The next day, early morning.
As the red sun rises, the bell of the White Horse Temple also rings on time. It is simple, thick, clear and distant, which makes people feel relieved and symbolizes the official arrival of a new day.
Bells in the morning and drums in the evening, worshiping Buddha and chanting sutras.
Tourists at the foot of the mountain have been waiting outside the temple for a long time, waiting for the stick of incense above, which is said to be the most effective.
Among them, there were three people who attracted the attention of the people around them. One of them wore a white jade crown, dressed in brocade clothes, and held a folding fan. His graceful demeanor and handsome appearance made all the women who came to offer incense shine in their eyes.
The other person was a young man with red lips and white teeth, but he was wearing a hood on a hot day. His temperament was quiet and peaceful, and his eyes were clear and bright.
The last person was a child who looked to be eight or nine years old. He had fair skin, clear eyes, and sculpted facial features that made everyone look at him frequently.
These three people stood in the crowd, standing out from the crowd. Many people were whispering about their identities. They didn't know which noble family in Luoyang they were.
Changle, who was disguised as a man, held the master's hand and said with a smile: "Brother, it's so lively here!"
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Half of the people who come to offer incense are because of the Buddha statues enshrined in the White Horse Temple, and half are because of Hui Chan.
For decades, Huichan guarded Luoyang. Although he was a bit domineering, he did keep Luoyang away from the chaos of demons and demons, and the people were able to live and work in peace and contentment. This is an achievement that cannot be erased.
At a quarter of an hour, the gate of White Horse Temple officially opened, and people poured in like a tide. Li Daoxuan and the other three also entered the temple.
"Brother, White Horse Temple is indeed a world-famous ancient temple. It is solemn, solemn, vast and deep. Even the carved stone murals that can be seen everywhere are unique and seem to be the work of a master!"
Xuanzang was indeed obsessed with Buddhism. After entering the White Horse Temple, he felt as if he had found a treasure. He looked around and could hardly stop.
"Second brother, let's hurry up. If we wait any longer, it will be too late."
Changle was a little dissatisfied with Xuanzang's procrastination and urged him.
"Sir... what I'm trying to teach you is, let's leave quickly."
Xuanzang subconsciously wanted to call out to the princess, but luckily he stopped in time and instead called Changle his younger brother.
The three of them entered the White Horse Temple with their identities hidden this time, so they treated each other as brothers. Originally, Changle wanted to call Li Daoxuan daddy, but he decisively refused.
Just kidding, if His Majesty's daughter finds out, no amount of jealousy will be enough to overturn her.
The three of them pretended to be tourists and walked towards the Main Hall.
"I have calculated with Ziwei Dou that our target this time is hidden in Huitong's Zen room in the first building of Bodhi Courtyard. Later, Changle, you will wander around while I sneak in with Xuanzang."
Li Daoxuan warned.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Changle shook his head and said: "Master...brother, I also want to help you, so I can't do nothing."
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Xiao Changle pinched his waist and said angrily: "Brother, don't underestimate me, keep an eye on me!"
She walked into the Mahavira Palace and stood next to the merit box. The little person had to stand on tiptoes to be taller than the merit box, which attracted the attention of people around her.
"This little benefactor, you are still young, so it is enough if you are willing. There is no need to talk about incense and money."
The middle-aged monk who was responsible for guarding the merit box clasped his hands and showed a kind and friendly smile to Chang Le.
This little boy is so handsome and cute that anyone who looks at him will be confused.
Changle took out a few...gold leaves from his arms and said crisply: "Master, are you really unwilling to accept them?"
The monk's eyes were shocked, gold...gold leaves?
"Is it too little?"
Changle seemed a little embarrassed and timidly said: "Then I'll add more."
As she said that, she took out...a large handful of gold leaves from her arms.
Plop!
The monk almost lost his balance and bumped into the merit box. He stared closely at the large handful of gold leaves. The sun shone on them, shining with dazzling light, which almost blinded people's eyes.
Not only the monk, but other tourists who came to offer incense also looked shocked, shocked by this child's generosity.
Which family's child this is? He's too...wasted.
"Isn't it enough?"
Changle blinked and put his white and tender hands into his sleeves, as if to take out more gold leaves.
"Enough, enough!"
The monk's voice was very excited, and even his body was trembling.
This was the first time he had seen such a large amount of money. This was a large handful of gold leaves, which could be worth the expenses of the temple for several years!
If he can facilitate this, he will definitely be praised and reused by the abbot!
The monk stretched out his hand to hold the large handful of gold leaves, but Changle smiled sweetly and took it back suddenly, saying: "Master, these money are not given for free. I want to see Master Huitong, but I can't see him. I will never donate this money!"
The monk said with a bitter face: "This... little benefactor, the leader of Huitong is busy with everything, and you may not have time. If you have anything, you can come to me for the same."
Chang Le glanced at him lightly, and his smile instantly faded. Although he was young, he exuded an indescribable noble temperament and was not angry but proud.
As the eldest princess of the Tang Dynasty, she was held in the palm of the emperor's hand and loved by thousands of people. Although she was kind, she was not timid. Once she became serious, she had a terrifying power.
The monk gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, little benefactor, please wait a moment, I will go and report to the leader of Huitong!"
About a moment later, Huitong was also alarmed. He led many disciples to the Mahavira Hall and looked intently at the young boy who made generous moves.
As expected of the eldest princess, Chang Le didn't feel guilty at all. She casually made up a reason to talk to Huitong, and she seemed to dominate the conversation.
She glanced at Li Daoxuan calmly and raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling a little proud.
Li Daoxuan secretly gave her a thumbs up.
At this time, Huitong was lured out of the Zen courtyard, and it became easier for Li Daoxuan to sneak in with Xuanzang.
Although he didn't take Huitong seriously, it was his disciple's intention after all, and he couldn't live up to it. Moreover, it was indeed safer to lure away Huitong, who was in the late stage of Yin Shen.
I just feel a little sorry for Your Majesty.
Although Changle is the eldest princess, she doesn't get that much money every month. You don't need to think about it to know that those gold leaves were stolen by Changle from her father.
After all, His Majesty's little treasury cannot escape the eyes of his daughter.
Li Daoxuan quietly left the Main Hall with Xuanzang, and used the art of escaping from the earth to walk towards Huitong's Zen room.
Along the way, he discovered that there were many monks here who were secretly vigilant. They all had high levels of cultivation, and at worst they were in the middle stage of Bigu, and there were even a few monks in the early stage of Yin Shen.
As expected of White Horse Temple, monks in the early stage of Yin Shen can serve as headmasters or elders in small and medium-sized sects, but here they can only be responsible for vigilance.
Arriving in front of the Zen room, Li Daoxuan and Xuanzang escaped from the underground and landed in the courtyard.
"Where——"
"jingle!"
When the guarding monks discovered Li Daoxuan, he had already shaken the plague bell in his hand.
Regardless of whether it was the middle stage of Bigu or the early stage of Yin Shen, the moment they heard the bell, they were all confused, their eyes darkened and they fell to the ground.
This was because Li Daoxuan was merciful and only used one-tenth of the power of the Plague Bell. Otherwise, these monks would immediately lose their three souls, dissipate their seven souls, and become the living dead forever.
This is the power of immortal weapons. Even if it is only a low-grade immortal weapon, it is definitely not something that a monk under the Yang God can withstand. Even a Yang God will be affected a lot.
Xuanzang's eyes widened and he looked at the ancient small bronze bell in Li Daoxuan's hand. There were mottled green marks on it. This seemingly inconspicuous thing had such terrifying power!
"Let's go. Next, you only need to concentrate on seeing the baby in the woman's belly with your eyes. Leave the rest to your elder brother."
Xuanzang took a deep breath and walked to the door, with a trace of anxiety in his eyes.
After hesitating for a moment, he pushed open the door and walked in.
When he saw the woman who was as shriveled as a mummy, Xuanzang couldn't help but gasp.
I saw that the woman was still tied with a rope soaked in blood, and her body was covered with scriptures. These were the same as what the elder brother said, but there was only one big difference.
The woman was almost a mummy, with only the high swollen belly looking so white, full of vitality and luster. The baby with the umbilical cord as a lotus in her belly seemed even bigger. She sat in lotus position, and her Zen mood became increasingly intense.
"Since you can see the future, why don't you worship?"
The ancient and vast consciousness invaded Xuanzang's sea of consciousness, trying to turn him into his fanatical believer.
Xuanzang was trembling all over, with sweat pouring down his face, but he gritted his teeth and stared at his bulging belly with his innate wisdom eyes, without kneeling down.
At this moment, even Li Daoxuan found it difficult to understand how Xuanzang could act so determinedly without any cultivation. You must know that even Huitong in the late stage of Yin Shen fell completely after just one look.
"cut!"
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"call!"
Xuanzang took a deep breath and seemed to have collapsed. He could barely stand up until he supported Li Daoxuan.
Zila~
Xuanzang's palms felt hot, and finally formed a golden-red Buddha character.
Li Daoxuan realized that this was the power of the ghost fetus trying to invade Xuanzang's body and leave some kind of mark.
He injected his own pure Yang Qi into Xuanzang's body in an attempt to help him get rid of the mark. However, Xuanzang's body was too fragile and could not tolerate too much pure Yang Qi, so it was difficult to succeed for a while.
Li Daoxuan frowned, no, the power of the ghost fetus was not that strong last night, but it had nearly doubled in the past night?
This speed is really terrifying!
In addition, why did the Buddha Mother become such a mummy? Could it be that the ghost fetus in her belly sucked all the essence and blood away?
This ghost fetus is really evil, getting stronger almost every minute. If this continues, even Li Daoxuan himself may not have the confidence to defeat him.
We must get rid of him as soon as possible!
Li Daoxuan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he squeezed the fire seal with his hand. A hot air rose from his belly, merged with the fire in his heart, and surged up his throat, about to turn into the true fire of samadhi and spurt out.
"help me……"
The mummy-like Buddha Mother was not dead yet. She stretched out her hand towards Li Daoxuan, her eyes showing the desire to live.
"I...and...my mother...can't...die..."
"I...want to live..."
Her chapped lips trembled as she tried her best to spit out these words.
Li Daoxuan hesitated for a moment, but finally did not spray out the true fire of Samadhi.
This woman was innocent. She just accidentally stepped on a footprint and suffered an unreasonable disaster. It would be a bit cruel to kill her like this.
The ghost fetus came to the world with the help of her body. In other words, she was also a victim.
"Forget it, wait until I figure out what's going on with you before I make a decision."
Li Daoxuan has a decisive temper. If this ghost fetus is about to be born, he will kill this woman without hesitation, even if she is an innocent person and wants to live so much.
But according to what Hui Chan said, there are still twenty-one days before the ghost fetus is born, which means that there is still hope for this matter.
If we can find a way to kill the ghost fetus and save the woman's life at the same time, the dilemma will be solved.
Of course, if he can't find a way to get the best of both worlds, Li Daoxuan will still kill the woman without hesitation and prevent the birth of the fetus in her belly!
Counting the time, one of the fainted monks should have woken up. Li Daoxuan pressed Xuanzang's shoulder and said, "Let's get out of here first."
The next moment, the two figures disappeared into the room and quietly escaped out of the temple along the earth's veins.
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The Great Hall.
Huitong and Changle talked for a long time, and the more they talked, the more they discovered that the other person's conversation and temperament were extraordinary.
He has read a lot of books at a young age, he has a collection of classics and history at his fingertips, and he has even dabbled in some Buddhist classics. He is really extremely intelligent and a genius!
Huitong looked at Changle silently and found that his bones were also otherworldly and were born with spiritual cultivation materials. His eyebrows were even more spiritual, and three feet of spiritual light almost spurted out from Baihui.
This son is destined to be a Buddhist!
"Amitabha, little benefactor, I see that you are very devoted to the Buddha. I don't know what your family background is. Are your parents willing to let you enter my Brahma Gate?"
Upon hearing this, Changle quickly refused and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Master, but I am from the Lu family of Fan Yang. My father and mother only want me to read the Four Books and Five Classics and take the imperial examination to become an official."
What a waste!
Huitong shook his head and said: "The little benefactor turns out to be a queen from a famous family. Let's do this. In twenty days, the poor monk is willing to go to your mansion and convince your father personally."
Chang Le thought about delaying it for a while, but after more than twenty days, she had already run away, so he said: "In that case, Master Lao will be here."
As she said that, she jumped off the chair and prepared to leave first.
Huitong stopped her.
"Little benefactor, please stay at my White Horse Temple for the next twenty days. Although you won't shave your hair, you can still chant sutras and practice with the novices."
In Huitong's view, if Maitreya Buddha comes to the world more than 20 days later, the entire world will respect Buddhism. Even Li Shimin will bow his head, let alone the Fan Yanglu family?
Chang Le said angrily: "Master, my eldest brother and I have other things to do. We cannot stay at White Horse Temple for a long time. Say goodbye!"
As the eldest princess, who dares to restrict her freedom except her father and mother?
As expected, the monk from White Horse Temple had a crooked top beam and a crooked bottom beam. That Hui Chan acted domineeringly, and his junior brother Hui Tong was not much better!
Several monks stepped forward, and under Huitong's eyes, they held sticks and stood in front of Chang Le.
"Amitabha, little benefactor, the imperial examination is of no importance. What the poor monk gave you is the real great blessing. You can live there with peace of mind. Fan Yanglu's side has a poor monk who will come to convince you."
Huitong didn't realize that under the influence of the ghost fetus, his behavior became more and more extreme.
Several tall warrior monks lifted Chang Le up by her arms, as if they were arresting a prisoner.
"Let me go, my brother won't let you go!"
Changle struggled hard but to no avail. After all, she was too young, her cultivation days were short, her magic power was extremely meager, and she had no fighting power.
"Amitabha, little benefactor, this poor monk is doing this for your own good. Don't mention that your elder brother is not here. Even if he is here, the poor monk's words will not change in any way."
"It is your blessing to be able to enter my White Horse Temple."
I was delayed by something today, so I haven’t finished coding until now. I’ve kept everyone waiting~
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