Imperial Treasure

Chapter 480 - 327: Clear Pond Temple, Heart Sutra

The car sped along the highway in the deep night, leaving behind the vast Provincial City, crossing through the darkness and into the dawn.

The first light of day slightly revealed itself, and a sports car parked at the foot of a serene mountain.

To say it was serene, the mountain was serene and so was the temple on top of it, but the people were not.

There were quite a few people.

Cars filled the area at the foot of the mountain.

There were many luxury cars; Sui Yi’s wasn’t the most outstanding, but as soon as she got out, she was the most noticeable.

Generally speaking, those who come this early, aside from some key business points, it would be for the temple.

Clear Pond Temple, this is a famous temple known far and wide within the province—neither large nor small. Its historical significance is just so, perched on the mountainside, ancient trees reaching the sky, green vines stretching long, how it was hundreds of years ago, it remains hundreds of years later.

Sui Yi glanced at the mist-enshrouded mountaintop; a veil of mist drifted across her eyes as if obscured, and she strode onto the mountain path, her pace especially noticeable among the many hiking travelers or pilgrims.

Seeing Sui Yi almost sprinting up the mountain trail, many elders were surprised.

"This young lady is very efficient..."

"Indeed..."

They couldn’t even see her face clearly, just felt that she was tall, her silhouette slender and elegant, in the fluttering black hair, like a gleaming spot of ink beneath the daylight.

In a blink, she disappeared into the winding and deep mountain path.

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The morning bell rang.

Sui Yi stood under the large copper bell, with a few young novice monks passing by giving her a few glances, perhaps surprised.

She stood under the Banyan Tree, looking at the copper bell hanging from the Banyan Tree.

So serene, her gaze so distant, as if she had stood there for thousands of years, never leaving.

The monk striking the bell saw Sui Yi, seemed somewhat surprised, then sighed, came down and joined his palms: "Benefactor Sui, it’s been a long time since we saw you"

Strangely, for such a young girl, an old and experienced master actually took the initiative to greet her... seemingly knowing her.

"I’m sorry to disappoint you, Master Chen. I’ve come again", Sui Yi said softly.

Master Chen shook his head, "Buddhist people never talk about hopes, only about following the heart and fate, where does disappointment come from... Since Benefactor Sui has come again, it is the cycle of cause and effect, irresistible... Follow me"

Sui Yi followed behind, walking into the loft with Master Chen.

This surprised many pilgrims and novice monks.

"That is where Master Fan Yin stays, is Master Chen taking her to see Master Fan Yin?" one young novice monk couldn’t help but ask, a middle-aged man next to him turned back and tapped his head.

"Do not ask too much, just know that this benefactor is someone with a connection to our Buddhism"

Connected to Buddhism... usually that’s not a good thing.

Either unable to see through the worldly desires, or being unseen by the worldly desires.

But it’s just a unique scene at dawn, anyway.

In the courtyard of the loft, two meditation cushions, a monk stood like an ancient pine, on the wooden porch against the lush mountain forest, the courtyard spacious and empty, with only an old tree leaning against the wall, opposite was a very long and wide stone wall, this stone wall folding back on three sides, encasing the courtyard squarely,

He stood there, as if he had stood there for a very long time.

As if he had always known she would come.

Sui Yi walked forward, he didn’t speak, just reached out, holding a smooth pebble in his hand.

Sui Yi gently closed her eyes, her slender delicate fingers picked up the pebble, passed by him and walked to the front of that stone wall.

Where the sight reached, the stone wall was not blank, nor was it a relief, but was sectioned off one by one, from left to right, including all three sides, totaling ninety-nine sections.

About ninety of the sections were filled with characters, some fonts were different, some were the same, in various sizes...

Sui Yi clenched the pebble, walked to the front of the third stone wall, stood there, closed her eyes, holding the pebble... arm stretched out...

Not far away, on the second floor of the adjacent loft, just the right people walking on the balustrade could see the slender woman in front of the wall.

There were just two people on the balcony, a middle-aged, gentle woman and a young frail girl.

The girl leaned against the railing, from the dappled light drifting through the tree shadows her side face was faintly visible, her complexion pale and delicate, her features elegant, holding a scroll, her hair slightly tied back with a thin ribbon, wearing a loose greyish white linen robe which also extraordinarily refined.

"Miss, what is that person doing?"

"Holding the pebble in front of the wall, seems to be carving the sutra" the girl slightly flipped the scroll, looking up briefly, her voice cool, lingering, like rustling mulberry leaves in an autumn night.