"Why don't you go there, my lord, the Yuannina Temple was built about four or five years ago by poor monks. "Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Hui Lin blurted out and replied, "There is not only this temple, there are six or seven temples built by poor monks outside the Guan, how did the prince think of asking about Yuannina Temple." ”

"Uh, uh, it's just because I heard the name of this temple a little strange, so I asked this question." Yang Guang took advantage of the time to drink tea and said perfunctorily.

"Yuannina has auspicious meaning in Turkic language, so although this Yuannina Monastery is not the largest among the six or seven monasteries outside the Guanwai, it is a temple that this Turkic Kehetun must visit every month."

Yuwen Panruo believes in Buddhism, Yang Guang knows, but hearing Huilin say that she will go to Yuannina Temple every month to worship incense and Buddha, Yang Guang was extremely surprised; If this is the case, the Turkic soldiers who can speak fluent Chinese that the scouts saw in the temple are likely to be the close guards of Yuwen Prajna, and it is very likely that Yuwen Yue is in the Yuannina Temple.

"When Xiao Wang was in Chang'an in the past, Mr. Meng taught and learned some Turkic dialects, but he didn't know that Yuan Ni had an auspicious meaning. At present, the Great Sui is friendly with the Turks, and after some time, Xiao Wang wants to ask the master to take me to the Yuannina Temple for a visit, and I hope that the master will not refuse. ”

"The poor monk deserves to be accompanied."

Yang Guang and Hui Lin chatted in the abbot for a while, raised their eyes and saw that it was not early outside, and thought that the time was coming, so they ate two pieces of dim sum randomly, got up and said goodbye to Hui Lin, and the group went out of Daxingguo Temple and went straight to the south gate of Bingzhou.

Daxingguo Temple was built in the boundary of only one street away from the south gate of Bingzhou, Yang Guang and others rode out of the south gate of Bingzhou very quickly, and galloped towards the field where the spring ploughing ceremony was scheduled to be held.

Along the way, I saw that the fields on the side of the road were already a lively and busy scene, farmers and peasant women held ploughing oxen in their hands, carried plows, harrows and other farm tools on their shoulders, and rushed to the scene of the spring ploughing ceremony in groups. This situation and this scene can't help but evoke Yang Guang's memories of the scene he saw when he went out of the city in the early spring of last year: a year ago, he went out of the city with Li Che, An Ruoxi and others to hunt, and unexpectedly found that outside the city of Bingzhou, a large area of land was abandoned, which triggered a dispute between himself and Hebei Shijiahao right around persuading cultivation and recultivation. In time, the harvest of the nineteen state capitals under the rule of Hebei Province was preserved in a year.

It was also because of this incident that he adopted An Ruoxi's suggestion, and decided to rebuild Buddhist temples and re-advocate Buddhism in Hebei, gather the hearts of the people, and then weaken the influence of the family and establish the authority of the imperial court. Now, a whole year has passed, and the scene outside the city of Bingzhou this year has undergone earth-shaking changes compared with previous years, and when he thought of this, Yang Guang could not suppress his excitement, and his eyes became moist.

The spring ploughing ceremony outside the city of Bingzhou was jointly prepared by the two departments of the stage ceremony and the household (called the degree branch at that time), and Wang Shao served as the servant of the second department of the ceremony and the second department of the ceremony, and today served as the master of ceremonies.

Yang Guang and his entourage arrived at the scene of the ceremony, and as soon as they turned over and dismounted, they heard Wang Shao shouting: "King Jin has arrived, play music." ”

The drummers who have been waiting for a long time played the shengxiao, played the stringed piano, played cheerful music, and played the music of a year of farming.

Yang Guang presided over such a grand court ceremony for the first time since he crossed, and stepped onto the high platform specially built for the spring ploughing ceremony under the watchful eyes of everyone, his face was flushed with excitement, and he waved frequently to the tide of people in the audience.

"The spring ploughing ceremony, according to the practice of previous years, can only be held in Chang'an, when the saint comes in person. However, this year, there is a decree in the saint, and the king of Jin is specially appointed to preside over and hold the spring ploughing ceremony in Bingzhou on behalf of the Son of Heaven, which is the supreme glory of millions of people in the nineteen prefectures of Hebei. Wang Shao followed Yang Guang to the high platform, waited for Yang Guang to stand still, took a step forward, and said loudly, "Next, the first ritual of the spring ploughing ceremony, by the imperial seal of Hebei Road Xingtai Shangshu Ling, General Zuo Wuwei temporarily Hebei Road marching marshal, and the governor of the state, His Royal Highness the King of Jin read out the text of the sacrifice to the heavens, and everyone in the audience knelt to listen to the text. ”

In front of everyone's eyes, Yang Guang slowly walked to the center of the high platform, took the text of the sacrifice to the heavens from the hand of the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites of the Xingtai, and began to read out the text in a solemn and loud tone. As soon as he opened his mouth to read aloud, all the people in the audience who participated in the spring ploughing ceremony fell to their knees, and at this moment, Yang Guang seemed to have truly experienced the supreme honor that he had never experienced before.

As the saying goes: The sky in February and August is like a child's face, and it changes when it is said. Just as Yang Guang was trying to suppress his excitement and read out the long text of the Heavenly Sacrifice as smoothly and smoothly as possible, a burst of thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

"Spring Thunder, this is Spring Thunder!" There was an old man in the crowd who knelt down to listen to the inscription and shouted with a trembling voice and raised his head to the sky, "Long live the emperor, His Royal Highness the King of Jin is a thousand years old, this is the heavens who heard the inscription and cheered for His Royal Highness the King of Jin in the thunder." Thanks to the blessings of the emperor and His Royal Highness the King of Jin, this year must be a year of abundance! ”

Hearing the old man say this, everyone in the audience was full of joy, turned their backs to the sky, and cheered in unison: "Thank you, long live the emperor, and His Royal Highness the King of Jin is a thousand years old." ”

It is completely different from the lightning and thunder, wind and rain at the wedding of Yang Guang and Xiao E more than half a year ago, and the thunder that sounded at the spring ploughing ceremony was regarded as God's response to the sincerity and respect of heaven in the world, and it was interpreted as a sign of good luck from above. Due to the unexpected arrival of the sound of spring thunder, the spring ploughing ceremony presided over by Yang Guang was pushed to a big climax just after a ritual.

However, in stark contrast to the people who were facing the sky and cheering out, Yang Guang, who was standing in the center on the stage and reading the text of the sacrifice to the heavens, seemed to have an inexplicable hallucination in the sudden sound of spring thunder.

In the rumbling spring thunder, Yang Guang vaguely heard the thunder mixed with a voice that sounded very familiar and unfamiliar to him, and asked him, "Do you want to leave?" Or do you want to continue? ”

Yang Guang was suddenly startled, he couldn't help but stop reading, and turned his head to look around, but saw Wang Shao and other cadres and subordinates looking at the audience with joy, and then looked at the audience, only to see thousands of people in a frenzy, and the thunder made a deafening cheer, as if he was in a sea of joy.

Yang Guang raised his hand and squeezed his ear twice, trying to find Fang Cai's mysterious voice from the noisy cheers from the audience, no matter how he concentrated and listened, he never heard the voice sound again.

The sudden sound of spring thunder outside the sky lasted for nearly a cup of tea before and after, and then gradually subsided, and the cheers of everyone in the audience also weakened with the thunder far away, Wang Shao hurriedly came to Yang Guang's side and reminded Yang Guang to continue to read the edict.

Just as Yang Guang held the text in both hands and was about to continue reading it aloud, the voice suddenly sounded in his ears again: "You are reluctant to leave, are you?" Don't regret it. Well, I'm leaving......"