He knew that Chen Yue was knocked out and was rescued by monks from Donghua Temple and sent back to the Chen family. He also had to bear certain responsibility for the fact that he was beaten in the temple. At first, he saw a group of monks sending him back, and the Chen family was also very resentful, so he didn't ask carefully who saved him at the beginning. Later, after Chen Yue woke up from his injury, he sent someone to Donghua Temple to donate money for incense and oil.

This little novice monk would not lie, but after hearing his words, Faguang saved his life. Chen Yue inevitably felt more favorable to the monk in front of him and raised his hand to bow.

"It turned out that the master saved his next life that day. He did not know his life-saving benefactor in front of him. Please forgive me."

Fa Guang was also stunned after hearing the words of the little novice monk. He looked at the young master in front of him with his eyes, his nose was bright, and his skin was fair and rosy. Before the man was smashed that day, he had seen it from a distance. He felt that the spirit of the two was very different. He found that he was injured and fell in a pool of blood again. There was no time to read the scene carefully at that time, but he could still recognize it after being reminded by someone. But he had never thought about it before. After hearing Chen Yue's words, he quickly clasped his hands together and greeted him.

"Amitabha, it is all the things that the little monk should do. You are polite to the donor."

Qiu Yun had not paid much attention to this young monk, and after hearing that he had saved his precious son, he looked over in surprise.

"The master has great merits. If it weren't for the timely discovery that day, I really didn't know what to do at this time. Even if it was one minute and a half late, any illness left behind would be a disaster." After saying that, Qiu Yun patted her chest with some fear.

"All dharmas are born from causes and conditions, and the donor will be blessed by heaven. The little monk just meets the same thing, and they are all dharmas." Fa Guangqian thanked him.

Qiu Yun didn't care about that much and said to the maid behind him: "I didn't bring much money today. You can go back and get another ten cents of money to give it to this master."

Fa Guang did not refuse and said together: "Thank you for this female donor."

Because Song Renzong actively supported Buddhism. During the Renzong period, a trend of worshipping Buddhism formed in society. Song Renzong was also influenced by this trend and had more contact with Buddhism, thus advocating Buddhism. Song Renzong often organized and participated in belief-based Buddhist activities, such as releasing animals, building temples, bowing to Buddha statues, and offering Buddhist holy objects, which fully demonstrated Renzong's advocacy for Buddhism. In addition, Song Renzong also decorated temples, supported translation of scriptures and enshrining in Tibet, and treated monks.

Various literati, scholars, merchants and wealthy businessmen also had frequent contacts with temples, and Fa Guang had a lot of contact with such people, so he could also calmly deal with gifts. Although the money was given to him personally, he would accept it since he had saved his life.

After the incense burning was handled, several people talked to each other for a while. Faguang invited them to the wing room to rest and arranged for refreshments of fruits and vegetables. As a monk, he should go down here to receive other guests, but Qiu Yun took advantage of it and donated ten cents of money to the temple at one time, but he also gave him ten cents of money in private. No matter how you are a distinguished guest in the temple, he kept accompanying him.

Chen Yue had a good impression of Fa Guang and had also saved him, so he became close to him. Fa Guang responded and talked very well, but after all, he had only known each other for a while, and there was still my mother staring at him. Chen Yue had no intention of having a deep conversation, so he found an excuse to go out alone to get some breath.

Donghua Temple is not far outside the city and does not occupy a large area, but it is exquisitely decorated. Several small courtyard walls divide them into several pieces.

Hangzhou wants to have a strong literary style, and there are countless literati and poets. The incense in Donghua Temple is quite prosperous on weekdays. In remote corners or other places far away from the main hall, there is a brush and ink for tourists to write poems, which is considered an "entertainment" to attract tourists.

The surrounding walls are densely engraved with countless poems and rules, which is even better than the later generations of "XiXi and XX" and there are white powders layered in some places, which is obvious that they have been brushed with lime several times to cover off the original "graffiti".

Chen Yue was behind his hands, and he admired the poems on the wall with great interest. Sometimes he could find a few good sentences from them. If there were any capital that could be kept at a very good level, most of them were covered with white curtains so that they would not be damaged by scribbling on it.

Of course, most of the poems, even Chen Yue's level, seem to be a bit terrible. It is probably the elegance of tourists who imitate Dongshi, and some even cannot read the sentences smoothly, and they cannot even be called limericks, let alone the handwriting of fangs and claws.

"Chen Shangwen?"

Chen Yue was looking at the words on the wall and his confidence in poetry, when a girl's voice suddenly came, and the voice was quite clear and beautiful.

He turned to look in surprise and found that Han Qiniang was standing not far away with a little confusion, looking at this side. Her pretty face without makeup was as white as water. Under her gently scribbled eyebrows, her watery phoenix eyes seemed to be itchy because of the north wind. She stretched out her slender hands like white jade and rubbed them. Her delicate nose wrinkled, her lips as tender red cherry were gently pursed, and her pretty and gentle style was unique. Chen Yue was stunned and did not react for a moment.

Seeing that he was staring at him and didn't know what he was looking at, Han Qiniang couldn't help but have two slightly red spots on her face, and she stared at her eyes and stamped her feet: "Chen Shangwen!!"

"Ah... the lady is here too," Chen Yue came back to his senses and deliberately changed the topic: "Why didn't you see Dalang and Saburo?"

In the play, there are often "master husband" and "master husband" between husband and wife. In fact, this was a very big mistake in the Tang and Song dynasties! Basically, when men say hello to women, regardless of whether they know each other or not, they can be called "master husband", and younger ones can be called "little lady". Here "master husband" does not mean a wife. As for the title "master husband", it is not something that ordinary people can use at this time. It usually describes high-ranking officials above the priest, or a strategy along the way, such as the later "big clan ruler husband" and "small ruler husband".

"Today I'm here to burn incense with my mother. Hey, didn't my third brother say that I've gone to discuss poetry with you? You're not together?"

"Uh... I'm here to burn incense today, your Sanlang..." Just as he was about to sell Han Hao first, he hurriedly found him.

"Young Master! Young Master! The mistress asked you to go there and said he was going back."

"Hmm? Haven't you still used vegetarian rice here? What happened?" Chen Yue asked in confusion, then accused Han Qiniang of guilt and walked back.

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