The next day at the hour of Mao, everyone in the temple was awakened by the bell ringing in the temple.

  The monks of Qinglong Temple got up early to recite scriptures. Three young monks came into the yard, holding a tray with vegetarian food in their hands. "This is the vegetarian meal prepared by our temple for all donors."

  An official immediately walked to Pei Tan's side, slightly bowing his head and said: "It's rare to come to Qinglong Temple, I'd like to offer incense on behalf of my family members. As I'm usually busy working in the government office, I have little time to pay respects to my parents, please grant me permission."

  Having said that, the bailiff raised his head, with a pleading expression in his eyebrows.

  "Rarely do you show a shred of filial piety, go."

  The yamen runner's face lit up with joy, and he repeatedly knocked his head in gratitude to Pei Tan before immediately turning around and leaving.

  Several yamen runners looked at each other in dismay, all wanting to speak but hesitating as they gazed at Pei. Coming to the Qinglong Temple was not an opportunity that came often.

  "Those who wish to pray for their families can go immediately. You must gather in the courtyard before 4 pm."

  The yamen runners all called him a kind and benevolent master, one by one they left happily.

  Bai Tan looked at them, lit an incense stick and didn't take much time, but the entrustment it contained was priceless.

  Jing Wan'er smiled and said, "Why doesn't the master go himself?"

  Pai Dang is already dressed and ready to go out at any time, but he didn't leave the yard yesterday afternoon either.

  Pei Tan said: "People returning to the city will come at any time, I'd better not leave." As a Da Li Temple official for one day, he should do his job well.

  It's still early, and that noble who needs to return to Chang'an with them might not be up yet.

  Jing Wan'er couldn't help but lower her head, and after a while, she smiled: "Wan'er also wants to go out and burn incense." Her family was suffering in exile, shouldn't she be the one begging Buddha to forgive her family sooner?

  Pei Tan looked at the girl's face and saw her carelessness from that smiling face.

  There are perhaps two kinds of people who don't believe in fate: one is those who have suffered extreme hardships, and the other is those who are still struggling in hardship.

  "Go if you want to," said Pei Tan.

  Jing Wan'er curtsied slightly: "Thank you, sir."

  Jing Wan'er turned and left.

  The so-called Mahavira Hall is the title of the Buddha Sakyamuni, with eighteen arhats in golden bodies by his side. Ordinary people only need to take a glance at him and they will be shocked by the majesty of the Buddha.

  Ordinary people burning incense would not go to the Mahavira Hall, as there are special places for incense-burning in the outer courtyard of the temple. However, Jing Yu'er smiled mischievously and said that since they had come all this way, they should naturally burn incense in the main hall of the Buddha, or else it would be a wasted trip.

  Jing Wan'er's lips curled up slightly as she headed straight for the Taiyuan Treasure Hall.

  Qinglong Temple is the first, with eighty-four houses. People who are not familiar with the road have to go to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and it's likely to take some effort. However, Jing Yuanyu's skirt was light and agile, and she walked all the way without stopping until she saw the majestic treasure hall in the distance as soon as she raised her head.

  Just as she was about to step forward, someone behind her shouted: "Halt! Who are you?"

  Jing Wan'er turned around and saw two monks in morning robes.

  Two monks stared at Jing Yuanei, not only was she a woman, but also wearing secular clothes, which was simply an offense against the monastic rules.

  "I've come to pay my respects."

  The monk shouted: "There are incense and candles in the front yard, and no one is allowed to enter the inner courtyard except for the monks in the temple. You all leave quickly!"

  A bright light flashed across Jing Wan'er's eyes.

  Prior to that, the monk sized up Jing Yuanner, "Hui Gen Shixiong notified Wu Seng Dian last night that a female demon who had appeared at our temple five years ago was causing trouble. He told us to keep an eye on this girl as soon as we found her..."

  Another monk heard the two words "Hui Gen" and immediately looked at Jing Wanyan without mercy, Jing Wanyan subconsciously took a step back, her eyes staring at the two monks.

  It was originally impossible for a woman to appear in Qinglong Temple, let alone that Jing Wanyi's appearance is exactly the same as Hui Gen's description.

  The two monks swung their sleeves, and a stick slipped out of the sleeve, instantly pointing at Jing Yuanner: "What are you doing in the temple again?"

  Jing Wan'er stared at them, "Wu Seng Dian said she was a demon girl?"

  "I am a maid of Duke Pei of Dali Temple, and I came to the temple with him to receive guests. If you don't believe me, you can go and verify." Jing Yuanyu said calmly.

  The two monks looked at each other, expressionless. "We don't know any Dalit Temple Master. In the Buddhist world, everyone is equal, whether you're a king or a commoner."

  It's no wonder he is a monk from Qinglong Temple, with such an air of elegance and pride.

  Jing Wan'er saw that they were not making any progress and were just wasting time here, which would also delay her own affairs.

  She smiled suddenly and rushed towards the inner courtyard.

  Those two monks were originally lecturing with a proud face, but unexpectedly this didn't go according to the script and they were completely stunned.

  "Halt!"

  Jing Wan'er ran forward, that Hui Gen and Shang, really dared to send someone to catch her. Five years ago, a normal person would have long forgotten about it, this Hui Gen is truly a troublemaker.

  The monks of the Azure Dragon Temple, who were said to be more powerful than the Great Tang Imperial Guards, were not exaggerating. They followed Jing Wanyi as she left, thinking that she was unfamiliar with the road, but they didn't realize that Jing Wanyi's slender and agile body allowed her to quickly disappear from sight.

  The two monks looked at each other and said "split up and chase".

  Jing Wan'er crouched and slipped through the gap between the two walls. She waited until the two monks walked far away before emerging from the gap: "The Buddha's family says that all living beings are equal, but you divide people into three six nine grades in front of the Buddha, why can't I come?"

  She hummed, turned around and looked at the magnificent treasure hall behind her. These monks naturally regarded the Mahavira Hall as a sacred place, so as long as she entered the hall, the monks would not dare to come in and find her.

  Jing Wanyi had known that the Dahongbao Hall had a secret side door that was unknown to others. Every day, it would only open at the hour of Mao and Chen, alternately, for the monks who swept the floor to enter unnoticed. The door could not be seen from the outside, but Jing Wanyi knocked on the bricks and pushed it open.

  If she meets this wise nun again, she will definitely make things difficult for him.

  As she thought about it, Jing Wanyu felt a chill run down her spine.

  The solemn and dignified atmosphere inside the Taihe Dian made her slowly raise her head, because the incense in the main hall was far from being as prosperous as that in the front yard. The air in the entire hall was cold and oppressive, with a kind of pressure that even the air seemed to dare not come out.

  Jing Wan'er took a few deep breaths and slowly walked inside.

  Wan'er was naturally cautious, and even if she was certain that the Daxiong Treasure Hall would not have anyone else at this moment, her footsteps were still light.

  The monks searching for Jing Yuanyu were not foolish, they discovered that she was nowhere to be found in the surrounding area, and naturally set their sights on the Great Hero Treasure Hall.

  "The monk Hui Gen said that this woman had infiltrated the Treasure Hall five years ago, perhaps she is using the same trick again today."

  There was a little monk who couldn't help but ask, "Five years ago, Brother Hui Gen, you hadn't even had your coming-of-age ceremony yet, right?" This also meant that at that time, Hui Gen was still just a young monk with no hair on his upper lip.

  A monk finally spoke slowly: "It's strange to say, why haven't we seen Brother Hui Gen since the bell was struck today?"

  Huì Gēn was the only closed-door disciple of Master Xuán Lián, with a generation ranking higher than that of other disciples. He usually led the morning chanting session.

  But today's Huigen has already reached Chen time, and the sun has risen from the east of the main hall. The morning class is already over...

  The monk said sternly, "We can't let unrelated outsiders profane the treasure hall again. First follow me in to search."

  A little monk whispered beside him, "It's probably not suitable, there is a noble person in the temple at this moment, praying for blessings."

  The monk's eyes moved: "If that demon girl rushes into the noble person, wouldn't our temple be guilty of adding crime to crime?"

  The status of Qinglong Temple today is ultimately given by the imperial family of the Tang Dynasty. Their relationship with the royal family seems to be that Qinglong Temple is detached from worldly affairs, but in fact it is a dependent relationship of lips and teeth and skin and bone.

  Several monks arrived outside the temple, and the magnificent temple had a high platform. Standing on the platform, they could already see the upper half of the tall statue of Sakyamuni Buddha.

  In a slit opened at the main gate of the treasure hall, there was a figure kneeling there, and the leading monk immediately blocked the people behind him.

  After a long time, the monk rushed towards the figure and joined his hands together: "May I ask, sir, whether you met any idle people in the temple?"

  A clear and elegant voice with a hint of smile, the person did not turn around: "Within the treasure hall, there are only the Buddha and Ping Sheng, what kind of idle people have come?"

  Several monks stood silently outside the door for a moment, and then a small monk slowly said in a low voice: "It seems that we should still find Brother Hui Gen first and listen to his decision."

  After all, they have never seen any female demons with their own eyes, so it's best for Hui Gen to show up in person and take control of the situation.

  The monk joined his hands together, "I've disturbed you." Inside the Mahavira Hall, except for the Buddha statue, there was almost no place to hide. The noble who came to pray said he hadn't seen any trace of the demon girl, so they had to believe she was somewhere else.

  All monks tracked down here can only withdraw completely.

  In the treasure hall, in front of the Buddha's face, there was already a burning incense stick in the incense burner.

  Jing Wan'er looked at the person who had taken a step ahead of her. It seemed that she was not destined to light the first incense stick in front of the Buddha.

  The man in white clothes, with a silk belt around his waist, stood before the Buddha, and everything about him seemed to have returned to simplicity. The fact that the warrior monk didn't even dare to approach just now also showed that this person was unlikely to be sneaking in like her.

  The first incense in front of the Buddha is extremely precious and can be regarded as a gift from the mortal world. This is also the reason why she chose to enter the Mahavira Hall at dawn with all her might. Even so, it was still occupied by someone who had arrived earlier.

  At this time, he can swagger into the Grand Hall of the Treasure, offer the first incense in front of the Buddha, and his identity is certainly not ordinary. Is it a member of the Tang imperial family?

  Jing Wan'er thought so, and the man opened his eyes, smiling lazily.

  Since it had already been discovered, Jing Wanyu no longer thought much about the man's identity and walked over. At this time, the man stood up from his kneeling cushion.

  Her face is like jade, her temperament is extraordinary.

  Jing Wan'er glanced hastily and knelt down on the mat, her eyes looking at the side of the Buddha.

  On both sides are eighteen golden arhats, and among them, one of the arhats holds a night pearl in his hand.

  That night, the pearl was exactly what she had put in five years ago.

  She finally spoke up and said: "I am Jing Zongshi, I have come to fulfill my vow to the Buddha today." As she spoke, Jing Yu'er knocked her head three times.