Chapter Thirty-Three (Deng Chan to ask for a red ticket)
Zen masters holding golden wheels, palace maids holding white butter lotus flowers, rows of attendants holding gorgeous Dharma covers, cavalry with scimitars at their waists, musicians blowing Dharma conchs and playing Huqin...a huge and holy team guarding the temple.
Embracing Emperor Tang Zang and the Empress Dowager, they left the palace and the imperial city.
The whole Liusha City is sleepless.
Everyone who learned the news immediately spread the news as quickly as possible. Almost everyone washed up as quickly as possible, put on their costumes, and walked out solemnly.
Even some old people who were too old to move were supported by their descendants and gathered on the main road from the imperial city to the outside of the city to see off their beloved empress dowager in person.
In this sultry night, people seeing him off formed two long queues. The oil lamps they held in their hands shone brightly, as if they were burning to the sky.
Many people began to chant sutras, peacefully and peacefully.
Tang Zang has been short of water since ancient times, but springs emerged from the cracks in the ground and stretched throughout the territory of Tang and Zang. The Ten Thousand Spring Sacred River, which Tang and Zang depended on for survival, has been increasingly depleted since a hundred years ago.
This was a crime from God. Many tribes in Tang and Tibet began to move westward, but the fertile land was occupied by fifteen tribes of Western Yi tribes. Under internal and external difficulties, people's hearts were separated, and rebellions and wars occurred year after year.
A real locust plague came to Tang and Tibet, and 50% of the newborns died of starvation.
There was no rain for another three months, and just when all the soldiers and civilians of Tang and Tibet thought that heaven would destroy Tang and Zang, the saint wearing Prajna Zen clothes crossed the Red Scorpion Desert with her bare feet and became the Queen of Tang and Zang.
The queen prayed to the sky to calm down the anger of the sky, and she was exposed to the sun for three days on a high platform. It rained heavily and the people felt at ease.
In the past few decades, the queen personally went on several expeditions to pacify the four directions, and ordered the army to search for water sources. She planted vegetation at the source of the Wanquan Tianhe River to stabilize the water and soil. Over the past few decades, there were several large patches of green soil in Tang and Tibet, and the Wanquan River was
The water flow of Quan Sheng River will no longer decrease.
When the late emperor passed away a few years ago, the queen put down the rebellion among the three relatives and five tribes, and helped the young Emperor Fengxuan ascend the throne.
Nowadays, the government of the ancient Tang Dynasty has become more harmonious, everything is renewed, and the Liusha City of Kyoto can hardly close its doors at night. However, the empress who has devoted her life to the people and has become the empress dowager is tired and wants to leave.
In the chariot, the Empress Dowager, who was no longer full of prosperity and had put on an old yellow Zen robe, was unable to get up. However, she still asked several personal maids to hand out five-color silk, which symbolized good luck and peace, to thank the people for their support.
deliver.
She thought of those days when she walked through the desert and walked here with bones and bones everywhere. When she saw the brilliant fires on both sides of the road, the glow on her face became even stronger. She held Emperor Fengxuan's hand with a little more strength and relief.
He smiled and said: "Child... you must always understand that death is like a lamp going out. No matter how big the country is, no matter how big the palace is, when we sleep at night, we only need a couch and close our eyes.
Then it is extinguished in the eyes, and it will be extinguished forever. Human beings cannot bring anything when they are born, and they turn into dust when they die, and they cannot take anything away. In this world, there is nothing more meaningful than living in the hearts of others with joy. Name,
It is false, but their love and joy make you happy when you look at them, but this is real."
Emperor Fengxuan looked at his mother's face, the brilliance on her face, and then at the crowd of people who spontaneously passed each other by. He once again understood many things. He knew that this was the meaning of his mother's life. He clicked again.
He nodded and said, "I understand, kid."
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Just as Tang Zang and his team left Liusha City and began to cross the Red Scorpion Desert as fast as possible, a man wearing ordinary green cloth walked into the Biluo Border Gate Common People's City and walked towards the dead road.
A deep alley with dozens of Yunqin practitioners.
His ink is as thick as ink, his lips are as red as brocade, his body is as if made of iron, and the lines on his face are indescribably cold and perseverant. He is exactly the Wenren General who shocked the world with his bravery and iron-bloodedness.
Behind him was a silent archer who was carrying a vermilion steel longbow. He was in his forties, with no expression on his flat face. The vermilion steel longbow on his body was covered with cloth.
Full of spark-like runes, the bow is exceptionally long.
Wenren Cang Yue walked into the alley with an expressionless face and walked slowly. The alley was already empty. After stopping for a while in front of several high pavilions, he walked to the earthen wall hut where Cheng Xiangyi was that day.
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The earth-walled hut has been cleared out, and Cheng Xiangyi's body has been inspected and buried, but the two broken swords are lying quietly in the dust, waiting for the arrival of General Wenren.
He looked at the two broken swords and counted the breaths, then moved forward, zigzagging in the deep alley, and entered the small courtyard that originally belonged to Luo Li, the head of the Department of Internal Affairs.
The small courtyard has also been cleared, but there is a deep arrow hole left in the ground.
"This is the cultivation level of a holy master who has just been able to completely control the flying sword. She has killed so many people. She has been seriously injured under your combined blow... And judging from her movement, she is not Tang
The cultivators in Tibet are not the cultivators in the south." Wenren Cang Yue looked at the red maple tree with only one remaining tree, and suddenly said expressionlessly: "At such an age, with such methods...and being able to know the gods,
He disappeared unnoticed and allowed Nanshan Mu's order to be conveyed, leaving thousands of soldiers behind. Only those who can use the emperor's people and orders can do this."
The silent archer remained silent.
He knew that he should remain silent, because General Wenren was only telling him to listen, and because the ghost military advisor was not around, he wanted to tell others, but there was only one missing person.
Wen Ren Cang Yue's eyes stayed on the wall of this small courtyard.
He knew everything about Nanshan Mu, and knew that Nanshan Mu jumped over this wall that day just to drag Luo Li to his death, but a holy master-level practitioner unexpectedly appeared in this place!
"Zhou Shoufu...I thought you just didn't want me to become one of the Nine Elders. I didn't expect that you had already prepared such a powerful practitioner and were ready to deal with me. You actually didn't even try to pacify me after so many years.
The illustrious achievements on the west side are not even considerate!"
Wenren Cang Yue didn't know that even the emperor and the eldest princess were still in the dark at this moment, and others didn't know at all that the ghost military advisor was not only his loyal subordinate, but also a good friend of his when he was young and frivolous. If he was here
If there is a true friend in the world, then this person can only be a ghost strategist.
Wenren Cang Yue slowly raised her head and looked at the sky.
He wanted to punch a hole in the sky.
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A bald monk wearing bronze Zen robes stood quietly on a sand dune.
He clasped his hands together, and there was a black gold Zen staff of the same height as him stuck in the sand beside him.
There are ancient runes on the Zen staff, and there are nine golden rings embedded in the head of the staff, which look like lotus flowers.
The scorching sunshine shone on him, the heat rose from the ground, and the air twisted, like a sea of fire, but he remained indifferent and just looked into the distance.
His figure does not look tall, but every muscle on his body is as high as a rock. He looks amazingly strong, giving people an unprecedented sense of strength. There is not a drop of sweat on his body, but on the contrary
There was a faint layer of golden light shining faintly.
The string of beads hanging on his chest is made of some kind of golden wood. Each beads is the size of a child's fist, which makes him look indescribably majestic and holy.
He didn't know how long he had been standing there for a long time, but a real meteorite and flowing fire fell from the sky into the vast sea of sand in front of him. The ground shook, and many red scorpions crawled out, some as big as a palm. However,
But he was still like a god, motionless.
After a long time, a team appeared in the direction he was looking calmly.
This procession, all driven by light chariots, was the procession of Emperor Tang Zang Fengxuan and the Empress Dowager.
Seeing the procession getting closer and closer, the monk said nothing, just turned around and started walking ahead as if leading the way.
He was barefoot and didn't seem to be walking very fast. However, the chariots pulled by horses took turns behind him, but they could never surpass him, and were always thousands of steps away from him.
Where he passed, the thick yellow sand was blown away by the soft breath emanating from his body. Under the thick yellow sand, like a miracle, an ancient yellow brick road was revealed.
The convoy moved forward on the ancient yellow brick road, becoming more and more smooth.
All the people in this line, except for the Empress Dowager whose face had a stronger glow and a more peaceful expression, the rest of them looked at the back of the barefoot monk in front of them, all with indescribable shock and shock.
In front of the monk there was still a sea of sand, and a big mountain vaguely appeared.
The monk walked towards the mountain.
Even though the emperor and the empress dowager were in the queue, many people in the queue still let out uncontrollable exclamations when they saw the "big mountain" clearly, and their bodies trembled violently as if they were being pricked by needles.
It was not a big mountain, but three giant Buddhas half-buried in the hills. They were so majestic and solemn that it was unimaginable.
One of them lost his head, and one of them had two arms broken off. Only one of them was intact, but the bodies of the three statues were also covered with several huge cracks and some deep cuts.
These three giant Buddhas have obviously experienced countless unknown years, but they are as tall as the sky and the earth. They are so tall and solemn that they are so unimaginable that anyone who sees them will be trembling and unable to control themselves. It makes people unable to understand at all.
, I can’t imagine how it is possible to carve such a huge giant Buddha with human power.
This is truly an unimaginable miracle.
"Is this the Prajna Buddha that my mother often talks about?"
Looking at the three giant Buddhas buried in the yellow sand, whose clothes were more wrinkled than a train captain, looking at this miracle, after several days of arduous trek down, Emperor Fengxuan's face was covered with dust and blackened, and his mind went blank. He only felt that he was in this vast place.
Under the heaven, earth and giant Buddha, it is extremely small.
Before the monk walked past the three giant Buddhas, the yellow sand beneath his feet floated, revealing a wide and dilapidated staircase.
Behind this giant Buddha, which stands tall on the sky and on the earth, is a deep ravine and a huge canyon.
The roofs of some shimmering Buddhist temples are slightly above the ground, built in this deep canyon.
"You guys stop it."
At this moment, everyone else in the team was once again trembling to the point of being unable to control themselves. What made them all bow to each other was that the Queen Mother, who had been seriously ill and bedridden for a long time, actually stood up on her own.
"Accompany me on this last journey."
A faint golden light shone from her body, making her even old and haggard body exude a holy radiance, like the burning of the last wick in a butter lamp.
She held Emperor Fengxuan's hand, and with an unquestionable look and tone, she asked Emperor Fengxuan to support her, followed the monk, and walked step by step.
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(Today’s red tickets are very impressive. Thank you all for your support. Keep asking for red tickets... This chapter will be updated and there will be an update in the evening.)