Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 497: Maitreya's Birth, King Ming's Birth!
Xuandu courtyard.

Xiao Huashen woke up in the warm morning light. She stretched herself, opened her sleepy eyes, and said in a childish voice, "Daddy...hungry..."

As she said that, she slid down her long hair and got into Li Daoxuan's arms, as if she was looking for a place to nurse.

"Woof, where is the monster, don't hurt my master!"

Xiaotian's nose is the sharpest, and he smelled the tempting fragrance instantly. It opened its mouth wide and used its devouring powers, like a black hole, distorting the light around it.

"Wow!"

Xiao Huashen let out a cry of excitement, and then her upper body was sucked into Xiaotian's mouth, and her two slender legs were still spinning outside.

But she didn't seem to be afraid at all, instead she let out a crisp laugh.

Xiaotian suddenly felt that his dignity as a dog demon had been insulted, its sharp teeth snapped at Xiaohuashen, and he was about to add another meal to himself.

However, there was a crisp click!
Xiaotian's tears were about to flow out, and it spit out the little flower god and a broken tooth.

The little flower god flapped her wings, staggered and flew towards Xiaotian, opened her snow-white hands, and showed a pure and innocent smile.

"Fun... Hungry..."

For some reason, Xiaotian looked at her harmless smiling face, his thighs trembled, and he said in a trembling voice, "You...don't come here!"

But it was too late, the little flower god got into Xiaotian's chest, sniffed a certain smell, then opened his mouth, and bit it fiercely.

In the small courtyard, there was a tragic cry...

When Li Daoxuan's Yangshen flew back from the palace and escaped into the body again, he was surprised to find that Xiaotian was paralyzed on the ground for some reason, became weak, and his eyes were loose, as if... he had suffered some kind of inhuman insult.

A lovely figure crawled out from under Xiaotian, shaking its ice-like wings, its face was flushed, as if drunk.

Li Daoxuan caught her and put it in his pocket.

"Master, she is so beautiful!"

Changle finished his morning practice, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the little flower god who was as exquisite as a work of art, and his black eyes immediately became bright.

Little Flower God fell asleep again, she was very lethargic when she was just born, her little hand tightly grasped a strand of Li Daoxuan's hair, her mouth was slightly opened, her red lips were pouty.

"Don't look at her as small, but her ability is not small. She is the blood of the flower god. The nectar she collects can even help people cultivate into immortals!"

Hearing the words "cultivate to become an immortal", Xiaotian, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, suddenly regained his spirits. He stared at Xiaohuashen, as if he was looking at some diluted treasure.

"Master, can I touch her?"

"of course can."

Chang Le stretched out his hand cautiously, touching her nose for a while, and pinching her face for a while, really couldn't put it down.

Xuanzang couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "Brother, has Your Majesty agreed with you to go to Shangyang City?"

Li Daoxuan nodded and said: "Xuanzang, go back and pack your things, bring some candy, we are going to Shangyang City today to find the whereabouts of Master Sanle."

Xuanzang was overjoyed when he heard the words, and hurried back to pack his luggage.

"Master, where is Shangyang City?"

Chang Le asked while stroking the little Flower God.

"In Luoyang."

"Luoyang is far from Chang'an. Master, can you take Changle with you when you go out this time?"

Xiao Changle pursed his lips, gently pulled Li Daoxuan's sleeves, and put on a pitiful look, his cute look could melt an iceberg.

"Chang Le is very obedient and won't cause trouble for Master. Chang Le can also cook, wash clothes, and read to Master to relieve boredom. Oh, by the way, Chang Le can also dance, sing, play the piano..."

She counted with her white and tender fingers, and she continuously spoke out many of her own advantages, like a little queen who sells melons.

Li Daoxuan sighed, and said, "But both Your Majesty and the Empress are reluctant to leave you."

If you just stay with me for one night, that's fine, but if you take her to Luoyang thousands of miles away, I'm afraid His Majesty's jealousy will be overturned.

He knew how much Li Shimin loved Changle, he was like a jewel in the palm of his hand, he was afraid of melting in the palm of his hand.

There are so many princesses in the royal family, but Li Daoxuan always feels that only Changle is his own...

Chang Le didn't say anything, she lowered her head, her big clear eyes suddenly became tearful, pearl-like tears slowly slid down, leaving two lines of tears on her delicate white jade face.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Li Daoxuan suddenly felt pity in his heart. He thought of Changle, who was loved all the time since childhood, but was trapped in the palace, unable to go anywhere, just like a bird in a cage, a canary.

"Oh, that's all, I will take you with me as a teacher, but you have to promise, you must absolutely listen to what the teacher says, and you must also leave a letter to your father, the words should be more tactful and coax him more."

"Yeah, master is the best!!!"

Xiao Chang Le immediately turned from sadness to joy, the teardrops in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a bright smile.

Li Daoxuan shook his head and said with a smile: "You, you are really a big kid."

He still doesn't understand that Changle Lihua's rainy appearance just now is actually a fake. It can only be said that women are born to be actors, and the more beautiful women are, the better they can act.

Zhang Wuji's mother did not lie.

Chang Le hugged Master's arm, and said happily: "I knew that Master loves Chang Le the most, unlike Father Emperor, who only has those memorials in his heart, and sometimes even me and Queen Mother can't care about..."

……

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 Changle's whereabouts.

"Gao Quan, Taichong will leave Chang'an soon, it's time, Changle should return to the palace."

Li Shimin always felt a little unaccustomed to not being able to hear that clear and lively voice like a lark.

Gao Quan said flatteringly: "The national teacher and the princess have a deep relationship, maybe they are 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 cling to me the most. It seems that my quiet days are coming to an end."

Gao Quan also laughed and said: "Although the national teacher is the princess' master, you and the princess are close relatives after all. The princess is most nervous about you, Your Majesty!"

Li Shimin pointed at him and scolded with a smile: "You really can talk with this mouth."

After a pause, he warned again: "It's fine to talk about it in private, but don't say it in front of Tai Chong, I'm afraid he'll take it badly, hahaha..."

"Report!"

At this moment, a little eunuch outside the door hurriedly ran over, holding a letter in his hand.

"Your Majesty, Her Royal Highness, she did not return to the palace, but sent this letter by her maidservant!"

Li Shimin immediately went down to pick up the letter, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

Opening the letter, I saw a few lines of beautiful big characters written on it, which were exactly my daughter's handwriting.

"Father, Master and I are going to Luoyang to play, you don't have to worry, after all Master is powerful, he will protect me well, hee hee~"

Changle is gone...

"By the way, father, don't tell the queen mother, I'm afraid she will be worried, if the queen mother asks, you can say that I am retreating with master."

She also learned to lie...

"Finally, Father, please don't blame Master. You don't know him, but he actually respects you very much. It was Chang Le's hard work that made Master agree this time. If you blame, blame Chang Le!"

you don't know him...

"His Majesty?"

After Gao Quan saw that His Majesty had read the letter, he became stiff and his palms trembled slightly.

After a long time, Li Shimin's mouth trembled, and he sat back on the dragon chair in a daze, and a sigh resounded faintly in the Ganlu Hall.

"Women's college... don't stay!"

……

Go to Chang'an Station in the morning and stay in Shangyang City in the evening.

At You hour in the afternoon, accompanied by the magnificent dusk, a group of people appeared in Shangyang City in Luoyang.

The setting sun is falling in the west, the sky is full of rays of light, and the scenery in Shangyang City is beautiful, just like a paradise.

It does not have the majesty and prosperity of Chang'an, but it has a unique sense of tranquility and calmness. The passers-by don't look in a hurry, but look very leisurely, with a kind of detached and ordinary in their eyes.

This place is not like a city, but more like a temple.

The reason why Li Daoxuan thinks so is because he found that almost all the passers-by here and there wear a string of Buddhist beads on their hands, and the storytellers in the teahouses and restaurants are not telling stories about the wonders of the world, but the stories of those eminent monks, such as Kumara Varied.

"This Kumarajiva is an eminent monk who attained enlightenment in Tianzhu, but he married twelve wives in his life, broke the sex precept, and when he was finally cremated, the root of his tongue was burned, leaving behind a tongue relic, which is still enshrined in the White Horse Temple! "

The storyteller spoke passionately and with respect in his words, but some people in the audience did not buy it.

"A monk who married twelve wives and broke the sex precept, why is he still called an eminent monk? If these are all eminent monks, wouldn't the monks of the White Horse Temple already have children?"

Someone laughed.

The storyteller was not angry, he twirled the beads in his hand, and said: "Back then, other monks used this point to attack Kumarajiva, and wanted to imitate him in marrying wives and having children. Kumarajiva did not immediately defend himself, but very Do something calmly."

"what's up?"

The storyteller said indifferently: "Kumarajiva put a handful of silver needles into the water, and then swallowed them all, saying, if people in the world follow me, they must first drink the needles to quench their thirst."

Everyone fell silent.

The storyteller continued: "Actually, the reason Kumarajiva married was forced by those in power. In order to translate scriptures and promote Buddhism, he endured humiliation and survived the world. Later, he and his disciples translated "Small Wisdom" one after another. , "Fa Hua", "Vimo" and other scriptures, and made a great wish, if the scriptures I translated are correct, I will leave the hyoid bone relics after my death!"

"As a result, the fire burned for seven days and seven nights, Kumarajiva's body was turned into ashes, only the root of his tongue was as hard as a stone, and turned into a relic!"

After listening to Mr. Storyteller's narration, everyone immediately respected Kumarajiva, feeling 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 he passed away and left a prophecy."

"What prophecy, tell me quickly!"

The storyteller's eyes were deep, and he said: "Kumarajiva predicted that after more than 200 years, Maitreya will be reborn, King Ming will come to the world, recreate the universe, and relieve all suffering in the world!"

Someone calculated: "Master Kumarajiva was born in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, more than 200 years... Isn't that now?"

Someone exclaimed: "Maitreya is born, King Ming is born, is it talking about the incident that happened some time ago—"

"Shh!"

An old man made a gesture of silence, and then glanced at several people in the teahouse.

Those few looked like outsiders. There was 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 a bone.

This is a rather strange combination, monks and Taoist priests actually walk together.

You must know that Taoism is the state religion in the Tang Dynasty, and the status of Buddhism is not very high, so monks and Taoists have always been difficult to deal with. Such a happy combination is indeed rare.

"Master, please drink tea!"

Chang Le puts on Taoist clothes, tied in a bun, and disguises herself as a man. At such a young age, she has a clear and clear temperament, handsome and flawless, which makes people look sideways.

She skillfully brewed a pot of tea for Li Daoxuan, her movements were flowing like clouds and flowing water, and after a while, the elegant tea fragrance wafted out, making people salivate.

Li Daoxuan nodded, and found that bringing Changle by his side is quite beneficial. The first is that he is beautiful, whether it is men's or women's clothing, he is very face-saving. The second is that he is versatile.

"Maitreya is born, King Ming is born, and the universe is recreated..."

Li Daoxuan tapped on the table lightly, ignoring the gazes of the people around him, took a sip of tea, and said with a faint smile: "Everyone, why don't you talk, that brother wearing a square scarf is you, you just said the previous paragraph Something happened in time, what is it?"

The man quickly lowered his head and said, "It's nothing, a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue!"

Li Daoxuan did not continue to press, but said to Xuanzang: "Xuanzang, you are familiar with the scriptures, you must know something about Kumarajiva, but before he died, did he say that Maitreya was born and King Ming descended?" World or something?"

Xuanzang clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, brother, Kumarajiva is an eminent monk I admire very much. According to Buddhist scriptures, he left only one last word before his death, that is, if the scriptures I translated are correct, I will leave Hyoid relic."

After a pause, he said firmly, "Other than that, there are no last words!"

Li Daoxuan nodded, and said: "Understood, it seems that someone wants to use Kumarajiva's name to promote the so-called prophecy."

Hearing this, the faces of the people in the teahouse changed, and they all looked at the storyteller.

The storyteller snorted coldly, continued to spin the Buddhist beads in his hand, and said: "Guest officer, the little old man is just a storyteller, and what he said is just for the fun of everyone, and you have to decide for yourself whether it is true or not. .”

Li Daoxuan didn't speak, just looked at him quietly, and said with a smile: "Your Excellency's Buddha beads are good, can you give up your love?"

The storyteller's heart was shocked, he only felt that there seemed to be an indescribable magical power in the eyes of this young Taoist priest, like stars and seas, as if he could see through his disguise.

Did you meet an expert?
The storyteller squinted his eyes and observed carefully, but he didn't see any traces of practice on Li Daoxuan's body. It was empty, like a valley, not like a Taoist priest, but like a handsome nobleman.

Maybe I'm wrong...

The storyteller shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, this prayer bead is very important to me, and it won't be exchanged for a thousand pieces of gold."

Li Daoxuan nodded and stopped talking.

The storyteller secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he himself wondered why he subconsciously felt pressured when facing a young Taoist priest with no cultivation.

Xuanzang couldn't help asking: "This old man, may I ask if there is an old beggar covered in pus in Shangyang City?"

As soon as this remark 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, where beggars live. If you are looking for some old beggars, it should be there."

Xuanzang showed joy and said, "Thank you for your guidance, old man!"

He held up his umbrella and hurriedly ran towards the direction pointed by the storyteller.

This action was very strange. It was obviously not raining outside, but the monk was holding an umbrella, which was a pale pink female umbrella.

The storyteller's eyes flashed, and he sneered secretly in his heart.

This little monk looks gentle, but unexpectedly he is still a flower monk. He has raised a beautiful little female ghost. The world is really in decline!
"Master, why don't we go there?"

Chang Le asked with her small face in her hands.

Li Daoxuan laughed, scratched her nose, and said: "Don't worry, I finally traveled far away, I will take you for a walk as a teacher, and I will take you to see a good show in the evening."

"Long live Master!!!"

　Thanks for a good name that makes it easy for others to remember you for your [-] tip, and thank you Dragon Slayer for your [-] tip. Comparing your heart!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)