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Chapter 215: Escape and Appear

After getting off the carriage, the suffocating feeling I had imagined did not loom over me.

On the contrary, Xiyu felt very relaxed, and the blocked feeling in his heart dissipated in an instant.

The Buddhist temple is located on the top of the mountain. The temple gate is tall and majestic, and the vermilion door is open. A stone staircase paved with bluestone winds down to Xiyu's front.

Baohua Temple

She looked up at the three golden characters on the entrance of the Buddhist temple and felt that they were majestic, yet also had a kind of tolerance that could accommodate all things to coexist.

The anxiety in her heart was gradually put down. She put her hand on Chunshi's wrist and quickly followed Hesheli's steps and entered through the gate of the Buddhist temple.

Jingtai had the horses and carriage led to the backyard and followed.

Baohua Temple is very large, surrounded by lush trees, and the walls are painted with exquisite murals.

The smoke is curling, and the nose is filled with the aroma of fireworks.

Xiyu did not feel any discomfort. She followed Hesheli step by step to burn incense and worship Buddha, her heart full of awe.

Jingtai rarely looked serious.

When donating incense money, Hesheli called a young monk and asked politely, "Young master, I wonder if you can see Master Dunkong today?"

The little monk seemed to be burned by the light in her eyes.

This donor doesn't seem to be here to ask for divination from the uncle master, but rather wants to see some treasure.

He shook his head, got rid of the wild thoughts in his mind, clasped his hands together and bowed to Hesheli.

"Uncle Dunkong has indeed come out of retreat, but whether you can see him or not depends on your affinity with Buddhism. If you are destined to see him, you will see him."

After saying that, he led the way and led everyone to the dormitory in the backyard.

This is a place for foreign pilgrims to stay overnight, and it is almost full.

Hesheli's plan was to stay here for a few days to see if he could meet Master Dunkong, and naturally the others thought the same.

I heard that the last time Master Dunkong met someone was with Kangxi, and what he talked about was related to the destiny of the country.

Every time he met an outsider, he would seclude himself for a while, so every time everyone was waiting to see him with all their might.

But fate is determined by heaven, and who can see it has already been decided. Xiyu is very clear about this and does not want to force anything.

Moreover, since she came here, her heart has been very calm. It doesn’t matter to her whether she can meet Master Dunkong or not.

It would be better to take this opportunity to appreciate the beautiful scenery between the Buddhist temple and the mountains and forests.

The backyard dormitories are independent small courtyards, which can ensure the privacy of pilgrims.

There were so many people in the temple that Xiyu didn't want to go out.

It just so happened that the courtyard arranged for them by the young monk was located at the very edge of the dormitory and was the most secluded.

Behind the dormitory was a dense forest, and at the wall of the courtyard stood a tall and sturdy tree, so tall that it would take ten people to hug it.

The next morning, Xiyu dismissed the people who were accompanying him and stood alone in the yard, looking up, estimating the height of the giant tree.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves and fell on her face, bringing warmth.

This tree... She tilted her head and placed her fingers on the rough trunk. The leaves moved without wind, as if they were greeting her.

This tree seems to have awakened its spiritual consciousness!

A ray of spiritual energy came out from her fingers, and was completely absorbed by the tree trunk the next moment, and the branches shook even harder.

Delicious...delicious...

There is a simple and honest voice in my ears.

Xiyu understood the other person's good mood, her dimples slightly appeared on her face, and her eyebrows curved in joy.

"donor."

The young monk who was leading the way for them came forward, clasped his hands together, and said, "Donor, Master Dunkong invites you to come over."

Xiyu subconsciously moved her hand away from the tree trunk and turned to look at him with a look of surprise.

"I?"

She didn't understand why the other party asked her to go. After all, the only connection between the two was the lot that Kangxi asked for before Yinzhen was arranged to marry.

There are so many people in the temple, but Master Dunkong chose her. Could it be because he knew her identity?

The uneasiness in the carriage reappeared.

"It is you, the donor. Uncle Dunkong specifically asked me to be the person with the best affinity with Buddhism in the temple."

The little monk walked away, and she slowly followed him, not noticing at all that the giant tree dropped a tender green leaf on her.

While walking, Xiyu gathered her spiritual power at her fingertips and knocked the plain silver bracelet three times to wake up Qixi.

The two communicated using secret techniques and decided on a response method.

Xiyu clenched her tender white fingers hidden in her sleeves into fists. If it was an old monk like Fahai, she would not be polite.

The young monk took her around, avoiding the crowd, and finally stopped in front of an independent meditation room.

He clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, Master Dunkong is waiting for you inside."

Xiyu nodded, walked a few steps to the door, took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

"Squeak~"

The door made a squeezing sound as if it had been deformed with age.

Xiyu stepped in and saw a monk sitting cross-legged on a cushion in the room. The monk had his back to her and was standing upright. He did not seem as old as she had imagined.

With just one glance, she could sense the Buddha nature in the other person, which showed that his reputation was well-deserved.

The little snake spirit who had been chattering all the way stopped talking the moment she stepped into the door.

She felt a bit of awe in her heart and walked over slowly.

"Master Dunkong, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Xiyu walked up to him and clasped her hands together.

Dunkong stretched out his hand and motioned her to sit opposite him. "You have come at the right time, benefactor. I have just made some tea."

The sound sounds clear and pleasant.

Xiyu was nervous and didn't pay any attention, not even looking down at him.

She sat down properly, and when she opened her eyes and looked at the other person, her pious expression broke for a moment.

This……

How did the old monk become a young monk? Could it be possible to regain youth through practicing Buddhism? Wouldn't that be a sorcery?

Xiyu seemed to have a hundred thousand questions in her mind.

No one told her that the master of escape who was admired and respected by thousands of people was a young man?

A smile appeared on Dunkong's young and handsome face, and he looked like he was used to it.

He became a monk at the age of five, and it has been twenty years now.

When he became known to everyone, he was only ten years old.

People only know his name but not his age.

"Donor, have some tea."

A ceramic teacup was placed in front of her. Xiyu withdrew her surprised gaze and said sorry in a low voice.

"No problem, can you play chess?"

Did Master Dunkong look for her just to find someone to play chess with?

Although the other person is not old in age or appearance, his aura is full of Buddhist charm.

As for what Buddhist rhyme is specifically, she couldn't explain it clearly.

With a peaceful and calm heart, she nodded slightly, "A little bit."