Lydia (Ava) ( Charlie’s mom ) nodded, quietly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and smiled, “Sara always thought I was not dead. Maybe I won’t even live to see the day when charlie wins. If that happens, whoever survives between you and Sister Sun will go see charlie and tell him the truth. As long as he gets thestugh, it doesn’t matter if he mes me, hates me, or doesn’t understand me. I just need to let him know that he hasn’t been alone all these years.”
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At this time, in the closed main hall of Kinkaku-ji Temple, the elderly Master Kongyin was sitting cross-legged on a cushion with several of his most admired disciples, listening to Master Jingqing’s teachings.
Jingqing knew that Kongyin’s closure of Kinkakuji Temple had greatly aided Lydia (Ava) ( Charlie’s mom ), so he diligently imparted his own profound insights into Buddhism. The two of them seemed like close friends, enjoying daily conversations. Not only did Kongyin receive deeper enlightenment from Jingqing, but Jingqing, through Kongyin’s sincere heart, also further purified his own spiritual altar. It was a mutually beneficial experience, and Kongyin’s disciples also benefited greatly from their discussions.
However, Master Kongyin is old and in poor health. Sitting cross-legged for a long time consumes a lot of physical energy. Therefore, themunication and learning between him and Master Jingqing always have to be frequently paused due to his physical condition, and continue after he recovers a little.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">
Seeing that Master Kongyin was clearly not in good health after a morning of discussion, with even his breathing bing more rapid, Master Jingqing sped his hands together and said, “Namo Amitabha, Master Kongyin looks a little tired. Why don’t we call it a night? You can go back and have a good rest, and we can make a decision in the afternoon.”
Kong Yin, struggling to hold on, waved his hands somewhat reluctantly. He smiled and said to him in fluent Chinese, “Master Jingqing… I’ve recently… felt like my time is approaching. I’m afraid I don’t have much time left. The ancient Chinese said, ‘If you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening.’ Master Jingqing’s understanding of Buddhism is the most profound I’ve encountered in a hundred years. So before you pass away, I’d like to hear as much as I can. I hope Master Jingqing will be generous with his teachings.”
Jing Qing couldn’t help but sigh: “Master Kongyin can take life and death so lightly, which is truly admirable. In that case, let’s continue.”
When Lin Wan’er (ni) arrived at the gate of Kinkakuji Temple, a sign prohibiting entry had been put up outside the temple. The specific reason for refusing entry was also stated below the sign, which was still the excuse of renovation. The specific time for thepletion of the renovation is still to be determined.
There are several monks guarding the entrance, and any tourists who approach will be patiently persuaded to turn back.
When the young Lin Wan’er (ni) approached, a monk stepped forward as usual and said, “Amitabha, benefactor, please do note any closer. The Golden Pavilion is currently closed for renovations and is temporarily closed to the public.”<fn8d42> Chapters first released on FindN0vel</fn8d42>
Lin Wan’er (ni) smiled sweetly and said, “Hello, I would like to meet Master Kongyin.”
The monk shook his head and said, “Master Kongyin hasn’t seen any pilgrims for many years. Please go back.”
Master Kongin is the most famous monk in Japan and a leading figure in the field of Japanese Buddhism. Many devout Japanese Buddhists hope to have the opportunity to meet Kongin himself. Even several of them can be seen every day at the gate of Kinkakuji Temple, and he has long been ustomed to it.
Lin Wan’er (ni) knew that the mysterious person hiding here must be extremely cautious. There might be hidden agents nted by the other party around to observe them quietly. So she didn’t show any aura at all, but smiled and said, “To be honest, my ancestors are rted to Master Kongyin. This time, I am here at the request of the elders in my family to meet Master Kongyin. Master, please help me pass a message to Master Kongyin. Just say, ‘Zhengping, the youngdy is here.’ He will understand.”
Kong Yin’s identity is not as sensitive as Sun Zhidong (Meir)’s.
Therefore, in Lin Wan’er (ni)’s view, going to the Golden Pavilion Temple to see Kong Yin was much simpler than going to Eastcliff to see Sun Zhidong (Meir). (For details, see Chapter 2531, updated on December 30, 2022. In the past year or two, some short dramas have filmed plots very simr to Lin Wan’er (ni)’s. I will notment on them.)
When Lin Wan’er (ni) suggested that the monk at the door pass on the message, the other party was indeed not as vignt and cautious as Sun Zhidong (Meir)’s guards in Eastcliff.