Speaking of this, Li Shimin pulled out a fluttering piece of paper from the bookcase on the side, threw it next to the county lord of Gaoyang, and only said: "This is the Chen Tiao handed over by Dali Temple in the middle of today, you can read it yourself", and he was no longer too lazy to take care of this daughter who had already lost her sense of proportion.

And after the county lord of Gaoyang picked up this paper, he found that on it, one by one, one by one, the incidents that she had done against the rules and regulations of the country were recorded clearly and accurately.

Among them, her non-distinguishing thoughts about the debate machine are just words like speculation and coercion, but she can see from between the lines that her every move is clearly seen in the eyes of those ministers who are full of food and have nothing to do.

Bastard!

Gao Yang, who was panting with tightness in his chest, crushed the paper in his hand, but after ending this crazy action, he collapsed to the ground all of a sudden.

After entering this house, Fang Yiai, who had not said a word, finally had a trace of emotion after seeing the reaction of the county lord of Gaoyang.

He helped him in the direction of the county lord Gaoyang, who had fallen to the ground, and said in a whisper: "Gaoyang, don't fight for ......." ”

In the end, he and Gao Yang became a joke.

And when she heard her unpromising husband's last words, Gao Yang just stared at her colt for a long time, but she cried loudly.

This is the sad story between a strong woman and Adou who can't help up.

Don't blame any of them, it's just a matter of character.

But Li Shimin, who was sitting at the top, knew that poor people must have something to hate, and he was already tired of tonight's farce.

As for this, Li Shimin just waved his hand and instructed Fang Yi, who was still kneeling on the side: "It's not too early now, if there is nothing to do, just retreat." ”

"Tomorrow, the mourning hall of the Fang family still needs to be presided over by the person who attacked the lord, and after Fang Aiqing's death is completed, you will follow the practice of the Fang family and divide the family. ”

"Now don't lie about brotherhood, you don't look up and don't look down, you are no longer fit to live together. ”

"Whoa!"

Fang Yizhi's kneeling this time was sincere, and as for Li Shimin's instructions to the later Gaoyang County Lord, it was a little spicy.

"And you, Fang Yiai, take your wife out of my dormitory, I don't want to see your family again for a short time. ”

"If you are a big man, you have to be optimistic about your own woman, even if it is a princess, what can you look like when you are pressed on the head by a woman. Also, don't let Jin Yang harass the debate master anymore. ”

"Master Xuanzang has returned to Datang in a few days, and I am already planning to send the debate machine of Puguang Temple to Master Xuanzang's seat. ”

"You guys, don't be delusional!"

After speaking, Li Shimin waved his hand, and the attendants on the side dragged them and sent the people in this room to the palace.

In the gloomy corridor out of the palace, only the sound of Fang Yiai and the princess pacing silently remained, and the words spoken silently by the two people were so consistent: "I endured it for a while today, and the current father is very old......

The incident belonging to the Fang family in the palace ended quietly like this, and the good luck that belonged to the debate machine was finally coming.

In this day, Gu Zheng, who was buried in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, was notified by the little novice, and pushed the door too open, and he had already adapted to the eyes of the candlelight in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and he also narrowed in the suddenly bright environment.

In front of him, faintly walked his master, with an inexplicable joy, with a bit of eagerness, striding towards the desk where he was writing scriptures.

"Debate, don't write, come with me quickly, Master Xuanzang, I have come to my Puguang Temple, and I want to see the translator and copyist of the previous scriptures. ”

"Oh, Yes Master. ”

Gu Zheng, who was suddenly interrupted, was blindfolded, but he still didn't forget it, and brought the scriptures that he had just finished translating and the ink had not yet dried up.

Jokes, these are all his achievements, and there are classics that play an important role in the future "Records of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty".

How can you make Master Xuanzang extremely impressed.

Gu Zheng didn't know anything about the internal decision, he just followed his intention to become famous early.

At this moment, he and the debater himself were very excited.

The legendary person, the monk who played a vital role in the Tang Dynasty and even the Buddhist inheritance for thousands of years in the future, is now in front of him.

It was a compassionate old monk, between his eyebrows, he could still vaguely see his youthful appearance, even if the years had carved irreversible traces on his body, but I have to say that today's Xuanzang is also handsome and handsome.

It's no wonder that in the Journey to the West in later generations, all the banshees cried and shouted with the royal brother and brother for a while.

From the moment he saw Master Xuanzang, Gu Zheng suddenly felt that his defense machine was still too immature.

Tang monk meat, jokes, a man's charm, is it just a superficial duel with only the skin?

That kind of indescribable charm made Gu Zheng, who had not yet talked to him, already admired him at this time.

If there are a few holy monks, there is only one Tang monk in the world.

Seeing this, Gu Zheng's singing put himself very low.

And such a pious self-humility also made Xuanzang feel good.

In his opinion, the talents of the debate monks are unlimited, and the understanding in the Buddhist classics is not even worse than that of the old monks who have praised the Buddha for many years.

At such an age, it should be proud, with many problems of a young monk.

But when I saw it today, I found that this debate was as warm as an underwater pebble, and I had already used Buddhist scriptures to polish my sharpness and polish it as soft as a Buddhist classic.

This is very good, no wonder the saints today praise the debate machine and highly respect it.

And his own compilation of classics is a hard-working job, and he can't do it without the assistance of young people, so why not do it with someone as useful as Gu Zheng as his assistant?

After all, Buddhism, after his death, also needs a leader.

Gu Zheng, just like this, the simple follower Xuanzang left, a bag of luggage, a monk's robe, empty and not chic.

arrived at the official institution specially built for Xuanzang by Li Shimin, the interior of the Translation Academy.

In this translation institute, Master Xuanzang allows outstanding teachers from all over the country to participate in this work.

If you are a well-known monk from a small country in the surrounding area who is dedicated to Buddhahood, you can also ask the envoy of your country to apply to come to the Sutra Translation Institute to study and engage in trivial matters in the process of translating sutras.

It is this kind of tolerance of recruiting talents that has allowed this translation institute to be established, and there is an endless stream of Buddhist talents from all over the Tang Dynasty.

Of course, the surrounding Goryeo, Dongying country, even volunteered, crying and shouting to hug the working monks in front of the translation institute, asking to participate, even if it was serving tea and water, cleaning or something, they were all willing.

For this, the staff in the Sifang Pavilion of the Tang Dynasty is very calm, due to the situation of the four states of the Tang Dynasty, the Sifang Pavilion located in Chang'an City, in the grand festival or ceremony, is simply about to be surrounded by the envoys of the barbarians from all over the world.

As long as this group of monks of the Wa Kingdom is not excessive, don't be like the aristocratic women of the Wa Kingdom, kidnapping the noble and talented sons of the Tang Dynasty to sleep and keep seeds, they will also turn a blind eye and let them negotiate and solve it themselves.

Therefore, the debate machine that followed Master Xuanzang from the main gate was subjected to strong onlookers.

The monks of various countries, dressed in fancy costumes, were eager to see a hole in the face of the debater.

Who is he?

What is he doing here?

What the?

Translate scriptures and participate in the compilation of "The Legend of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty"?

What can he do?

Amitabha, the Buddha should not be blamed, the poor monk has committed the original sin of jealousy......

On this day, the calm mantra was the most recited, but the next thing they saw was the legend of a young monk.

Obscure scripture texts?

That didn't exist, the same colleague monk on the side was holding the book, because he was afraid of disturbing Master Xuanzang's train of thought, so he had to come to ask about the debate, and this young monk, three or two clicks, made others suddenly realize, and they could understand the meaning very smoothly.

Is the book too voluminous?

Taking too long to translate?

That doesn't exist either.

This debater is alone, except for eating, drinking, and Lazar all day long, and he is a translator who buries his head in his head.

Didn't you see that the books that were originally stacked high in front of him and carried back from the Western Regions were now decreasing at an alarming rate?

This was all digested by the debater himself.

It is no wonder that Master Xuanzang once said that if the debate machine can maintain such a state of piety, if it is the same for ten years, his future achievements will far surpass all the monks present today.

I have to say that he is gifted, and his debate is like he was born specifically for the Buddha.

And it is this kind of debate machine that makes Master Xuanzang even more popular.

If nothing happens, this old man is very willing to keep the debate by his side, watching his daily dealings with ordinary people in addition to compiling classics.

Among those people, there are many people who have sincere beliefs and admiration, but they are not like Gao Yang's arguments, just naked desires.

Those people are pious, prostrate, and eager to kneel in front of Xuanzang, just hoping that this monk can touch the top of his hair, and that is enough.