There is a temple on Snow Wolf Peak. During the Taishang Dynasty, it was renamed Ciyun Temple.
The monks at Ciyun Temple said that they were the ones who protected Snow Mountain and Snow Wolf. After Snow Wolf Peak was declared a holy mountain by the court, they felt more responsible and guarded Snow Wolf Peak for the royal family.
There are only a few monks on the mountain, and they are all very old. The first batch of people who came here were the monks from Huguo Temple. Later, several more people came up from Huguo Temple. Until now, there are no young monks going up here.
Yes, because the abbot of Ciyun Temple is very strict. Those who are not of high moral character and cannot cultivate themselves can not go up the mountain.
The youngest monk in the mountain is already sixty years old this year.
When the emperor and the empress arrived at Ciyun Temple, the abbot Master Defang personally came out to greet him with a group of monks, only five of them in total.
After welcoming the emperor and the empress in, and serving the bitter camellia, Yuan Qingling was still in a dazed state. Leng Fengqing's aura and resentment could still be felt in everything here.
She walked in step by step, and then walked around the entire Ciyun Temple. Yu Wenhao and Xu Yi followed her around, then sat down to drink tea and asked about what happened thirty-six years ago.
The German abbot heard the emperor ask about whether he had saved a woman thirty-six years ago. He was stunned for a moment, and his face changed slightly, "The woman thirty-six years ago? Your Majesty, how did you know about this?"
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When Yu Wenhao heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. Leng Fengqing was indeed rescued.
"Abbott, tell me as much as you know. Don't hide it!" Yu Wenhao stretched out his hand to hold Yuan Qingling's hand and said to the abbot.
The abbot sighed deeply, "This is the worst thing I have ever done in my life. Looking back now, I always feel sorry for the male benefactor!"
"Male donor? Isn't it a woman?" Yu Wenhao was startled.
The abbot then recounted what happened that year, "It was very cold that year, and water turned into ice when poured into it. The vegetables harvested before winter were all spoiled if they were not properly processed. I had no choice but to send people down the mountain to buy them."
For food, I was still young at the time, so I volunteered to go down the mountain. Not long after I walked out, I saw a male donor carrying a female donor covered in blood. The male donor knelt down from a distance and asked for help.
The old man saved the female benefactor. Originally, in the pure land of Buddhism, it was necessary to save lives and heal the wounded. However, the old man did not have enough cultivation at the time. He felt that the female benefactor was full of bloody resentment. He considered himself an evil obstacle and was unwilling to take them back to the temple. But he still did it.
When they were really desperate, they took them to the back mountain, where there was a cave where they could stay temporarily."