Chapter 219 Attack on the White Horse Temple 1

There is a temple in three miles south of Hancheng. The temple is called "White Horse". Of course, this White Horse Temple has nothing to do with the White Horse Temple in Luoyang, but the same name. It was built in the Northern Wei Dynasty and was built by the order of the then Lord of the country, Yu Chi Sheduluo. It has a history of more than 160 years, although the scale and fame are far less than that of Luoyang Bai. Ma Temple is one of the largest temples in the Western Regions. It is dedicated to the Buddha's bone relics. It is a place for people in the country to pray for blessings. There are many senior monks in the temple, and the incense is quite strong. Compared with the Baima Temple in Luoyang, it is not much better. Even in the snowy days, it is the same. In the curling of cigarettes, the sound of wooden fish is crisply, and the Sanskrit singing array, which can be said to be At this time, a large-scale blessing ceremony is in progress. An old monk who described Gaogu fell on the futon and kept singing in his mouth. The eloting scriptures were deaf and deaf, and there was quite a generation of high monks. This person was the master Zhixin who presided over the White Horse Temple.

Yutan is located in the Western Regions. The Buddhism it preaches is quite different from that of the Central Plains. It is closer to the Mahayana doctrine of Tianzhu (present-day India). It is slightly similar to Tibetan Buddhism in later generations. However, monks are not called living Buddhas, but bhikshus. The blessing ceremony that prevails are also different from those of the Central Plains. In addition to chanting scriptures, there are also One is the blessing of the top, and this is what Central Plains Buddhism does not have. At this time, but when Master Zhixin hit the wooden fish in front of the futon, after the Buddha's name, the chanting has been completed. The believers who knelt all over the ground got up and walked through the small high platform, put the belongings to be worshipped on the high platform with both hands, and then He devoutly bent down to accept the top of Master Zhixin.

As the host of the White Horse Temple, Master Zhixin is obviously familiar with such blessing ceremonies. Everything is carried out in an orderly manner. Master Zhixin's face is full of kind smiles. From time to time, he also points out the confusion for the believers. He is a master until a middle-aged man who is not good-looking. When the quaint little wooden fish appeared in front of him, the smile on Master Zhixin's face stiffened abruptly, and his hand stretched out for his top also trembled slightly, but there was no side to say, but the following rubbing ceremony seemed to be a little absent-minded. After hurriedly after the ceremony, He didn't even explain to the disciples who were with him. He picked up the little wooden fish and walked straight to the abbot Jingshe, in a hurry.

Whether it is the Central Plains Buddhism or the inheritance of the Western Regions, the abbot' house is the most important place for a temple. Non-idual people can enter without permission, even those personal disciples. Without the abbot's oracle, they are not allowed to enter. Violators will be severely punished. However, at this time, several monks sit in the abbot's house whose door is closed, except for In addition to a white-browed old monk who describes the withered, the four senior monks on the side don't have any of the style that the children of the Buddhist family should have. Even if they are bare, they are still wearing a samurai, and they don't look like a monk. Their faces are full of fierce faces, but they are like the masters who rob the family. In fact, it is true. These four monks are really He was born as a horse thief. The reason why he became a monk was that he was subdued by the old monk who fell on the middle of the futon. This old monk was Master Mojia, the first monk in Tibet.

"Miso, miso..."

Master Zhixin's voice of walking was not loud, but before he had reached the Jingshe door, the four fierce-faced senior monks had keenly sensed that someone was approaching, and each of them suddenly rose up. In the sound of his clothes, he had quickly put on the posture of divine alert, but Mojia The master still sat down immovably, and didn't even raise his eyelids.

"Squeak."

After a soft sound, the door of Jingshe has been pushed open. Master Zhixin's body moved slightly, and people have appeared in the room. Four middle-aged monks saw the people clearly. They all looked relieved and did not ask questions. They sat back in place, but four pairs of fierce eyes always stared at Zhixin without blinking. Teacher, if you don't agree with a word, you will jump up and have a difficult posture.

"Brother, the news is coming."

Master Zhixin ignored the rudeness of the four senior monks, bowed to Master Mojia, who closed his eyes with a wry smile, and said with difficulty.

"Hmm."

Master Mojia didn't say much, or even opened his eyes. He just said indifferently and answered.

"Brother, there will be incense in the temple in the future. There may be a lot of entourage. Brother, look at this..."

Master Zhixin saw that Master Mojia did not respond. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth, picked up the little wooden fish in his hand, gently turned it, and twisted the dark button, revealing a small note inside. He stretched out his hand, took out the note, spread it out, and glanced at it quickly. His face couldn't help but twitched. He looked at Master Mojia carefully and hesitated to say half of the words.

"Good."

As soon as Master Zhixin's voice fell, Master Mojia, who had not been silent, suddenly opened his eyes and his sharp knife-like eyes swept away. At that time, Master Zhixin's body was suddenly shaken. Before he could say more, he heard Master Mojia's hoarse voice and said a word.

"Brother, this matter, this matter..."

Although Master Zhixin was uncomfortable with Master Mojia's eyes, he still summoned up his courage and tried to persuade him, but his words came to his mouth, but he didn't know how to say it.

"Alas, brother, don't say more about it. I know all about your intentions. It's a pity to give up the foundation of the White Horse Temple, but compared with the safety of the whole territory of Tibet, and even the inheritance of my Buddhism in Tibet, this basic industry is very regrettable, regardless of what the Buddha said: I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, and give me the peace of Tibet. Let's go to hell, Amitabha, good, good!" Master Mojia showed a trace of intolerance on his face. He shook his head and sighed and gave the final answer.

"Uncle Zhixin, have you forgotten your origin?"

Master Mojia was kind to explain, but a monk with a fleshy face next to him was already the boss's impatience. He snorted coldly and sarcastically.

"You... That's all, that's all, just obey your brother's orders."

The Tubo people have long been coveted by the entrance and exit of the Western Regions, and there are many secret probes sent here. Master Zhixin is an important nail under the Tubo people'an, but it has been more than 30 years since Master Zhixin has been stationed in the White Horse Temple. Although he is engaged in collecting information that can't be seen, he is in his heart. I already have feelings for the White Horse Temple. I really don't want to see the blood splashing of Buddhism happen. In addition, there is still a trace of luck in the alliance between Tubo and Yutan, so I can't bear it. At this time, I saw that the arrogant monk's words were useless. I was waiting to attack, but when I thought about my mission, I only had to shake my head and sigh. .

"Brother, you don't have to do this. After this, you can go home with the old man and arrange it."

Master Mojia could obviously feel the struggle and pain in Master Zhixin's heart, but he did not give more persuasion, but indifferently ordered.

"Go home? Go home?"

Master Zhixin was obviously moved by the word "go home". After muttering a few times, his eyes gradually became firm and did not say more. He bowed to Master Mojia, and then resolutely turned around and walked out.

"Amitabha, good, good!"

Looking at the back of Master Zhixin's departure, a trace of comity flashed on Master Mojia's face, but he soon calmed down. He just announced the Buddha's name, and then closed his eyes again and lowered his head, as if he had settled...

Women are always in trouble, especially women in love. Among other things, the long time of dressing up alone can torture men crazy. This seems to be the case in ancient and modern times. If you ask what it tastes like, then go and see Li Xianji's expression - new Spring is coming, and the year is coming to an end. Last year's wish, and even the wish for the coming year are all things that should be done. Even if Li Xian himself does not believe in Buddhism, it is necessary to enter the countryside according to the customs. Besides, the face of others can not be given, but the requirements of her lover cannot be ignored. Therefore, Princess Mingyue said that she wanted to go into the incense, and Li Xian can only accompany him. There is nothing to say about this. The problem is that it was agreed to leave at the hour. Li Xian also led the guards to the small square in front of the palace early. He thought that he could start as soon as he got to the ground, but he didn't expect that she waited for more than half an hour just for Princess Mingyue to change her clothes. The sun rose to three poles high. In the palace The news came that the princess was still changing her clothes. After waiting, Li Xian's throat was about to get angry.

What should I do? Cold salad, no matter how annoyed Li Xian is, he can't get angry in public. Anyway, he has to pay attention to his image. Besides, the little girl Mingyue's hot temper is not easy to mess with. If he really provokes the little girl, he will bite. Well, not to mention, Li Xian has really been bitten by this girl. It's quite humiliating to say. ——Li Xian bet with the little girl and played the piano skills. As a result, he lost. When there were no outsiders, he thought about playing back. As a result... Well, the result was not good. The tooth marks on Comrade Li Xian's arm had not disappeared at this time, so he had to wait when it was time to wait. As for not being unwilling, he had to think about it in his heart. In the next future, the speed/feeling of revenge for the little girl on the spot comes from my hypnosis.

is coming, it's finally coming! When Li Xianzheng was waiting impatiently, he suddenly saw more than a dozen eunuchs and maids pouring out of the palace gate. His spirit was suddenly refreshed. He was secretly relieved and raised his feet to meet him. However, before he had time to leave, he saw that Princess Mingyue, dressed in a light purple long skirt, had already walked out of the door. The elegant and noble posture made Li Xian see. My heart is rippling...