Li Shanchang's face was overbearing, although he was confident, he didn't dare to show the slightest.

"Your Majesty, Ye Boju died reading the scriptures and didn't know how to use them. Emperor Wen of the Han Dynasty divided the vassal kings, leading to the rebellion of the Seven Kingdoms. The ancients can bring lessons to the present people, but the dynasties are different, the days are different, the ministers are different, and everything is different, so it is not the same. God bless me Daming, God helps me to be the monarch, Daming feudal, is a curse or a blessing, and God's will has been decided. ”

"Providence?" Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to see a bright light.

"It's the emperor, the will of heaven cannot be violated, why doesn't the emperor ask God to give a hint?" Li Shanchang took advantage of the victory to pursue.

Zhu Yuanzhang gradually raised his eyebrows, and said secretly in his heart: "Yes, whether the feudal domain is right or wrong may not be visible in the hands of one or two generations of kings, maybe it will take more than ten generations of kings to verify, how can the courtiers know what will happen hundreds of years later?" Only a Bodhisattva has such great powers, so let the Bodhisattva show me a clear path! ”

After sorting out the myriad things, he regained his sense of taste for food, smacked his lips, and swallowed a few times with great enjoyment, and the fragrance of tea on the tip of his tongue was enough to make him refreshed and contented.

"Good man, Jianzhou's tribute tea has just arrived, the lips and teeth are fragrant, the aftertaste is endless, you can also taste it. Serve tea! ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The eunuch agreed, wondering in his heart, "Didn't the emperor drink the tea in his stomach?" Why did you say so many words before you realized that the tea was extraordinary? Is this tea really so long still fragrant in your mouth? ”

Li Shanchang carefully took the imperial teacup, tasted it attentively, and vividly expressed his personal feelings. He did not hesitate to praise the tea soup, and did his best to promote the initiative of recalling the group tea and switching to bud tea.

Obviously, this will not kill him.

Xuanyuan Temple is the closest temple to the imperial city in Yingtianfu, it was founded only more than 100 years, compared with the historical thousand-year-old temple can only be regarded as a descendant.

However, the princes and nobles in the palace, the marquis, the generals, and even the Son of Heaven all came here to worship the gods, not because it was close to the imperial city, but because the Buddha here was very effective.

Especially in the past 40 years or so, there have been many exciting cases of scholars and high schools, officials being promoted, patients being cured, and businessmen making fortunes, so that even the small people in the market, the three religions and the nine streams, have rushed to the monastery to kneel down and beg the Buddha to give them what they want.

On a clear autumn morning, Zhu Yuanzhang and Li Shanchang and two internal guards dressed as businessmen came to Xuanyuan Temple. At the gate of the temple, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but show his piety.

"Good long, the temple is the meaning of an inch of land, and the temple is a place of an inch of land. Here you must be respectful and obedient, so that you can get the truth of the wonderful law. ”

In fact, where did Li Shanchang and the guards dare to make a mistake. Not to mention that they are afraid of the gods, even if this is not a temple, in front of Zhu Yuanzhang, they are respectful and obedient like the Buddha.

However, because Zhu Yuanzhang had an experience of becoming a monk in a monastery before becoming emperor, every time he came to the monastery, he felt like taking a guest home, and he always had to introduce the rules and conditions of the family to the guest.

Although he was poor at that time, in order to wrap his belly, he hid in the monastery, and now as the Son of Heaven, he came to ask the gods for guidance. However, his devotion to the gods remained unwavering.

"Yes, sir. We will have reverence and dare not have the slightest delusion. Li Shanchang folded his hands.

The two guards were looking around, in a nervous state of alert, but they also hung their heads silently at this time.

Like the imperial city, the pattern of Xuanyuan Temple is to sit in the north and face south, and there are major main halls in turn on the north-south axis, and the side halls are distributed on the east and west sides, like the wings of an eagle.

Stepping into the mountain gate hall, Zhu Yuanzhang recited the words "bless the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty, and the people live and work in peace and contentment", and worship when he sees the Buddha.

The two mighty Vajra Lux with angry eyes and bare half-bodies, holding vajra in their hands, were the first to accept the worship of the Son of Heaven.

They were not particularly gracious to the Son of Heaven, and their eyes, which were bigger than a brass bell, issued an irreversible warning that the Dharma they had diligently guarded was sacrosanct, or else they would bear the consequences.

Zhu Yuanzhang and his entourage reverently accepted this warning and fused it with themselves, so that those who had not entered the monastery could first feel the difference between them and them.

To the north from the Sanmon Hall, there is a spacious courtyard before entering the Heavenly King Hall. The surrounding pines and cypresses are verdant and vigorous, and they are as vigorous and vigorous as Vajra Lux, and no one is allowed to offend.

These pines and cypresses are denser and taller than those in the imperial city, although they are only five miles apart and are nourished by the same sunshine and rain. Maybe it's because their mission is more noble, or maybe it's because they're more blessed.

In the middle of the courtyard stood a huge bronze incense burner, and the ashes could not contain their joy, and they jumped out of the incense burner and danced around the pilgrims, leaving the mark of their gifts on their heads, faces, and clothes.

Zhu Yuanzhang personally took out three sticks of incense on the small table next to the incense burner and lit them in the incense burner. Li Shanchang and the guards painted the gourd in the same way. In the following worship, under the shroud of incense, they will be more religious.

The Tianwang Hall and the Daxiong Treasure Hall are both single-eaves hilltop style buildings. This architectural style is not particularly high in rank, and is inferior to the top of the double-eaves palace, the top of the double-eaves rest hill and the top of the single-eaves palace.

The main building in the imperial city adopts the top of the heavy eaves palace, and the secondary buildings use the top of the heavy eaves rest on the mountain, and the level is much higher than that of the Xuanyuan Temple.

The same is true for glazed tiles. The eaves here are made of green glazed tiles, the tiled roof is made of gray tiles, and the main hall of the palace is made of yellow glazed tiles.

Zhu Yuanzhang planned to rebuild the Xuanyuan Temple and remove all the elements that were not important in his mind, so as to show his sincerity to Buddhism from the inside out, wholeheartedly, and could not tolerate half a grain of sand.

The Hall of the Heavenly King and the Hall of the Great Majesty stand Maitreya Buddha and Shakyamuni Buddha respectively. Since Maitreya Buddha is the descendant of Shakyamuni Buddha, Zhu Yuanzhang allocated more of his limited time to the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

However, he did not dare to forget the four great vajras, the protector god Veda Tianzun, Ka Ye, Ananda, the twelve arhats, and the island Guanyin.

After worshipping the main hall, Zhu Yuanzhang hurried to the side halls on the east and west sides: the Garan Palace, the Patriarch Palace, the Guanyin Hall and the Medicine Master Palace, repeating the same worship word for word.

After visiting all the gods, Zhu Yuanzhang began the main purpose of going to Xuanyuan Temple today - to ask for a signature.

They stood at the door of the hall and waited for the abbot, Venerable Bao Tong, to finish his lecture. Every time Zhu Yuanzhang came to Xuanyuan Temple to ask for a signature, the abbot would personally receive and complete all the signing process, and listen to the meaning of the signature.

In Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes, only the abbot can be the intermediary between him and the gods, explain his piety to the gods on his behalf, and receive all kinds of exhortations and warnings given to him by the gods.

Master Baotong did not end the lecture for Zhu Yuanzhang one minute earlier, and Zhu Yuanzhang did not dare to do such a foolish act. A quarter of an hour later, Bao Tong walked out of the Dharma Hall.

"Does the donor have any worries?" Baotong smiled indifferently.

He was a sturdy old man in his seventies. His facial features are three-dimensional and prominent, like carvings. However, this does not affect his approachable temperament. No matter how troubled or desperate you are, just say a few words to him and you will feel the Buddha's presence and peace of mind.

Here, Baotong did not regard Zhu Yuanzhang as an emperor, and Zhu Yuanzhang did not regard Baotong as a subject. Over the years, they have formed a tacit understanding that they have no distinction between high and low in front of the Buddha.

"Exactly, mage." Zhu Yuanzhang was respectful.

"Donor, please come with me." Baotong introduced the four of them into the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang knelt on the futon, and Baotong took off the bamboo tube containing the sign from the case and handed it to Zhu Yuanzhang.

At the moment when Zhu Yuanzhang took the bamboo tube, for some reason, his hand trembled, and the bamboo tube fell in front of Shakyamuni Buddha, and the sticks inside fell at the feet of the Buddha.

Zhu Yuanzhang panicked, Li Shanchang and the two guards forcibly suppressed the panic in their hearts, and in the end there was no situation in which chickens flew and dogs jumped.

They stepped forward to pick up the stick, put it back into the bamboo tube, and handed it to Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Yuanzhang held the bamboo tube, his hands trembled slightly, and his composure when he held the blade of the sword or lifted the enemy's head upside down was nowhere to be found.

He closed his eyes and gently shook the bamboo tube, trying to gain the power of the gods. However, the miracle did not appear, and not only could he not calm down, but he became more depressed, and a series of questions appeared in his mind.

Why can't he even hold a stick? Isn't God dissatisfied with him? Could it be that Ye Boju is right to oppose the feudal domain, and God wants to punish him for not being polite and virtuous, and to listen to himself?

God once warned him that he would descend into the world, but he ignored the warning, did not believe his words, and forced the minister to death, did he anger Tianwei?

Seal the domain! Everything started because of the feudal domain, should he immediately stop the feudal feudal feud and repent and introspect?

However, sealing the feudal domain is an important way for the Ming Dynasty to build a foundation for thousands of generations, he can't ban the feudal domain, Ye Boju can't stop it, the Manchu Dynasty civil and military ministers can't stop it, and God can't stop it! Since he was determined, why did he come to Xuanyuan Temple?

It was then that he truly faced his heart: he was not looking for answers, but for solace. Since God can't give him comfort, he can only endure the disturbance of the nightmare of the lonely night, and live the pain of being devastated. No one can change his decision.

Zhu Yuanzhang slowly opened his eyes, his expression heavy but firm.

He gently put the bamboo tube on the ground, bowed to the Buddha three times, and chanted: "Thank the Buddha for his guidance, bless the Ming Dynasty for thousands of generations!" Then he stood up and said to Bao Tong, "I will take my leave after that, the abbot." ”

"Donor, slow!" Baotong smiled slightly, "Why does the donor know why he can't ask for a sign today?" ”

"I don't know."

"The Buddha meant that the benefactor made his own decisions."

"Decide for yourself?" Zhu Yuanzhang rekindled hope, he was not abandoned by the Buddha? He doesn't have to go against the sky?

"Ordinary people can easily get the Buddha's guidance because their mission is still small. The donor will endure more tests than ordinary people and bear the consequences that ordinary people cannot bear, which is the Buddha's hope for the donor. ”

Zhu Yuanzhang felt a little relieved in his heart, and at the same time was ashamed of his disrespect for the Buddha just now, and hurriedly said, "Master Xie informed." ”

"Donor, please follow the old man to the bell tower." Baotong looked at Zhu Yuanzhang, who was in turmoil, and continuously established the subtle connection between the emperor and the Buddha.