"Getting involved is also a great opportunity to lose your head!" Wang Wenzuo complained secretly in his heart. Of course he knew that Wu Zetian was the final winner of this political struggle, and he also knew that Wu Zetian was very generous to good dogs. The question was who knew whether he would become the A victim of this brutal political struggle? For him, Wu Zetian's opponent was also a man of heaven. Even though he had some strength now, in the eyes of those high-ranking big shots, he was just an ant, and he could be beaten to ashes in a moment's notice.
"Sanlang, aren't you and I learning martial arts just for-"
"Liu An, you don't have to rush! Just let Saburo decide on his own in this matter!"
Seeing that Wang Wenzuo never expressed his stance, Liu An was anxious and was about to urge him, but was stopped by Liu Yuanzhen. At this time, the food and wine had been served. He raised his glass and said with a smile, "Okay, that's the end of the business. The rest of the night will be over. Just talk about romance, don’t let down this good time of wine and wine, come, come, come!”
Liu Yuanzhen was just as he said. He never mentioned anything about the relics that night. He only talked about some interesting things about Luoyang, Chang'an at that time, and persuaded him to drink. Even though Wang Wenzuo knew his trump card, he couldn't help but secretly admire this man's patient planning. Compared with Liu An, he was much inferior. He kept winking at Wang Wenzuo, fearing that he would miss the opportunity to make friends with the noble man, which made Wang Wenzuo secretly feel Lamenting the sorrow of the poor middle-class and lower-class children.
In a blink of an eye, it was already the first watch, and the wine was cold and the food was still dry. Wang Wenzuo sent Liu An and Liu Yuanzhen out of the door. Before leaving, Liu An grabbed Wang Wenzuo's arm and whispered: "Sanlang, this opportunity must not be missed and it will never come back. You must think clearly!" After that, he left without caring. .
Back in the house, Wang Wenzuo sat down in front of the banquet and saw Sancho kneeling beside him with a worried look on his face, obviously worried about himself. Wang Wenzuo's heart moved and he patted the floor in front of him: "Come on, Sancho, sit down and have a drink with me!"
"Yes, Langjun!"
"Come!" Wang Wenzuo wanted to find the wine glass, but found that he didn't know where it had gone. He picked up a plate, poured out the remaining soup inside, filled it up, and handed it to Sancho: "Come on, drink!"
"Yes!" Sancho drank all the wine in the dish, then filled it up with a tacit understanding, and presented it to Wang Wenzuo with both hands. In this way, the two of them drank from the same wine dish, one from the other. .
"Sancho, let me ask you, if there are two roads ahead, one is dangerous but leads to heights, and the other is safe but only leads to flat ground, which one would you choose?"
"Then it depends on which way your husband chooses!" Sancho said with a smile: "Anyway, no matter which way your husband takes, I, Sancho, will follow!"
"I will definitely follow you, no matter where you go?" Wang Wenzuo asked.
"Yes, no matter where you are going!" Sancho looked at Wang Wenzuo calmly, with a calm expression.
"Okay, okay!" Wang Wenzuo suddenly laughed: "Go to Huicong now!"
The night is dark.
He walked through the tower forest, just as he had done thousands of times in the past. The stone towers that store the ashes of eminent monks from past generations stood erect in the night wind. The night wind swept over the tower tops, like the sound of chanting sutras. Finally, he came to the resting place of his teacher, and beside him was his teacher's teacher. "Huicong, don't forget that life is of little importance and Dharma is more important." The teacher's voice said softly. His arms were thin and his face was haggard.
Huicong sat up in shock, his heart beating wildly and the blanket tangled. The room was dark and there was a loud knock on the door. "Master Huicong." Someone shouted.
"Wait a minute!" Hui Cong got down from the bed naked, grabbed a robe and wrapped it around him. When he opened the door, he saw Sancho's familiar face and two soldiers standing behind him.
"Huicong, the master wants to see you right away!" Sancho's breath smelled heavily of alcohol. It was obvious that he had just drunk a lot. Could it be that something big had happened? Huicong nodded: "Wait a moment, let me get dressed!"
He opened the window, put on his clothes and shoes with the help of the moonlight, and walked out with Sancho. The street was dark and silent. When he came to the door of Wang Wenzuo's residence, the moon, which had turned from waning to full, was already hanging low on the high wall. At the door, a guard armed with a spear was patrolling back and forth.
"Sancho, go and guard the door and don't let anyone get close. I'll talk to Master Hui Cong alone!" Wang Wenzuo sat cross-legged on the bed, pointed to the chair next to him, and motioned for Hui Cong to sit down.
Sancho nodded, exited the door and closed it behind him. Hui Cong could hear the low footsteps outside. He felt as if he was in a lion's den, and couldn't help but shrink back subconsciously.
"Huicong, I remember you are from Dinglin Temple, right?"
"Yes!"
"That is a very good temple!" Wang Wenzuo spread his hands: "The golden hall (the building where the Buddha statue is placed), corridors, pagodas, gardens, Buddha statues, and lotus ponds are all available. Unfortunately, it has been destroyed now. The war is It is simply terrible to destroy the things we hold dearest like this!”
Huicong glanced at Wang Wenzuo in surprise. He could feel the sincerity of the other party at this time. Maybe this man lied a lot on weekdays, but at least he was telling the truth at this time.
"Yes, it is indeed terrible!"
"Then Master Huicong, have you ever thought about rebuilding it?"
"Rebuild Dinglin Temple?" Huicong asked suspiciously, "Do you want to rebuild Dinglin Temple?"
"It's not me, and I don't have the ability to rebuild Dinglin Temple!" Wang Wenzuo replied, "But someone can!"
"who?"
"Empress Wu of the Tang Dynasty!" Wang Wenzuo said: "As long as she issues the decree, Dinglin Temple will definitely be rebuilt, and if you need people, you will have money!"
"Queen Wu of the Tang Dynasty?" Huicong was stunned. He didn't know why Wang Wenzuo mentioned this person. There was no doubt that she had this ability, but why did she order the rebuilding of this foreign Buddhist temple? He thought for a while and asked carefully: "Then how can we get Her Majesty the Queen to issue an edict?"
"Relic!"
"Relic?"
"Yes!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "Her Majesty the Queen wants to get the relics of Baekje. If you can find the relics and present them to Her Majesty, you will definitely win her favor. Rebuilding Dinglin Temple is just a simple matter!"
The bait thrown by Wang Wenzuo did not have the expected effect. Huicong sat there silently, like a clay sculpture. Wang Wenzuo suddenly realized that he might have made a mistake. To him, the relics were just bead-shaped crystals left behind by the cremation of monks after their death, and were worthless. But to Huicong, the relics were the treasures left by the Buddha. , possessing incredible power and merit, how could they be handed over to robbers from a foreign country?
