Why didn't Master Xuanlian come? Pei Tan looked at them. It was the abbot's beloved disciples who died, but I saw this group of little monks sad.

The head monk said: "The abbot is in retreat to practice Buddhism, and it was not originally something you want to see, but it can be seen that His Majesty brought the concubine in person at the beginning, and it did not damage the abbot's practice. ”

To put it simply, I still can't look down on Dali Temple. Nothing could interrupt Master Xuanlian's cultivation.

Just when the stalemate was at a stalemate, a little monk hurriedly came to the outer courtyard and said to everyone in the courtyard: "The abbot has just passed down the word and asked several donors from Dali Temple to meet." ”

The warrior monk stared at the little monk: "Who secretly communicated with the abbot?" ”

The little monk hung his head.

Jing Wan'er looked at them at this time and felt funny, since their Xuanlian Master was known as the first monk of the Tang Dynasty, even if he was in retreat, how could what happened in this red dust be hidden from his eyes. ”

The little monk said again: "Please go with the little monk to see the abbot immediately." ”

At this time, the group of warrior monks and Xuantai did not dare to stop again.

Master Xuanlian's abbot's room was in the direction of the entire Qinglong Temple's "round sky", and the warrior monks behind him followed closely behind Pei Tan, as if the dignified Dali Temple Qing had become a prisoner in their eyes.

Outside the abbot's room, Pei Tan took off his official robe and handed it to Pei's guards on the side.

"You stay here." Pei Tan looked at him. The reverence for the Buddha and the fact that Pei Guards secretly hid weapons into the temple have already caused hostility, and it is obvious that the contradictions should not be intensified at this time.

Xuan Tai stretched out his hand and stopped Jing Wan'er.

Jing Wan'er looked at him coldly: "What do you want?" "At this point, she is not afraid.

Xuantai couldn't help but sneer, "This is the clean room of the abbots of this temple for generations, how can you be set foot by a woman?" ”

The little monk who led the way turned around at this time, "The abbot's original words are to let Pei Siqing and this girl go to meet together." ”

If Xuanlian doesn't want to see it, there's no need to emphasize it.

Xuan Tai didn't seem to believe it: "Why did Master want to see this woman?" ”

Jing Wan'er didn't care about the gloomy face of the warrior monk at all, and directly brushed his side and walked towards the main hall.

The cold air in the hall, the only old monk who was plain, was the abbot of the Protector Temple-Xuanlian.

Jing Wan'er had wandered all the way to Chang'an, and she knew that there were also many foreign cultivators in the entire land of the Tang Dynasty, and the only way to distinguish them was through clothing. The white robe represents the practitioner's desirelessness, and the four are empty, as if they are isolated from the squalor of this earthly world.

Master Xuanlian's gaze seemed to fall on Pei Tan's body very lightly, he knew that this young man was the most popular Dali Siqing in Chang'an City today. In the history of the Tang Dynasty, there seems to be no precedent for such a weak son to take charge of Dali Temple.

"Master Pei." Xuan Lian spoke, the abbot of the temple with the title of Tang Dynasty, but his attitude was extremely peaceful.

Even if Jing Wan'er behaved unruly, the moment she saw Master Xuanlian, there was an inexplicable pressure on her.

Pei Tan on the side made a secular salute to Master Xuanlian, and Jing Wan'er slowly followed him as well.

Looking at Xuanlian up close, this high monk who is said to be a master even if even the Son of Heaven has to perform the teacher's ceremony, Xuanlian's old age obviously exceeded Jing Wan'er's expectations.

The warrior monk who followed up couldn't help but say with the sadness on his face: "Abbot, Senior Brother Huigen, he is..."

Jing Wan'er wanted to observe whether there were emotions such as sadness from that face, since the monks were already empty, and with the name of Master Xuanlian and the first holy monk of the Tang Dynasty, it should have been cultivated to the point of having no desires and no desires.

Master Xuanlian closed his eyes slightly, and said for a while: "Life is impermanent, life and death are unpredictable. ”

And there are no colder words in the world than these eight words. Especially before those warrior monks could say anything, they saw Xuanlian waving their hands, and those warrior monks covered their expressions and left the hall.

Jing Wan'er didn't say a word, and observed Master Xuanlian beside Pei Tan. She wondered why Xuanlian was seeing her.

Pei Tan opened his mouth first: "I heard that when we practice in retreat, we have to cut off the five precepts of mortal dust, because we disturbed the master's practice. ”

The so-called five precepts, in addition to emotional love and hate, there is also a fasting for food in the world, that is, during the period of retreat, Master Xuanlian did not eat anything except water.

Master Xuanlian's face was like the cold air in the abbot's room, and I saw Xuanlian pinching a rosary in her hand.

"Life and death are impermanent, this is probably Huigen's life." The abbot showed no emotion when the retreat was interrupted or when the practice was blocked.

Pei Tan looked at Xuanlian and couldn't help but say, "But the duty of Dali Temple is to find out the truth. "This is a duty given by the Son of Heaven, just like a certain duty given to Qinglong Temple.

Pacify the people and protect the royal family.

Behind Master Xuanlian was a hanging image of the Buddha holding flowers, and when Jing Wan'er saw this portrait, she felt a hand clutching her chest.

In the clean room, it was as if time had been set. Perhaps in the land of Buddhism, a lot of red dust time has been cut off.

I only heard the old monk's hoarse voice say. "Twenty years ago, someone put down a swaddling baby in front of my Qinglong Temple, Huigen was born with a beautiful spirit and a relationship with the Buddha. In the past 20 years, the comprehension of Buddhism has surpassed that of the elders in the temple. For this only disciple under her knees, Xuan Lian finally said something. The mood between the eyebrows is not without sadness.

Jing Wan'er's mind once again couldn't stop Huigen's face from appearing, such a monk could not be called a pure monk of Liugen at all, if he hadn't been adopted by Qinglong Temple, he could have become any wanderer on Chang'an Street.

Pei Tan obviously had other ideas, he stared at him for a long time and asked, "Dare to ask the abbot, who lives in that attic." ”

In the attic, the bedding and the air in the room are still warm. It shows that there have always been people living in it, and Huigen died in this room, the first person to suspect should it be the real owner of the room?

But if you want to move in the Qinglong Temple, it is not enough to have a secret decree from Zhongzong. Apparently... It is even more necessary to get the real cooperation of the abbot of Qinglong Temple in front of him.

After twisting a few Buddha beads, Master Xuanlian said softly: "That wing room, far away from the dust and humidity, was temporarily cleaned out of the temple for the disciples of the lay family to escape from the world and practice. ”

Other temples will have lay disciples, but Qinglong Temple was originally the national temple of the Tang Dynasty, and anyone who can easily enter the temple to practice.

Kuniji... Naturally, only people from the royal family can come.

Pei Tan's eyes moved, and Jing Wan'er suddenly said: "The noble man who came with the carriage yesterday is also the master's mouth... Is it for Buddhist disciples who practice in retreat? ”

The girl's voice was slender and clear in this empty hall, but for some reason she couldn't help but reveal a hint of teasing, and her eyes were also looking directly at Xuanlian's face without fear.

What do you say about escaping the world, as the abbot of Qinglong Temple, Xuanlian, must already know what was in the carriage yesterday. There was even some resentment in my heart at that moment.

Xuan Lian's face and Jing Wan'er's delicate and beautiful color have become a stark contrast, and he has been in charge of Qinglong Temple for almost thirty years this year. He is the longest-lived and longest-serving abbot in the history of Qinglong Temple.

The reason for this is known to the entire Datang people, and they don't know.

What I don't know is the dragon chair that involves blood.

Jing Wan'er put away the corners of her mouth and looked at Master Xuanlian calmly and silently.

Seeing that Xuanlian was turned around, she slowly closed her eyes to the Buddha statue: "Does Master Pei Shi not know who the person you came to this temple to see is?" ”

This sentence is not only asked about Pei Tan's heart, but also the purpose of Dali Temple to stop and linger so far.

Pei Tan's eyes slowly deepened: "... If the abbot has any advice, please say so. ”

Master Xuanlian's expression was invisible: "Although Qinglong Temple is in the Tang Dynasty, the outside world has known that the temple has been built for more than 100 years, and it is in the red dust, ignoring the red dust. This sentence is not only for the disciples of Qinglong Temple, but also for the poor monks. ”

Being in the red dust, doesn't it mean that although the monks of Qinglong Temple chanted the four empty Buddha names, they still couldn't escape the shackles of imperial power.

Ordinary people in the Tang Dynasty may not feel these things, but they can already understand Pei Tan, who was born as a powerful eunuch.

"Yuzhang Ancient County, Hongdu New Mansion. Pei Siqing wanted to know the identity of the person in the attic, so he should know that in this poem, His Royal Highness King Teng, who was once known as the Tang Dynasty. ”

Datang, even when there are many romantic figures, it is difficult to have a few people who can truly be called the famous Datang.

Master Xuanlian put on the incense, and then turned around: "This month is the death anniversary of His Royal Highness King Teng, and there were three points of land at the end of the world, just to pay tribute to King Teng." … His Royal Highness King Changle is the surviving son of King Teng, and he has come to the temple half a month ago to be the king of Teng. ”

When he heard the loudness of King Teng, even Jing Wan'er was shocked, King Teng, that was the son of the former Gaozu. Who also

can touch, the former Tang Dynasty.

His Royal Highness the King of Changle.

Gaozu is a grandson.

"Where is the prince now, Pei should be there immediately." Pei Tan's expression became calm.

Master Xuanlian stopped holding the Buddha beads in his palm, and he raised his eyes: "Now that we know who the noble person is, Pei Siqing can leave just now." ”

The hint is already so obvious that it is obviously not wise to ask any further.

But the string that Pei Tan and Jing Wan'er have in their hearts at the same time has obviously been picked up, perhaps because there is no shortage of people in Datang who know how to advance and retreat, and Pei Tan has been the son of the Pei family for more than 20 years, and he has long been familiar with the set of advancing and retreating with knowledge, until a year ago, his identity became Dali Siqing.

Dali Siqing, there is no longer a need to pretend to be around.

Pei Tan said to Xuanlian: "The master's beloved disciple died for some reason, Qinglong Temple is the place where I am second only to the Tang Palace in the Tang Dynasty, Pei can only trespass." ”

To put it more coldly, the entire Qinglong Temple has now become a place of suspicion.

Xuan Lian's face had a faint fluctuation for a moment. This fluctuation also made Pei Tan look at him even more.

Fang Cai's conversation gave Jing Wan'er a subtle and strange feeling, which had already appeared when Pei Tan asked about the attic. In Xuanlian's words and Pei's conversations, he didn't say that King Changle was a suspect, and he didn't even mean to doubt it.