"Stop arguing, I am Li Daoxuan."
The eldest grandson Wu Xi and Zhou Chang quickly bowed and saluted, saying: "I see you, the Imperial Master!"
Li Dao
The eldest grandson Wuxi said quickly: "Master Bingguo, my subordinates heard that you broke into the White Horse Temple and were worried about your safety, so they brought some people to help!"
Li Daoxuan looked at him quietly and sneered in his heart.
He didn't come earlier, he didn't come later, but he came only after he and Hui Chan had decided the winner. How could he not see this person's intentions?
Just a piece of grass on the wall.
"Zhou Chang."
"The official is here!"
"As the Changshi of Shangyang, why do you come here?"
Zhou Chang wiped the sweat from his forehead, with a hint of hesitation on his lean face, and then gritted his teeth and said: "Master, there is a maid in my family who was possessed by an evil spirit and was sent to the White Horse Temple to exorcise the devil. She is now fourteen years old." I want to see if she gets better."
Li Daoxuan smiled slightly and said: "I am just a maid, is it worth your while to go there in person?"
"The Imperial Master doesn't know that the maidservant... has a very good relationship with my wife, like sisters."
Li Daoxuan looked at him quietly until the other person was sweating profusely and trembling with fear before speaking.
"The monks from White Horse Temple are useless. They can't extinguish the evil spirit in the maid's belly. The poor Taoist Association will personally take action. Go back and don't ask any more about this matter."
"yes!"
Zhou Chang lowered his eyes, sweat dripping, not daring to look directly into Li Daoxuan's eyes.
Li Daoxuan looked at his eldest grandson Wuxi again. He was a fat-bellied man, smiling but not smiling.
"Lord Changsun, I understand your purpose of coming here. Over the years, Baima Temple has occupied fertile land and amassed wealth. I am afraid that the tacit approval of you, the governor of Luoyang, is indispensable behind this."
The eldest grandson, Wuxi, suddenly looked mournful and said: "Master, I am helpless. Huichan is so powerful that the court can't do anything to him. What can I, a mere governor, do?"
Li Dao I can actually say something for you."
The eldest grandson Wuxi became energetic and said hurriedly: "Master, please give me your instructions!"
"Over the years, White Horse Temple has annexed a lot of people's land. You are responsible for checking it and returning those lands to the people. If you do this well, you will be considered to have paid off."
The eldest grandson Wuxi finally breathed a sigh of relief. What he was most worried about was that the Imperial Preceptor would pursue his fault. Now it seemed that the Imperial Preceptor had to give face to the eldest grandson's family after all.
"Please rest assured, Imperial Master, I will do my best to complete this matter!"
Looking at the backs of his eldest grandson Wuxi and Zhou Chang, Li Daoxuan's eyes were deep.
His Majesty has long been dissatisfied with Wuxi, his eldest grandson. If this happens, he should be dismissed from his post and investigated. Before that, he might as well use him to divide the land and benefit the people of Luoyang.
I believe that the other party will do their best to handle this matter for the sake of their own black hat.
As for the so-called meritorious service...
Li Daoxuan sneered secretly. He did say this, but unfortunately it is His Majesty's business to reward and punish officials. What he said does not count...
"Go find Jiang Lian and tell him to send someone to keep an eye on Zhou Chang."
Li Daoxuan said to the soldiers on duty.
"promise!"
Zhou Chang was somewhat suspicious, but a maid made him go through a lot of trouble, and even got involved with his eldest grandson Wu Xi in an attempt to put pressure on him.
He also said that it was because the maid was a good friend of his wife. In this case, if his good friend was possessed by evil spirits, why didn't his wife come and see her?
After everything is arranged.
Li Daoxuan looked at his apprentice again and stretched out his hand.
The little girl, wearing a Taoist robe, ran over and held the master's hand.
"Chang Le, do you think Hui Chan should be killed as a teacher?"
Li Daoxuan was going to teach his apprentice that as his own disciple, it would be impossible for him to be a carefree princess in the future, and Li Shimin also had high hopes for her.
Xiao Changle said without hesitation: "That shouldn't be the case. I think Master did the right thing!"
"Oh? Tell me why."
Changle thought for a while and said: "The reason why master did not kill the old monk was not because he was soft-hearted, but because he did not want to intensify the conflict between Buddhism and the court. Sparing his life but destroying his cultivation is enough to scare the tigers and scare the monkeys!"
Li Daoxuan's eyes showed a strange color and said: "Is there any more?"
Chang Le continued: "The reason why Master arrested all the monks in White Horse Temple to punish Father is not because it is troublesome, but as a gift to Father!"
Her dark and bright eyes seemed to be shining with the light of wisdom, and she said methodically: "The monks of White Horse Temple annexed land and amassed money. They have long been unpopular with the people. Master handed them over to the father to deal with it, so that the father can regain the people's support and gain Popularity, this is his favorite thing."
The most taboo thing about anything is that one's merits overshadow the master's.
If after the matter is done, the people in Luoyang only know Li Daoxuan but not Li Shimin, what will the emperor think?
Forget it once, but if it happens twice or three times, no matter how broad-minded Li Shimin is, there will inevitably be gaps. This is human nature.
Therefore, Li Daoxuan took the initiative to hand over these monks who had offended the public to the emperor for punishment, so that they could win the hearts of the people.
Give me papaya and give me Qiongyao in return.
This was an invisible tacit understanding between him as a national master and the emperor. He kept everything in silence, but he didn't want to be noticed by the nine-year-old Chang Le.
"How did you come up with this?"
Li Daoxuan couldn't help but ask.
Chang Le smiled and said: "I usually go to see my father to play, but there are always ministers who come to him to talk about things. I just listen on the side. As time goes by, I will learn everything."
She raised her fair face and her eyes were full of pride, as if to say, look at how good I am.
Li Daoxuan reached out and scratched her small and delicate nose, and said with a smile: "What a clever little girl."
No wonder it is said in the history book that "the spirit of Shu is in Chenji, and the training of Ming is in Xuan Yao. It is as bright as the night moon shining on Qionglin, and as bright as the morning glow reflecting on Zhupu."
She showed a good mind at the age of nine. How charming will she be when she becomes an adult?
In history, Changlehui married Changsun Wuji's eldest son Changsun Chong in the seventh year of Zhenguan, and then died of illness at the age of twenty-three, withering away prematurely.
Of course, her destiny has changed dramatically in this life, and anything is possible in the future.
After being praised by the master, Changle immediately jumped up and down, like a happy little rabbit, without any trace of the elegance of a princess.
…
Night falls.
In a clean Zen room.
Changle was wearing snow-white pajamas, her long hair was spread like ink, covering half of her beautiful and delicate face. She was lying sideways on the bed, already falling into a sweet dream, her long eyelashes were like grass hanging with morning dew, so peaceful. moving.
Under the thin blanket, two little white lotus-like feet were exposed.
Li Daoxuan was sitting by the window, writing something. Occasionally he glanced at his apprentice, shook his head and smiled.
She seemed to be frightened by the monk at White Horse Temple. She was unwilling to sleep alone. She acted coquettishly and had to be accompanied by Li Daoxuan.
Fortunately, she is still young. If she were older, she would have to take into account the protection between men and women.
Even if you are a master and a disciple, you still need to pay attention to what you should pay attention to.
I don't know how long it took, but Li Daoxuan finally stopped and finished writing a few letters.
He checked it again, and after making sure there was no problem, he blew gently, as if drying the ink stains on it.
However, the next moment, these pieces of paper floated up, folded automatically into paper birds, and then flapped their wings and flew towards the window, each flying in different directions.
This is a small spell that transmits messages in Longhu Mountain, turning birds into paper and brocade books in the clouds.
Because it is a paper bird, it can fly day and night to a designated place or person.
If an ordinary monk uses this spell, he can make the paper bird fly dozens of miles at most, but with Li Daoxuan's cultivation, it is still very easy to fly tens of thousands of miles.
He wrote about the demon fetus in the letter, and all he had to do was wait.
It's time for Moro to see what it means to have strength in numbers...
…
At night, in a ruined temple on the outskirts of Luoyang city.
Under the broken Buddha statue, there lay an old man in ragged clothes with broken arms and legs. His eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul. He lay motionless on the ground, even when a mouse crawled up to his ear, he showed no reaction.
It only took less than a day for him to go from being a powerful Yang God to being a waste that was worse than a beggar.
The Buddha statue had only one eye left, and it looked down, as if staring at him.
The dilapidated Buddhist temple, reduced to a useless abbot, seems to be announcing some kind of tragic ending. If nothing goes wrong, what awaits Hui Chan will be death of thirst or starvation.
Suddenly, Hui Chan's lifeless eyes moved slightly.
The surrounding air became damp for some reason, mold spots appeared on the walls, and a gloomy aura emerged, making people feel inexplicably chilly.
There's a ghost!
After all, Hui Chan was once a powerful Yang God. His cultivation was gone, but his experience was still there. He immediately judged that this Buddhist temple was the territory of a ghost, and now the other party was coming back.
The ruined temples in the mountains are often haunted by ghosts.
If he was still the Yang God, there was no need to be afraid, but now he could kill even a wild dog, let alone ghosts.
There was a hint of sadness in Hui Chan's eyes, thinking that he had spent his whole life killing demons, and finally died in the hands of a little ghost. It was really a joke.
The tiger fell down and was bullied by the dog!
call!
The dark wind blew the door open, and then wet footprints appeared on the ground, getting closer and closer to Huichan.
If he were an ordinary person, he would naturally not be able to see ghosts, but Hui Chan was once a Yang god and had developed clairvoyance. Even though he was reduced to a disabled person, his eyes were different from those of ordinary people and he could vaguely see the figure of a woman.
Her long hair was disheveled, her face was pale, and she was wet from head to toe, dripping with water, as if she had just climbed out of the river.
It's a drowned water ghost!
Hui Chan was confused. Water ghosts usually live in rivers. How could they come to this ruined temple?
But none of this mattered anymore, he was about to die in the hands of this water ghost.
The woman walked up to Hui Chan, staring at him with a pair of dead fish eyes. Her hands that were swollen with water stretched out to Hui Chan's neck, ready to strangle him to death.
"Amitabha!"
Hui Chan recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, closed his eyes and waited for death.
However, a clear voice sounded.
"Huh? Is there anyone in there?"
Tatata...
The sound of bamboo poles hitting the ground sounded like raindrops. It was not chaotic, but had a certain rhythm.
Then a blind little beggar came in. She looked about twelve or thirteen years old, her hair was full of mud, and her clothes were in tatters. She was the age of a flower, but she was sallow and skinny.
The little blind girl held the food she had asked for in her arms and walked towards Hui Chan, stroking it.
After the little girl appeared, the water ghost stood obediently in the corner, looking at her quietly, motionless.
The little blind girl finally touched Hui Chan's bald head and said in surprise: "You... you are a monk?"
Hui Chan said nothing.
The little blind girl took out the food she had begged for all day, gave him half of it and said, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something first?"
Hui Chan looked at the black leftovers and wondered, is this something for human consumption?
However, when he saw the little blind girl chewing the food happily without wasting a grain, he couldn't help but ask: "Do you... eat this every day?"
The little blind girl smiled and said: "It's not bad today. Sometimes I can't get food, so I have to go hungry, or touch some earthworms, cockroaches and the like to cushion my stomach."
Hui Chan was silent for a long time.
"You should eat quickly, otherwise your stomach will growl at night, which will be very uncomfortable!"
The little blind girl brought the other half of the food as if it were a treasure.
Huichan spent a long time mentally building up. Urged by hunger, he finally swallowed the food.
taste very bad!
The rancid leftovers were mixed with sediment and a lot of black dregs, and every bite was a torture to the taste.
He really didn't know how this little girl could eat so happily?
"where is your family?"
"They're all dead."
"...How did you die?"
"My mother said that my family originally lived in Ludaofang in the city, with dozens of acres of fertile farmland, but later the monks from the White Horse Temple wanted to leave. My father was so angry that he got a sudden illness and died."
Huichan was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, he continued to ask: "What about your mother?"
The little blind girl seemed a little disappointed and said: "After my father died, my mother took me to live with her. She was very kind to me. I could still see at that time, and my mother taught me how to read and write."
"Later I got sick and became blind. In order to treat my illness, my mother worked hard to weave cloth for money. As a result, she was too tired. On the way back from buying silk... she accidentally fell into the lake and drowned."
"Aren't you afraid of living alone in this ruined temple?"
The little blind girl shook her head, pointed to the distance and said, "The lake is not far from here. If I live here, I can be closer to my mother."
After a pause, she added: "I don't know why, but I always feel that... my mother is still with me, accompanying me."
Hui Chan looked at the female water ghost. She seemed to be worried that her moisture would affect her daughter, so she hid in a corner and did not dare to get close.
Hui Chan suddenly felt a little blocked in his heart.
His mouth trembled slightly and he said: "Baima Temple... I'm sorry for you."
But the little blind girl shook her head and said with a smile: "When my mother was still alive, her favorite person to worship was Guanyin Bodhisattva, and she also liked to read Buddhist scriptures. She told me that when is the end of time for retribution, she told me not to hold grudges."
"My mother also said that some monks in White Horse Temple are bad, but Master Huichan must be good. He is our hero in Luoyang. If he hadn't protected Luoyang for decades, we would have been eaten by monsters long ago. "
Hui Chan's pupils trembled, and an unprecedented complex feeling emerged in his heart, which made him unable to calm down for a long time.
The night is getting darker and the cicadas are chirping incessantly.
In the ruined temple, the little blind girl knelt devoutly in front of the broken Buddha statue, and the childish voice sounded.
"Buddha, please let this grandpa monk get better soon. He can't move and must be very anxious. Maybe he has a family, and his family must be very anxious too..."
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