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As soon as the old monk's words were finished, a hearty laugh came from the outer door: "Little monk, you and I haven't seen each other for almost a hundred years, right?" ”

The old monk clasped his hands together and pronounced a Buddha call to the door: "Amitabha, the donor is Ziyang Zhenren?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a gray figure flashed into the door, and the old monk looked up and saw that it was indeed Ziyang Zhenren.

Ziyang Zhenren walked up to the old monk and sat down cross-legged on the futon in front of the old monk: "Little monk, it's been a hundred years, and you're still not dead?" Back then, the two families of Buddhism and Taoism gathered in Chang'an, and now there should be only you and me left. ”

The old monk sighed: "There should be only you and me left." A lifetime of life, an autumn of grass and trees, a blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed. ”

Ziyang Zhenren smiled: "Why did the little monk sigh?" Do you regret entering Buddhism? Back then, Poor Dao once said that you are free and easy by nature, and you were born to be a Taoist person. It's good that you plunged into Buddhism, and since then there has been one less young man in the world. You see that you are like this, I am afraid that you will not live for a few years. ”

The old monk smiled: "The head of Ziyang Dao is not old, when the poor monk was a little monk, you already had a lot of beard." It's still like this now, it's been a hundred years, and it doesn't look old. ”

Ziyang Zhenren shook the dust: "If you don't worry about everything, how can you not live long?" If you are like you, you have a sad face all day long, even if you have a thousand years of life, you will live at most two hundred. ”

The old monk smiled: "What is the matter with Ziyang Zhenren coming to find the poor monk?" But for your nephew Liu Zhicai? ”

Ziyang Zhenren looked at him curiously: "Isn't your monk already asking about the world?" ”

The old monk sighed again: "Mingjue, that kid comes over every day, and the poor monks in Luoyang City also know a thing or two. Maitreya is a disaster to the world, does Ziyang Zhenren want Buddhism and Taoism to unite and fail? ”

Ziyang Zhenren smiled: "Now that you know, I won't say much about the poor road." Okay? Refresh yourself. You Buddhists like to play dumb riddles. ”

The old monk raised his eyelids and glanced at Ziyang Zhenren: "You Taoists are refreshing, a copy of "Journey to the West" scolded my Buddhism from the inside out. If my Buddhism is a master similar to Liu Zhicai, and he also writes a book to satirize your Buddhism, what will you do? ”

Ziyang Zhenren smiled: "Then you let him write, see if the poor road doesn't beat his out." ”

The old monk looked at Ziyang Zhenren: "The Buddha Gate should have been rectified a long time ago." Tomorrow, the poor monk will let Mingjue go to Laojun Temple, and you will discuss the specifics. By the way, what's going on with the Flying Immortals of Laojun Temple today? ”

Ziyang Zhenren smiled mysteriously: "I made a big killing weapon for my Datang, and I almost didn't kill Poor Dao himself." Little monk, what's the use of you closing the mountain gate? The door needs to be cleaned, but you can't close the door and shut out the believers. You and I have no right to judge how the book "Journey to the West" is written, if Buddhist believers are not angry, they can go to heaven and earth to make trouble. The person in charge there is now the little bastard of the Xiao family, but he is not afraid of heaven and earth. ”

The old monk looked at Ziyang Zhenren curiously: "What about Liu Hao?" Isn't it his in heaven and on earth? ”

Ziyang Zhenren said proudly: "Zhicai is now busy building a military academy for His Majesty, and there may be a war next year." ”

The old monk sighed: "The war is endless, and it is the people who suffer in the end." A king advocates force, and the Tang Dynasty will be destroyed at his hands sooner or later. Why didn't he listen to it? ”

Ziyang Zhenren sneered: "What you said is not right, since you know that the people are suffering, why is this White Horse Temple still built so magnificent?" Poor Dao can hear that around Luoyang, your White Horse Temple has more land than the royal family. You have so much fertile land, why don't you give it to the poor to plant? Haven't you noticed that the White Horse Temple has declined a lot over the years? ”

The old monk nodded: "This is the purpose of the poor monk who wants to join the religious association." Let the Buddha clean up the portal by itself, no matter what, it is its own person. If you want to do it, I want to be more thorough. ”

Ziyang Zhenren stood up: "Little monk, now you are not small, you dare to use the poor road as a knife." Alas! You continue to chant the scriptures, and the poor path is gone. ”

After Ziyang Zhenren finished speaking, he pushed the door and walked out.

The old monk said behind Ziyang Zhenren: "Ziyang Zhenren, the poor monk wants to see Liu Hao!" ”

Ziyang Zhenren twisted his face and sneered: "When your White Horse Temple is no longer a place to hide dirt and dirt, my master and nephew will definitely come to visit!" ”

After dawn, Master Mingjue appeared in this small courtyard.

The old monk looked at Master Mingjue and said, "Today, you go to the Laojun Temple and meet the Purple Yang Immortal." ”

Mingjue looked at him with a confused expression: "Master, what do you mean by this?" ”

The old monk sighed: "The poor monk can't watch the White Horse Temple fall in your hands. Do you understand? ”

On the official road outside Luoyang City, Liu Hao took a group of birdmen to ride a horse and walked leisurely in the direction of Laojun Temple, and their front and rear were a large group of pedestrians, all of whom heard that Laojun Temple had a flying immortal outside the sky to worship.

Xiao Shiyilang's face was excited: "Zhicai, for my brother, I really haven't seen a flying immortal outside the sky." What does the fairy look like? ”

Liu Hao looked at him seriously and said: "Big breasts, long legs, and very few clothes." Brother Xiao, don't look at it, save you from defiling the fairy, and I will be unlucky. ”

Xiao Shiyilang's eyes straightened when he heard this: "That day, the flying immortals were too unparticular, right, being an immortal was very poor or what?" I actually wore very few clothes. Although the elder brother did not have thousands of family wealth, he couldn't bear to be so embarrassed by Feixian. I am willing to buy a dress for the fairy for my brother. ”

Liu Hao shook his head: "Brother Xiao's kindness is touching. It's just that fairies can't wear the clothes of our mortals. Need a golden silk coat or something. If Brother Xiao really has this intention, let's give the money to the younger brother, and the younger brother is willing to do it for him. ”

Li Hong next to him couldn't hold back any longer, and laughed, and the others also laughed.

Yan Zhenqing patted Xiao Shiyilang's shoulder: "You released the news last night, and I have already said that I only see the smoke and dust but not the immortals, and you still ask Zhicai vigorously." I'm waiting here today to witness the establishment of the religious association, and don't think about anything else. ”

Xiao Shiyi Lang rubbed his nose: "Isn't it just that I want to know what the gods in the sky are like?" If you haven't seen it, you haven't seen it, anyway, it's definitely not what Zhicai said. ”

Yan Zhenqing shook his head: "Not really, isn't the flying sky in the Buddhist Gate just a woman with few clothes?" ”

Xiao Shiyilang smiled: "That's because when you fly, you can't fly when you wear more clothes・・・・・・

This time, even Liu Hao couldn't help laughing, why did the Xiao family come out with such a scum?

When they arrived at Laojun Temple, everyone was frightened by the momentum, and there were more people than when Liu Hao came to burn incense last time.

Xiao Shiyi Lang looked at the strength of so many people outside the door, and couldn't help but say: "Just because of a loud noise and a puff of smoke, are people crazy now?" What's there to see? ”

Liu Hao smiled: "The more unknown things are, the more curious people are." If there really was an immortal standing there for everyone to look around, it wouldn't be so much of a movement. ”

Xiao Shiyilang shook his head: "Not necessarily, if it is really the kind of fairy who wears very few clothes you said, he will set up a tent to live in if he can't say that he is a brother." ”

Liu Hao nodded: "In terms of the thickness of the skin, my brothers together are not Brother Xiao's opponents." ”

Inside the Laojun Temple, Master Mingjue, Bai Yunzi and Xiaoyaozi sat opposite each other in a room, and behind him stood a small novice.

Xiaoyaozi arched his hand to Master Mingjue: "Great monk, the establishment of a religious association, you and I can declare it to the outside world as long as the above-mentioned Majesty." ”

Master Mingjue nodded: "The little monk understands, but this matter still needs to be brought forward by Liu Hao's donor." ”

Bai Yunzi smiled: "Uncle Shi came forward, naturally will." This matter is what he took the lead in saying, and how to do it still needs to be said by Uncle Shi. Master Mingjue, I heard that your master and my master are old friends? ”

Master Mingjue nodded: "It is indeed an old man, I met in Chang'an a hundred years ago. ”

Bai Yunzi sighed: "Many people don't even live to be ninety years old, but as a result, the leaders of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism meet again after a hundred years. If Your Majesty learns of this news, you may come to Luoyang to see your master. ”

Master Mingjue clasped his hands together and said, "My master likes to be quiet. It has already been announced outside that our division has gone to the Western Elysium, so don't bother. ”

At this time, Liu Hao came in: "Next time, don't make any trouble flying immortals, this life has squeezed people thin." Master Mingjue, don't come unharmed! ”

Master Mingjue got up and folded his hands: "Master Liu, Master Poor Monk wants to see you, I wonder if Master Liu has time?" ”

Liu Hao walked to the table to the side and poured himself a glass of water: "What are you looking for me?" Who is your master? It must be famous, right? ”

Master Mingjue shook his head: "My master doesn't have a name, not even a Dharma name. He was just an ordinary monk. ”

Xiaoyaozi sneered: "Without a law number, why did you go to Chang'an with my master to accept the canonization a hundred years ago?" Could it be that your master has done something wrong and is afraid to show his face? ”

Master Mingjue smiled bitterly: "This kind of thing, how dare the little monk ask?" Don't embarrass me. When Master Liu sees my master, he should be able to inquire. Just say it first, these must not be written into "Journey to the West". ”

Liu Hao shook his head: "Master rest assured, that book has already been written, and nothing will be added to it." By the way, when am I going to see your master? ”

Master Mingjue said with a smile: "Since Master Liu has intentions, it is naturally better to open up as much as possible!" ”

Liu Hao is full of curiosity about Master Mingjue's master, he is actually a hundred-year-old person, could it be that the Tang Dynasty was an era of universal longevity? In the past hundred years, the emperor has changed several times, but Buddhism and Taoism have two old immortals who have always lived well.

At noon, Liu Hao followed Master Mingjue to the backyard of the White Horse Temple.

The old monk still sat motionless on the futon, silently reciting the scriptures.