There is a temple in the south of Khotan, the temple name is "White Horse", of course, this White Horse Temple has nothing to do with the White Horse Temple in Luoyang, but the name is the same, it was built in the Northern Wei Dynasty, it was built by the order of the then Captain Chi Sheduluo, it has a history of more than 160 years, although the scale and fame are far less than the White Horse Temple in Luoyang, but it is one of the few big temples in the Western Regions, enshrined in the Buddha's finger bone relics, it is the place where the people of Khotan pray for blessings, there are many monks in the temple, the incense is quite vigorous, compared to the White Horse Temple in Luoyang, it is not far behind, Even if it is a heavy snowy day, the cigarette smoke curls in, the sound of the wooden fish is crisp and loud, the Sanskrit singing bursts, it can be said to be a Buddhist country of resort, at this time, a large scale of prayer ceremony is in progress, a description of the ancient old monk fell to sit on the futon, the mouth of the Sanskrit singing continuously, the gushing scriptures are deafening, quite a generation of monks, this person is the White Horse Temple presiding Zhixin master.

Khotan is located in the Western Regions, its Buddhism is quite different from the Central Plains, closer to the Tianzhu (now India) Mahayana teachings, and the Tibetan Buddhism of later generations is slightly the same, except that the monks are not called living Buddhas, but called monks, and the prevailing prayer ceremonies are also different from those of the Central Plains, but all such rituals, in addition to chanting, there is also a blessing on the top of the Moding, and this is not the Central Plains Buddhism, at this time, but see the master Zhixin hit the wooden fish in front of the futon, after a Buddha horn, the chanting has been completed, and the believers who knelt all over the ground got upHe walked under the small high platform, placed the belongings to be enshrined on the high platform with both hands, and then reverently bent down to accept the top of Master Zhixin.

As the presiding officer of the White Horse Temple, Master Zhixin is obviously familiar with this kind of blessing ceremony, everything is carried out in an orderly manner, Master Zhixin's face is full of kind smiles, and from time to time he also makes a statement to point out the maze for the believers, a master's style, until a middle-aged man who is not outstanding in appearance presents a small wooden fish with a simple shape in front of him, the smile on Master Zhixin's face stiffened quite abruptly, and the hand stretched out for his top trembled slightly, but it was not sided, It's just that the next Moding ceremony seemed a little absent-minded, and after the ceremony was hurriedly completed, he didn't even explain to the disciples who were accompanying him, picked up the small wooden fish and walked straight to the abbot's house, his steps were hurried.

Whether it is the Central Plains Buddhism or the Western Regions inheritance, the abbot's house is the most important place in a temple, non-idlers can trespass, that is, those who pass on the disciples, without the abbot's message, are not allowed to enter, violators will be severely punished, but at this time, the door is closed in the abbot's house but there are several monks sitting, in addition to a white-eyed old monk in the middle, the four monks on the side do not have the slightest bit of the style that the Buddhist children should have, even if they are bare-headed, they are still wearing robes, and they do not have the appearance of a monk. The face is full of fierce looks, but it seems that the master of the house robbery, in fact, it is true, these four monks are really born as horse thieves, the reason why they became monks, all because they were subdued by the old monk who fell on the futon in the middle, this old monk is the first monk in Tibet, Master Mojia.

"Wow, ......"

Master Zhixin didn't walk loudly, but before he reached the door of the retreat, the four fierce monks had already keenly sensed that someone was approaching, and they suddenly jumped up, and in the sound of their clothes, they had already put on a posture of full vigilance, but Master Mojia still sat down unmoved, and he didn't even raise his eyelids.

"Squeak."

After a soft sound, the door of the house has been pushed open, Master Zhixin's body moved slightly, and the person has appeared in the room, and the four middle-aged monks saw the person clearly, all of them showed a relieved face, and did not ask questions, and each sat back in place, but the four pairs of fierce eyes have always stared at Master Zhixin without blinking.

"Senior brother, the news is here."

Master Zhixin ignored the rudeness of the four young monks, and with a wry smile on his face, he bowed to Master Mojia, who had closed his eyes and was silent, and said a word of difficulty.

"Hmm."

Master Mojia didn't say much, didn't even open his eyes, just said indifferently, and it was considered to have answered.

"Senior brother, the target will come to the temple to incense in the future, and there may be a lot of entourage, senior brother, look at this ......"

Master Zhixin saw that Master Mojia did not react, hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, picked up the small wooden fish in his hand, twisted it gently, twisted the hidden button, revealing a small note inside, stretched out his hand, took out the note, spread it out, glanced at it quickly, his face couldn't help twitching, he looked at Master Mojia carefully, and said half of his words hesitantly.

"Okay."

As soon as Master Zhixin's words fell, Master Mojia, who had not moved, suddenly opened his eyes, and his sharp eyes like knives swept away, and Master Zhixin's body shook suddenly, and before he could say anything more, he heard Master Mojia's hoarse voice say a word.

"Senior brother, this matter, this matter ......"

Although Master Zhixin was uncomfortable with Master Mojia's eyes, at the end, he still mustered up the courage and tried to persuade him, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to say it.

"Alas, junior brother, don't say it again, your mind is fully understood, it is a pity that the foundation of the White Horse Temple is gone, but compared to the safety of the whole territory of my Tibet, and even the inheritance of my Buddhism in Tibet, this foundation is a pity, and regardless of what the Buddha said: I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, for the peace of my Tibet, the old man will go to hell and walk for a while, Amitabha, good, good!" Master Mojia showed a trace of unbearability on his face, shook his head, sighed and gave the final answer.

"Uncle Zhixin, have you forgotten your origin?"

Master Mojia was kind to explain, but a monk with a meaty face on the side was already impatient with the boss, snorted coldly, and said sarcastically.

"You...... That's it, that's it, everything is subject to the orders of the senior brother. ”

The Tubo people have long been salivating for Khotan, the key pass in and out of the Western Regions, and there are a lot of spies sent here, Master Zhixin is a critical nail for the Tubo people in Khotan, but Master Zhixin has come to the White Horse Temple to stay in the festival for more than 30 years, although he is engaged in the dark intelligence collection work, but he has feelings for the White Horse Temple in his heart, and he really does not want to see the blood splash of Buddhism, and there is still a trace of luck in the alliance between Tubo and Khotan, which will have the meaning of unbearable, and see that the arrogant monk has no words, was about to have a seizure, but when he thought about the mission he was carrying, he only shook his head and sighed.

"Senior brother doesn't have to be like this, after this is over, I will go home with the old man, and go and arrange it."

Master Mojia could obviously understand the struggle and pain in Master Zhixin's heart, but he didn't persuade him much, but indifferently commanded.

"Home? Go home? ”

Master Zhixin was obviously moved by the words "go home", and after muttering a few times, his eyes gradually became resolute, and without saying more, he bowed to Master Mojia, and then resolutely turned around and walked out of the house.

"Amitabha, good, good!"

Looking at the back of Master Zhixin's departure, a trace of compassion flashed on Master Mojia's face, but he quickly calmed down, just pronounced the Buddha's name, and then closed his eyes again, lowered his head, as if he had settled down......

Women are always a trouble, especially women in love, not to mention anything else, just the long time of dressing up can torture men crazy, which seems to be the case in ancient and modern China and abroad, if you ask what it tastes like, then go and see Li Xian's expression at this time can be seen - the New Year is coming, the end of the year, and the wish of last year, and even the wish of the coming year are considered to be the things that should be done, even if Li Xian himself does not believe in Buddhism, but it is necessary to follow the customs of the country, besides, the face of others can not be given, The lover's request can not be ignored, so Princess Mingyue said that she wanted to go to the incense, and Li Xian could only accompany her, there was nothing to say about this, the problem was that he set off when the morning was good, and Li Xian also led the guards to the small square in front of the palace early, I thought that I had pinched the time, and I could set off as soon as I arrived at the ground, but I didn't expect that just waiting for Princess Mingyue to change clothes actually waited for half an hour, the sun rose to three poles high, and the news from the palace was that the princess was changing clothes. waited until Li Xian's throat and eyes were about to burst into flames.

What to do? Cold, even if Li Xian is annoyed, he can't get angry in public, no, he has to pay attention to his image, besides, Mingyue's little girl's hot temperament is not easy to provoke, if you really provoke the little girl, it will bite people, well, don't say it, Li Xian was really bitten by this girl, it's quite embarrassing to say - Li Xian made a bet with the little girl, piano fighting skills, and lost, taking advantage of the absence of outsiders, thinking about trying to play back, the result was ...... Well, the result is not good, the tooth marks on Comrade Li Xian's arm have not disappeared by this time, so I have to wait when it is time to wait, as for being unwilling, I have to imagine in my heart that the pleasure of revenge when the little girl will be corrected on the spot in the future/The feeling of self-hypnosis.

It's coming, it's finally coming! When Li Xianzheng was impatient to wait, he suddenly saw more than a dozen eunuchs and palace maids pouring out of the palace gate, and his spirit was lifted, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his feet to meet him, but before he could leave, he saw Princess Mingyue in a light purple dress had walked out of the gate, and the graceful and noble demeanor immediately made Li Xian's heart ripple......