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Chapter 219 Attack on the White Horse Temple (1)

There is a temple three miles south of Khotan City, the name of the temple is "White Horse". Of course, this White Horse Temple has nothing to do with Luoyang White Horse Temple, but the name is the same. It has been built for more than 160 years. Although its scale and reputation are far less than that of Baima Temple in Luoyang, it is one of the few large temples in the Western Regions. There are many, the incense is quite strong, and it is not much better than the Baima Temple in Luoyang. , a large-scale blessing ceremony is in progress, an old monk who is described as ancient is sitting on the futon, singing Sanskrit incessantly, and the sutras are deafening, and he looks like a generation of eminent monks. Master Zhixin is presided over by the White Horse Temple.

Khotan is located in the Western Regions, and the Buddhism taught there is quite different from that of the Central Plains. It is closer to the Mahayana teachings of Tianzhu (now India). The blessing rituals prevailing in it are also different from those in the Central Plains, but in addition to chanting scriptures, there is another one of these rituals, which is blessing on the top of the top, which is not found in Central Plains Buddhism. Hit the wooden fish in front of the futon, and after the Buddha's name was heard, the chanting was over. The believers who were kneeling all over the ground got up and walked under the small high platform in file, and placed the property to be enshrined on the high platform with both hands, and then Bending down piously to accept Master Zhixin's rubbing on the top.

As the host of the White Horse Temple, Master Zhixin is obviously familiar with such blessing ceremonies. Everything is going on in an orderly manner. Master Zhixin has a kind smile on his face, and from time to time he also speaks out to point out the maze for the believers. He is a master It was like this until a middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance presented a small wooden fish with a simple shape in front of him. His hand also trembled slightly because of this, but he didn't express anything else, but he seemed a little absent-minded in the following ceremony of rubbing the crown. After the ceremony was hurriedly over, he didn't even pay attention to the disciples who were accompanying After explaining something, he picked up the little wooden fish and walked straight to the abbot's abode, with hurried steps.

Whether it is Buddhism in the Central Plains or inheritance in the Western Regions, the abbot’s abode is the most important place in a temple. It is not for ordinary people to enter without permission, even for those direct disciples. Without the instruction of the abbot, they are not allowed to enter. Violators will be severely punished However, at this moment, in the abbot's abode with the door tightly closed, there were several monks sitting down. Except for a haggard old monk with white eyebrows in the middle, the four senior monks beside him were not even the slightest Buddhist disciples. Even with a bare forehead, cassocks on his body, and no appearance of a monk, with a fierce face, he looks like a master who is robbing a house. In fact, it is true. These four monks are really Born as a horse thief, the reason why he became a monk was because he was accepted by the old monk who fell on the futon in the middle. This old monk is the most eminent monk in Tibet, Master Mojia.

"So, so..."

Master Zhixin's walking sound was not loud, but before he reached the door of the monastery, the four young monks with fierce faces had keenly sensed that someone was approaching, and they all jumped up suddenly. He put on an all-out vigilant posture, but Master Mojia still slumped and sat unmoved, not even lifting his eyelids.

"Squeak."

After a soft sound, the door of the monastery was pushed open, Master Zhixin moved slightly, and a person appeared in the room. The four middle-aged monks saw who was coming, and they all showed expressions of relief. Without asking any questions, each of them sat back to their original places, but the four pairs of fierce eyes kept staring at Master Zhixin unblinkingly.

"Brother, the news is here."

Master Zhixin ignored the rudeness of the four first-year monks, bowed to Master Mojia who closed his eyes with a wry smile on his face, and said something difficult.

"Ah."

Master Mojia didn't say much, he didn't even open his eyes, he just let out an indifferent expression, which was regarded as an answer.

"Senior brother, I will come to the temple to offer incense on the day after the target. There may be many people accompanying me. Look at this, senior brother..."

Master Zhixin saw that Master Mojia did not respond, and after hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth, picked up the small wooden fish in his hand, twisted it slightly, and unscrewed the hidden button, revealing a small piece of paper inside. Stretching out, he took out the note, spread it out, quickly glanced at it, his cheeks twitched involuntarily, looked carefully at Master Mojia, and hesitated to say something.

"it is good."

As soon as Master Zhixin finished speaking, Master Mojia, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened his eyes. A glance of sharp knife-like eyes immediately shook Master Zhixin's body. Before he had time to say anything more, Master Mojia uttered a word in an extremely hoarse voice.

"Brother, this matter, this matter..."

Although Master Zhixin felt uncomfortable with Master Mojia's eyes, he still mustered up his courage and tried to persuade him, but the words came to his lips, but he didn't know how to explain them.

"Oh, don't say any more, junior brother. I know what you mean. It's a pity to let go of the foundation of the White Horse Temple, but compared with the safety of my whole territory in Tubo, and even the inheritance of my Buddhism in Tibet, this little foundation is worthless." What a pity, not to mention the Buddha's words: I will not go to hell, whoever goes to hell, for my peace in Tubo, I will go to hell for a while, Amitabha, good, good!" Master Mojia's face Showing a hint of unbearable color, he shook his head and gave the final answer with a sigh.

"Uncle Zhixin, have you forgotten your origin?"

Master Mojia explained well, but a monk with a sultry face beside him was already impatient, snorted coldly, and sarcastically said.

"You... that's all, that's all, just follow the orders of senior brother."

The Tubo people have long salivated over Tian, ​​the gateway to the Western Regions, and there are many spies sent here. Master Zhixin is an important nail for the Tubo people in Khotan, but Master Zhixin has come to Baima Temple for festivals. It's been more than thirty years. Although I have been engaged in the shady intelligence gathering work, I already have feelings for the White Horse Temple in my heart, and I really don't want to see the blood splashing on the Buddhist gate. With a little bit of luck in mind, that's why I feel unbearable. Seeing the arrogant monk's speechless words, I was about to explode, but when I thought about my mission, I just shook my head and sighed. .

"You don't have to be like this, Junior Brother. After this matter is over, you can go home with the old monk and make arrangements."

Master Mojia could clearly feel the struggle and pain in Master Zhixin's heart, but he didn't try to persuade him, but gave a calm order.

"Go home? Go home?"

Master Zhixin was obviously moved by the word "go home". After muttering a few times, his eyes gradually became firm, and without further words, he bowed to Master Mojia and saluted resolutely. He turned around and walked out of the Vihara.

"Amitabha, good, good!"

Looking at the back of Master Zhixin leaving, Master Mojia's face quickly flashed a trace of compassion, but he calmed down very quickly. He just proclaimed the Buddha's name, then closed his eyes again, bowed his head, It seems to have settled down... Women are always troublesome, especially women in love. Not to mention, the long time of dressing up can drive men crazy. This is the case in ancient and modern China and abroad. If you ask how it feels, you can see it by looking at Li Xian's expression at this time-the new year is approaching, and the year is coming to an end. It's something that should be done, even if Li Xian himself doesn't believe in Buddhism, he still needs to go to the country to do as the Romans do. Besides, others don't have to give face, but the lover's demands cannot be ignored, so, Princess Mingyue said that she wants to go to incense, Li Xian It can only be accompanied, there is nothing to say in this book, the problem is that the departure time is agreed, and Li Xian led his bodyguards to the small square in front of the palace early. As soon as we reach the ground, we can set off, but we didn’t expect to wait for more than half an hour just to wait for Princess Mingyue to change clothes. The sun has risen to a height of three poles, and the news from the palace is still that the princess is changing clothes. Wait, wait until Li Xian's throat is about to burst into flames.

What to do?Cold salad, even if Li Xian is annoyed, he can't get angry in public, no matter what, he has to pay attention to his image. Besides, the hot temper of that little girl Mingyue is not easy to provoke. A biter, um, let alone, Li Xian was really bitten by this girl, it's quite embarrassing to say - Li Xian had a bet with the little girl, playing piano skills, but he lost, taking advantage of no outsiders, Thinking about trying to play back, the result... well, the result is not good, the tooth marks on Comrade Li Xian's arm have not disappeared yet, so, when it's time to wait, I have to wait, as for not being reconciled, Then I had no choice but to hypnotize myself by imagining the pleasure of revenge when the little girl was executed on the spot in the future.

It's coming, it's finally coming!When Li Xianzheng was waiting impatiently, he suddenly saw more than a dozen eunuchs and maids pouring out from the palace gate. Seeing that Princess Mingyue in a light purple dress had stepped out of the gate gracefully, Li Xian's heart fluttered at the sight of her graceful and elegant demeanor...

(End of this chapter)