"Do you think the old man is here to embarrass you?" The man smiled leisurely and patted the trunk of the huge Sanssouci tree, "I'm here to visit my old friend, and I have nothing to do with you little babies. ”

Yang Muyun looked at him, then at the tree, and his eyes widened in surprise, "Could this person be a madman?" ”

The man didn't look at him, he stroked the uneven and rough trunk with his hand, and muttered to himself, "Little lama, the trees that the old man and you planted together have grown so big, can you see them in the sky?" Saying that, he laughed at himself, "The old man forgot that you have been reincarnated as a human, but you are much worse than your previous life's cultivation, and you have not experienced much profound Buddhism, but you are an amorous seed." I was fascinated by a little girl, and I ...... tsk," he said, shaking his head and sighing.

Yang Muyun tiptoed around him and walked towards the outside of the courtyard. Although that man is crazy, he is like a ghost, and he is never an opponent. He stepped out of the courtyard door with one foot, glanced back at the courtyard, and saw the man muttering to the tree......

Saeed sat in his room silently reciting the Qur'an when the curtain was lifted and a figure floated in. Saeed did not raise his head, still reciting the Qur'an, and the man stood motionless, not disturbing him in the slightest.

After Saeed finished reciting the scriptures, Fang looked up at him and said lightly, "You're back?" ”

"The contemptible man has failed the trust of Lord Said, and now he has come to ask for sin." The man bowed deeply to Said.

"Then why don't you run away?" Said closed the scripture and asked, the person in front of him was Yang Muyun.

"Because my wife is still here, I can't leave her alone." Yang Muyun said quietly: "Didn't the Prophet Muhammad teach people not to abandon their wives at will, otherwise Allah will not protect him." I don't want to go against my conscience. ”

"It's rare that you can remember the scriptures I just told you," Said nodded silently, "Since you let go of the people guarded by Yuan Gongzi, I can only send you to another place and let him deal with you personally." ”

......

Said sent people to take Yang Muyun to a large-scale Buddha hall, and there were bursts of Sanskrit singing in the hall, and there seemed to be many people chanting.

Said's men handed Yang Muyun over to the Mongolian guards outside the palace, and after a few words, he retreated.

A Mongolian guard brought Yang Muyun into the hall, and when he saw a group of people sitting in the hall, listening to a great lama preaching surrounded by candlelight on the high platform. Yang Muyun looked at it, and was stunned in his heart, the great lama who was preaching on the high platform was quite young, in his early twenties at most, and his appearance was quite fair and handsome, he was wearing a yellow peaked Panzhida hat, wearing a bright yellow robe, twisting Buddhist beads in his hands, and reciting words in his mouth, Yang Muyun didn't understand the language, and didn't understand what he was talking about. But everyone sitting below was listening attentively, as if they were very pious, among them were the lamas in the temple, and there were many men in green clothes. Yuan Qi'er sat at the front, and the person sitting next to her was actually Zisu, Hai Limu and Eritu were on the left and right. The presiding Guru Dharma also sat at the bottom, and among them was a man over 50 years old with a full beard, his hair and beard were gray, but his majesty was undiminished, and his face was wrinkled like a knife and axe. Yang Muyun didn't know Xiong Gangyue, but he also saw that his status was not low.

"The monasteries in the Central Plains are all white-bearded, old and virtuous monks, and this Tibetan monastery is also rare, and it is even dedicated to a young young lama to preach the scriptures." Yang Muyun was amazed in his heart. He did not know that the Buddhists in Tibet had a popular way of passing on the reincarnation of the spirit child, that is, after the death of the respected leader of the sect, his disciples would nominate a child as the reincarnated heir, and even if the smell of milk had not dried up, everyone should respect him and respect him as the leader. And the young ** teacher on the stage is the reincarnation of the national teacher Tsongkhapa, Shakya Gyaltsen, who was named the Great Compassion King by the current emperor.

Yang Muyun looked at all this with a lot of novelty, and everyone in the hall looked at the ** master with very respectful and pious eyes, only Zi Su, and her gaze at this ** master had a hint of banter. And the young ** master who was sitting on the high platform and had a solemn appearance chanted the scriptures, opened his eyes from time to time, and his eyes fell to the stage, intertwined with Shiso's eyes, which made people look quite playful.

"Zi Su said that there was a great Dharma King from Tibet who admired her very much, and the poems sung in the Chengguo Mansion were also made by this national teacher, could it be that this young lama is him?" Yang Mu

Yun Xin couldn't help muttering.

Yang Muyun stopped by the wall on one side of the main hall, and everyone in the hall did not glance at him, only Zi Su heard the sound of footsteps, and saw him sideways, with a hint of strange color on his face.

"Master Shakya Gyaltsen," Shisu's gaze quickly retracted, and when the young national teacher on the stage finished reciting a scripture, he immediately asked: "National teacher, I have been very distressed recently, how will you teach me?" ”

The young national teacher smiled slightly, did not feel sorry for her question, and said loudly: "My teacher has clouds: the human body is not separated from suffering, like a dragon in the sea. Human beings are in samsara, and everything they suffer is nothing more than suffering. It is similar to the life of a dragon and is confined to muddy water. The cause of suffering is bad karma. If a female bodhisattva tries to inspect what she does on weekdays, and she realizes that the power of creating evil is better than creating good, then there is no evil in your heart, just as the royal treasury is unprepared. For the sake of goodness, and doing good deeds, when you can get rid of bitterness and enter good fun, and even get the emperor to release yourself, you can avoid it. ”

"The gods are chattering, and they don't know what to say." Shisu muttered in his heart, but his face was pious, "Be taught!" He glanced at Yang Muyun.

Yuan Qi'er also followed her gaze and caught a glimpse of Yang Muyun, her face shrugged slightly, and asked Shakya Gyaltsen: "National teacher, the disciple needs to go out for something, please forgive me!" ”

"Yuan Jushi, please!" The young national teacher said calmly.

......

A quiet room next to the main hall.

"Yang Muyun, you really use good means," Yuan Qi'er smiled and glanced at Yang Muyun, "I let people treat you well, but you don't know what to do, Said's nerd ate you, and you used it as a gun." ”

"Yuan Gongzi thinks highly of Yang," Yang Muyun said: "Yang just didn't want innocent people to be affected by me, so he took the opportunity to let them go." ”

"You're old acquaintances with them, aren't you?" Yuan Qi'er raised her eyebrows, "But you use this trick to coax me, is this son a three-year-old child?" ”

Yang Muyun glanced at her and did not speak.

"Do you think the two of them will run away when they leave this temple?" Yuan Qi'er's words made Yang Muyun's heart jump suddenly.

He remembered the crazy person he met in the kind of small courtyard full of worry-free trees, "No," Yang Muyun secretly shook his head in his heart, "His martial arts should be much higher than mine, if he wanted to make a move, he would have stopped us a long time ago, there is no need to make this trick to get away with it." ”

Yuan Qi'er saw that his face was cloudy, but he was poked in the heart by himself, smiled leisurely, and said: "Since Said can't stand you, you can follow me to listen to the national teacher's lectures!" When the scriptures are finished, they should be brought back. ”

On the forest path leading to the bottom of the mountain, two slender shadows are galloping briskly down the mountain.

A shadow staggered for a moment, barely holding on to a small tree to keep herself from falling.

"Miss, I can't do it," Jing Lian gasped for breath, "You go first, don't worry about me." ”

"How can that be?" Chen Siyu hurriedly said, "How can I leave you here alone?" He stepped forward and grabbed her arm, "Jinglian, you must hold on, I will help you, let's get out of here quickly, and when we get to the road down the mountain, we can meet the caravan of the Jingshi, and then we will catch someone's car, and we don't have to go." ”

"Miss," Jing Lian gasped and said, "You are about to marry into the Chengguo Mansion, and you still treat Yang Gongzi so wholeheartedly, is it worth it for you to do this?" ”

"Jing Lian," Chen Siyu helped her up and continued to walk forward, "I understand that there will be no result between me and him, but if you like someone, you must stay together day and night?" The voice paused, "What's more, someone smuggling ordnance is not good for my Ming Dynasty, shouldn't we all do our part as the people of the Ming Dynasty?" ”

"Miss," Jing Lian looked at her and said, "If we had stayed in Nandu at that time, wouldn't you have to marry Zhu Yi's infamous gentleman?" ”

Chen Siyu sighed softly, her beautiful eyes looked ahead a little blankly, "Jinglian, there are some things I can't choose, what should come will come after all, no matter where you hide." ”

"But," Jing Lian grabbed her hand tightly, "The slave maid is afraid of the thought of marrying into the Chengguo Mansion with you, and the slave maid is afraid ......."

"Jinglian," Chen Siyu comforted her: "Don't worry, you and I will not force you to do what you don't want to do, and when the time comes, .....

I'll ask my brother to find a good place to settle you down......"

"Miss, are you going to let me go?" Jing Lian grabbed her arm with a frightened expression, "No, I won't leave Miss You, and I won't die ......"

"Jinglian ......" Chen Siyu frowned slightly, and was about to say a few more words. I only heard a gloomy voice say, "If you don't want to leave, stay here!" ”

"Who?" Chen Siyu shouted in fright.

The branches and leaves in the forest in front of him trembled, and a strong man with a green cloth like an iron tower came out first, holding a thick iron rod in his hand, and a pair of eyes looked at him with bad intentions, followed by seven or eight big men, each holding a thick iron rod, standing behind him.

"Brother Tiger," a big man's squinting eyes swept over the two girls, and he smiled at the tower-like strong man, "It turns out that they are two beauties, and the brothers' glamorous blessings are really not shallow." ”

"They escaped from the temple." The tower-like man glanced at the big man.

"So what?" The big man said disapprerovingly: "They are not the people who Yuan Gongzi and the master of the association are focused on, can't they touch them?" The iron rod in his hand paused on the ground, "From the late to the present, the brothers have been drenched in wind and rain all night, don't be too happy, Brother Tiger, in addition to the leader of the meeting, I will count you, and you can't take care of this little thing?" ”

"Jing Lian, go quickly" Chen Siyu pushed Jing Lian beside him hard.

"None of you can leave." The man smirked, threw the iron rod in his hand and pounced.

"Ah" Chen Siyu was pulled by his sleeve and screamed. Seeing this, Jing Lian hurriedly pounced and lowered her head and bit the man's hand hard.

The man snorted miserably, covered his hands and jumped away, two rows of tooth marks deeply embedded in the back of his hand. Everyone laughed, and someone sneered: "Ba Laosi, this flower is not easy to pick!" Beware of this thorn pricking your hand! ”

Ba Laosi was annoyed and angry, and slapped Jing Lian in the face with his backhand, Jing Lian screamed, slipped under her feet, and fell to the ground. "Little slut, I'll do it for you now." The four elders roared, opened their clothes and threw themselves at Jing Lian.

"Miss, you go quickly!" Jing Lian shouted desperately at Chen Siyu.

"No" Chen Siyu rushed forward and crashed into Ba Laosi's flanks. Ba Laosi stumbled, grabbed Chen Siyu's shoulders with his backhand, and laughed cruelly, "It's okay, you are in such a hurry to come over, so I will let you taste the taste of Uncle and me." As he spoke, he glanced at the Howling Tigers, "If you don't come here yet, you can only drink Lao Tzu's shabu-shabu water later!" Stretched out a big mouth and sniffed at Chen Siyu's face.

Chen Siyu screamed in horror, his hands slapped wildly on him, and suddenly touched a hard thing, and he grabbed it and poked it at his heart without thinking about it.

Ba Lao Si screamed, his eyes widened in horror, he took a few steps back, the blood in his chest gushed like a spring, and he fell to the ground on his back with a "plop", and after a few convulsions, he was motionless.

Chen Siyu held the hard thing with both hands, still screaming in horror. It turned out to be a short knife that Ba Laosi was carrying, and it was inadvertently touched by Chen Siyu.

"Ba Laosi, he's dead!" A big man exclaimed.

Xiaotian Tiger's face sank, and with a wave of his hand, he held an iron rod in his hand and surrounded Chen Siyu with everyone.

"Miss" Jinglian stood up and hugged Chen Siyu tightly.

At this time, only a horse neighing, and then a sudden sound of horses' hooves came, the Howling Sky Tiger was stunned, and glanced left and right, and everyone dragged the body of Ba Laosi and hid in the bushes on both sides.

"Miss, why did they retreat?" Jing Lian's eyes widened in surprise.

Chen Siyu breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly lowered his hands holding the short knife.

The sound of the horse's hooves gradually approached, and a red horse snorted and galloped to them not far away, and the knight immediately pulled the reins of the horse, and the horse neighed, propped up its front hooves, and the man stood up.

A handsome young man in a royal blue shirt jumped off his horse, walked quickly in front of them, and waved his hand.