There was no cause or effect for this question, and when he opened his mouth, Zhu Miaohua was stunned, and said, "Is the seventh master asking about the nuns?"

Zhao Yanheng's eyes were fixed on Zhu Miaohua's body, and said: "On the day of Sakyamuni's Buddhahood, there are more monks who shave their heads on this day, and nuns should be the same, right?"

"Yes...... There are more than a dozen lay people who have been ordained as monks today. ”

Zhao Yanheng is actually very powerful, he asked one thing for the first time, asked for the second time, and did not have the third time, so he beat the other party to death in his heart. This is the remorse that is deeply rooted in Zhu Miaohua's heart, this is what Zhu Miaohua is used to, and Zhao Yanheng brought her oppression, so she breathed tightly, and answered so honestly when she asked.

Fan Shen looked at Zhao Yanheng, and his face was a little strange. He is a prince, and he opens his mouth to ask nuns, and this opening is as embarrassing as asking prostitutes, not all nuns and prostitutesFemale lowly, holding Buddha beads in her hand and doing cheap business, can be shaved as a monk in Tanchu Nunnery on the day of Shakyamuni's Buddhahood, these dozen laymen, is really seen through the red dust, and has a certain amount of Buddhist cultivation, has been ready to devote the rest of their lives to serve the Buddha people, this is the real nun, such nuns are respected, and now they will be awarded the degree issued by the Nulu Division after shaving, which is recognized by the monks and laymen, and the rest of their lives can be worshiped by the imperial court. These people have been detached, epiphany, and are about to break off with the future, this time is the most peaceful, King Xiang, a layman trapped in fame, fortune, red dust and fine wine, asked the nun what she was doing? Is this to use the power of the world to interfere in the affairs of the outside world?

Zhao Yanheng was discussing government affairs with Fan Shen before, so Fan Shen naturally thought of what Zhao Yanheng was going to do and what to do?

Zhu Miaohua saw Fan Shen's strange expression, and her heart suddenly regretted it, she also came back to her senses, how could she be forced by Zhao Yanheng's pressure, he asked her and answered, I am afraid that there will be a follow-up, she and a prince said what more than a dozen women who are about to become monks do, Tan Chun'an is in front of her, she answered so honestly What are you doing, Zhao Yanheng can ask the host, so Zhu Miaohua reacted, although he paused, and said: " These laymen are all checked layer by layer, and if there is any doubt, the seventh master still has time to ask the host. ”

A scholar who passes the examination can be exempted from taxes, and the monks have no taxes, so a real monk is worth a Xiucai, so how many people want to escape the taxes of the imperial court in the name of a monk, and the degree issued by the monk Lu Si Ni Lu Si every year is very few, and there are more cats in it than on the imperial examination. In the second year of Zhao Yanheng's succession, he checked all the monks and nuns and forced more than 10,000 people to return to the world.

"There are only a dozen of them. Zhao Yanheng almost said to himself, stood up and said, "I really need to ask the host, and you will also go over to testify." ”

As soon as Zhao Yanheng stood up, the others also stood up, Li Fei didn't know what Zhao Yanheng was going to do, but his face was calm and calm.

Fan Shen looked at Zhu Miaohua, he looked careless, but he took Zhu Miaohua's words to heart, and said with concern: "It's not that I'm a little dizzy, can I still hold it up now?"

In front of the prince, this man fainted on the ground, and he had to be dragged away. Zhao Yanheng looked at it, a pair of black eyes were dark and sharp, and he was dizzy when he said that he was dizzy, but his body could not cooperate immediately, Zhu Miaohua's face was ruddy, and he really didn't look like he was unwell, so there was only one situation, Zhu Miaohua was in a mood, what is this arrogant woman doing with a weak heart? Zhao Yanheng looked at it with a joking heart.

Zhu Miaohua stroked his head, taking advantage of this to avoid Zhao Yanheng's gaze and said: "It's nothing now, maybe I came all the way to look at the snow just now, and suddenly entered the tent, and my eyes were a little dazed." ”

Seeing too much snow has this symptom, it will be fine when it comes over immediately, Zhao Yanheng took Li Fei very easily, raised his head and walked in front, and went to Tanqi Nunnery.

Fan Shen and Zhu Miaohua followed closely behind, I don't know how Zhu Miaohua felt when he saw the two ten-fingers interlocked in front of him, anyway, Fan Shen was so excited that his fingers were about to move, and he suddenly grabbed Zhu Miaohua's hand, it was too sudden, where can a woman's hand be held casually by a man, Zhu Miaohua's first reaction was to get rid of it, but even if this idea stopped, Zhu Miaohua told herself that she was this husband in this life, because Zhao Yanheng was in front of him with that kind of resentment, Zhu Miaohua tightly clasped Fan Shen's hand. How much strength can Zhu Miaohua have, under Fan Shen's feelings, it became Zhu Miaohua's nervous response to him, he breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head to be stupid.

What a stupidity!

Outside the gate of the nunnery, Zhao Yanheng took out the seal of King Xiang. Tan Chun Nunnery does not entertain male pilgrims, but it is under the control of the imperial court, Zhao Yanheng did not come to worship the Bodhisattva, he relied on the imperial power to inquire about Buddhism.

The little apprentice behind him was holding a plate, holding a big red python satin prayer jacket, with a stack of thin records on it, and he had already inquired about Zhao Yanheng's intentions before Pu Lin Shitai appeared, smiled kindly, and said: "Your Highness the Seventh, these are the thin records of the thirteen disciples who have been shaved today. ”

There are records of the three generations of ancestors, if there is a marriage and childbirth, there are detailed records of the husband's heirs, and then the resume of my life and the cultivation of Buddhism today, which is described in detail, and finally there is a voluntary letter of voluntary ordination.

Dong Rang took the record and held it in front of Zhao Yanheng.

Zhao Yanheng flipped through it, opened it and closed it at a glance, but he flipped through each of them, and said, "Invite these people out, and this king will personally confirm them." ”

Zhao Yanheng has called himself the king, this is not to discuss with you, this is the king's order.

Pu Lin whispered to the little apprentice, and after a while, thirteen women who were about to be ordained monks, dressed in green clothes, did not sweep the powder, did not decorate gold and silver, just plain faces, draped hair, and walked over calmly, thirteen people clasped their hands together, leaned slightly, and recited a sentence of Amitabha.

The southwest land used to be a small Buddhist country, and Li Fei had a heart of respect for the bhikshunis, so when the thirteen nuns bowed, Li Fei also folded his hands at the same time, leaning on his chest and worshipping.

Zhao Yanheng's posture, holding high, looked at the thirteen women very carefully, these thirteen, the youngest was fifteen years old, the oldest was forty-three years old, others thought that Zhao Yanheng was looking at their faces unscrupulously, but in fact, Zhao Yanheng's eyes only fell on their hair. When people don't have enough to eat, they still have the energy to study Buddhism? So these thirteen people are actually living a good life, and this kind of prosperity is both material and spiritual, and it is reflected in the body, that is, the body and mind are healthy, and as a result, the hair of these people is also very good, black and thick, clean and shiny.

Zhao Yanheng nodded with satisfaction, walked back and said to Master Pu Lin carefully: "Mrs. Shi, when you lose your hair for them later, don't twist off such a good hair piece by piece, cut it from the root, cut it off one by one and place it, this king is useful!"

Li Fei lowered her head for the first time and saw her waist-length long hair, her hair had been cut for more than half a year, and now it was only draped behind her shoulders, so this waist-length hair was a wig. And hair is a part of the body, cut off from other people's heads and loses the nourishment of the body, no matter how carefully you maintain it the day after tomorrow, it will always become more and more dull and dry, so every two months, Zhao Yanheng has to get a new batch of wigs for her.

Li Fei instantly understood Zhao Yanheng's intention to ask Master Pu Lin for hair, although this kind of behavior is absurd, but this absurdity is to love her appearance, she is naturally happy and moved, so she just lowered her head so much, waiting for Zhao Yanheng to ask for these hairs.

Yes?

Even if he has lived for more than sixty years, has extraordinary knowledge, and is not shallow in Buddhism, Master Pu Lin did not hold back, showed a shocked expression, and said: "Your Highness the Seventh, you are here to ask for them...... The hair of these female disciples of mine?"

This prince, collecting the hair of nuns, what kind of fetish is this.

Those who don't know the inside story are going to be messy in the wind.

"Guru Pu Lin is in the Buddha Gate and may not know some things in the mundane. Zhao Yanheng and Li Fei stood in the middle of the position, and there happened to be a Zhu Miaohua, Zhao Yanheng's tender gaze passed through Zhu Miaohua and fell on Li Fei, and said loudly: "Miss Li lost her hair for me, in the past two years in this life, such a young and delicate year has broken a corner, and it can't be repaired immediately, I didn't think of this, so my heart hurts." Time is indestructible, so I can only do my best to cover up for Miss Li. ”

Master Pu Lin noticed it too much, when he said this, Zhao Yanheng didn't use 'this king', I was 'me'.

"Amitabha!" Master Pu Lin closed her eyes and recited the Buddha, and when she opened her eyes again, Li Fei and Zhu Miaohua both fell into her field of vision.

Hair is also part of a woman's appearance, Li Fei and Zhu Miaohua are both blessed beauties, that figure, that facial features, are already between the best, if it is temperament and heart, which is an invisible substance, it is turnip and green vegetables that have their own love, and they can immediately distinguish the superior, only hair.

Mochizuki updo, decorated with gold dots.

The fake is not as good as the real one, Li Fei's wig is not as beautiful and beautiful as Zhu Miaohua, and it is naturally mediocre.

Master Pu Lin smiled lightly, retracted his gaze and said slowly to Zhao Yanheng: "The Seventh Highness doesn't know the rules of Buddhism, and the hair that fell down was their last bit of love in Hongchen, so after shaving, these hairs will be burned in front of the Buddha, breaking this love and eliminating this thought." ”

Affection?

Zhu Miaohua took two steps back, and she could stand next to Fan Shen, but the thoughts at the moment were so turbulent that they turned into tumbling resentment, how could she hide them carefully.

Zhao Yanheng