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, the two sides of the Chu River and Han realms were fighting fiercely, and 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." Zhang Yang moved his rook, and her handsome man was in checkmate.
"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 and
"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 three-dimensional geometry." Formulas are like another language, and those who can understand it can naturally understand it.
. The court was about to begin in two days, and 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 imperial court is about to begin in the next two days. The city of Chang'an is in turmoil. Erlang is still not attentive enough in his work, because the Buddhist sect of Shengguang Temple has started to make trouble again." Zhang Yang swept the floor, sat at the door and whispered: "I see The soap is about to run out, the clothes should be changed, and the bedding should be changed." After a while of silence, 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 daughter-in-law and the great-grandfather of his daughter, so he still needs to be taken good care of. When Zhang Yang covered him with quilt and walked out, he told the guard at the door: "When the Emperor wakes up, prepare some food. Even if you have a bad appetite, you should eat some."
"Here." The conflict between the Buddhist sect and the central government in Chang'an City broke out again, and it was another difficult situation 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 out of such idle days.
I almost forgot how to salute before going to court. Many matters in the Foreign Affairs Council have also been handed over to Xiang Xiang, Da Su, and Xu Jingzong, who 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 is also an old monk named Bobo who came here. He said he had a relationship with his brother-in-law."
"Then I won't see him either." Li Tai followed up and said, "This man 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, and Li Tai said again: " This monk has a great background. 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 guesthouse. Many Buddhist disciples are making trouble. Don't lead the fire to Lishan Mountain." Popo said. The monk was originally from Tianzhu. He came to Chang'an as an envoy during the Wude period and brought some scriptures from Tianzhu to the Tang Dynasty. He compiled the scriptures and gave them to temple monks in various places.
The reason why Tang Xuanzang went to Tianzhu was also inspired by this monk. Monk Bobo, also known as Monk Guangzhi, traveled to the Western Regions and listened to Xianjie's lectures at Landuo Temple. He was a very famous monk in Chang'an City.
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. The skin on his face was droopy and his eye sockets were sunken.
He looks very scary, with aging skin that seems to be hanging on his frame. Moreover, his frame is very small, and his body is hunched over 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 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. He will not be able to solve it until his death."
"Did you say that just to see me?"
"Otherwise I 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 west 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 uttered by Buddhist disciples when they recite scriptures.
Zhang Yang struggled and said, "Are you saying that everything I do now will be repaid?" Popo took the stool handed by the monk, leaned on crutches to sit down with his exhausted body, and whispered: "Morning This cause was planted when the county prince 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 has a high self-esteem and has never taken these things seriously. The county prince's cause and effect has not yet finished."
"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." The old monk suddenly laughed again, and I have to say 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."
"The courtiers serve the country and receive orders from the king, servants receive orders from their masters, ordinary villagers receive orders from their elders, and the king receives orders from heaven." Zhang Yang was silent for a long time, and his words sounded reasonable.
Coupled with his hoarse voice, speaking these words makes it easy for people to feel a sense of admiration for him. 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 westward?" Zhang Yang suddenly asked. The words were interrupted, and a trace of displeasure flashed in Popo's eyes, but he soon returned to his kind 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 and replacing the missing ones 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. For the 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 strong, making the old monk's robes rustle. After a moment of silence and then looking at him, it seemed as if this man was already dead and not breathing.
He opened his eyes again, as if he had woken up from a nightmare, with a look of confusion in his eyes. Zhang Yang said slowly: "The imperial court wants to convert Shengguang Temple into a hotel. I thought you came to me to plead with me, hoping that I would advise you 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 Family. 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 in order to please the Khan." Popo nodded and said, "What the county marquis said makes sense." Zhang Yang added: " Then 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 admirable. But the aristocratic family is united externally, but they are equally cruel internally. They are not indestructible. If something like this happened in Luoyang, the internal affairs of those clans have begun. 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 be wiped out by the Khan sooner or later.”
"It is the best policy for the County Marquis to sit back and reap the benefits of the fishermen, calm down and calm down. Before he died, the poor monk wanted to ask the County Marquis something." Zhang Yang nodded and said, "You can ask."
"How did the temple collapse?" Although this monk was almost dying of old age, his eyes were very sharp. This kind of insight into people's hearts was disgusting.
"How do I know?" Popo said again: "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's going on with 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 believe in the mysterious Buddha, they use their 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 a tachyon. He heard the news from his aunt, which was surprising.
Popo also summoned back those monks who had demolished Shengguang Temple during the rebellion in Chang'an City. And all the troublemaking monks were killed.
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 cracking firewood. Xiao Wu and Xu Hui didn't know what was going on in the outside world. There were many things that could make their master unhappy, such as being impeached or being plotted by the courtiers of Chang'an City. His Majesty would 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.
Use retreat to advance, leaving the DPRK with nothing to say. And he himself passed away, and it would be hard for the government to hold these people accountable for their deaths.
"Vicious old monk! You killed dozens of people on the spot. How can you count your merits?" Zhang Yang cursed angrily in his heart and cracked open a piece of firewood with all his strength.
Such an old monk died and killed so many people before he died, not to mention how a dying old monk managed to kill so many people in one night.
Considering his identity as a native of Tianzhu, of course all the monks consider themselves monks. Due to the relationship between Datang and Tianzhu, the Foreign Affairs Commission drafted a memorial and sent it to the court, waiting for Tian Khan's fate.
The Lantern Festival is here, and the village cooks a lot of rice and noodles to celebrate the coming year.
