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In front of the national temple, many people sat today.

Today is the time of the opening of the mountain gate once a month.

The keynote speaker is Long Night.

It's the norm.

Since he was fifteen years old and won a great victory in the Dharma Discussion of the Monks at the Wusha Conference, his name has spread all over the country. Therefore, he also participates in the monthly opening of the altar and preaching activities of the National Temple. It's just that in the past three years, he has been traveling outside and has not shown his head again.

To the outside it is said that the abbot is in retreat. Now that he has returned, he wants to show himself again.

Two days ago, the news spread.

Before the sermon of this day began, many people gathered in front of the mountain gate to listen to the scriptures. Those who came to listen to the preaching of Buddhism, in addition to the illiterate peddlers and pawns, there were also relatives of the emperor.

Sitting on a high platform in the long night, wearing a white monk's robe, he watched the crowd in the audience and began to preach the truth of the reincarnation of good and evil.

He has always been distracted when he preaches. Although there were countless people sitting in the audience, and countless eyes fell on him, he was always calm and free. Except for the scriptures that kept flashing in his mind, nothing else could reach his heart.

But this time, as he spoke, he suddenly turned his indifferent gaze to the crowd, and then the voice suddenly stopped.

At the back of the crowd, he saw the familiar figure in a smoky gray hat.

But it was only a momentary stunned, and it returned to normal in an instant.

He continued, but out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but keep an eye on the place.

He fears that her interracial identity will be discovered.

After all, shemales have different paths.

Her long silver hair, if exposed to people, would inevitably cause a wave of trouble.

The national temple is blessed with great mana, and I don't know how long her Taoism can last.

The long night was a little distracted.

This lecture was a bit rushed. Normally he would speak for two full hours, but today he finished in one hour.

After the lecture was over, I still accompanied some nobles to eat vegetarian food.

The reason why the National Temple can be named after the National Temple is inseparable from the support of these nobles. Although Changye doesn't like this, as the abbot, this is his responsibility and obligation.

Since he was eighteen years old, when Master retired and handed over the temple to him, he has been faithfully fulfilling his obligations while practicing.

Master said that this is also a kind of practice.

So, he calmly accepted all kinds of mundane affairs.

"Master, I came today, in addition to listening to the Sanskrit sound, I was also entrusted by someone to come to make amends. My eldest uncle Wang is in the remote Jinzhou, I don't know if the master is coming, there are many offenses. It happened that the master was giving a lecture today, and the eldest uncle asked his little nephew to come around. ”

The handsome and noble thirteen princes ate fasting and got straight to the point.

"Monks don't speak. The poor monk had never met the King of Zhongshan. ”

Long Night said calmly.

What he said was the truth, but in the ears of the Thirteen Princes, it was another meaning that he was expecting.

The thirteenth prince understood and changed the topic: "I heard that the master traveled all over Jinzhou for a woman to find the best peony, I don't know if the rumors are true or false?" ”

Such anecdotes spread so quickly that within a few days, the Chang'an Palace was already boiling.

The Thirteen Princes knew that Changye never lied, and he didn't have the frame of a high monk, so he asked bluntly.

"It's true."

Changye said lightly.

"Oh? That's a strange thing. The thirteenth prince was stunned, put away his casual posture, and asked: "There are tens of thousands of peonies in Jinzhou, and if you look at this one plant one by one, you may not be able to see it all in three days, I don't know how the master ......."

"Attentively."

Changye said lightly.

The Thirteenth Prince was bored, so he stopped beating around the bush and asked directly about his final doubts: "I heard that the master finally sent a bag of flower seeds to the woman, I don't know if it's true?" ”

"Exactly."

"What's the mystery here?"

"Huh?"

Long night of doubt.

The thirteenth prince coughed embarrassedly and chuckled: "This king is blunt, I don't know what to say in this?" That woman didn't want the best peony in Jinzhou, master, you gave her a bag of flower seeds, this, how to explain it? ”

"Do it yourself."

The long night is still as precious as ever.

The Thirteenth Prince was stunned for a moment, then realized in an instant, and exclaimed: "Yes, wonderful." Worthy of the master! Isn't the peony you grow the best peony? Regardless of his Wei purple goose yellow, mountain peony, no one can compare to what he has worked hard to get. ”

After greeting for a while, the Thirteen Princes got up and left. Before leaving, leave a batch of donations to repair the side hall of the national temple.

But those have nothing to do with the long night, and there are people in the temple to contact them.

He returned to his cottage.

The cottage was as empty as ever.

Push open the door of the underworld, and look at it all.

Lonely futons, piled up in the corners of the walls, folded bedding.

There is no such person.

After a long night of silent reading, he returned to the scripture room and prepared to proofread the scriptures.

An afternoon passed quickly.

Long Night put down his pen and stood up, leaving the ink dripping on the bookcase to dry.

The sky is full of clouds.

The grass house is beautifully illuminated by the sun.

Chang'an has two palaces that are famous for their splendor.

One is the emperor's golden palace, which gathers the most exquisite skills in the world, and is luxurious and splendid. One is the Qing'an residence on Bodhi Mountain, the grass is the house, and the sun is the shadow, such as the Buddha's light appears.

When Long Night first built the grass house, it was not without obstacles. The abbot of the temple lived in several thatched huts, which seemed to the respected elders to be unorthodox. But after it was built, a young abbot in a white monk's robe stood in front of the grass house like a Buddha stepping forward, and the opposing opinions finally disappeared.

Along the way, the warrior monks guarding the top of the mountain silently clasped their palms and saluted.

Although the group of people retreated, for his safety, they still sent many people to protect them. Long Night insisted on letting these people not get close to the grass house, but only guarded the only exit from the top of the mountain.

Walking in the temple at night and meeting monks walking, regardless of age, they will respectfully salute him.

This salute and this respect is not only because Changye is the master of the national temple and the most fascinating genius in the world's Buddhist cultivation, but also because of his personal Buddhist attainments and admiration for people from the bottom of his heart.

Even some arrogant old bones have to admit that the eyes of the old thing of withering are poisonous.

Silence is the master of the long night, and the previous master of the national temple.

At the beginning, the withering force overrode the public opinion to hand over the national temple to this disciple, and several of them were quite unconvinced. But after the Jinzhou incident, they had to admire the withered skill of recognizing people.

As the highest in Buddhism, the news channels are well connected. Where the abbot went and what he did, they all watched.

The method of cracking the long night of Jinzhou is really wonderful.

Ordinary people may not understand, but they have been immersed in the Buddhist scriptures for many years and have a deep understanding, but they understand it in an instant. Although it is clear, they can't imagine such a method.