The Great Cloud Sutra, from Tianzhu, 260 years ago in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, was translated into Chinese by Master Tan Wuyu of Beiliang and became a part of the vast Buddhist classics.

It tells such a story, the Pure Light Heavenly Maiden once heard the "Great Nirvana Sutra" from the same-sex lamp Buddha, and later when the Buddha was alive, she was born into the world as an ordinary womb, and heard the profound meaning of the Dharma again, and achieved the Buddha's fruit, although she was a woman, but later became a king, got a quarter of the territory led by the wheel king, and educated the urban and rural men, women and children to eliminate all kinds of evil opinions, dissenting opinions, and the vast Buddhist cause.

The eastern capital of Luoyang, White Horse Temple.

Xue Huaiyi sat cross-legged, with the spread out Great Cloud Sutra between his knees, staring at every word and sentence like an eagle falcon, for a long time, and sighed, "Doom? You little thief has survived the disaster, but you have made it difficult for the Sprinkle family."

He is the head of the martial arts, it is true that he has done a lot of evil, but he has also done nothing, never touched the dispute between the Li family and the martial arts, and took the scriptures on his lap, he can be more favored by the queen of heaven, and there is no need to say more about the glory and wealth, but the back road he deliberately left for himself no longer exists, but he can't help but accept it, and he can't afford the consequences of falling out of favor.

Quan Ce's face was confused, "What did Master Xue say?" The vain has not heard"

Xue Huaiyi smacked his mouth, stood up, kicked him on the heel, and walked out of the treasure hall with his hands in high spirits, "For the teacher said that you owe a beating, well, my Buddha is really through the heavens and the earth, and the queen of heaven must be the reincarnation of the Pure Light Heavenly Maiden, it is the will of heaven to rule the world, but the hateful scriptures are difficult, and the fools and laymen do not know the true meaning, I will invite the powerful monks of the Buddhist family to interpret this sutra together and benefit the common people."

"Master Xue takes the world as his own responsibility, it can really be said that he shoulders morality with iron shoulders" Quan Ce got up from the ground and walked with him in the square, patting his elegant sycophants.

"Hmph, do you think you can escape, since the pen is very good, you have to be a knife and pen official for the teacher, and leave a font on this big cloud scripture" The corners of Xue Huaiyi's mouth curled up, with bad intentions.

Quan Ce smiled and said nothing, is it better for this scripture to come out by chance, or is it better to find it deliberately? Is the interpretation of the scriptures done well by the Buddhists, or by the court officials? Empress Wu has her own trade-offs.

A little novice hurriedly approached with broken steps, and said something to Xue Huaiyi in his ear, the big monk's eyes blinked, as if he couldn't believe it, he sulked for a while, shook his robe, and kicked Quan Ce a few times, "What are you still doing here, do you have to spill the family and take care of the food, get away"

Quan Ce was like a rabbit, and immediately ran wildly, leaving his sight in a moment.

Xue Huaiyi was remorseful, the queen of heaven said that he was vomiting blood and dying, and he should be beaten up to make him worthy of his name, so as not to speak disrespectfully to the monks of our female bodhisattvas, "Do not approach the temple Taoism, do not read the Taoist scriptures, the queen of heaven attaches great importance to this big cloud scripture, the queen of heaven ......" muttered to himself for a moment, his thoughts drifted away, his face rippled, and after a while, he returned to normal, and grabbed the little novice who was watching his spring next to him and beat him violently, "Enter your mother, see it, see it, don't send out the Buddha post quickly, invite the monks of the two capitals, Sprinkle the family to do great things"

Quan Ce stopped in front of the gatehouse of the White Horse Temple, took out the rouge gouache from his sleeve, smeared the gouache on his cheeks, rubbed the rouge on his lips, bent his waist, covered his mouth with his sleeves, held on to the yellow wall, and moved out of the door step by step.

"Let's go" Sha Zha Fu shouted, lead the way first, the White Horse Temple is in the southeast suburbs of Luoyang, the route back to the city is a thousand twists and turns, and the appearance of Quan Ce dying will be spread all over the streets and alleys.

This line of people, but a guard, two small guys, two palanquins, everywhere they go, particularly eye-catching, the foundation of the power policy is very good, the outline is soft, the eyebrows and eyes are delicate, this time dressed down, although it is haggard, but it also reflects the red lips and white teeth, handsome and lovely, under the sun, the color is dazzling.

"Pop ......" a bunch of purple-red grapes fell from the sky, right in the middle of the right cheeks, he squinted his eyes, but saw that above the attic, a few generous ladies, jumping and waving at him, smiling skillfully, funny in his heart, it seems, morbid beauty is also very popular in Datang?

"Bang Bang Bang"

Some people took the lead, and the women on the street were also interested, and they took out things from the baskets one after another, and smashed them on their heads and faces, mostly fruits, grains, and even vegetables and chickens.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, Hugh has to be presumptuous" Sha Zha Fu shouted in panic, but it was useless, the flow of people gathered more and more, and the men began to get started, they were not as gentle and petty as women, and the crazy appearance of throwing things was the same as the appearance of the prostitutes and doctors throwing colorful silk in the singing hall that day.

Quan Ce was embarrassed, this is a life-threatening scene, the first half of the martial arts, Buddhism, and Taoism have been perfectly curtain called, and there can be no slightest difference in the second half, gritting his teeth, slumped on the chair and motionless, allowing his eyes and the corners of his mouth to be smashed into patches of black blue.

Sha Zha Fu was in a hurry, ordered the sedan chair man to put down the sliding pole, and the five of them stood in a circle, protecting the power in the middle, ding ding dong dong, one by one smashed teeth grinning, and the eyes were full of gold stars.

Not far from here, there are many pairs of eyes, watching this sudden farce.

"Offerings, what should we do?" This person was completely black, with only one pair of eyes outside, and he was a little unbearable.

The worship glanced at him, looked at him coldly, and said nothing.

"The eastern capital of thousands of cattle is here, all get out of the way" a loud shout, the sound shook the long street, solemnly led a Biao Qianniu guard to open the way with flesh and blood, it took half an hour to see the center of the crowd, not a human form of master and servant six.

The "general" solemnly pounced on the tiger, and when he saw Quan Ce's bleak appearance with a blue nose and swollen face and a bloodless face, his knees weakened and he fell to his knees.

He heard the rumor that Quan Ce vomited blood and was dying, and he was suspicious, and Quan Ce retreated in the White Horse Temple in the name of crossing the misfortune, and he couldn't see each other.

Quan Ce's heart was warm, he pulled the corners of his mouth, reached out and patted his forehead, and squeezed out two words dryly, "Go home"

Zheng turned around, put him on his back, and took a big stride, through the sea of people, and walked steadily.

"Worship, the Eastern Capital Qianniu is famous, why don't they draw their swords?" The man in black was puzzled.

The worship was not taken care of, lazily waved his hand, "keep up"

He has lost interest, whether it is true or not, Quan Ce has done this part, and the fake is also true, and his actions are not splashed, and he is also in vain, muttering to himself, "If it is true, you are a great loyalty, if it is false, you are a great hypocrite"

The corners of the worship's mouth were raised, and the eastern capital was a thousand cows, but it was worthy of its name.