Although Purple Mountain is large, it is included in the outer city of Nanjing.
The Xiaoling Mausoleum of Emperor Taizu is also at the foot of Purple Mountain.
Therefore, Zhu Yixi still felt novel when she came to Purple Mountain for the second time.
From the inner city to Purple Mountain, a distance of tens of miles, even on horseback, would take him two or three hours.
The road was smooth, but it was his first time to visit Baozhen Temple.
It’s effortless to climb up the hundred-step stone staircase. You can almost see the plaque of Baozhen Nunnery by raising your head.
Obviously, this is quite caring for female pilgrims.
Women don't want to experience mountain climbing if they can't get out of the door or take steps forward.
"This pilgrim, Baozhen Nunnery is only for female relatives and does not accept male guests. Please come back!"
As a few pilgrims entered, a nun came over and said politely.
"Master has misunderstood."
Zhu Yixi clasped her hands together and returned the greeting: "I came here to see my friends and offer incense."
"Oh?" The nun's face, in her forties, was full of vicissitudes of life and confusion, and she immediately said, "Amitabha, who is he?"
"They are the female benefactors who have been living in your nunnery for a while."
"That's it!" The Master looked as if it was indeed the case, and casually summoned a young nun: "Huijing, go and report it!"
"Yes!" The little nun was wearing a hat, her face full of innocence.
Immediately, there was a trot.
Although it was very fast, Zhu Yixi still looked at the huge thing under his robe and was shocked.
As expected, people in the world should not be underestimated.
After a while, the little nun ran over sweating: "Master, several donors said they know this male donor!"
"Okay, then take him there. Remember, take a detour!"
"Yes!" The little nun nodded to express her understanding.
If you go to the hall, you will naturally disturb the female pilgrims. Although the path is longer, it is peaceful after all.
"Amitabha!" Zhu Yixi said with a serious face: "I have taken the liberty to come here because I want to do my best for the Buddha."
Immediately, he clapped his hands and took the money bag from Tian Ren on the side: "Some silver coins are disrespectful!"
"Amitabha!" A smile appeared on the old nun's face: "The donor is thoughtful."
"You are here in a hurry. I'm afraid you haven't had lunch yet. A suitable meal will be sent to you later. Many of the pilgrims in our nunnery also praised me."
Zhu Yixi nodded, not paying attention to the change in the old nun's attitude.
Although Buddhas and Bodhisattvas do not need money, the monks and nuns who serve them do, as long as their attitude is not too bad.
"Sorry to trouble you, Master Huijing!"
Zhu Yixi had a very good attitude towards the little nun.
“Donor, you’re welcome!”
The little nun was afraid that she rarely saw male pilgrims, so she was a little stuttered and shy for a while, so she took small steps to lead the way.
Zhu Yixi nodded and led everyone away.
At the age of fourteen or fifteen, his eyes are full of purity, and his big eyes look cute and fair.
It seems that this nunnery is quite clean.
After walking for half an hour and winding around, I finally arrived at the backyard.
I saw that this place was full of peach trees, and the paths were covered with branches and leaves. If someone hadn't led the way, I would have gotten lost here.
Several personal guards had solemn faces and kept exploring, fearing that danger might come.
However, Zhu Yixi didn't take it seriously. She looked at the squirming little butt in front of her with great interest, but she didn't feel tired at all.
"Donor, here we are!"
Huijing's voice trembled, her cheeks were slightly red, and she gasped and explained:
"This road is rarely traveled, so it's a bit difficult to walk."
"Sorry for bothering Huijing."
Valley
Zhu Yixi came to the restaurant, took out the grasshopper she bought on the street, and handed it to him: "Let's take this as a reward!"
As he said this, Tian Ren wisely took out a candied haws from his backpack.
Huijing had never seen this before. Her big eyes were blinking, full of curiosity.
"This is candied haws, it's sweet, and it's also a reward!"
"No, no, monks can't just take other people's things!"
Huijing panicked like a rabbit, holding the grasshopper and the candied haws of sugarcoat and ran away.
"Hahaha!"
With a burst of laughter, he walked.
"Why are you so happy, Master?"
At this time, a crisp voice sounded in my ears.
In front of him, a figure appeared at some point.
I saw that her face was like a crescent moon, so white and tender that it seemed as if water could ooze out of her. Her cherry mouth was pouted, as if it were a real cherry, and she wanted to take a bite.
Her long, glossy black hair was spread over a white jacket, and the long green skirt underneath could not hide her proud figure.
If this person is not Bian Yujing, who is he?
When she heard that there was a visitor asking for an audience, she couldn't wait to change out of her monk's robe, show her graceful figure, and wait.
Li Xiangjun said helplessly: "The male guest must not be able to pass through the hall. He must have taken a long detour. You should wait inside the house to avoid catching a cold in the mountain breeze."
But Bian Yujing refused to listen and waited for a quarter of an hour or two until the man arrived. The first thing that appeared was laughter.
"Thinking about seeing the girl again, I was so happy that I couldn't help but laugh out loud!"
Zhu Yixi held his hand in a humble and polite manner.
Of course he wouldn't tell the truth.
Bian Yujing felt happy in her heart. She suppressed the jumping rabbit. When she saw the man's handsome face, she smiled lightly and said:
"The master is here to visit, and I am happy too."
As he said that, he led the way one foot in front of him.
After a while, he saw a row of wooden houses.
Although it is simple, it has pavilions, courtyards, flower gardens, and mountain springs, which makes it quite special.
"Master, you are polite!" Kou Baimen and Li Xiangjun have been in the Qinhuai River for a long time, so they are used to seeing men, but the man in front of them really amazed them.
The cheeks are plump, the bridge of the nose is strong, and the eyes are bright. Although he is wearing a long robe, his heroic spirit cannot be concealed.
Moreover, under their vicious eyes, they can naturally see that a man's clothes, belts, leather boots, and even hairbands are all of the highest quality and of great value.
Obviously, this is worse than a golden turtle's son-in-law.
"If the two of us have something to do, let Yujing entertain you, Master!"
The two left in good spirits.
Zhu Yixi's servant was also outside the door, just listening.
The empty room contained only a desk, a bookshelf, a few pens, and a man and a woman.
Seemingly noticing the man's burning gaze, Bian Yujing suppressed his shyness and came to the desk to show off his talent:
"The little girl is not talented. She can only write and draw on weekdays. I hope the young master can appreciate it!"
As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves, bent down, and started writing.
Obviously, Bian Yujing believes that although his body has shortcomings, he can definitely save some of them with his talent.
So, in Zhu Yixi's eyes, Bian Yujinghao held the pen in his wrist, with a pair of mountains hanging down, almost only an inch away from the calligraphy on the table.
After finishing writing, Bian Yujing said with satisfaction: "What do you think, Master?"
"Not bad, very good, wonderful, far beyond ordinary people."
Zhu Yixi couldn't help but admire.
Bian Yujing thought it was a compliment to his calligraphy, and his heart was filled with joy.