feitai is already tall enough, and he’s even as tall as him… Wearing a monk’s robe really suits him..

“Is he going to find Ming Jing? So even monks care about appearances, huh?”

Ye Zhen was rendered speechless listening to the infatuated voices around her.

Although this monk was indeed quite handsome, and there was an air of nobility about him, like a prince.

“Ming Jing Junior Sister, Master wishes to see you,” said Jing Yun with a smile.

When he smiled, his eyes appeared even narrower, with the corners turned up slightly, revealing his peach blossom eyes. However, his gaze was clear and compassionate, always greeting others with a slight smile.

Ming Jing nodded and followed him as they departed.

As soon as the two left, the crowd started buzzing with excitement.

“Isn’t Master Jue Ming, Jing Yun’s master? Why does Master Jue Ming want to see Ming Jing?

“Do you know how many officials and high-ranking individuals have been turned away from Master Jue Ming’s door? What charm does this Ming Jing possess that even Master Jue Ming’s disciple personally invited her?”

“Does Ming Jing have some background? We didn’t do anything to offend her, right?”

Xiao Wenwen frowned and said nothing, unable to comprehend why these mere monks demanded such high esteem. Qu Feitai furrowed his brow unconsciously, murmuring, “Ming Jing….” For some reason, he felt uneasy as she left.

With their footsteps unwavering, Ming Jing followed Jing Yun around the Hall of the Heavenly Kings and disappeared from sight.

As they rounded the corner, the view opened up to reveal the grand square of the Mahavira Hall, its magnificent golden roof illuminating under the sun at a distance of a hundred meters. On the right side of the square were the Three

Saints Hall, the Jijang Hall, and the Kalan Hall, while on the left side were the

Western Three Saints Hall and the Patriarch Hall. It was clear that the Hanshan Temple was immense and thriving, truly deserving of its title as the number one ancient monastery in the southern region.

The Luohan Halls guarded the Mahavira Hall and Bodhisattva Hall on both sides, with the Sutra Hall, Dharma Hall, and meditation rooms located behind the Mahavira Hall. The Sutra Palace was situated behind the three halls, serving as a venue for sermons and scripture storage within the monastery.

Meanwhile, the monks’ quarters, tea rooms, guest halls, and dining halls were distributed on both sides of the central axis, providing daily respite for monks. The abbot’s chamber was located in the northwest corner, adjacent to the storeroom.

Ming Jing heard the distant sound of chanting from the meditation hall, the soothing sound seemingly suspended between the heavens and the earth.

“Master, the guest has arrived,” Jing Yun announced outside the door.

Ming Jing heard a deep, sonorous voice coming from the meditation room,

“Please, come in.”

Jing Yun opened the door, as Ming Jing stared at the hanging portrait of Master Yan Wen in the room, casually brushing the hem of her skirt and calmly walking in..