In the N year of the Tang Dynasty, on a certain day in a certain month, the wind and the sun were beautiful.

In Chang'an City, all the people who have a little family background are dragging their families with people who believe in Buddhism at home, and they go in the direction of Puguang Temple.

Entering is a rare day of the Festival.

According to the practice of the Puguang Temple puja, there are rich squires spontaneously set up soup kitchens at the foot of the mountain, and there are also devout believers, with sesame oil money, delivered early in the offering box at the entrance of the temple, and the prayers with words in their mouths are in the middle of this year, and the safety of the family is obedient.

All of this is not what Gu Zheng wants to manage now, he just bowed his head and quietly followed behind Master Daoyue, and he was rarely dressed up.

The last time he met Li Shimin, he didn't wear a monk's robe, and he was strongly requested by Daoyue, so he also wore it on his body at this time.

As the façade of Puguang Temple, he should show that the Buddha relies on the definition of gold.

The bells and drums that represent the beginning of the puja are resounded throughout the temple.

And his master, together with him, surrounded by all the brothers in the yellow robe, slowly ascended to the high altar.

This high platform, which is wrapped in yellow silk, reveals its majestic true face under the attention of all the devout believers of Chang'an City.

The sound of exclamation reached the climax of the volume when Master Daoyue stepped over the stairs on the side step by step, and stepped on it like a green cloud.

At such a height, when viewed from the bottom up, it is a burst of vertigo.

But Daoyue, who was living on it and had sat down slowly, was not half moved, showing the bearing that a monk should have.

The monk's robe drooped, and the golden light seemed to merge with the sun, making people who coveted the beauty on it couldn't help but squint their eyes.

The sunlight was too dazzling, so that the believers shifted their attention to the square below.

They are forced to turn from seeing with their eyes to hearing with their ears, and when you listen with your ears, you will feel with your heart.

This is also another use of the high altar altar.

Throw away the shell of hypocrisy and focus on the feelings of the heart.

However, Daoyue, who wanted to retire his apprentices together, made a mistake in this puja.

Because after Daoyue sat down, Gu Zheng on the vice-magic platform also slowly appeared in the field.

Let those believers and people who have not yet had time to close their eyes see an exciting scene of the Buddha stepping on the clouds.

The monk, with his robe and yellow robe, is extravagant on the outside, but it is difficult to hide the inner elegance.

A little cinnabar between the foreheads, red and clear.

His face is as soft as the best Guanyin statue, with indescribable compassion and compassion, Zen Buddha nature.

He is like a cloud in the sky, and the fish in the pond are always so untouchable.

Let the people who saw such a beautiful scenery not be able to raise half of their blasphemous hearts, but there were still a few ignorant women, who exclaimed the Buddha and the Buddha's son, and knelt down on the spot of this puja.

Because of his noise, the monk did not stop, he turned a deaf ear, as if all the troubles of the mortal world were passing by him, and his heart was only the high platform in front of him, and the Buddha in the hall behind him.

This section of the road came to the end, and after Gu Zheng sat down on the auxiliary platform, the people who listened outside the mountain road because they couldn't squeeze into the big stadium had only one reaction to the debate, and that was piety.

Seeing this, Li Shimin, who was hidden in the crowd and closest to the viewing platform, asked the attendant who was close to him what he thought of this festival: "What do you think?"

"Do you think I have a unique vision?"

At this time, the chamberlain stared at the direction of the high platform on which the debate machine was mounted, with three points of admiration and three points of coquettishness, and replied: "Your Majesty's vision is really good, that Master Daoyue can praise the Dharma on such a scripture altar, and it is indeed the demeanor of a generation of eminent monks." ”

The voice in the mouth was crisp and dripping, without the uncertainty of the general waiter, and the male and female were indisputable.

Listening to this voice, it turned out to be a little girl.

Sure enough, Li Shimin tapped the tip of the nose of the little waiter on the side very intimately, laughed proudly again, and looked towards the high platform where the lecture was about to start.

And the woman who was praised stuck out her tongue and her eyes purred, but she turned her gaze to the direction of the debate monk again.

If Gu Zheng could see this woman's face, he would definitely be stunned at the scene.

This is His Majesty the Martial Emperor, who had the most noble status when he crossed the Great Zhou Dynasty.

At this time, Wu Mei was about the same age as Gu Zheng, but she was in her early twenties, and she was in her prime.

She is committed to the emperor beside her, but she doesn't dare to use half a point.

Because beside the powerful and suspicious Li Shimin, her charming, spooky methods are really too pediatric.

But she has a killer feature that no one knows, that is, now because she watched the debate machine too seriously, she was discovered, and secretly pinched the prince Li Zhi on her waist as a reminder.

For this sudden groping pig hand, Wu Mei was angry and coquettish, and behind Li Shimin's back hand, she was doing the most exciting cheating in the world.

The taboo between father and son, mother and son, made Li Zhi, who has always shown a benevolent, righteous and filial face, also red eyes at this time.

Whew, he couldn't calm his mind.

Just when he was about to attract the attention of his father because of his gaffe, and Li Shimin in front of him was about to turn his head, Master Daoyue on this high platform was the first to open his mouth.

"The Buddha said ......"

A famous Buddhist saying, spit out from the mouth of this monk, the words are like pearls, so that all the hearts of the people who enter the ears are automatically attracted.

There was a monk from outside the square who came to sit on the ground, closed his eyes and explained and recited together.

There are believers who are devoted to Buddhism, let them fold their hands together and sincerely appreciate it.

For a while, the people inside and outside the scene were actually washed by this sound, and they were all immersed in the witty words of Buddhist explanations one by one.

In the temple, Li Zhi and Na Wumei, who were still thinking about lewd things, were inexplicably ashamed of three points.

The original exciting and sneaky heart naturally faded.

And Wu Mei, who raised her head, looked uncontrollably in the direction of the debate machine on the stage.

Isn't this the debate monk who made Princess Gaoyang suffer a big loss a few days ago?

I only heard that the princess inexplicably lived in Puguang Temple for only one night, and she actually blocked the door of her own house, and she never went out to entertain guests for many days.

Gao Yang is so ostentatious on weekdays, who doesn't know the purpose of her coming to this Buddhist temple?

It's just that people in private turn a blind eye.

After all, the real love of that family's horse house has never been uttered at all.

However, this monk is really good-looking, and the bold and reckless Wu Mei has more courage than ordinary women.

While everyone was quietly listening to the call of Buddhism, she was always admiring the beautiful monk.

For a while, I was obsessed, but the image of the debate machine was deeply engraved in Wu Mei's mind.

Since then, the Buddha has become a demon, which has been engraved in her heart, making her aesthetics also very strange to the image of the debate.

Wu Mei, who didn't know that she had been imperceptibly affected, quickly pulled back her thoughts after the last sentence of Master Daoyue on the high platform was finished.

Although it is only a small section of legal discernment, it allows Li Shimin to experience the truest level of this Daoyue.

Seeing the figure of the devotional Buddha debater behind Daoyue, the dangerous light in Li Shimin's eyes at the beginning passed by in an instant and dissipated after this lecture.

He didn't alarm the people around him, but just whispered to the real guards on the side, and after saying to evacuate, he quietly withdrew from the crowd outside the temple gate.

The purpose of this trip has been achieved, and in this kind of mixed place, it is better to be careful.

A small garden procession that seemed to be loose but was actually well-guarded began to drive away in the direction of the imperial palace in Chang'an City.

Li Shimin, who relied on the car, did not ride a horse because he traveled with Wu Mei today. Instead, he leaned into the collapse of the car covered with yellow silk, looking at the scroll in his hand as if he had nothing to do.

I was afraid that I saw Wu Mei's boredom on the side, and suddenly, Li Shimin asked a sentence in his heart: "Mei Niang, you say, is the monk named Debate Machine too good-looking?"

"What will the people of Chang'an City think?"

Wu Meiniang, who was asked, sighed in her heart, and her impression of the arrogant Princess Gaoyang was even worse by three points.

You say that you are a young and beautiful concubine, how can you evaluate the ugliness or beauty of a young monk.

If it weren't for the princess's overly obvious and unconcealed behavior, which was known to her father, how could she have caused such a disaster for her?

Just thinking about Wu Mei, who acted according to her own heart, suddenly thought of the good thing that was suddenly interrupted when Li Shimin was close to her a few days ago.

In that day, she hid behind the tent full of resentment, and heard what Gao Yang, who suddenly met her, said?

By the way, Fang Xuanling's health is afraid that it will not be very good, her princess who married into the Fang family from the Tang Dynasty is actually going to fight for the title of Duke of the Fang family for his concubine.

This world is still the world of His Majesty the Emperor, and the laws of this world can be interfered with by you, a princess?