Next to Lishan's new home, the sunny days in succession have made the climate in Guanzhong much warmer, but it is still a bit cold when the wind blows.
The couple were sitting by the Huaqing Pool, playing chess. On the chessboard, there was a fierce fight between the Chu River and the Han Dynasty. Li Yue's face was filled with sadness.
"I haven't played chess with my husband for a long time, and I didn't expect that I am still no match for him." Zhang Yang moved his rook, and her handsome man was killed.
"Although I was defeated, I captured a lot of my husband's chess pieces." She looked up with a little pride in her eyes.
"Actually, I let you eat it on purpose, otherwise how do you think you lost?"
"..." It was like a basin of cold water that extinguished the pride and pride at this time. Feeling frustrated, Li Yue packed up the chessboard.
"Let's fight another day!" Aunt Wang walked out of the main room of her new home,
"The county prince has made arrangements." Zhang Yang looked up after hearing this, and the couple packed up and walked down the mountain.
"Xiao Wu and Xiao Hui have made great progress recently. Next, we can teach them more complex solid geometry." Formulas are like another language, and people who can understand it can naturally understand it.
In two days' time, the court was about to begin. Zhang Yang came to Li Yuan's residence carrying a jar of salted duck eggs. The bed was moved out, and Li Yuan lay down in the sun and nuzzled at the sun.
"I didn't have such a pleasant time in Wude Palace before. It was always cold in the palace, so I often ordered people to light many candles." Zhang Yang put the salted duck eggs into the house. The Emperor's residence was always quite messy.
I simply tidied up the place, then looked at what was missing, and secretly noted it in my mind.
"Although I am old, I can still carry things. You don't need to clean them up." After listening to his words, Zhang Yang picked up the broom and swept the ground.
"The court is about to start in the next two days. Chang'an City is in turmoil. Erlang is still not attentive enough, because the Buddhist community in Shengguang Temple has started to make trouble again." Zhang Yang swept the floor, sat at the door and whispered, "I see soap
It's almost used up. It's time to change the clothes and change the bedding." It was quiet for a long time. Seeing that Li Yuan didn't speak, Zhang Yang looked back. His breathing was rising and falling steadily, and he had fallen asleep.
The old man has white hair and beard. He is the grandfather of his wife and the great-grandfather of his daughter, so he still needs to be taken good care of. When Zhang Yang covered him with a quilt and walked out, he told the guard at the door, "When the Emperor wakes up, prepare some food. Even if
Even if you don’t have a good appetite, you should eat some.”
"Here." The conflict between the Buddhists in Chang'an City and the DPRK broke out again, creating another situation that was difficult to deal with.
From the twelfth lunar month to now, Zhang Yang felt that it was very unaccustomed to return to the busy life in the court to get rid of such idle days.
I have almost forgotten how to salute when going to court. Many matters in the Foreign Affairs Council have also been handed over to Xiang Xiang, Da Su, and Xu Jingzong. They are also very reliable, and the path to retirement is much more stable.
I heard that Xu Jingzong still has not dealt with Wang Xuance.
"Brother-in-law!" Li Tai came in a panic,
"A few more monks came from outside the village." Zhang Yang scratched his head and said distressedly, "Just drive them away."
"There was also an old monk named Bobo who came, and he said he had a relationship with his brother-in-law."
"Then I won't see you either." Li Tai followed up and said, "This person said that if he doesn't see the Marquis of Lishan County, he will die outside."
"If you die, report it to the official. What does it have to do with us in Lishan?"
"But he said he solved the problem of life and death." Zhang Yang stopped, hesitated for a moment and said, "Then go and see him." Following his brother-in-law, he walked towards the entrance of the village. Li Tai asked again, "This monk
He has a strong background, so my brother-in-law must be careful with his words when talking to him. The court wants to convert the former Shengguang Temple into a guest house, and many Buddhist disciples are making trouble. Don't lead the fire to Lishan Mountain." Monk Popo originally said.
He was from Tianzhu and came to Chang'an during the Wude period. He brought some of the scriptures brought from Tianzhu to the Tang Dynasty and compiled the scriptures for monks in temples in various places.
The reason why Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty went to Tianzhu was also inspired by this monk. Monk Bopo, also known as Monk Guangzhi, traveled to the Western Regions and listened to Xianjie's lectures at Landuo Temple. He was a very famous figure in Chang'an City.
Monk.
After the incident at Shengguang Temple, he left Chang'an City and went to other places in the Central Plains, and then lived in Luoyang for a long time.
At this time, something happened in Luoyang and he came back. Zhang Yang walked to the entrance of the village and saw this old monk. He was skinny and skinny, leaning on a cane. His face had droopy skin and sunken eye sockets.
He looks very scary, with aged skin that seems to be hanging on a skeleton. Moreover, his skeleton is very small, and his back is hunched up like a curled up shrimp.
He took two steps forward with a cane, stretched his neck and raised his head.
"We met again, and the county prince became more and more energetic." Zhang Yang nodded and looked at him,
"At first I was just in the East Palace for a quick visit, but I didn't expect that the eminent monk would still remember me."
"Hehehe..." He gave out a charming smile,
"Before I go to see the Buddha, I want to talk to you. In fact, the poor monk has not solved the problem, and he will not be able to solve it until his death."
"Are you saying that just to see me?"
"Otherwise we won't be able to see the county marquis." Popo's voice was hoarse and his speech was very weak. The monk standing next to him looked worried, fearing that the eminent monk would die.
"I thought you monks never lied."
"This poor monk has made countless merits in this life, and the Buddha will forgive him." He looked towards the western sky with a smile on his face.
"Does the county prince know the cause and effect in the world? Does he know retribution?" The word retribution is a bit ahead of its time. This word comes from the scriptures and is usually spoken by Buddhist disciples when they recite scriptures.
Zhang Yang struggled and said, "Are you saying that everything I do now will be punished?" Popo took the stool handed by the monk, leaned on crutches to sit down with his exhausted body, and whispered, "As early as in the county
This cause was planted when Hou became the Minister of Rites, and the poor monk came here for a result, which is the cycle of cause and effect."
"But I am a person who does not believe in the cycle of cause and effect."
"No!" He was still holding the crutches with both hands, staring at Zhang Yang like a hawk,
"There is cause and effect in this world, but the county prince has always been a person who thinks very highly of himself and never takes these things seriously. The county prince's cause and effect has not yet finished."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I will control my own destiny as much as possible. I believe in my own strength, not the vague causes and effects you said, which are all false." This.
The old monk suddenly laughed again, and it must be said that his smile looked ugly.
The toothless mouth was slightly open, and his face was wrinkled together.
"County Marquis!" His tone became a little more serious.
"You are a person without faith. Even when you are facing Tian Khan, your eyes are still clear and firm. Such a person will not be recognized in the world and will be lonely throughout his life."
"Courts serve the country and receive orders from the king. Servants receive orders from their masters. Ordinary villagers receive orders from their elders. The king receives orders from heaven." Zhang Yang was silent for a while, but his words sounded reasonable.
Coupled with his hoarse voice, it is easy for people to feel a sense of admiration for him when he speaks these words. Perhaps with just a few words, he can make a strong person kneel down and become a monk, enter Buddhism and be with the ancient Buddha from then on.
It's just that these words are of no use to me. After receiving the universal value education of future generations, these words cannot inspire me at all, let alone mess up my mind.
Popo's eyes looked to the west again,
"Tianzhu is a very beautiful place, where people do not have to work hard, let alone be oppressed by the king. But when the poor monk arrived in Chang'an, he saw the decline of all things, the crying of children, and the corpses beside the Jing River.
The soldiers wore tattered armor and were dying."
"Is this how you tricked Xuanzang into traveling to the west?" Zhang Yang asked suddenly. His words were interrupted, and a trace of displeasure flashed in Popo's eyes, but he soon returned to his benevolent look.
"The county prince is not a bad person, because you never look at people from the corners of your eyes, and Xuanzang's original surname is Chen. The poor monk used to call him Chen Xuanzang. The poor monk did not lie to him. Buddhism in the Central Plains needs Tianzhu to guide it and more scriptures.
Compiling and supplementing, replacing the missing ones, this is also a matter of great merit." He raised his head slightly and said, "Xuan Zang traveled to the Western Regions and was personally welcomed by the leader of the Rong Kingdom. Nobles from all walks of life helped him, and the king of the Shi Kingdom was willing to worship him as his successor.
Prime Minister." Popo's tone was a little higher,
"These are the merits of Xuanzang. He can be admired by people everywhere. He sleeps with wild beasts, walks with poisonous snakes, is accompanied by goshawks, and protected by wolves. His merits are more than that of a poor monk.
High." Speaking of Xuanzang, the old monk's expression became more and more excited.
"It's a pity..." He lowered his head again,
"Old monk, I will never see the day Xuanzang comes back again. I will sing his merits in front of the Buddha." After saying this, the old monk recited the Buddha's name, closed his eyes and lowered his head.
It was not yet February, but the northwest wind was still very strong, making the old monk's robes rustle. After a moment of silence and then looking at him, it seemed that this man was already dead and not breathing.
He opened his eyes again, as if he had woken up from a nightmare, and there was still confusion in his eyes. Zhang Yang said slowly, "The imperial court is going to convert Shengguang Temple into a hotel. I thought you were here to plead with me and hope that I can enter."
Advise to preserve the former site of Shengguang Temple?”
"This Central Plains belongs to the Khan of Heaven. No one can influence the decision made by the Khan of Heaven. No one can disobey the Khan of Heaven. Just like a Buddhist can't withstand the 600,000 troops inside and outside the pass."
"You said that Xuanzang was admired by people in the Western Regions. Is there any possibility that it was because of the power of the Tang Dynasty? When the Western Regions were included in the territory of the Tang Dynasty, Xuanzang's journey home would be shortened by 30,000 miles. He would arrive in the Western Regions
Xuanzang was from the Tang Dynasty, so the countries in the Western Regions naturally did not dare to neglect him, or perhaps they wanted to please him to please Tian Khan." Popo nodded and said, "What the county prince said makes sense." Zhang Yang said again, "Then you
Do you still think Xuanzang’s merits are immeasurable?”
"That's natural."
"His merits are for Buddhism, not for the people of the Tang Dynasty and the country. The Western Regions have built a protective palace and compiled many geographical records to understand the scenery and language outside the customs. There is no need for a monk to do these things.
Popo retorted, "The county prince is too narrow-minded. The courtiers are for the sake of the country. But before this, no one had the courage of Xuanzang to travel thirty thousand miles alone."
"That was prompted by you, you are the instigator."
"Hehehe..." He let out a breathtaking laugh again,
"Xuan Zang is the cause, and the county prince is also the cause. When he returns to Chang'an, you will know what the fruit is like. County prince, you are a wise man. Poor monks always admire this kind of people."
"You alone refuted many famous officials in the Taiji Palace. Your sophistry skills are impressive. But the aristocratic families are united externally, but they are equally cruel internally. They are not indestructible. If something like this happened in Luoyang, those clans have already begun to fight internally.
They started a cruel struggle to share the immediate interests, but what they didn’t know was that because of this kind of internal fighting, the family would sooner or later be wiped out by the Khan of Heaven.”
"It is the best policy for the county prince to sit back and reap the benefits of being a fisherman, and to be calm and relaxed. Before he died, the poor monk wanted to ask the county prince something." Zhang Yang nodded and said, "You can ask."
"How did the temple collapse?" Even though this monk was almost dying of old age, his eyes were very sharp. This insight into people's hearts was disgusting.
"How do I know?" Popo added, "How did the auspiciousness in the sky achieve it?" Zhang Yang looked unhappy.
"Don't you only ask one thing?" He shook his head and said, "The county prince only needs to answer one of the questions."
"I don't know what happened back then, and I don't know what happened to the auspiciousness. I suggest you see the Buddha after your death. The Buddha will definitely answer you. Why bother asking me again." Zhang Yang nodded and looked at him, looking down from above.
Poppo left, disappointed. This long conversation was also heard by the accompanying monks. Since they believed in the mysterious Buddha, they used unexplainable power to deal with them. This power is science.
That night, Zhang Yang held his daughter in his arms and taught her how to hold the tachyon. He heard the news from his aunt, which was surprising.
Popo also called back those monks who demolished Shengguang Temple during the rebellion in Chang'an City, and killed all the troublemaking monks.
Dozens of corpses were displayed in Xingshan Temple, and Popo himself lay in front of the Buddha, fell asleep and passed away.
The master was in a bad mood and kept banging firewood. Xiao Wu and Xu Hui didn't know what was happening in the outside world. There were many things that could make the master unhappy, such as being impeached or being plotted by the courtiers of Chang'an City.
Someone who is Your Majesty will be inexplicably angry.
He killed these troublemaking monks to preserve his foundation. As long as these monks stopped fighting and the new monastery could be built smoothly, Li Shimin's anger would not be implicated in Buddhism.
Using retreat as an opportunity to advance, the DPRK had nothing to say. And since he himself passed away, the DPRK could no longer pursue the lives of these people.
"Vicious old monk! You killed dozens of people on the spot. How can you count your merits?" Zhang Yang cursed in his heart and cracked open a piece of firewood with all his strength.
Such an old monk died, and he killed so many people before he died, not to mention how a dying old monk managed to kill so many people in one night.
After all, he was a native of Tianzhu, and of course all the monks considered themselves to be monks. Due to the relationship between the Tang Dynasty and Tianzhu, the Foreign Affairs Commission drafted a memorial and sent it to the court, waiting for the fate of the Tianzhu Khan.
The Lantern Festival is here, and the village cooks a lot of rice and noodles to celebrate the coming year.