Daiyu from the Red Mansion is also arguing with people today

Longhua Temple is located outside the city, not far from the canal where they came from. It is quite lively outside the temple, with many pilgrims coming and going, and many vendors selling incense.

Jia Yucun did not rush to recite the sutras like Daiyu and the others. Daiyu arranged two servants to serve him, but did not ask him to go with her.

They stopped outside the temple gate and were immediately surrounded by a group of vendors and Taoists.

"Girl, look at those Taoists reading people's faces in front of the Buddhist temple. Don't you think it's ridiculous?" Luluo helped Daiyu get out of the car and whispered in her ear.

Daiyu squeezed her hand calmly and walked towards Longhua Temple with a pious look on her face.

She had sent someone to deliver the letter yesterday. Although she did not mention her identity, the specifications of the eternal lamp she requested still attracted the attention of the temple.

A monk in charge came out and took everyone to a small courtyard at the back which was specially used for female members to rest.

"Master steward, in addition to lighting the eternal lamp and copying scriptures for my late mother, I have heard that Master Faxian brought back many Buddhist scriptures from India. I would like to personally select one and copy it to show my sincerity." Daiyu bowed solemnly to the steward monk.

"This..." The monk in charge was a little troubled, because pilgrims often made similar requests, and some even wanted to borrow the scriptures back.

But everyone knows that once it is loaned out, it is like throwing meat buns at a dog, it can never be returned!

"Master, don't be embarrassed. I just want to show my sincerity. I can copy and read the scriptures in the Sutra Library, but I will never take them out." Daiyu promised like this. In fact, she just wanted to enter the Sutra Library to collect those scriptures. She thought she would definitely get a lot of points.

"I cannot make the decision on such an important matter. I have to ask the abbot for instructions." The monk in charge bowed.

"It is as it should be." Daiyu clasped her hands together in return and added, "Whether the host agrees or not, I will offer five hundred taels of incense money."

"The donor is kind-hearted."

After the monk left, Qing He stepped forward and asked, "Miss, is five hundred taels too much?"

"Not much." Daiyu thought, as long as it could be exchanged for points, the money would be worth spending!

Not long after, a young novice monk came and told her that the master had agreed to her request.

Since the Sutra Library is an important place for Buddhism, she is the only one allowed to enter, and she can only stay inside for one hour. This is a special treatment given to Daiyu because of her young age and piety.

Of course, she would not waste time. After a short rest, she took Lan Rui to find the presiding abbot.

The presiding abbot looked to be in his fifties, with a kind face and a gentle expression, which made one feel calm at first sight.

Daiyu stepped forward respectfully and bowed. Although 111 said that this small world had no spiritual energy, Daiyu still felt that she should be cautious.

After all, there are characters like the bald monk and the lame Taoist in the book, and she doesn't want to appear different from ordinary people.

The host returned the greeting and said, "From my observation of the donor's face, it seems that the congenital deficiency has been cured. If you continue to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, you will surely be rewarded!"

"Thank you for your teachings, Master!" Daiyu added silently in her heart: I will definitely collect the classics well and try to get extra rewards!

The abbot was very satisfied with Daiyu's attitude. From the description of the young monk, it was not difficult for him to guess that Daiyu had an extraordinary family background. He was very willing to make friends with such a woman, which would be beneficial to the promotion of Buddhism and the development of believers.

Who says monks have no selfish desires?

"Please come in, benefactor. But these two maids don't need to follow you!" the abbot instructed, and then left two young monks to guard outside.

Lan Rui and Xue Yan had received Daiyu's instructions before. They carried their bamboo baskets and obediently walked to the pavilion on the side and sat down.

"Master, I want to pray for my late mother to have a peaceful and smooth afterlife. Which scripture do you think is more suitable for me to copy?"

The host chanted a Buddhist name and said, "There are countless Buddhist scriptures. It depends on which one the donor has a connection with. Buddhism emphasizes following fate and sincerity. The donor may choose according to fate, or just copy the Heart Sutra or Ksitigarbha Sutra."

"Thank you, host."

After seeing off the host, Daiyu turned around and walked into the Sutra Library. This two-story wooden building was filled with books and bamboo slips.

Because someone cleans it regularly, there is only a thin layer of dust on the bookshelf, and there is no smell of mold or rot.

Daiyu's fingers gently slid across the books, and to the young monk outside, it looked like she was selecting scriptures one by one.

The young monk looked at Daiyu for a while, and seeing that there was nothing unusual about her, he turned his head and stopped looking.

On Daiyu's side, the constant dinging sounds in her mind and the constantly refreshing points made her hand, which was stretched out to touch the scriptures, begin to tremble slightly.

In just a short while, the scriptures on the two bookshelves brought her more than two hundred points!

Daiyu's mind was full of little cuties, her heart was beating like a drum, and her breathing became short, but her steps were still steady.

After walking around the Sutra Library, she finally came to the door on the first floor holding a scroll of bamboo slips.

The two young monks saw this and knew that this was a Sanskrit version of the sutra copied by the temple master, so they reminded him again and again: "This donor, the abbot has told you not to take the sutra out of the library."

"I know. My paper and pen are with the maid." Daiyu waved to Xueyan, pointed to the futon and desk in the hall and said, "I will copy it in this hall."

Seeing that she did not disobey the abbot's instructions, the young monk said no more.

The bell rang melodiously. Daiyu put down her pen and stretched her stiff wrist.

She was so excited just now that she got nearly 2,000 points in one go. But copying the scriptures in Sanskrit was also very tiring, and the excitement was slowly worn away in the copying process.

She walked out of the Sutra Library with a calm and peaceful smile on her face, and her whole body seemed to be bathed in a faint glow.

The haze of the past has passed, and the road ahead may not be smooth, but the light of hope will illuminate the way forward for her.

"Looking at the donor's appearance, it seems that he has got what he wanted!" The abbot came in person and took Daiyu to the main hall to perform a ritual.

"Yes, I was confused about the future before, but now I can see it clearly."

The abbot looked to the side and saw Daiyu half a step behind him.

When she first entered the temple, her aura was still gray with a mixture of blood, but now it had turned auspicious, with a faint golden glow and a hint of purple.

He suppressed his surprise and reminded her: "That's great. I just hope you don't forget your original intention and you will succeed."

"Thank you for your teachings, Master Abbot." Daiyu saw the abbot's expression and naturally noticed the difference in his eyes. She didn't dare to ask directly, so she could only play witty words with the abbot.

After the ritual, Daiyu didn't feel anything, but the maids around her could hardly bear it.

Qing He asked with some distress: "Miss, do you really have to perform the ritual for seven consecutive days?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Daiyu looked at her trembling legs and immediately understood.