Xuandu courtyard.
The little flower goddess woke up in the warm morning light. She stretched out, opened her hazy sleepy eyes, and said with a milky voice: Daddy... I'm hungry..."
As she spoke, she slid down her long hair and got into Li Daoxuan's arms, as if looking for a place to nurse. "Woof woof, who are you monsters? Don't hurt my master!"
Xiaotian's nose was the sharpest, and he instantly smelled the alluring fragrance. He opened his big mouth and used his devouring power, like a black hole, distorting the surrounding light.
"Whoa!"
The little flower god let out an excited cry, and then his upper body was sucked into Xiaotian's mouth, while his two slender legs were still spinning outside.
But she didn't seem scared at all, and instead let out a clear laugh.
Xiaotian suddenly felt that his dignity as a dog demon had been insulted. It bit the little flower god with its sharp teeth, preparing to give him a meal.
However, there was a crisp sound!
Xiaotian's tears almost flowed out, and he vomited out the little flower god and a broken tooth.
The little flower god flapped its wings and flew staggeringly towards the roaring sky. She opened her snow-white hands and showed a pure and flawless smile.
"Fun...hungry..."
For some reason, Xiaotian looked at her harmless smile, his thighs trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "You... don't come over!"
However, it was too late. The little flower god got into Xiaotian's chest, smelled something, then opened his mouth and bit it fiercely.
In the small courtyard, a tragic cry sounded...···
When Li Dao insult.
A cute figure emerged from under Xiao Tian, swaying its wings like ice crystals, its face flushed, as if it was drunk.
Li Daoxuan caught her and put it in his pocket. "Master, she is so beautiful!"
Changle finished his morning practice. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the little flower god who was as exquisite as a work of art. His dark eyes immediately became bright.
The little flower goddess fell asleep again. She looked very sleepy when she was just born. Her little hands were tightly holding a strand of Li Daoxuan's hair, her mouth was slightly open, and her red lips were pouty.
"Even though she is small, she is really capable. She is of the flower god's bloodline. The nectar she collects can even help people cultivate and become immortals!"
Hearing the words "cultivate to become an immortal", Xiaotian, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, suddenly became energetic. He stared at the little flower god, as if looking at some diluted treasure.
"Master, can I touch her?" "Of course."
Chang Le carefully stretched out his hand, sometimes touching her nose, sometimes pinching her face, he really couldn't put it down.
Xuanzang couldn't help but stepped forward and asked: "Brother, has Your Majesty agreed to your going to Shangyang City?"
Li Daoxuan nodded and said: "Xuan Zang, go back and pack your things. Bring Xiaotang. We are going to Shangyang City today to find the whereabouts of Master Sanle."
Xuanzang was overjoyed when he heard this and hurried back to pack his luggage.
"Master, where is Shangyang City?"
Changle asked while touching the little flower god. "In Luoyang."
"Luoyang is quite far away from Chang'an. Master, can you take Changle with you on your trip this time?"
Xiao Changle pouted, gently pulled Li Daoxuan's sleeve, and put on a pitiful look. His cute look could melt an iceberg.
"Chang Le is very well-behaved and will not cause trouble to Master. Chang Le can also cook, wash clothes, and read to Master to relieve his boredom. Oh, by the way, Chang Le can also dance, sing, and play the piano..."
She counted on her white and tender fingers, and listed many of her own advantages in succession, like a little aunt selling melons.
Li Daoxuan sighed and said, "But both your Majesty and the Queen are reluctant to let you leave."
If she just stayed here for one night, that would be okay, but if she was taken to Luoyang thousands of miles away, I'm afraid His Majesty's jealousy would be overturned.
He knew how much Li Shimin loved Changle. He was like the apple of his eye, and he was afraid of melting when he held it in his hand.
There are so many princesses in the royal family, but Li Daoxuan always feels that only Changle is his biological child...
Changle didn't say anything. She lowered her head. Her big, clear eyes suddenly became filled with tears. Pearl-like tears slowly slid down, leaving two lines of tear marks on her delicate white jade face.
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Li Daoxuan suddenly felt pity in his heart. He thought that although Changle had been pampered since childhood, he was trapped in the palace and could not go anywhere, just like a caged bird, a canary.
"Oh, that's it. I will take you with me as my master, but you have to agree, and you must definitely listen to the master's words. In addition, you must leave a letter to your father. It is best to use tactful words to coax him more."
"Yeah, master is the best!!!"
Xiao Changle immediately turned from sadness to joy, and all the tears in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a bright smile.
Li Daoxuan shook his head and said with a smile: "You are really a little kid."
He still doesn't understand that Changle's appearance of pear blossoms and rain just now was actually an act. It can only be said that women are born to be actors, and the more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at acting.
Zhang Wuji's mother really didn't lie.
Changle hugged his master's arm and said happily: "I know that master loves Changle the most. Unlike my father, he only has those memorials in his heart. Sometimes he doesn't even care about me and my mother..."
Tai Chi Palace.
After Li Shimin summoned several ministers and dealt with some political affairs, before he had time to rest, he asked Gao Quan about Chang Le's whereabouts.
"Gao Quan, Taichong will leave Chang'an recently. Considering the time, Chang Le should also return to the palace. Li Shimin always feels a little uncomfortable not hearing that clear and lively voice like a lark.
Gao Quan flattered: "The master and the princess have a deep love for each other. They may be saying goodbye. I believe that after a while, the princess will come back to see you!"
Li Shimin laughed heartily and said, "Speaking of which, my daughter likes to stick to me the most. It seems that my quiet days are over."
Gao Quan also smiled and said: "Although the Imperial Master is the princess's master, you and the princess are close relatives after all. The one who is most nervous about the princess has to be your majesty!"
Li Shimin pointed at him and cursed with a smile: "You really know how to talk with your mouth."
After a pause, he warned again: "Let's just talk about this in private, but don't say it in front of Tai Chong, I'm afraid he will be offended, hahaha..."
"Report!"
At this moment, a little eunuch outside the door hurriedly ran over, holding a letter in his hand.
"Your Majesty, Your Highness the Princess did not return to the palace, but asked her personal maid to deliver this letter!" Li Shimin immediately walked down and picked up the letter, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.
When I opened the letter, I saw a few lines of elegant large characters written on it, which were my daughter's handwriting.
"Father, Master and I are going to Luoyang to play. You don't have to worry. After all, Master has great powers and he will protect me, hehe~"
Changle is gone...
"By the way, father, don't tell the queen, I'm afraid she will worry. If the queen asks, just say that I am in retreat with the master."
She also learned to lie...
"Finally, father, please don't blame Master. You don't understand him. He actually respects you very much. It was Changle who worked hard to get Master to agree this time. If you blame him, blame Changle!"
You don’t know him... "Your Majesty?"
After seeing His Majesty read the letter, Gao Quan's whole body became stiff and his palms trembled slightly.
For a long time, Li Shimin's mouth trembled, and he sat back on the dragon chair in despair, and a sigh sounded faintly in the Manna Hall.
"Female university... I can't stay!"
Head to Chang'an Station in the morning and stay in Shangyang City in the evening.
At midnight in the afternoon, accompanied by the magnificent dusk, a group of people appeared in Shangyang City in Luoyang. The sun sets in the west and the sky is filled with rays of rays. The scenery in Shangyang City is beautiful, like a paradise.
It is not as majestic and prosperous as Chang'an, but it has a unique tranquility and calmness. Pedestrians coming and going do not look in a hurry, but look very leisurely, with a kind of transcendent and worldly plainness in their eyes.
This place does not look like a city, but more like a temple.
The reason why Li Daoxuan thought so was that he found that almost all the passers-by here were wearing a string of Buddhist beads on their hands. The storytellers in the teahouses and restaurants were not telling strange things about the world, but stories about eminent monks, such as Kumarajiva. Varied.
"This Kumarajiva is an enlightened monk in India, but he married twelve wives in his life, breaking the sexual precepts. When he was finally cremated, the base of his tongue was burned and motionless, leaving behind tongue relics that are still enshrined in the White Horse Temple! "
The storyteller spoke passionately and with respect, but some people in the audience did not buy it.
"Why is a monk who married twelve wives and broke the sexual precept still called an eminent monk? If all these are eminent monks, wouldn't the monks of White Horse Temple already have many children?"
Someone laughed.
The storyteller was not angry. He turned the prayer beads in his hand and said, "Back then, other monks also used this point to attack Kumarajiva and wanted to imitate him in marrying and having children. Kumarajiva did not immediately defend himself, but was very Did something calmly.”
"What's up?"
The storyteller said calmly: "Kumarāshi put a handful of silver needles into the water, and then swallowed them all. He said that if people in the world can imitate me, they must first drink the needles to quench their thirst."
Everyone was silent for a moment.
The storyteller continued: "In fact, the reason why Kumarajiva married a wife was because he was forced by those in power. In order to translate scriptures and promote Buddhism, he endured humiliation and lived in the world. Later, he and his disciples successively translated "Short Prajna" , "Lotus", "Vimalakirti" and other sutras, and made a great wish that if there are no errors in the sutras that I translate, I will definitely leave hyoid bone relics after my death!"
"As a result, the fire burned for seven days and seven nights, and Kumarajiva's body was turned into ashes, except for the base of his tongue, which was as hard as stone and turned into a relic!"
After listening to the storyteller's narration, everyone immediately respected Kumarajiva and felt that he was worthy of the name of an eminent monk. At this time, the storyteller changed his tone and said, "It is said that Kumarajiva saw the future before his death and left a prophecy."
"What prophecy? Tell me quickly!"
The storyteller's eyes were profound and he said: "Kumarashi once predicted that more than two hundred years later, Maitreya will be reborn, and King Ming will come to the world to recreate the universe and relieve all the suffering in the world!"
Someone calculated: "Master Kumarajiva was from the Eastern Jin Dynasty, more than two hundred years ago... isn't that now?" Someone exclaimed: "Maitreya was reborn, and King Ming came to the world. Could it be said? It’s what happened some time ago—” “Shh!”
An old man made a gesture of silence, and then looked at several people in the teahouse.
Those few looked like outsiders, including a young and handsome Taoist priest, a young Taoist boy with delicate features, a young monk with red lips and white teeth, and a little black dog gnawing on bones.
This is a rather strange combination, a monk and a Taoist priest walking together.
You must know that the Tang Dynasty respected Taoism as the state religion, and Buddhism's status was not very high. Therefore, monks and Taoist priests have never been easy to deal with. Such a harmonious combination is indeed rare.
"Master, please have tea!"
Changle put on the clothes of a Taoist boy, tied up in a Taoist bun, and disguised herself as a man. At a young age, she had a clear and pure temperament, and her flawless handsomeness attracted attention.
She skillfully made a pot of tea for Li Daoxuan, her movements were smooth and flowing, and soon the elegant fragrance of tea floated out, making people salivate.
Li Dao
"Maitreya is reborn, and King Ming comes to the world to recreate the universe..."
Li Dao Something happened. What was it? "
The man quickly lowered his head and said: "Nothing, gaffe, gaffe!"
Li Dao World or something like that?”
Xuanzang clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, brother, Kumarajiva is an eminent monk that I admire very much. According to Buddhist scriptures, he only left one last word before his death, that is, if the scriptures I translated are correct, I should leave them Hyoid bone relic.”
After a pause, he said firmly: "Other than that, I have no last words!"
Li Daoxuan nodded and said: "I understand, it seems that someone wants to use Kumarajiva's name to promote the so-called prophecy."
Upon hearing this, the faces of the people in the teahouse changed and they all looked at the storyteller.
The storyteller snorted coldly, continued to turn the Buddha beads in his hand, and said: "My guest, I am just a storyteller, and what I say is just for everyone's fun. You have to decide for yourself whether it is true or false. .”
Li Dao
The storyteller was shocked, and felt that there seemed to be an indescribable magic in the eyes of this young Taoist priest, like the stars and the sea, as if he could see through his disguise.
Have you met an expert?
The storyteller squinted his eyes and observed carefully, but he did not see any traces of practice on Li Daoxuan's body. It was empty, like a deep valley, and he did not look like a Taoist priest, but more like a handsome nobleman.
Maybe I saw it wrong...
The storyteller shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, this Buddhist bead is very important to me and cannot be exchanged for a thousand dollars." Li Daoxuan nodded and stopped talking.
The storyteller secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He himself wondered why he subconsciously felt pressure when facing a young Taoist priest with no cultivation.
Xuanzang couldn't help but ask: "Old man, is there an old beggar in Shangyang City with pus all over his body?
As soon as these words came out, Li Daoxuan immediately observed that the expressions of many people in the teahouse changed.
The storyteller pointed to the east and said: "There is a ruined temple in the east. Beggars live there. If you are looking for any old beggars, they should be there."
Xuanzang looked happy and said, "Thank you very much, old man, for your advice!"
He held up his umbrella and ran quickly in the direction pointed by the storyteller.
This action was very strange. It was clearly not raining outside, but the monk was holding an umbrella. It was a light pink women's umbrella.
The storyteller's eyes flashed and he sneered secretly in his heart.
This little monk looks gentle, but I didn't expect him to be a flower monk and raise a beautiful little female ghost. The world is really in decline!
"Master, why don't we go there?" Changle asked with his little face in his hands.
Li Dao
"Long live Master!!!"
Some people died, but not completely...
