This was the first time Xiling Yue had seen the royal temple, but she was not interested in visiting, and hurriedly followed Li Chengxuan to Guanyin Hall. According to Qin Se's words, she ordered the Divine Commander to carry thirty boxes of Birth Compendium into the apse of Guanyin Hall before she went to the abbot to copy the scriptures by hand.

Seeing that there were many pilgrims, Xilingyue and Li Chengxuan had to try to keep a low profile, and the two came all the way to Guanyin Hall, and saw that there were still many pilgrims here, so they surveyed in the name of incense, wanting to see what there was to steal the beam and change the pillar here.

However, there are too many people here, and it is difficult for everyone to start, so Xiling Yue proposed: "Lord Wang, there are many people during the day, why don't you find a time to explore this place at night?" ”

Li Chengxuan was about to open his mouth to express his approval, but he saw that everyone in the Guanyin Hall suddenly swarmed out, kneeling and kowtowing reverently.

The two looked along the crowd, and it was a middle-aged monk who looked like an abbot and led several disciples over, and it seemed that they had come to find Li Chengxuan.

Li Chengxuan immediately whispered, "The opportunity has come." ”

Without waiting for Xilingyue's reaction, he had already walked out quickly, and stepped forward with his hands folded: "Zen Master Guangxuan, haven't you seen everything okay for many days?" ”

"Amitabha, inheriting the auspicious words of the king, everything is fine with the poor monk." The monk known as the "Guangxuan Zen Master" also folded his hands, smiled with Li Chengxuan, and said, "The prince has not been to our temple for many days, if it were not for the sharp eyes of the little apprentice, the poor monk would have almost neglected." I don't know what the prince is here for? ”

"It's just for some personal matters, but I didn't expect to disturb the Zen master." Li Chengxuan modestly returned the salute.

"Oh, I thought you were here to fight the poor monk again." Guangxuan Zen Master pretended to be serious.

Li Chengxuan laughed loudly.

At this time, the crowd heard the conversation between the two and saluted Li Chengxuan, and some of the bold even stepped forward to compliment them. Seeing this, Zen Master Guangxuan proposed: "It is not easy to speak here, and I also ask the prince to move to the East Zen Monastery with the poor monks. ”

"Oh? That's really going to happen. Li Chengxuan was also not polite, and walked to the East Zen Temple under the guidance of Zen Master Guangxuan, and did not forget to turn around and greet Xiling Yue, "You still haven't followed?" ”

Xilingyue was really not interested in meeting the monks, but thinking of the heavy responsibility on her shoulders, she still reluctantly stepped forward to follow.

Zen Master Guangxuan also turned his head to look at her, and asked as he walked, "Who is this ......?"

"Slaves and maids in the house," Li Chengxuan asked with a deliberate smile, "What, is it true that the Zen master's Zen academy does not allow female guests?" ”

"Where," Zen Master Guangxuan waved his hand, "since he is the person of the prince, the poor monk is naturally welcome." ”

The two then chatted about the last time they met. Xilingyue listened behind them, and vaguely heard a rough idea - it turned out that the abbot of this Anguo Temple, Guangxuan Zen Master, had outstanding poetry, countless literati and scholars had come here, and many believers asked for poetry. And half a year ago, Li Chengxuan came to Anguo Temple to play, and once mistakenly entered the poetry club of Guangxuan Zen Master, fought poetry and tea with him, and finally had a draw, but the two also became friends.

Xiling Yue heard the two of them talking and composing poems all the way, and was bored, and at this time she saw Guangxuan Zen Master turning the road and entering a Zen temple to the east. She followed the two of them inside, and saw a blue pond and two flower beds, cutting off the road to the main house, and only a winding corridor opened up in the northwest direction, connecting the houses in the temple.

What surprised her the most was that the walls of the corridor were painted with Buddhist murals, with eight human-faced demon heads, or peaceful faces, or hideous eyes, or quiet and compassionate, all lifelike. Xiling Yue was amazed, and subconsciously looked for the payment, and found that these murals were actually painted by Wu Daozi, the "painting saint", and his disciples, and they painted the eight heavenly dragons of Buddhism!

It was the first time that Xiling Yue was so close to the real painting of the saint, and her heart was so excited that she couldn't help but touch the mural and stop to linger. When she came back to her senses, she only heard Li Chengxuan helplessly calling her in front of her: "Xiling? West Ridge? I don't know how many times I shouted.

Xiling Yue reluctantly agreed, and followed the two of them through the corridor to the main room of the Zen Temple. Before Zen Master Guangxuan entered the door, he already laughed loudly: "Master An Cheng, the poor monk and you have introduced a nobleman." ”

I saw a young monk standing in the room, wearing a gray robe, holding a string of Buddhist beads, polite and attentive.

Zen Master Guangxuan led Li Chengxuan into the room and introduced him: "Venerable Master, this is the brother and sister of today's compatriot, Prince Fu. ”

Then he introduced to Li Chengxuan: "Master An Cheng, the descendant disciple of Master Kukai who sent the Tang Ambassador. After Master Kukai returned to Fuso the year before last, Master An Cheng volunteered to stay because of his admiration for the Tang culture. ”

"It turned out to be a disciple of Master Kukai." Li Chengxuan said politely, "When my grandfather was alive, I met with Master Kukai twice, and I also had the privilege of talking with the master, which can be said to have benefited a lot. ”

"Where, where," Venerable Master An Cheng folded his hands together and returned the salute with a smile, "It is the contemptible people who come to Datang to study are the ones who benefit a lot." He spoke well in Chinese, but he was a little stiff and spoke a little slowly.

Xiling Yue was the first time I met the people of Fusang. Fuso is also known as Dongying and Japan, and there is also a contemptuous name in the coastal area is "Wa Kingdom" because of its short stature. But today, when I saw it, this Venerable An Cheng was still tall, about to her jaw, and it was not as exaggerated as the legend. Of course, it is considered thin among the people of the Central Plains.

After greeting each other, several people sat down, and Xiling Yue could only stand because she was the "slave" brought by Li Chengxuan. The little novice in the temple served tea at the right time, the tea soup was clear, the leaves were like a bird's tongue and straight, Xilingyue watched from the side, and blurted out: "Mengshan tongue?" ”

Zen Master Guangxuan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "This female official has good eyesight. This tea is the Mengshan tongue that Master An Cheng brought back from Shu, and it is also the new tea of this year. ”

Mengshan tongue is the jīng product of Shu Chinese tea, and has been set as a tribute since the reign of Xuanzong. Xiling Yue grew up in Shuzhong, and smelling the fragrance of tea at this moment suddenly aroused her homesickness and feelings for her life experience.

She was slightly gloomy: "Did Venerable An Cheng just come back from Shuzhong?" ”

Zen Master Guangxuan replied for An Cheng: "After the Fusang mission returned to China the year before last, Master An Cheng volunteered to stay and travel, and in the past two years, he has traveled all over the north and south of the river, and only returned to Chang'an five days ago. ”

"Footprints all over the north and south of the river......" Xilingyue is very envious.

Rao is like this, and the poor monks have only tasted the surface of the Tang culture. Your country has a vast land and a profound culture, which is really difficult for our country to reach. Master An Cheng said with an admiring expression.

Li Chengxuan asked, "Will Master An Cheng return to Fusang in the future?" ”

"Naturally, I want to go back, and the poor monks will return to China with the next group of missions to Tang."

"When will the next delegation to Tang arrive?" Xiling Yue asked.

Venerable An Cheng shook his head: "It's hard to say. According to the past practice, it should be two or three years at the least, and twenty or thirty years at most. ”

"Twenty or thirty years ......" Xiling Yue is simply unimaginable, what it is like to let a person live in a foreign country for so long. She has been away from Xichuan for less than half a year, and now she is homesick.

(End of chapter)