But consent is also not feasible. The temple field is equivalent to the foundation of the temple. If the foundation is dug away, can it still survive?
The current situation is a dilemma.
Thinking of this, Huixin suddenly became nervous.
Zong Lai didn't have the slightest worry. Instead, he smiled and said: "Junior sister, don't worry, I was just like you. When I heard this poem, I suddenly felt that the sky was falling. But now I feel that this may not be the end of the world. It’s all bad.”
"This, this is still a good thing? What does senior brother say..."
Zong Lu waved his hands and did not explain too much to Huixin. He just sighed and said: "Besides, this matter is not something that Han Du can decide. What the outcome will be depends on the emperor's wishes."
Huixin listened and nodded secretly. She also heard Zong Long talk about this matter. Although Han Du repeatedly said firmly that this matter was his idea, both Zong Long and Huixin thought that Lao Zhu was manipulating everything behind the scenes.
Although Lao Zhu did not manipulate Han Du to cancel the Buddhist temple field, he still paid attention to Han Du. He was also worried that something would happen if Han Du was reckless. Although Lao Zhu was absolutely confident that he could protect Han Du, if things got too big, it would not look good.
"I was worried that being sentimental would harm my holy life, and when I entered the mountains, I was afraid that I would not be able to live in a beautiful city. I have peace of mind in this world, and I will live up to the Tathagata and live up to you."
Lao Zhu spread out the rice paper and wrote with unparalleled power, which seemed to be hearty and hearty. Looking at the poems on the imperial desk, Lao Zhu savored them carefully. After a long time, he raised his head and sighed: "This boy is very talented, and he is not shy even if he causes trouble. If this poem is really spread, Buddhism will not let it go." Did you eat it?"
Just when Lao Zhu was about to give instructions, Queen Ma came with a bowl of ginseng tea.
"What is the emperor talking about? What did he eat?"
Lao Zhu raised his eyes and saw Queen Ma Nuan Nuan coming, he laughed quickly, waved to Queen Ma and said: "Come on, sister, how do you like this poem Nuan Nuan?"
Queen Ma thought that Lao Zhu had written another poem, so she walked over with a smile, put down the ginseng tea in her hand and handed it to Lao Zhu. Only then did I have time to look back and read the poems on the imperial desk.
After just one glance, Queen Ma's eyes suddenly lit up, and she praised repeatedly: "What a good poem, it is in line with the emperor's experience. I didn't expect that the emperor would write another masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation."
Lao Zhu originally just drank the ginseng tea as usual, but he did not expect that Queen Ma would mistakenly think that the poem was composed by herself. Lao Zhu suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked at Queen Ma, and asked in surprise: "Why do you think this was done by me? Where did you see it?"
Empress Ma thought the emperor was testing her, so she said with a smile: "What's so hard to see about this? The emperor used to be a monk in Huangjue Temple. If he had fallen in love with that girl at that time, wouldn't it be because he thought that being passionate would harm his Buddhist life and went to the mountains? Are you afraid that you won't be able to fall in love with the city?"
Also, can it still be understood this way?
Lao Zhu suddenly felt very embarrassed. Who asked him to become a monk?
But Lao Zhu is also a shrewd person. After seeing Queen Ma finish speaking, he stared at himself and started laughing. He still didn't understand that Queen Ma was deliberately making fun of him?
He explained angrily: "I almost starved to death at that time, and I just became a monk. I don't even know if I can save my life. There will be some girl you said you know there..."
"Humph, that's not necessarily the case. You are the emperor anyway, and as long as you don't want my concubine to know what you do, it's impossible for me to know."
It's not scary when a scholar meets soldiers, but what's scary is when he meets a woman who doesn't listen to your explanation.
Faced with Queen Ma's nonsense, Lao Zhu also felt a headache. He didn't care about showing off, and quickly slipped Han Du out to ward off the disaster.
"This was done by Han Du."
"Did Han Du make it?" As expected, women love novelty, and Queen Ma's attention was instantly attracted.
"With his talent, it's reasonable to write such a poem. But it's wrong. He has never been a monk. How could he write something that is worthy of the Tathagata and worthy of your Majesty? It could not have been written by you, the emperor. Now I am watching The explanation was unclear, so you deliberately said it was Han Du, right?" It was okay that Lao Zhu didn't explain, but the explanation made Queen Ma even more suspicious.
Living up to the Tathagata, this must be someone from the Buddhist sect who would say such a thing.
Han Du has not become a monk and does not believe in Buddhism, so there is no reason for him to say words that live up to the Tathagata.
"I..." Lao Zhu was stunned when he heard this, and he also understood the connection.
Now the explanation is becoming more and more unclear. If the explanation is not clear, then there will be no explanation. Lao Zhu said angrily: "When Han Du was reciting poems, Li Xiucai was also there. If you don't believe me, you can ask him."
"I believe it. How could I not believe it?" Queen Ma burst out laughing.
When Lao Zhu saw Queen Ma smiling happily, he breathed a sigh of relief, just when he thought the matter was over.
Queen Ma's next words made his heart beat violently again.
"But if there is a chance, I will naturally ask him."
Queen Ma's mood was aroused, and Lao Zhu, who had no regrets at first, felt as if he was somehow in the wrong.
The next day, Lao Zhu was reviewing the memorial, and the old eunuch walked quietly to his side.
"What's the matter?" Lao Zhu asked without raising his head.
The old eunuch hurriedly leaned over and said, "Back to the emperor, Zen Master Zong of Tianjie Temple asks for an audience."
Lao Zhu felt a little strange when he heard Zong Li asked for an audience. You must know that although he and Zong Long had a close relationship, Zong Long would never take the initiative to come to the palace to find him. Zong Long would only come after Lao Zhu issued an order.
what is it today? The sun comes out in the west?
Lao Zhu put down his imperial pen, thought for a moment, and then said, "Let him wait in the imperial study room. I will be there soon."
"According to the order." The old eunuch leaned over and agreed, but just when he was about to turn around and retreat, the old eunuch added, "Your Majesty, there is something different about Zen Master Zonglong today."
Lao Zhu frowned slightly, looking at this old eunuch who had never said a word since he had been serving him, and didn't understand what was wrong with him today.
After pondering for a while, he said: "I understand."
Lao Zhu came to the imperial study room. As soon as he entered the door and saw Zong Li standing up from the chair, his pupils suddenly shrank violently.
He murmured to himself: "Li Xiucai, what are you, what are you..."
If people could tell that the original Zong Lai was a virtuous and eminent monk at a glance, then to Lao Zhu, the current Zong Lai is just an old farmer sitting in the fields.
A smile appeared on Zong's face, he clasped his hands towards Lao Zhu and said, "Amitabha, thanks to the emperor's great blessing, this poor monk is what he is today."
