Changsheng: Peak at the Beginning

Jiang Xinxin seriously suspected that Hanshui Temple was a pseudonym of Hanshan Temple, or else it should be a pseudonym of Jinshan Temple, because Hanshui Temple was built on a mountain surrounded by two rivers.

Jiang Xinxin stayed in the town opposite and looked at the temple on the mountain from afar. At first glance, Hanshui Temple was not very large. There were only five or six courtyards. The mountain gate was not big either, but the stone steps leading up the mountain were a bit high.

Jiang Xinxin stayed in the town opposite for three days. On the fourth day, Hanshui Temple opened its doors to receive believers. Many stalls were set up on both sides of the pier at the foot of the mountain, selling food, small toys, small jewelry, and the most popular items were Buddhist beads and incense sticks.

Jiang Xinxin took a fancy to a few peach wood hairpins. The carvings were very good, with simple lines but very charming. They were also cheap. A pair of happy-eyebrow-shaped hairpins plus a peach blossom hairpin only cost two taels of silver in total. It was a pity to waste such careful workmanship.

The stone steps leading up the mountain are winding, and there are many sedan chairs parked at the foot of the mountain, similar to those in the Taishan Scenic Area. Those who come from wealthy families either use sedan chairs or use their own sedan chairs to carry them up directly. It really opened Jiang Xinxin's eyes.

However, she didn't know yet that she was the one who opened the eyes of everyone who climbed the mountain along the way. After all, it was extremely rare to see a girl who looked very well dressed, not only without any servants or maids, but also walking up the mountain step by step by herself.

Jiang Xinxin was concentrating on climbing the mountain. Master Wangyou, who was entertaining guests in the main hall, looked up inadvertently and saw colorful air floating towards them. He thought of his little disciple and hurried out. Regardless of whether the other party would help his little disciple or not, it would be good to have a conversation with that lucky person.

When they arrived at the mountain gate, the colorful air had dissipated, leaving only a little golden light that flashed just above Jiang Xinxin's head.

Master Wangyou looked carefully at Jiang Xinxin's face, and at a glance he knew that this donor had a very outstanding appearance. But when he looked at it more carefully, he could not remember that face in his mind no matter what.

Master Wangyou immediately knew that he had found the right person. When Jiang Xinxin came to him, he quickly put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I am Wangyou, the abbot of Hanshui Temple. Would you like to come in and have a talk with me?"

Jiang Xinxin knew, of course, that ancient temples were also filled with filth and corruption, but the thin and clear-eyed old master in front of her, although she felt a little cold coming from him, exuded a more peaceful and clear aura.

Changsheng reminded: "Host, this master is a virtuous monk, but he did too much to help people break the inner demons, and he was affected by it. Now he will not live long."

Jiang Xinxin certainly believed Changsheng's words. Seeing that people kept looking at her, she quickly agreed to the master's request and followed him to sit under the ginkgo tree in a yard behind the main hall.

Jiang Xinxin just came to see for herself, but the current situation was a little different. After drinking tea, she couldn't help but ask, "Master Wangyou, do you have any advice?"

Master Wangyou looked at Jiang Xinxin with eagerness and expectation, "Donor, I am afraid that my time is coming to an end, but I have a disciple with a special status. Today, you appeared with colorful aura and golden light, so I have no choice but to ask you to look after my disciple."

Before Jiang Xinxin could object, Master Wangyou said, "Donor, I have nothing. If you can take care of me, I have a few relics that I am willing to give to you to appease your soul and ward off evil spirits."

Even though she knew that relics were good things, they were also transformed from people after death. Jiang Xinxin declined the offer, but Changsheng urged her to accept it: "Whether it is the relics transformed from ordinary monks after their death or the relics of great Buddhist virtues, they are the crystallization of a person's essence and Buddhist teachings, and they are also infused with a lot of merit. Even if we can't use them now, they will always be useful in the future."

Jiang Xinxin still couldn't get over it, so she said, "Why don't I meet your disciple first?"

Seeing that Jiang Xinxin's attitude had softened a little, Master Wangyou quickly called the young monk waiting on the side to call Wuxin over.

When Jiang Xinxin heard the name Wuxin, she found it interesting. She remembered that the name Wuxin was used a lot in fairy tales and martial arts dramas.

While waiting for Wuxin to come, Master Wangyou told Jiang Xinxin all about Wuxin's life story: "My little disciple's life story is a bit pitiful. His father is Ye Dingzhi, the leader of Tianwai Tian. Twelve years ago, he led a large army to Beili, and was eventually killed by several sword immortals from Beili. The five-year-old Wuxin was left as a hostage by Beili Mingde Emperor, and made a twelve-year agreement with the remnants of Tianwai Tian to 'guard the mountains and rivers'."

"As the twelve-year period is about to expire, Tianwai Tian will have to welcome back the young master. Many people in Beili died because of Ye Dingzhi. Even the royal family will not let Wuxin go back easily, fearing that Wuxin will regroup and come back again to avenge his father."

Jiang Xinxin understood that Master Wangyou thought she was an expert, so he wanted her to escort Wuxin back to the so-called Heaven Beyond Heaven.

Jiang Xinxin said embarrassedly: "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, Master. Although I won't get hurt easily, I don't know any martial arts. I'm afraid you've found the wrong person to escort me."

Master Wangyou was not disappointed at all, but seemed more relaxed. "I think I have some experience in judging people. The donor can indeed protect my little disciple."

Changsheng came out to explain: "Host, you have some luck. The old monk sensed your luck, so he firmly believed that you could protect Wuxin."

When Jiang Xinxin heard the word "luck", she couldn't help but sneer at Changsheng: "What kind of luck can a dead person like me have? Even if I had any, it would definitely be gone after you came back to life."

Before Changsheng could reveal anything more, a young monk in white monk's robes walked up from behind Jiang Xinxin and greeted Master Wangyou: "Did the old monk ask me to come here to see this beauty?"

When Wuxin turned around and looked at Jiang Xinxin, Jiang Xinxin discovered that Wuxin was very handsome and even more handsome than the innkeeper Xiao Se whom she had met before.

However, what was even more eye-catching was his evil aura, but Jiang Xinxin could see at a glance the kindness and sensitivity hidden beneath his cynicism.

Jiang Xinxin turned her eyes and said to Master Wangyou with a smile, "Ah, I didn't know that your little disciple was so handsome. If you had told me earlier that he was so good-looking, I would have agreed to your request a long time ago. There would be no need for you to persuade me so earnestly."

Master Wangyou laughed out loud, but the other party, Wuxin, found it difficult to even maintain a smile.