"When my temple was at its most prosperous, it presided over a Buddhist event, and tens of thousands of people participated, and the grand occasion was unprecedented. There was a hint of resentment in Gejie's words.

"Then what do you think is the reason for the current state of this temple?" Shakya Gyaltsen said lightly.

"The disciple thinks that it is because the current emperor does not believe in our religion," Gejie said with some indignation, "Han and Mongolian people are different, they believe in some heresies, and abandon my orthodox religion as if it were a piece of me." ”

Shakya Gyaltsen sighed softly, Gejie's words he deeply agreed, although the current emperor named him the national teacher, the great mercy of the Dharma King, not only to respect Lamaism, but to use his influence to achieve the goal of controlling the snowy plateau. As for the sect that believed in him, I'm sorry, the emperors of the Central Plains Dynasty would not have enshrined him, a branch of Tantric Buddhism introduced from the Western Regions, as the state religion.

Seeing that Shakya Gyaltsen didn't speak, Gejie became even more excited, "National Master, you also think that your disciple's words are very reasonable, don't you?" ”

"Even so, what can I do?" Shakya Gyaltsen said with a calm face.

"National Teacher," Ge Jie's gaze roamed around, and he lowered his voice and said: "Now that the former Yuan and old departments of Mobei have never forgotten to re-enter the Central Plains and restore the glory of the Great Yuan, why don't we secretly contact them and help them return to the capital?" ”

"Buddha Amitayus," Shakyamuni Gyaltsen shouted a Buddha name, opened his eyes and looked at him, "Gejie, you are doing this to push our sect into danger, and then you and I will all fall into a catastrophe of destruction if you and I still have the foundation of this Wan'an Temple for more than 100 years." ”

"The disciple understands," Gejie said fearlessly: "They Han people in the Central Plains said a good word, put it to death and then live, if you don't find another way, the disciple can't think of how to magnify the lintel of my teaching, the Han people in the Central Plains go up to the princes and nobles, down to the common people, believe in Zen Buddhism, how did he put my teaching in his eyes, the disciple also can't bear the incense of the temple has been cold, so he made this decision." ”

"All over the temple, do you think like you?" A gleam flashed in Shakya Gyaltsen's eyes.

"National Teacher," Gejie said, "The disciples I teach in the temple are all from the snowy plateau, and there is not a single Han Chinese, please rest assured that the National Teacher." ”

"A person who develops bodhichitta has the heart of a wish to become a Buddha; Those who wish to be a Buddha are the ones who save all sentient beings. And the one who lives with the heart of all sentient beings is the heart of receiving all sentient beings and being reborn in the land of the Buddhas. Shakya Gyaltsen said, "If you have this heart, the disaster of the sword and the soldier will start from you, and the Buddha will not like it because of this way." ”

"National Teacher," Ge Jie's eyes showed disapproval, "If the disciple doesn't hear about the world, there will be no sword disasters in the world?" If the sect can return to the glory of the previous dynasty, what is the regret of the disciples even if they enter the Abi hell forever? ”

"Buddha Amitayus," Shakya Gyaltsen said after a long silence, "I don't see that Yuan Qi'er, you won't let her come in, so let her in!" ”

"National teacher, we meet again." Yuan Qi'er saw Shakya Gyaltsen and gave a deep salute.

"Since that night, the deity still thinks that Yuan Jushi has returned to the grassland?" Shakya Gyaltsen glanced at her lightly, "It seems that the layman is not dead hearted, and he has come to repeat this place of death." ”

"If you don't succeed, it makes the national teacher smile," Yuan Qi'er smiled slightly, "The national teacher is not prosperous here, and the disciples don't do their best, and Xue Chan Khan's spirit in the sky will also blame the disciples." ”

Xue Chan Khan is the honorific title of Kublai Khan, the ancestor of the Yuan dynasty, and the Lamaism he established as the state religion.

Shakya Gyaltsen glanced behind her, and a young man dressed as a Han scholar in his twenties stood there, although the young man looked solemn, but his eyebrows were heroic, and at a glance he knew that he was not an ordinary person.

"Is that him?" Shakya Gyaltsen was shocked in his heart, when he conferred the title of national teacher, the Great Mercy Dharma King, he met the Ming Emperor Zhu Qizhen, at that time, this great emperor was high in the sky, looking at the Quartet, what a pride, but now...... He immediately understood that Yuan Qi'er had kidnapped the current Ming Emperor and wanted to hide him here. Although he was shocked in his heart, he said quietly on his face: "The wealth and glory of the previous dynasty have long passed, why should Yuan Jushi be obsessed with this," he glanced behind her casually, "Is this a friend of Yuan Jushi?" Don't know what to call it? ”

"Oh, I haven't made it clear to the national teacher yet," a hint of apology flashed on Yuan Qi'er's face, "My friend's surname is Huang, and he wants to come here to admire the demeanor of the national teacher, so he came here with me," he said with a slight side of his face and said: "Brother Huang, this is the national teacher of Shakya Gyaltsen, why don't you come to meet the national teacher?" ”

"Huang has seen the national teacher." A bitter smile slipped across Zhu Qizhen's face, his hands arched slightly, looking extremely perfunctory, he had no impression of the Western Fan National Teacher who had been sealed by himself in front of him, so he didn't even look at him more.

"Huang Jushi doesn't have to be polite," Shakya Gyaltsen's face was calm, pretending not to know the other party, "There are no tables and chairs here for the deity, so please ask the two lay people to sit here for a while." His gaze subconsciously swept over the two futons in front of him.

"The national teacher is polite," Yuan Qi'er nodded to Zhu Qizhen, "The national teacher asked you and me to sit down, and you and I might as well be respectful." Saying that, he came to a futon and took off his shoes, and sat cross-legged, Zhu Qizhen's face was blank, and he still stood there still.

"This friend of mine is not used to sitting on this, please don't blame the national teacher!" Yuan Qi'er explained.

Shakya Gyaltsen didn't care about her explanation and asked, "What is the matter with the layman coming here to find the deity?" ”

"The last time I said goodbye to the national teacher, the disciple deeply regretted it," Yuan Qi'er said with a straight face: "This special visit is to sincerely listen to the teachings of the national teacher. ”

"Brother Yang, don't be impatient, I have ordered all my subordinates to watch the size of the exits of Wan'an Temple, and someone will come to report whenever there is a disturbance." Ning Zuer poured a glass of wine and handed it to Yang Muyun.

The Tianfuyuan Restaurant on Fuchengmen Street is facing Wan'an Temple, and when you open the window on the third floor and look at the opposite side, you can see lamas in red walking around the temple.

Yang Muyun, Ning Zuer, Zhu Zhiqing and Su Yue sat at a table near the window, and Yang Muyun's eyes looked out of the window for a moment.

Yang Muyun took the wine glass handed over by Ning Zuer in disbelief, and the expression on his face looked a little anxious.

"Yes, master," Su Yue also persuaded on the side: "Ning Gongzi is right, it's useless for you to be in a hurry, it's better to wait for the news." ”

"What kind of big man was kidnapped? Look at you in such a hurry," Zhu Zhiqing didn't know the truth of the matter, and glanced at Yang Muyun, "Isn't it the emperor today?" ”

Yang Muyun was shocked, he couldn't hold the wine glass in his hand, and he fell to the ground with a "dang" and shattered.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ning Zu'er glared at Zhu Zhiqing, "Today's saint is also something you can casually say?" ”

Zhu Zhiqing was reprimanded by him, and pouted unhappily.

At this time, Mo Buyan, dressed as a pilgrim, hurriedly came upstairs and took a deep look at the table, "Lord Ning, Young Master Yang." ”

"Did you hear any news?" Yang Muyun didn't wait for Ning Zuer to speak, and hurriedly asked.

"The little one went around in the temple," Mo Buyan said: "Except for the white pagoda, the little one has searched all over, and there is no trace of Yuan Qi'er or Zhu Gongzi." ”

"Huh?" Yang Muyun's heart sank when he heard this, and he felt dizzy, and he almost couldn't sit still.

Ning Zuer glanced at Yang Muyun and asked, "What about the White Tower?" You didn't even try to get inside and take a look. ”

"Lord Huining," Mo Buyan said: "The white pagoda is a forbidden place in the temple, and even ordinary lamas in the temple are not allowed to approach without permission, let alone outsiders ......" Then the conversation changed and said: "The little one has bought a lama in private, according to him, the current holy national teacher, the Great Mercy Dharma King, is practicing in it, and no one can disturb him." ”

"Shakya Gyaltsen?" Yang Muyun came to his senses, "It turns out that he is also in this temple." ”

"What else have you heard?" Ning Zuer continued to ask.

"The little one asked about Yuan Qi'er and Zhu Gongzi, the lama didn't know, and the little one asked a few more people in the temple, but they didn't know."

"With your skills, can't you go into the tower and find out?" Ning Zu'er glanced at him and asked.

"Lord Yuning, the surroundings of the tower seem to be full of secret sentinels, and the small ones dare not act rashly, so hurry back to report to you and Young Master Yang." Mo said respectfully.

"Brother Yang, look ......"

Before Ning Zu'er finished speaking, Yang Muyun took the case, "Yuan Qi'er must have entered the tower with Zhu Gongzi." ”

"Why is Brother Yang so sure?" Ning Zuer asked in surprise.

"That Daci Dharma King and Yuan Qi'er are old acquaintances, if it wasn't for the accident in Liuyinggou, he would have followed Yuan Qi'er to the grassland at that time," Yang Muyun rolled his eyes,

"Ning Gongzi, let's go over together now, and when we get to the tower, everything will be revealed."

Ning Zu'er nodded, and said to Mo Buyan: "You go down, tell everyone, you must keep an eye on all the exits for me, and if there is any movement, come over and report immediately." ”

Mo said yes, turned around and retreated.

Ning Zuer poured another glass of wine and put it in front of Yang Muyun, "Brother Yang, don't get excited, you sit down first." ”

"Ning Gongzi," Yang Muyun glared at him and said: "The matter is as urgent as a spark, if it drags on for half a minute, if someone in the palace and the court knows, then it will be ......" was anxious, and the following words were like choking and couldn't spit out.

"I understand this," Ning Zu'er said unhurriedly, "Things still need to be carefully considered, don't they?" If we go like this, Brother Yang, aren't you afraid of any danger to Zhu Gongzi? ”

As soon as the words fell, Yang Muyun calmed down, yes, although he vaguely knew the whereabouts of the emperor, but if it passed with such fanfare, what if Yuan Qi'er threatened the emperor's life? When the time comes, the mouse will be bogeyed, but the emperor will be in danger.

"What is in front of us now is how to enter the tower without knowing it," Ning Zuer said: "I said it just now, the Great Mercy Dharma King is now practicing in the tower, not to mention outsiders, even the lamas in the temple can't approach at will, not to mention that there are secret posts around the tower, and I am afraid that it will only be possible to wait until night to sneak in." ”

"How can you wait until the evening?" Yang Muyun immediately became anxious again, the emperor's absence in the palace could not be concealed at night, not to mention the palace, even the entire capital would have to be in chaos.

"Brother Yang, this matter is in a hurry," Ning Zu'er glanced at him, "You must know that the safety of Zhu Gongzi is more important." ”

Yang Muyun sat back in the chair with a "bang", feeling a little weak, yes, what is more important than the emperor's safety?

The wine table became quiet for a while, Zhu Zhiqing and Su Yue looked at the solemn faces of the two, and they didn't dare to talk casually, and the four of them fell into silence for a while.

Suddenly, Yang Muyun's eyes lit up and looked at Ning Zuer, "Ning Gongzi, where is Luoyuan, take me quickly." ”

Before Ning Zu'er could react, Zhu Zhiqing and Su Yue's faces were both red.

Zhu Zhiqing glanced at Yang Muyun, "When is it, you men, no matter how anxious you are, you can't forget to go to that kind of place." ”

Ning Zu'er was stunned, and met Yang Muyun's eager gaze and asked, "What is Brother Yang going to do there?" ”

"I'm going to find Shisu," Yang Muyun said anxiously, "Only she can help me with this matter." ”

Luoyuan is located in the Liuxiang Hutong of Mingyufang, and Qingyun Pavilion is called the two major brothels in the capital, and the elegance and chic of Qingyun Pavilion, Luoyuan is more gorgeous and magnificent. There is a lot of traffic in front of the door, and there are many customers.

Luoyuan's mother Yao greeted the guests so dry that her mouth was dry, and she hurriedly asked the little girl next to her to bring a cup of tea.

"Sister Yao," a bewitching, plump woman, who looked to be about thirty years old, shook a fan, twisted her waist and came to her and said, "If you are tired, go back to the house to rest, and I will greet you with the guests here." ”

"No, no," Yao's mother rolled her eyes, "Whose errand is this, that's who's errand, I don't dare to work Miss Jing, you just serve the guests well." I don't dare to break the rules set by Miss Shiso. ”

"Look at what Sister Yao said," Miss Jing said with a flattering smile: "I just can't bear that you are tired, I just want to help you, why are you involved in the rules again," and then sighed, "I want to serve the guests, but Sister Yao, you don't invite the guests to me, so I have to come out by myself now." ”

Yao's mother smiled, "Miss Jing said this, as if I was blocking the guests from going to your room," after a pause, her voice raised a little, "You must know that the girls' names are all ordered by the guests, where is my decision?" ”

The two were talking, only to hear the turtle slave outside say: "Two sons, please inside"

Miss Jing's eyes lit up, and she twisted her plump waist and walked out the door.

Looking at her back, Yao's mother snorted coldly, "With your old pearl yellow appearance, you can only deceive the young girl who has never seen the girl, I just bring the guests over, and they will not step into your room half a step." ”