"Humph!" Wang Luo turned his head and glanced at Wei Wu with a gloomy expression, and then snorted coldly, but he didn't turn his head and ignore this new lord.

"Hestia, why don't you come in? Come, sit next to me! Wei Wuda patted the futon beside him with a grin and shouted.

"Lord Mighty, don't ......" Hestia responded in a panic, his eyes swept to the group of people in the room, and then he shook his head resolutely, gritted his teeth slightly, and said: "Lord Mighty, Hestia just stand outside......"

Wei Wuyi rolled his eyes and said in a tone that he was in charge of his own people: "What are you doing outside, there are a lot of empty ...... here."

"Zen Master Xuanzang has arrived-" Before Wei Wu finished speaking, there was a commotion outside the door--the main teacher is here!

Everyone in the main hall looked back one after another, but saw two rows of warrior monks running out neatly with long sticks in their hands, lined up in two columns to separate everyone, leaving a wide aisle in the middle, following the aisle is to be able to see the south gate of the Great Ci'en Temple at a glance, the doorway slowly poked out a peachwood cane, the hand holding the top of the wooden cane, but it was like the bark of an old ancient tree, it seemed shriveled and weak.

It was an old monk who was quite old, but his robe was brand new, shining in the sun, and his face was modest and heavy, and his two long eyebrows hung down to his cheeks.

Damn, this Xuanzang Zen Master looks good, just like an old monk who has practiced in the mountains for hundreds of years.

Wei Wu rolled his eyes—an old monk of this age still came out to preach Zen, it was too greedy for vanity, right? What's more, if you come out to talk about Zen, you can talk about Zen, and force Lao Tzu to listen to you talk about Zen!

"Master, we're here!" The old monk suddenly turned around and called respectfully.

Master?! Many people who have never seen Xuanzang Zen Master are stunned at this moment - this old monk is at least seventy or eighty years old, and his master - is it not an old demon monk who is over 100 years old?

"Yes!" A clean bass voice came from outside the door, and then a middle-aged monk with a thin figure walked out slowly, he was wearing an earthy yellow monk's robe, the hair stubble on his head stood upright, his demeanor was peaceful, his bearing was generous, and the whole person looked simple and elegant.

"Zen Master Xuanzang is so young?!" Wei Wuyi glared and said to himself in astonishment.

"Mighty Lord, isn't this Xuanzang Zen Master extremely young!" Suddenly, a young man on the futon on Wei Wu's side came over, this young man was wearing a purple robe, it seemed that he had been addicted to wine for a long time, and his face was slightly pale.

"Yes, how can this Xuanzang Zen Master be more than a hundred years old, so he is only in his forties?" Wei Wuyi glared, looked back at this son, but looked left and right and only felt very familiar, but he couldn't remember who this son was, he smiled, arched his hand and asked in a low voice: "Your Excellency is ......?"

This prince was not annoyed, smiled casually, and said: "Haha, the mighty lord is really a noble man who forgets things, last time in the Yellow Crane Tower in Ezhou, Mrs. Zhu's birthday, haven't we already met!" ”

Damn, isn't this his brother who was pulled by Brother Chun to burst the chrysanthemum - Yang Guozhong's second son Yang Fei? Look at him like this, do you want to please Lao Tzu? Wei Wu suddenly patted his head and grinned: "Oh--who was born so handsome and chic, and his bearing is extraordinary, it turned out to be Yang Xuan, Yang Gongzi, you!" ”

Yang Xuan's eyes rolled slightly, and then he smiled and said: "Haha, the mighty lord has won the award, I think this handsome and chic, extraordinary bearing, only poetry presses a hundred saints, and you can afford to be a saint!" ”

"Yo, isn't this Yang Xuan Gongzi and Wei Wuxiaoer!" The gloomy voice came from behind the two of them, Wei Wu looked back, but it was Wang Luoji, this guy looked gloomy at the moment, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he seemed to be not afraid of the son of the current prime minister Yang Zhao.

"Hmph-" Yang Xuan saw Wang Luoji, but he snorted coldly, his face changed a few times, and then he ignored him, raised his right hand and patted Wei Wu's shoulder and continued: "Fifth Master, I have heard a lot about your affairs in Ezhou, and it can be said that you are a strange material in the world that can be compared with Xuanzang Zen Master!" ”

"Zen Master Xuanzang entered Buddhism with his brother at the age of 10, ordained a monk at the age of 13, and received full ordination at the age of 21. He visited famous Buddhist teachers before and after, and successively learned the sutras such as "The Treatise on the Mahayana", "The Theory of the Miscellaneous Abhidhamma", "The Theory of Enlightenment", "The Theory of Kusha" and "The Sutra of the Great Nirvana" from Huixiu, Daoshen, Daoyue, Fachang, Sangha, Xuanhui, etc., and his attainments were profound. Yang Xuan talked about Xuanzang's life account, but it was like a few treasures.

Yang Xuan saw Wei Wu frowning, and seemed to be quite interested, so he continued: "And the fifth master, you are even more amazing, in the first year of Ezhou, it is a quatrain to despise Kyushu, and a piece of Shanglian pressure Hundred Sages...... So far, compared with Xuanzang Zen Master, except that he has never been to Tianzhu Kingdom in the Western Regions to practice Buddhist scriptures, he is far more than Xuanzang Zen Master! ”

Feelings: This Xuanzang Zen Master is really Tang Seng? Wei Wu looked at Zen Master Xuanzang who was walking slowly, and pursed the corners of his lips - isn't this guy so handsome, at least, it's very far from Lao Tzu!

"After the rain, the cicada noise, the fluttering pine and the autumn - Amitabha, you have been waiting for a long time!" Zen Master Xuanzang walked in and sat cross-legged on the futon, while the old monk sat respectfully beside him, and opened his mouth to proclaim the Buddha's voice: "Nan no Amitabha, donors, when you do a very deep Prajnaparamita......

Damn, what kind of bird language are you talking about, could it be that Lao Tzu is going to listen to this kind of nonsense for three days?!

Wei Wu's eyes widened in astonishment, and he looked around, but he saw that everyone was listening to the old monk with a reverent face, and he couldn't help but feel extremely awkward in his heart-these people are so capable of pretending, I don't believe you can understand!

The old monk's tone gradually softened, and then Zen Master Xuanzang's eyes closed slightly, spoke softly, and said slowly: "Shaking is dust, and change is world." There is chaos in the world, and the world is noble and talented, and the troubled times are noble and hidden; There are young and old, young and old, young and diligent, old and quiet and ......"

His voice was deep and peaceful, as if anything that came out of his mouth was a wise saying, and everyone present looked pious and nodded from time to time, as if they were quite touched, except for one person, of course!

Wei Wu heard it even more at this moment, scratching his ears and cheeks, and looking outward, but he couldn't find Hestia's figure, and he suddenly panicked in his heart - this little girl, a foreign beauty - if she was lost in our country, wouldn't it be too detrimental to the friendly development between the two countries?

Wouldn't it be a great loss to think that the duck that was about to be cooked should be stolen? Where can the mighty lord still settle down to listen to the Buddha? Immediately looked up, saw that everyone was listening to Zen with their eyes closed, so he bowed down and sneaked out, just out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, but saw a little monk hurriedly walked over, handed Wei Wu a letterhead, and said: "Donor, there is someone outside, let me hand over this letter to you——"

"Men and women?!" Wei Wuyi took the letterhead, but saw that there were four big characters on it, "Wei Wuqinqi" in the book with a brush and dragon flying phoenix dance, but this was a man's handwriting anyway.

"Donor, my master said, Buddha is not divided into men and women, thousands of men and women can be Buddhas......" The little monk's eyes rolled, and he hurriedly gave a Buddha salute in response.

"Damn, what a mess!" Wei Wuyi rolled his eyes, but he didn't bother to pay attention to the little monk anymore, and hurriedly opened the letterhead, but saw that the handwriting on it was sloppy, as if the person who wrote it was not strong enough, and he could barely make out the words on it:

"Mighty lord, your Hestia is here with the old man, if you want her to live, come and ...... quickly" The word stopped here!

Damn, you have an address! Wei Wu hurriedly grabbed the little monk and opened his mouth to ask, "What about the person who delivered the letter just now?" ”

The little monk was very annoyed by the vulgar words of this mighty lord, and at this moment he tilted his head sideways and snorted coldly: "Let's go!" With that, he raised his head, raised his legs and left.

"Huh?!" Wei Wu hurriedly grabbed the little monk who was coaxing and coaxed, and opened his mouth to sneer: "Uh, this little, cough cough, this master, I don't know where the messenger is going?" Did you ask you to bring a message or something? ”

"Hmph-" The little monk raised his head and glanced at Wei Wu with slanted eyes, but he didn't speak.

Damn, this is also considered a monk? It's even more shameless than Lao Tzu! Wei Wu was anxious, slapped the little monk's head, and shouted angrily: "You little bald, it's okay to pretend to be a monk!" ”

"Ahh The little monk was stunned by the slap of the mighty lord!

Wei Wu saw that this little monk was frightened by himself, so he made persistent efforts at the moment and shouted: "Hmph, monks pay attention to compassion, don't think that wearing a monk's robe is a monk!" You little bald donkey, don't say it yet! ”

"I, I, I—" The little monk was also sixteen or seventeen years old, where could he see such a battle? I only knew that the mighty lord was now angry, and he suddenly remembered that some time ago, the son of Jing Zhaoyin was whipping a monk to death in the Great Compassion Temple, and he suddenly felt uneasy, did this mighty lord want to beat himself to death?

Haha, it turns out that this little bald donkey is so easy to deal with, and it is a shame that Lao Tzu still flatters him! Wei Wuyi pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows and shouted coldly: "What are you, tell Lao Tzu quickly, otherwise I will slap you to the wall, and I won't be able to buckle it!" ”

"Mighty, mighty lord, then, that man said a word - the mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings!" When the little monk heard the words of the mighty lord and saw him looking fierce, he was so frightened that he almost urinated in his pants, and responded with a crying voice.

"Humph! Next time, let me see that if you don't study the scriptures well and study Buddhism hard, Lao Tzu will whip you to death! Wei Wu snorted coldly, and then took a big stride out.

"Damn, I forgot to ask just now, the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings? Could it be that there is something plump in this Chang'an City? What is it? Could it be that the chicks in it are all plump? No wonder I kidnapped my Hestia! As soon as he walked out of the main gate of the Great Mercy and Grace Temple, Wei Wu suddenly hesitated and said to himself in amazement.

(To be continued)