The communications used are all encrypted satellite signals from Dameng.
After Xie Zelong took over Jiuxuan Technology, 36 such communication satellites were secretly launched within half a year.
Needless to say, the communication capabilities are so strong.
Jiuxuan can be regarded as the representative force of black technology in communication technology in this era.
When Xie Zelong saw the name Sokora Yoko, he was a little confused.
His intelligence system really hasn't touched the core level of Sanba Society.
However, Jiuxuan intelligence is also quite developed.
To say it is spread all over the world is an understatement.
Xie Zelong didn't say anything and quickly replied: "It has been arranged, check it out!"
Song Sanxi replied: "ok!"
Then, they went back to eat and drink, then enjoyed the Blue Sky Well and they played music and danced.
Japanese service, just be casual, I don't care...
After the meal, Song Sanxi expressed his gratitude and even asked if he could invite Miss Sozora Yoko to the castle to prepare such a meal for everyone?
Lulupi said of course, but she would have to consult the Saint Sakyamuni and her aunt Yehenalati.
Aang Kongjing is depressed inside. I still have to go over and cook?
However, she agreed gently and said she was very willing to go. Because of the habits of Saint Sakyamuni, she knew how to cook vegetarian dishes.
Seeing this, Lu Lupi said that he would ask for instructions tomorrow.
Song Sanxi thought for a while and said that's it, I'll go back and ask for instructions.
After that, he went back to the castle alone.
When he returned to the castle, he waited for a while.
Because in Saint Yehenalati’s prayer room, there was still the sound of chanting sutras.
Her voice is slightly magnetic, very soft, somewhat translucent, even ethereal.
The Buddhist scriptures recited from her mouth have a unique soul-cleansing charm, which makes people enjoy it very much.
Song Sanxi suddenly felt like a dream.
It feels like dreaming back to a past life.
In his previous life, her sutras gave him a lot of inspiration and he benefited a lot.
In this life, it is still the same.
Just outside the sutra room, under the thick bodhi tree, Song Sanxi actually sat down in the Buddha's position.
Closing your eyes and listening silently is actually a kind of enjoyment.
The castle guard not far away looked at him and couldn't help but nod secretly.
Professor Song is really amazing!
Sitting and sitting on the plate are all like the graceful posture of the Buddha.
Even Yehenalati, who came out after evening classes, looked at him not far away and couldn't help but feel shocked.
This dreamy young man with a Buddha-like temperament seemed to be in trance.
His aura, like the wind coming from the holy peak, stirred her heart.
The plain and transparent sea of mind, the waveless water surface, actually rippled again.
There were two faint blushes on her elegant and refined face, and she felt a little hot.
She felt something was wrong with herself.
I secretly recited Namo Sakyamuni Buddha several times before I calmed down.
Under the moonlight, her figure was like water, her expression was calm, but she walked over with steps full of Holy Spirit.
She opened her red lips lightly and spoke softly like a dream, like the chant of a saint:
"Mr. Song, come back. The night air is very cold, which is not good for your health."
Song Sanxi suddenly came to his senses and looked up.
Good guy!
The saint's ancient robe, made of silk, was swaying in the night wind.
Those extremely long and beautiful legs are completely outlined.
The pure fragrance of Buddhist sandalwood on her body is refreshing to the soul.
Song Sanxi smiled, stood up, and said with some embarrassment: "The saint is concerned about it, thank you! I really didn't expect that the saint's evening class chanting would make people intoxicated and feel something, so I decided to enter meditation for a while.
It’s good.”
There was a slight smile on Yehenalati's face, "Mr. Song, thank you very much. This is just my ordinary life."
How to say?
Even if she is a saint, she is still a woman.
There are few women who don't like compliments from others.
Song Sanxi smiled and nodded, "The daily life of a saint is a kind of inspiration. Her teachings are profound and admirable. It really feels good. Listening to you once is better than reading ten years of scriptures."
"Sir, this is really flattering. If you like to listen and have time, just listen to it! The Dharma is in your heart, and it is transparent and natural."
"Thank you, Holy Lady, for your advice. I have learned from it. But..."
As he said this, Song Sanxi subconsciously connected with Buddhism.
As a result, the two of them discussed it for two hours under the full moonlight.
Just standing there, talking about scriptures and Taoism in the coolness of the night, I felt very happy.
Song Sanxi’s Buddhist insights were profound and accumulated in his previous life!
Moreover, he returned the guidance from Yehenalati in his previous life intact.
Because we met in the previous life, it was ten years from now.
At this time, the saint's understanding of Buddhism and Taoism was far less profound and transparent than when they met in her previous life.
This is interesting, and Yehenalati benefited greatly from it.
I have great admiration and respect for this young man with big dreams.
Later, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening local time, and the saint was yawning, and she still didn't want to leave.
Song Sanxi stopped discussing the scriptures in time and said, after all, he was controlling the rhythm of the entire chat, and he was controlling it very well.
Song Sanxi just mentioned that he needed to rest early, as it was getting late, and by the way, Cang Kongjing was coming over to cook.
Yehenalati agreed happily and expressed his welcome.
So, we made an appointment for tomorrow night!
Afterwards, Song Sanxi said goodbye to the saint and went back to sleep.
Yehenalati, on the other hand, stood there and watched him walk into the gate of the inner fort before turning back.
Her body and mind had never been so happy.
It feels ethereal, comfortable, and the body movements are extremely light.
But that night, the saint actually had a dream.
It's been many years since I've had a dream.
When I woke up, I didn't expect that I would dream about Song Sanxi.
There were two unusual touches of red on the saint's face...
After Song Sanxi returned, she passed by the big garden and suddenly remembered what Sarana had said.
Oh haha!
Buddhism is wrong!
It's so late, is she asleep?
So, don’t go there!
Besides, regarding this matter, Godfather Xi still had some knots in his heart.
The identities are different!
He now represents a big dream!
The interests of the country must be placed above all else!
Sharana represents Ayin, she is a princess!
The enmity between A Yin and Dameng has always existed, so I won’t say more about it.
Song Sanxi could only sigh and shake his head, that's all, go to bed early, don't miss the princess.
He is only nineteen years old.
If the fire is not contained by the paper and the news spreads, will that little old man Modise be angry to death?
So Song Sanxi went back to his room.
After entering, turn right and go to the bathroom.
He brushed his teeth and took a shower.
There, you have the best bath towel, wrap it around you, go out, and go back to the bedroom.
Pushing open the bedroom door, under the light of the Buddhist lamp inside, he was shocked to discover!
On the antique wooden bed, Sarana hugged the silk blanket and exposed her charming snow-white arms.
She is facing the direction of the door, her body line is undulating gracefully.
However, she had already fallen asleep.
An extremely pretty little face, as calm as a saint.