On the first day of the White Horse Temple, the fifteenth day of the 15th day. Because the stairs at the bottom of the temple are very high and narrow, and there have been incidents in previous years, a flat road was specially opened on the back of the mountain for pilgrims who came to burn incense and worship Buddha to go up the mountain by car.

On the first day of the first day, this road was surrounded by soldiers and horses. These soldiers and generals were tall and burly, and were either radiant, either riding or standing on both sides of the bluestone road. They did not drive away when they saw pedestrians and vendors, but they looked solemn and their eyes were like hooks. They stared at the carriage slowly passing by in the middle, and did not let go of any movements next to them.

As the best private soldiers in the prefecture's office, it is rare to have such a close opportunity to defend the female family in the prefecture's office. They naturally have to be more cautious.

The carriage suddenly stopped halfway up the mountain.

The leading general also stopped immediately and asked in surprise: "Madam?!"

The curtain of the car was lifted up slightly, and two healthy women jumped out of the carriage first. They were very steady and turned their heads to protect the carriage. Then a weak woman was carefully helped out of the carriage by two maids.

The woman was wearing a veil and couldn't see her face clearly. Her hands were bumpy when she got off the carriage and held it for a moment, but it only made people see a few white fingers.

The leading general looked closely and felt that his fingers were as white as transparent, slender and transparent, making it impossible for people to see the truth.

Looking at the flowers in the fog is so beautiful that it makes people feel rippling.

The first beauty in Kyoto, the eldest daughter of the prime minister, and the legitimate wife of the prefect. These fearsome shells seem to make him tremble again. Who would have thought of those in such a sudden spring scenery?

Suddenly, he suddenly felt a chill on his back and felt like he fell into a cold pond.

I saw a young girl in the carriage with a violent look on her eyes, and I didn't know how long she had been looking at him.

The little girl was wearing a light red dress, with two playful butterflies embroidered on the hem of the skirt, hiding a pair of little golden lotus; she was combed on her head and tied with a ribbon of the same color as the skirt. Judging from her size of about ten years old, Yuxue should be cute, but now it makes people feel trembling.

He had seen it from afar that he was the only descendant of the master's family, Ji Wan, the only descendant of Lord Ji Quan.

The general's knees softened and he knelt on the ground with a loud bang: "Girl, please spare my life!"

But the little girl didn't look at him anymore and stretched out her hand to the woman with a smile: "Mother".

【The plot transmission of derivative world has been completed】

This is the second world that Ji Wan entered.

The male lead is destined to be the fate, and the female lead Xue Ni.

The original work takes the perspective of the world as a description, and describes the passionate love between a man and a woman.

This world is divided into four major branches: Zhongzong, Buddhism, Taoism, and the Divine Cult.

The male protagonist was abandoned in the temple since he was a child and grew up next to the abbot in the temple. He was quite knowledgeable about Buddhist principles at a young age and entered Buddhism. The male protagonist went to Luoyang Baima Temple to study at the age of fifteen, and accidentally saved Xue Ni, the saint of the divine religion while living in Baima Temple.

Xue Ni was at the age of falling in love, and she took a fancy to this old-fashioned monk at a glance. The divine sect she was in was called the Demon Cult according to the right martial arts. The Demon Cult in this derivative world was indeed bloody and brutal, with no moral bottom line. Xue Ni had never received such education since she was a child.

What Xue Ni wants is to get by any means. She is really beautiful. In the original work, she is a woman who can confuse people's minds with every word and action, every quiet and every movement, and her mind is superb. No one in her generation can defeat her sharpness. She plans to let the monk break the precepts step by step and make him fall in love with her. The original work is described from the perspective of the heroine, and this process is particularly interesting and enough to make the viewer excited.

The whole story took a long fifteen years, and the monk finally compromised.

Outside the original work, Monk Leyuan was trapped in emotions, his beliefs collapsed, and he could not bear to see the Demon Sect act cruelly and suffer all day long.

Finally, in an action by the Demon Cult against ordinary people, he threatened Xue Ni with his life, but was accidentally killed by the Demon Cultists. He was not righteous until his death, and he was not forgiven by his master, and he would not have a good ending.

Ji Wan's identity this time is the only daughter of the prefect of Luoyang. She is based in the court and has nothing to do with the world. Today, she and her mother went to Baima Temple to burn incense and pray for the prefect Ji Quan.

She will meet the male lead today.

***

Because the prefect's wife insisted on walking to White Horse Temple to show her sincerity to the Bodhisattva, when she arrived at White Horse Temple, the women with her were all panting. The prefect's wife even took a break for a while before she could barely speak.

"I'm here to ask the abbot."

To show respect, the woman has removed her hat. She has the posture of sinking fish and falling geese, and is ashamed of the moon and ashamed of flowers. She is really attractive.

The little novice monk who was guarding the gate was stunned and said to Ji Wan: "Hey! Little monk, what are you looking at? Why don't you go and report it?"

The child's voice was sharp and thin, disturbing the quietness. Many eyes in the temple were staring at him, and the little girl's face turned even worse.

The eyes looked over and scared the little novice monk so much that he quickly sent the message in. He forgot to take the message, but the healthy woman forced her into his arms.

The little novice monk looked down and saw a few words vaguely on it:

---Luoyang prefect Jiquan.

The current Luoyang prefect Ji Quan was born in a rural family and was able to see the holy face because of his fame. This person was born in a grand and romantic life. He married the eldest daughter of the prime minister who was powerful at the time. Later, he served as the prefect of Luoyang. He has been entrenched here for ten years.

Soon, the abbot carefully led the group into the wing room to rest.

After a little washing, the woman held her back and then lit her head and taught her a lesson: "Ji Wan, you are becoming more and more rampant now. How did I tell you at home? I should put away my spoiled temperament in the temple and not disturb the Bodhisattva's purity..."

The servants of the prefect's mansion knew that this young lady could not listen to the Sanskrit sound the most, nor did she like to see monks and Taoists, let alone come to the monk temple.

I feel upset when I look at it!

That was the original owner's personality, and there were familiar people around him, so Ji Wan could not show any flaws. She listened to the accusations of her original mother, and she did not feel any grievance on her face. She stepped forward and hugged the woman's arm with attachment: "Mother, my daughter knows that she is wrong."

Gu knew his only daughter, and this girl admitted her mistakes very quickly and never repents. However, she has been married for twelve years, and except for the first two years when she gave birth to Ji Wan, the golden baby, Gu has nothing to do. Therefore, it is inevitable that she is a little indulgent and spoiled. She never gets too much into these trivial matters, and she can't last long after she looks up.

"You should be careful and be careful in your words and actions, and don't cause trouble to leave your mother with shamelessness here."

Ji Wan responded. She turned to see that the maids and servants in the yard took off the luggage packs on the car and arranged the arrangements in an orderly manner into the wing room.

The eldest maid Chunyu ran in from outside the yard in a trembling voice: "Miss, the eldest son is here, please come out quickly!"

The lady mentioned by the maid was not Ji Wan, but Gu. Ji Wan felt that her mother's body became soft in an instant. If she hadn't supported her, she would have been unable to stand firmly.

The luggage was not packed, and a lot was piled up in the yard. Although it had just been cleaned out in the morning, many leaves were now falling, and so many panicked servants surrounded the yard.

The monk was wearing a white cassock, handsome and handsome, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. He walked over step by step, avoiding the scattered luggage items, as if in front of the solemn Bodhisattva, every step was full of the secrets of the scriptures.

"Brother!"

The monk's expression remained unchanged, and he steadily supported Gu Wanwan. When she stood firm, he let go and took a step back.

He clasped his hands together, be kind-hearted, and said to his legitimate sister who had not seen him for many years:

"Amitabha!"

Gu burst into tears and said nothing.

In the memory of the original body, her mother only shed tears twice, once when she was here, facing the monk wearing a cassock; and once when the news of her grandfather's death came from Kyoto.

The prime minister passed away two years ago. His original body was not familiar with his grandfather's family. He only knew from his mother that her grandfather, the Prime Minister Gu Zhao, had never taken a concubine for life because of his marriage to the princess. Gu Wanwan had two brothers and one sister, both of whom were born.

The eldest brother Gu Zhiqing was appointed as the Minister of the Secretariat. He was furious and angry at the time and fell all over the capital. Now he is wrapped in a cassock and has many bald heads and scars.

Ji Wan sighed angrily and pulled the maid beside her who was still dazed: "Let me go out to play!"

These maids were all dowry from Gu that year, and Xia Nuan was the most steady. She hurriedly picked up Ji Wan and walked out from behind: "Looking at me, I'm busy, and I'll take the girl to the temple, it's fun."

Ji Wan is still small and is held in her arms. She can see tears constantly overflowing from the maid's eyes.

"Don't cry!"

Ji Wan took out a veil from her arms and wiped Xia Nuan's tears. But the maid's tears seemed to be unable to wipe them all, and she kept flowing out.

***

Now that summer just passed, the sun outside was not too hot. The trees in the temple were lush and the scenery was changing. The two were not familiar with the roads in the temple. At this time, it was the morning class time for the monks, and there was no one asking for directions. After walking around for a long time, they had already left the temple.

Because he was anxious to come out, he did not bring tea. Xia Nuan remembered that there was a tea stall far away, with a pine tree in a room, and was built with a shed. Because he occasionally offered tea and water for his family members to sell tea and change water, or because he was opened at the entrance of Baima Temple, such a small place was surprisingly elegant. The soldiers and generals escorted them to guard Ji Wan, leaving two little girls, and took two soldiers and generals to buy some tea.

It took Xia Nuan a long time before she came back, and there was still a smile on her lips.

"I just encountered a strange thing," she said, disliked the bad tea leaves and was afraid of being unable to drink them. Xia Nuan gave Ji Wan a sip of white water. She said, "As soon as I arrived at the shop, I saw a single young man walking in, full of Buddhist verses, tattered clothes and stubborn hair. He should be a young monk who had no time to shave his head. As soon as he entered the shop, he asked people about the White Horse Temple, and his accent didn't look local.

There was a beggar at the door who was also bullying his life, and he joked and said, "Did the little master go to White Horse Temple to be a monk?"

The boy nodded and asked him: 'Of course, how far is the White Horse Temple?'

The beggar said again: "I'm still six days away! I was devoted to the Buddha, but I begged and looked down upon me, so I lied to me that Baima Temple was not far away. I had eaten the dry food here, and now I'm hungry. So my boss rewarded me with a sip of water to avoid starving to death. This shows that there is a prejudice in the Buddha's eyes. When I see me, I'd better wait for a break and go back quickly. If I want to talk about Baima Temple, I will never dare to go there."

The young man didn't say a word, took off the bag from behind and opened it, and saw a pot of water, two cakes, and two steamed buns inside.

‘This donor, these dooms can support you for five or six days. Please take them away.’

The beggar rose in surprise: ‘What about you?’

The young man replied: "Amitabha, I have a Buddha in my heart. I just want to enter the temple after begging for alms. The donor needs to go to Baima Temple to see the Buddha, which shows that the donor needs these more than me."

The beggar blushed with shame, and dared not accept it, and finally left in shame."

Xia Nuan is still smiling.

Ji Wan: "Your boy you mentioned, are there two big holes in front of the monk's robes? Although they are clean and clean, they are very depressed. He is carrying a blue cloth bag on his back, and now it seems that he has nothing to put on; his hair is still short and cannot be tied up; his straw sandals on his feet are worn out, and his whole body does not seem to be celebrating Buddha in front of a Bodhisattva, but it seems to be coming to beg in a big temple."

Xia Nuan looked over her little lady's gaze a little stiffly, and saw a gray boy standing not far away, all of which were heard in his ears.

I don’t know if it’s embarrassing or shy, but my face was filled with red in an instant.

Ji Wan raised her eyelids, and the little girl turned her airs down and said slowly: "Aunt, you forgot to say it----This little monk is so handsome!"

The soldiers and generals around him burst into laughter.
Chapter completed!