"I haven't found out, I heard that the old monk once wrote a poem under the Sanssouci tree, and it is still there." Xiangju Road.

"I'll check it out right away." Zhuge Liang immediately got up and said.

The Sanssouci tree grows in the Lumbini Garden, which is still about fifty miles away from Fanyin City, and it is definitely not possible to walk, so the three of them had to quit the residence they had just rented and left Fanyin City.

In order to rush over as soon as possible, Zhuge Liang got into a carriage, and Wang Baoyu also rode on the Wind Tiger, Sun Shangxiang heard the news, and had to hold Wukong to follow to see the excitement, and Wukong repeatedly clasped his palms together, his eyes were full of expectation.

Now that Sun Shangxiang also knows about Guoguo, Wang Baoyu has no objection. Not wanting to have accidents along the way, Fan Jinqiang also took 5,000 elite soldiers and horses, Xiangju as a guide, and everyone marched towards the holy land of Lumbini Garden.

At this point, Ma Tan and Lu Kai vaguely understood that Zhuge Liang's trip must not be just to conquer Guishuang, did he have the heart to practice and come to worship the Buddha? If this is the case, who should be handed over to the huge imperial court affairs, Liu Chan is not this material.

Of course, everything is speculation, and the prime minister is reluctant to say it, so naturally he has his thoughts, and Ma Jian and Lu Kai are not good at asking anything, so they can only pretend to be confused.

The speed of the march of the army is very fast, worthy of the birthplace of Buddhism, and the people encountered along the way are also calm, and they are very humble and courteous. At dusk, the group finally arrived at the Lumbini Garden, a holy place for Buddhism.

The Lumbini Garden was surrounded by a two-meter-high wall, and Zhuge Liang had the soldiers and horses stop outside, while the people entered along the arch.

In the middle of the garden are a few small white spired buildings, very dilapidated, surrounded by a small river, the sound of the water is murmuring, and the bottom is crystal clear. When the local pilgrims saw the large army, they immediately retreated quietly, and although they were in a hurry, they did not panic at all.

Not far from the small building, there is a white round stone pillar, the surface is smooth, dozens of meters high, on which stands a sculpture of a headless horse, there is a crack on it, which is quite peculiar.

"Queen Maya dreamed of a white elephant in her arms, and felt pregnant, and the king of pure rice built this place for her, and the broken horse's head and the cracks on the pillar were caused by lightning strikes, and the thunder rolled ...... the sky back then," Xiangju explained, while solemnly bowing to the pillar.

Zhuge Liang was obviously not interested in any of this, interrupted Xiangju's words, and urged: "Where is the Sanssouci Tree?" ”

Xiangju got up, led everyone around the stone pillar, and came to the back of the small building, next to a bay of clear water pool, there was an ancient tree with lush foliage.

"This is the Sanssouci tree, under which the Buddha Siddhartha was born, and bathed in this pure pool." After Xiangju finished speaking, he solemnly bowed to the carefree tree and kowtowed eighty-one times in a row.

Affected by this infection, Zhuge Liang and Wang Baoyu also symbolically bowed their hands towards the worry-free tree, although Fan Jinqiang didn't understand, he also saluted, and seemed to be muttering something in his mouth, probably because he had a wish to please the Buddha in his heart.

Goku's face was filled with joy that he had never seen before, and he was a little out of shape with excitement, and his mouth squeaked. Suddenly, Wukong jumped out of Sun Shangxiang's arms again, limped to the Sanssouci Tree, followed the example of a human being, and paid a big salute. There are more than Xiangju knocks, his arms are stretched, and he bows to the ground, a hundred and eight, and Sun Shangxiang next to him yawns.

Afterwards, Wukong jumped into the pool of pure water next to him, swimming happily as if he had gained some kind of relief, and when he came ashore, it seemed that there was an extra layer of brilliance on the golden retriever around him.

Wukong shook off the water droplets on his body, and threw his hand at the carefree tree one after another, Sun Shangxiang couldn't help but laugh and said: "Wukong, sincerity is spiritual, there are already a lot of knocks." ”

Unexpectedly, Wukong made a shushing motion, as if complaining a little about Sun Shangxiang's nonsense, and then took her hand and asked her to bow too.

"Okay, okay, whatever Wukong says, I'll do it." Sun Shangxiang also saluted with a smile, but only three of them got up, causing Wukong to look at him with disdain.

The Sanssouci tree is like a big umbrella, the branches and leaves are very lush, standing under the tree, the cool breeze is blowing, but it is a very good place to escape the heat.

"Xiangju, this tree doesn't look special!" Wang Baoyu said.

"King Hanxing doesn't know, now is not the season of flowers, spring is coming, this tree is full of golden flowers, just like the golden top, the young leaves are purple and red, just like a robe, extremely sacred. In the past, the mother Buddha was attracted by the big tree, and she moved the fetal gas when she held the trunk of the tree, and the Buddha was born from her right rib. After the Buddha came to the world, he walked seven steps, pointed to the sky with one hand, and said that the heavens and the earth are the only ones! Xiangju explained proudly, and when it came to excitement, it was a bow.

There is no one involved, so let's take it as such! Wang Baoyu nodded, Zhuge Liang was well-versed in group books, and he didn't know how many times he had read this familiar myth, and he didn't have much interest, but walked towards a reclining boulder not far away.

I like to leave the words "visit here", which is not the patent of Chinese people, and it is not only modern people who will do it. On top of this boulder, there are various texts written on it, and it is believed that worshippers have carved their names here, hoping to become one with the Dharma.

Under the various imprints, Zhuge Liang quickly found the poem left by Pujing, because he didn't know any other words.

"There are also worries under the worry-free tree, and the soldiers and iron horses are sorrowful, follow my Buddha today, and he will see you again in the Zen Tower!"

This poem was written with gold dust, shining under the illumination of the setting sun, Zhuge Liang frowned, clenched his fists, and said angrily: "Pujing, what do you want to do?!" It's really a demon monk! ”

Zhuge Liang didn't say the words of killing Pujing under the holy tree, but he couldn't hide his anger. Wang Baoyu read it a few times, thought about it for a while, and said with certainty: "Sir, the last two sentences of this poem are the key, follow my Buddha, since they have come to the birthplace of the Buddha, I am afraid that they will follow the trajectory of the Buddha's enlightenment." ”

"Xiangju, where did Siddhartha go after he decided to practice?" Zhuge Liang asked Xiangju.

"After the Buddha left the city of Fanyin, he shaved his hair and went to the Nilian Zen River to do penance, and after six years he became enlightened." Xiangju replied immediately.

"Penance?" Zhuge Liang said angrily: "If that Pujing persecuted Guoguo to cultivate, I would definitely not spare him!" ”

Since they guessed some clues, the group wanted to leave this place, as Pujing poem said, there are not all worries under the worry-free tree, Zhuge Liang came from afar, raised troops to conscript, and was thinking of the sorrow of missing his daughter.

The crowd had just left the boulder when they suddenly heard a loud cry of a baby, judging by the sound, it was behind the Sanssouci tree.