In the main hall, the smoke lingered but refreshed the heart. Hui Jue said with a smile on his face: "The Marquis's style is still the same, which is gratifying."

Ling Xin'an and Xia Xiaoyu bowed to the Buddha statue in the treasure hall with pious expressions, and then replied: "Little Master, I came to you today because I want to learn Buddhism from you."

Huijue smiled and said: "The Lord Marquis has a predestined relationship with my Buddha and wants to learn Buddhism. The Buddha will naturally open the door to Buddhism. The young monk will arrange a tonsure for you!"

Ling Xin'an smiled and said: "Little mage, do you think I am bringing my family with me to be tonsured?"

Huijue was slightly startled: "Master Hou?"

"I heard that there are some scriptures in Buddhism that can help you calm down and practice Buddhism at home, so I came here today because I want to stay in your temple for a while and practice some Buddhism!"

Huijue nodded and said: "Master Hou, that is for ordinary believers and is not suitable for you!"

Ling Xin'an shook her head: "Little mage, all living beings are equal, and I am just a mortal. Naturally, I don't dare to expect the secrets of cultivation from your temple. But for ordinary cultivation of the Heart Sutra, please get a few more. I will rely on you these days.

This is coming!"

"Since Lord Marquis is like this, I will make arrangements for you!"

"Thank you so much, little mage!" Ling Xin'an replied.

Soon, Ling Xin'an and the others were arranged in the guest courtyard at the back of Bao'en Temple. There were three rooms in the courtyard, two of which were given to four guards, and one was where Ling Xin'an and Xia Xiaoyu stayed.

The two have lived together for a long time, which is no longer a secret in Jiangzhou City, so this arrangement is very common.

Huijue realized that someone had brought scriptures. The scriptures were not the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures that she was familiar with, nor were they any Tripitaka. Even if they were, Ling Xin'an didn't know them. So after thanking him, he asked someone to spread out the white paper and Xia Xiaoyu was there.

With an inkstone aside, Ling Xin'an copied the scriptures.

It was neither reciting nor silently reciting, Ling Xin'an was just copying the scriptures. When this scene came to Huijue who was talking to Zhengyuan, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Is the Marquis planning to take away the scriptures from this temple?" Zhengyuan frowned.

Huijue shook his head slightly: "Master, I don't think it looks like this, but Mr. Hou is a man of great wisdom. Listening to his words, I feel different Buddhist verses from time to time."

"Besides, is the Marquis doing anything else?"

"Nothing!" the novice nodded.

"Then let's follow the Marquis. He came today. Obviously there is something against him in the capital!" Zhengyuan thought for a while and said.

"That's true!" Hui Jue nodded: "I guess there should be a storm in the capital at this moment. We don't need to interfere with secular affairs."

Ling Xin'an copied word for word, with a pot of tea and smoke curling beside her, peaceful and quiet.

When the dusk drum sounded, Hui Jue's figure appeared, only to find that Ling Xin'an had only copied less than a third of it. The handwriting was round and powerful with a faint edge, and the strength was restrained. It seemed that he had no youth, but upon closer inspection, there was a

An air of pride.

"Master Hou, you are in a good mood!" Huijue sighed.

"Little Master, where is Ling's state of mind?" Ling Xin'an put down the pen and paper and said calmly.

Huijue looked at Ling Xin'an's calligraphy: "Master Hou's calligraphy is very strange. It is not common among young monks. I don't know where it comes from?"

Ling Xin'an looked at her copy and said, "This was written casually by Ling when he had nothing to do. It turned into this without knowing it. It's not worth mentioning."

"The Marquis is modest. We don't eat in the afternoon in this temple. It's already past the evening drum. If the Marquis needs it, the young monk can ask the chef to prepare some." Hui Jue said.

"Thank you so much, little mage. There is no need for meals. We can persevere. How about you and I sit down and drink tea and chat together?" Ling Xin'an said.

"Thank you Hou Ye!"

The two began to talk, Ling Xin'an carefully consulted the scriptures, and at the same time, they talked about the solution of the scriptures from time to time.

At this point, Ling Xin'an finally understood the Buddhist tour of this world. In the sake, there was a Buddha who formed a Zongmen practice. In a certain period of time, the entire continent had changed drama.

The Grand Gate disappeared, and then the Dharma practitioners joined the WTO, forming the Buddhist gate.

It seems that the Sanzang (here is the Buddhist Scripture Scripture Scriptures) does not seem to hear it, let alone the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures, but there are many Tibetan scriptures that are different from their familiarity.

Fortunately, Ling Xinan didn't like this Buddhist gate, but he would not reject it, so he just came to the Buddhist scriptures, just like when he was on the earth, he sat quietly on the balcony in the afternoon.

In the ups and downs, Ling Xin'an seemed to forget everything in the capital. It was seven days in the Baoen Temple. In the seven days, the yard was covered with Ling Xin'an's Buddhist scriptures.

Fan, then meditate quietly. The same is true for the four guards that follow.

The Buddhist door is as long as the Taoist house. Ling Xin'an naturally knows that they hide their powerful strength. Even if the ordinary believers in the abroad, they read and cultivate, maybe they have their own understanding, and get the strength from it.

For example, for example, the ethics of children's children's reading objects, almost every classic of Chinese people who recite when they were young, but in this world, it is powerful.

Hui Jue will come every day, and occasionally comes, and talks with Ling Xin'an briefly. Ling Xin'an from the beginning to the end, but asking why he will stand in front of the door and wait for himself, the two people do not say, the two seem to seem to be

Forget about this.

But whether it is positive or Hui Jue, every time I look at Ling Xin'an, I feel differently. Not only is Ling Xin'an's handwriting changing daily, and the font becomes more rounded and thick.

The gas of the Buddha.

Hui Jue was the first to feel. From the first day of Ling Xin'an, the fonts were implicitly impatient, and the proud qi could not hide it, but after seven days, I only saw a thick and straight gas rushing to face, as if the sea was like the sea.

deep.

Master Zhengyuan also feels that the breath revealed between Hou Ye is like a Buddhist monks, and it will not move like a mountain.

This surprised him. It was a secular Tibetan scripture study, and there was no practice method.

After seven days of staying, Ling Xin'an left the dazzling incense after leaving, and Zhengming and Zhengtong looked at the six -person back of the left.

As soon as he returned to Hou Ye's Mansion, Ling Xinan received the information of Xiaohe, and his father Ling Shang actually led his soldiers!

Ling Xin'an was stunned, and there was a feeling of shaking in the cold wind. He never thought about it. His father would bring his soldiers for a collection.

There are two books in the Da Zhou Dynasty, one is Yan Shisan, and the other is Ling Shang.

Kun.

When I came to Lingfu to meet my mother, I learned that my father had left for four days. They sent someone to notify it.

have no idea.

"Why is my father so hurried?" Ling Xinan felt a little incredible, and he did not receive the front line war. At this time, there was nothing wrong with each other between the six countries. There was no big border conflict. Ling Xinan really couldn't understand.

"I heard that a number of bandits appeared in the northwest. It was looting Da Zhou Zimin, and your father went to the bandit!" Mother Dong's said.

Ling Xin'an sighed and learned that it was his father's actions, and he was helpless. After talking to his mother for a while, he walked back to Hou Ye's Mansion.

"No salt, launch a secret order, investigate the bandits in the northwest!" As soon as he entered the house, Ling Xin'an said.

"Yes, son!" Zhong Wuyao Road.

Soon, in just half a day, the message was placed in front of the Ling Xin'an case.

The northwest border has always been a situation where the Da Zhou and the wild people are fighting. Somehow, in the first two months, in the territory of Da Zhou, a bunch of mountain thieves suddenly emerged, occupying many official roads and mountain forests, blocking the businessmen of Da Zhou.

Traffic, fast speed, makes people look sideways.

The general Gong Songling sat in the northwest and sent people many times, but was fled many times by those bandits. It was extremely cunning.

This makes people feel incredible. The Emperor Da Zhou received the memorial very early and instructed to destroy it, but the general Gong Ling Ling was delayed.

Go to the bandit.

Ling Xin'an is silent, so far, this is the message he can receive.

In the secret room, Ling Xinan opened the map of the mainland.

It can be seen that why it cannot be annihilated.

"General Gong, what are you and your father plan?" Ling Xin'an looked at the place marked by himself on the map, and couldn't help talking to himself.

His father Ling Shang took the initiative to take over the heavy responsibility of the bandit. From the perspective of many hundred officials, although it was affected by the emperor Long Yan's anger, because the Ministry of War was led to his jurisdiction, although he did not have the power to move the military power, it was indeed the Ministry of Military Affairs.

The first, there is a qualification for appointment.

The junction of the three states is that there is no name for such an important place. Ling Xin'an looked at the blank map and frowned. Such abnormal things, no one pays attention.

The housekeeper Yang also followed. Ling Shang brought nearly 2,000 major Zhou soldiers to the bandits. The road to the road is three thousand miles. It takes more than a month if the army marching the water road is more than a month.

The bandits must have received the Da Zhou Jun command, and naturally they will have a lot of changes. The Gong Lingling General will not be idle. With such a long journey, with a long time, his father's move, Ling Xin'an is really elusive.

Is there any change in the court? Ling Xin'an said, if so, things seem to be more elusive.

After sorting out the information again, Ling Xinan found that the bandit time was the ten days after he just set off from Jiangzhou City. At that time, the bandits began to attack Da Zhou Zimin.

"Desert, General Gong Songling, father!"

"Deada, Jiazhou, Syrian!"

"What are you hiding?"

"I hope you don't make yourself smart!"
Chapter completed!