Shen Guang's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "Everything else is similar to before, that is, there has been a living immortal in Dongshi recently, fortune-telling and word measurement, almost everything." The families of the hundreds of officials in the city, and the small people in the market, are all vying to find him? ”

Yang Guang's heart moved: "Is there really such a spirit?" What is his name and can he interpret dreams? ”

Shen Guang smiled slightly: "His name is Anjiatuo, and he is the best at interpreting dreams!" ”

The corners of Yang Guang's mouth hooked, and he muttered in a low voice: "Last time, that Pan Daoist was also said to be very effective, and he was not a liar, what kind of Anjiatuo is this, is it so effective?" ”

Shen Guang smiled and said: "Your Majesty, you are the Son of Heaven, all the deceptions in the world can't escape your eyes, that Pan Daoist can pretend to be a ghost in front of others, isn't it directly exposed to you here?" If this kind of An Shenxian has the ability and real talent to learn, you can listen to him say a few words, and if you bewitch the people, you will directly behead him, won't it be over? ”

Yang Guang thought for a while and said with a smile: "Boss, your thoughts are exactly the same as mine, okay, it's up to you to take a trip and invite this An Shenxian to come over." Remember, walk through the side gate of the palace and don't let others see it! ”

Three hours later, in the evening, in the second watch, in Yang Guang's Liangyi Palace, a monk dressed as a monk from the Western Regions, with a bald head and a tattered robe, squinted slightly, sat on a futon in front of Yang Guang's imperial case, his fingers kept twisting the string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and he had words in his mouth, not knowing what he was saying.

Yang Guang's brows furrowed tightly, and he quietly asked Shen Guang, who was standing on the side, "Chief Leader, why is he a monk from the Western Regions?" ”

Shen Guang smiled slightly: "Your Majesty, as the saying goes. Monks from outside are good at chanting. And the monks sound very smart. Although the minister did not read much, he also heard that during the period of the Five Hu and Sixteen Kingdoms, there was a very spiritual monk in the Shizhao regime of the northern Qian, called Buddha Tucheng, and even the brutal Shile Shihu uncle and nephew, two generations later Emperor Zhao, marched and fought to find him for divination first. ”

Yang Guang couldn't help but stretch his brows, and said with a smile: "Boss." It's really you, even the matter of Buddha Tucheng knows, when did you, a fierce general, start to change your studies? ”

Shen Guang scratched his head embarrassedly: "Following Your Majesty, there is no ink at all, and I am embarrassed to meet people, this is called the red one who is close to Zhu, and the one who is close to the ink is black." ”

Yang Guang smiled and nodded: "Yes, when Shi Le first established the country, he had to fight a decisive battle with Liu Yao, the Xiongnu emperor of the former Zhao. But the two armies were evenly matched, and Liu Yao was a well-known warrior in the world. In the previous successive defeats of Shi Le's generals, so that Shi Le also had no bottom in his heart, then he found the Buddha Tucheng divination, as a result, this monk did not speak for a day and a night, and finally spoke, saying in the dialect, as soon as the army came out, Liu Yao was captured, which strengthened Shi Le's determination, and finally as this prophecy shows, I don't know if this monk also has this ability? ”

An Jiatuo suddenly opened his eyes and said slowly: "Your Majesty, the poor monk can divinate and interpret dreams, but Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, your dream indicates the will of heaven, and the poor monk does not dare to guarantee that he has the same skills as Master Buddha Tucheng, and he can really break through the heavens in one word!" ”

Yang Guang was slightly stunned, and said curiously: "You can actually speak Chinese?" ”

Anjiatuo said calmly: "The monks don't speak, the poor monk is a Han Chinese, and he went to the Western Regions with his father to do business since he was a child, and became a monk there, so the poor monk can still speak Chinese." ”

The corners of Yang Guang's mouth hooked: "Oh, since the master has this ability and can predict the future, why don't you open a temple in the territory of the Great Sui?" But to show up on the streets and do what fortune tellers do? ”

Anjiatuo smiled slightly: "Because the poor monk is guided by the Buddha, where the saint is, that is, where the poor monk wants to follow, only when he sees the saint, can he complete the karma of the poor monk's life, so the poor monk followed this instruction, came all the way, and finally let the poor monk see the saint today!" ”

Yang Guang smiled: "You say that I am a saint? ”

Angata's expression became extremely pious: "Exactly, Your Majesty's previous life was the Great Compassion Wenzhu Bodhisattva, who came to the world in this life to overcome the suffering of ten thousand lives and benefit the world. You are a god and a Buddha in heaven and a saint in the world, and you can never go wrong! ”

Yang Guang was overjoyed when he heard this: "Is there such a thing?" Haha, then tell me, in my life, can there be geometry in the Spring and Autumn Period? ”

An Jia Tuo closed his eyes, the Buddha beads in his hand spun rapidly, his chanting voice began to gradually become higher and faster, and a burst of white smoke gradually rose from his body, several guards around Yang Guang, led by Shen Guang, hurriedly blocked in front of Yang Guang, and Yang Guang waved his hand, separated everyone, and stared motionlessly at An Jia Tuo in the smoke.

An Jiatuo slowly opened his eyes, looking at Yang Guang's eyes were unusually clear, he said slowly: "Your Majesty, in this life, you should be able to live one hundred and seventeen years old, but now you are facing a big calamity, as long as this calamity passes, then you can reach a high life, if you can't get by......" He said this, closed his mouth, and sighed softly.

Shen Guang's face changed, and he said sharply: "Bold demon monk, in front of His Majesty, you dare to speak falsely, don't you want to live?" ”

Angatus closed his eyes and said calmly: "The poor monk only talks about the heavens, not the words. As for whether Your Majesty believes it or not, that is Your Majesty's business, if Your Majesty thinks that the poor monk is talking nonsense, you can immediately send the poor monk to death, anyway, the poor monk has already seen the saint, and this life is over, and there are no regrets. ”

The corners of Yang Guang's mouth hooked, patted Shen Guang's shoulder, signaling him not to be too excited, he stared at An Jiatuo tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Dashuai, what is this calamity you are talking about?" Is there any way to defuse it? ”

Anjiatuo said lightly: "This calamity is, peach and plum are all over the world!" ”

Yang Guang's face changed drastically, and he said sharply: "How did you know this?!" Say! ”

Angada looked as usual: "The poor monk received this guidance in a dream, and the Buddha explained the meaning of this verse to the poor monk, and told the poor monk that he must convey this meaning to the sage." ”

Shen Guang whispered behind Yang Guang: "Your Majesty, this Angatatu has indeed sat in the market for more than two months, except for eating, drinking, and leaving a little every day, he has no contact with other people at all, and that rumor is only spread in the army, and it has not yet reached the market in Zhuo County, so he can't know it." ”

Yang Guang's heart secretly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and said to An Jiatuo: "I believe your words, then, what is the method of the catastrophe that the Buddha asked you to tell me?" ”

An Jiatuo's eyes suddenly widened, and the murderous intent appeared: "May Your Majesty punish the people surnamed Li in the world, and protect the country!" (To be continued.) )