On the anniversary of Ye Fenghua’s death, I went to Bukkoji in disguise.
They took two martial arts followers to the palace. The others didn’t know that they were in the palace today.
Blue sky and white clouds are sunny.
Three horses walked on the mountain road in no hurry.
A thousand colors are proud of one horse, and two followers are each a horse.
The mountain road is not rugged, the road is flat and wide, but I can’t see anyone paying for crossing it.
However, there are many people who go to Bukkoji to burn incense, and almost every Beijing resident will go there to burn incense.
Even on a normal day like today, there are many pedestrians on the road.
Thousand colors, this is for nothing. If you leave more, you will get on the road.
Occasionally, you can see several simple inns along the way to give passers-by tea and food rest grounds.
Thousand colors they rested in the inn for a while and then hurried on.
Finally, more than an hour later, the three characters of Bukkoji came into their eyes.
Looking at the ebony plaque with three gold-plated characters and thousands of colors, I suddenly feel that this Bukkoji is not an ordinary temple.
It gives people a kind of inspiration beyond the world of mortals.
Bukkoji pilgrims are full of incense sticks, and the fragrance generated by burning incense sticks lingers in a temple.
The little monk Amitabha has been waiting for the benefactor here by the Lord’s orders for a long time. Suddenly, a little monk walked away and respectfully said to them.
Thousand colors looked at Cang Ao doubtfully. Did he take a message to the Lord in advance?
Superfine product, are you saying that the Lord knew we would come and asked proudly?
It seems that he didn’t take a message in advance
This Lord is really unpredictable. Maybe you can ask him some questions later.
Maybe we can find our way home.
It was the Lord who had been waiting for the donor for a long time and came with the little monk. After Xiao Shang finished, he led the way.
Come on, let’s go and have a look. We hesitated for a moment and decided to follow.
A thousand colors nodded. She wanted to find the Lord for good things.
Through the front hall and the back hall, I came to a clean and elegant courtyard. Xiao Shang said respectfully at the door of a meditation room
The main donor brought
The door was beaten with a gray beard and a robe, and Lao Shang came from inside.
His eyes first crossed a thousand colors and then fell to the pale and proud body
Amitabha, the old woman, must have been your benefactor when she learned that your guest had come to the Cold Temple during her meditation today.
The master greeted him politely.