The ancient trees in the temple are shadowed, and the wide eaves stretch obliquely.

The shadow of the palace is reflected in the shallow sandbar poured into the mountain spring, far away and quiet.

There are seventeen guest houses in the back temple.

Three years ago, it used to be the place where she served in the temple.

She followed a small winding wooden bridge over a sandbar on the water's surface, familiarly recognizing the way.

Ji Mo glanced back at the empty temple slave liao, and hesitated:

"Big lady, do you want to arrange one or two here-"

She didn't stop, shaking her head and smiling.

Ji Mo's meaning, of course, was to arrange manpower in this place, and ambush and plot against the generals of the Loufu family who were preparing to enter the Ma Temple.

Along the way just now, she had already told him about the big upstairs encounter in the sacrificial field.

"They will first summon the Quanzhou monks to lead the way. Since the Quanzhou monk has been taken down by the temple slave arranged by me. Instead, they're going to waste their time here. ”

She didn't have the heart to think too much about Lou Da, who was trapped in the eucalyptus forest.

Ji Mo didn't need to ask, and she knew that the Quanzhou monk was already under her surveillance. When to take it is just up to her prior arrangement.

Of course, she will not openly oppose the envoy of the country, otherwise the people who want to move back to the Great Song Dynasty will settle down for fear of trouble. It was enough for her to hold back Lou Da's pace.

At the farthest edge of the courtyard, she walked with the Kudins without hurry.

Between the shadows of the mountains and waters, you can see the Fuso guest house on the other side of the water.

The seventeen courtyards are connected by wide wooden bridges, with different scenery and bright lights everywhere.

On the wide board bridge outside the courtyard, you can still see high-ranking maids wearing silk satin pot clothes walking by with lanterns from time to time.

Guests staying in the guest house. They are all aristocratic women who come to the temple to worship Buddha and live in the temple in the nearby feudal country. Occasionally, there will be a family as far away as Heian Capital to stay there.

These young women chanting sutras day and night in front of the Buddha, even in a border country like Fuso, which does not have to be too polite. They often also have a sad story that cannot be solved by outsiders.

That's why they are willing to temporarily abandon their parents and many maids and nurses at home, and only bring a few retainers and servants to come with great effort.

Avoid the empty door, and want to find a pure land.

The long bundles of hair draped behind the maids were reflected on the surface of the water, and they were reflected by the lotus Buddha lamps in their hands. The surface of the water glowed with dark gold waves.

This light wave is scattered in the water, dotted with patches of golden light. Lingering in the guest house everywhere Buddha pavilion.

And this golden statue of the Buddha Pavilion is shrouded in the deep mountain mist of Zhuma Temple. Shadows are enough.

It is like the Seven Treasures of Buddhism.

Outside the temple, the drums of the beast horns and drums of the students in order to keep the mountains and forests, and the fighting and killing of the mountain people of Fusang in order to open up the wasteland and burn the forests, are endless.

These cries. It seems to be just a memory of the Buddha's dream, a cannibalistic dispute between mortal ants.

"Find an empty guest house and hide it, and the guest house will not be full now."

She commanded.

At the moment, the seventeen guest houses are the safest places in the temple.

It is impossible for the monks to enter without being summoned. Even the temple slaves can only enter and exit at any time with the temple slave master. They would settle their dwellings, utensils, and food for them according to the requirements of their guests, and settle their courtiers and maids.

"I went to Master Kongming's Buddha Zhai, met the Dharma monks, and then came back with a pillar of incense in front of the master."

She stepped onto the broad bridge that led to the nave.

The plank bridge has no guardrails, only connected planks nailed to wooden posts in the water.

The Buddha of the monks was built near the central nave. Ji Mo and the others were not familiar with the path, so they couldn't avoid the monks and soldiers in the middle hall.

They were also unable to enter the Buddha Zhai first according to her orders and find Master Kongming's personal disciples.

As originally planned. Ji Mo was supposed to ask Kongming's disciple Fazhi for her letter box after putting a pillar of incense on her.

After she went up the mountain, she would burn the letters with her own hands in front of Master Kongming, and let them all go with him.

……

"Big lady, the monks and officials in the temple are all discussing in the middle hall. It turns out that the way to the Buddha is full of monks and soldiers—"

"Just go this way."

Although Ji Mo didn't do it, for her. Zhuma Temple is too familiar.

She looked at the lights in the nave and made a direct judgment:

Just cross two more covered bridges across the water and turn towards a wide board bridge to bypass the nave.

It will not alarm the monks in the slightest.

Ji Mo followed her closely, knowing that she had already made arrangements in the temple, but she was still a little worried.

"Big lady, please be careful."

Quanzhou monks stayed in the temple for many days. Because of the relationship between the old Song monks, they were of course the closest to the two personal disciples of Master Kong Ming.

Who knows if the monk has been bribed by the envoy of Lou?

"Don't worry, the monk has not been in contact with the Quanzhou monk today."

She burst into laughter.

"What?"

Before he could figure it out—how she suddenly found out about it—she stopped.

Across a sandbar on the water, she looked across the bridge into the darkness and tapped her hands.

The applause was soft, and he could hear a clapping sound on the waterfront bridge in front of him, echoing her from afar.

There was someone on the other side.

She smiled slightly, nodded to Ji Mo, and said:

"There are no monks ahead."

Ji Mo knew that the temple slave on the other side should be the one who came to pick her up.

He stared.

In the darkness at the end of the bridge, a seven or eight-year-old slave walked out, and I don't know if it was a man or a woman.

The little temple slave was holding a white wind lamp in his hand, and he shook it in the darkness, and he seemed to finally see Ji Qingchen's appearance clearly across the bridge.

Ji Mo also saw clearly, and it was a little female temple slave with short hair with her ears.

Ji Qingchen made a few gestures to her in the air, and Ji Mo knew that it was a secret word between the temple slaves.

These code words are to facilitate their confessions together when they steal chickens and dogs, so as not to be seized by the monks in charge.

I don't know how Ji Qingchen and her passed on the news, it seems that the Fazhi monk and the Quanzhou monk have confirmed today's movements.

"Over the years, they have been brought food and water. Of course, they are all temple slaves. ”

She didn't say much, and Ji Mo also understood that the temple slave was doing things in the food and drinking water of the monks in Quanzhou. It couldn't have been easier.

And she arranged those temple slaves, just waiting for today.

Can't let the Quanzhou monks openly lead the way for the Loufu generals, let alone let them bargain with the two monks and officials, Fa Zhi and Fa Xian, and discuss the price of betraying her.

Of course, Fazhi and Faxian are all Fusang people.

Ten years ago, the two little waiters who eavesdropped on her and Kong Ming outside the Buddha Gate, and then secretly gave her two cigarette antidotes, have already grown up.

They are also monks and officials in the Zhuma Temple, so they naturally have their own considerations.

Not for themselves. We also have to consider the civil strife in Fuso.

As a state envoy, Lou Yun can come up with too many conditions to tempt them.

The lantern slave didn't speak. More than a dozen steps away, several more hand gestures. After that, the boy turned and led the way.

Although Ji Qingchen followed unhurriedly, it was also because of her hand. looked at Ji Mo in surprise.

She told him what she had gotten and said:

"In addition to the three Quanzhou monks, there are other spies in the temple?"

However, she shook her head again, and said:

"Without the Quanzhou monk to guide the way, the Song people would never be so fast."

There is no need for Ji Mo to say more, she thought about it, and then she figured it out,

"It has nothing to do with us, the people from the temple should be the messengers of the new lord of Heian Capital to persuade him to surrender."

In Fusang State, the 800 monks and soldiers in Zhuma Temple are enough to compare the power of the princes of the United States. Of course, the new lord cannot turn a blind eye.

The messenger who persuaded them not to let them fall to the Hei family was successful.

"It seems that in the middle hall, the monks and officials are really not easy."

The monks and officials deliberated. Of course, it was to deal with the envoys of Heian Castle.

Therefore, the monks have no time to take care of the various divine sacrifices held by the people of Shengfan and Fuso Mountain Outside.

Ji Mo had already gestured to the six Kuding who were accompanying him, telling them to be on guard.

If the eldest lady didn't have an accident in Tangfang, but was arrested by the Song people in Zhuma Temple, he would be ashamed of his duty and not mention it. Saburo alone can't explain it.

"Big lady, San Lang has sent a message. I have already sent Xu Lao Da and Xu Lao Si to bring twenty Fang Ding to pick you up and return to the Fang. ”

He speculated, calculating the people in the temple who could protect her.

"There are also the Ezo people who escorted the eldest lady up the mountain, I think they are also about to arrive."

As Ji Qingchen's henchman, he knew that eleven Ezo people were allies, and Ji Chenhu's twenty-two reinforcements could only be regarded as half of their combat strength for the time being.

Although he didn't think that Ji Chenhu would be willing to let his own sister be captured.

Isn't that a slap in the face?

She nodded, and knew that Ji Mo was not worried about her. She said no more to let them go to the guest house and hide.

Seeing that he was about to cross the covered bridge, the brightly lit nave was indeed surrounded by monks and soldiers in the distance.

She said:

"Send someone to the nave."

She glanced at the small temple slave in front of her,

"She also said just now that two monks died during the deliberations in the nave."

“…… Be. ”

He waved his hand and sent a Kudin to investigate, knowing full well that she was worried about the two personal disciples that Master Kong Ming had bothered to cultivate and teach.

He had long heard that the two monks, Fa Zhi and Fa Xian, were very young, almost the same age as her.

They are now taught by Master Kongming, are proficient in Sanskrit and Chinese, and are eminent monks who are familiar with the Buddhist scriptures of the Three Thousand Pure Lands.

The Buddhist scriptures obtained by Japanese monks are basically Chinese Buddhist scriptures copied by traveling monks who went to Middle-earth.

Very few are Sanskrit scriptures that were lost to Fuso during the war.

Therefore, proficiency in Chinese and Sanskrit is a prerequisite for becoming a monk.

Among the two people, Fa Zhi and Fa Xian, the monk Fa Xian is more valued in the temple.

He was originally the son of the head of a small mountain village in Kamozuki Mountain. Although he lived in poverty, he learned from his family to collect grain, sell grain, manage the villagers, welcome guests and other chores. He was also very handy in managing the monks in the monastery.

Therefore, he is now a powerful steward monk in Zhuma Temple.

-- The first batch of smuggled grain that the eldest lady received was bought privately from the remote village of the Fazhi family.

He inevitably had to go to the nave to participate in the proceedings.

However, the other Dharma monk has always been concentrating on translating the scriptures, and he will definitely stay in Master Kongming's room to arrange the affairs of the master's death.

He would also wait for her, for her to come and worship the Teacher. (To be continued)

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