Before dawn the next morning, Li Yuanqi and his entourage took advantage of the fact that there were still few passes, left Qiuzi City, and rushed all the way to the northeast. After walking for about thirty or forty miles, I saw a high mountain lying in the sky, and at the foot of the mountain there was a ring of imposing buildings.

Several pagodas are towering, several large halls stand solemnly, on the east and west banks of the Subashi River, set up oppositely, think of it is the Zhaoli Temple. I don't know if it's the mountain fog in the mountains, or the prosperous incense in this Garan, the green smoke of Nana rises from that side, reaching the sky, making people wonder that this is the fairy world.

So, after a few journeys, Li Yuanqi and his team walked to the front of the temple.

The shape of the temple in the Western Regions is quite different from that of the Central Plains, the temples of the Central Plains are more like the forbidden court, no matter how big or small, they all build a high courtyard wall, and the Buddhist door is quiet and the hustle and bustle of the world on both sides, but this turtle Zijialan, there is no wall and no door, and the buildings and towers appear in front of you brightly. Fearing that the camel cart and horse would collide with Bodhi Qingjing, Li Yuanqi ordered Nanhua to invite the master who sprinkled and swept in front of the main hall, and presented the prayer post that had been prepared to the great monk in the temple.

After about a cup of tea, I saw several mages wearing a red linen robe coming around from behind the main hall, walking steadily towards them without hurrying or slowing. The first is for the elderly monk, the face is similar to the Tianzhu people, although the edges and corners are clear, but because of the gentle charity between the eyebrows, it does not seem alienated, some gray beard, and add a little bit of soft light to him.

Walking to the front, several mages stopped, and the one who started closed his hands, blessed his body slightly, and recited: "Amitabha." Li Yuanqi and the others were also busy clasping their hands in return, and listened to him then say: "Let the prince wait for a long time, the poor monk is the abbot of this Garan." The king of Ruijun came from afar in the Central Plains, and the poor monks and the monks who sat down were not able to meet them far away, and they also invited the king of Ruijun Haihan. ”

Li Yuanqi hurriedly clasped his hands together and said: "The abbot is serious, it is the king who is abrupt, and he failed to pay his respects earlier." It's just that this time it's an important mission, and it's inconvenient to make a statement. Now that he has arrived outside the city, he has to lick his face and come here to ask the abbot for convenience. It is also good to borrow the light of the Buddha of the treasure temple to bless the trip well. As he spoke, he looked at the abbot with a pious and determined face, and looked at the abbot and the monk humbly.

When the abbot heard this, he took a closer look at the extraordinary young man in front of him, although his eyebrows and eyes still showed the vigor of youth, but he was not chaotic at all, and his modesty and bearing were quite emperors. Said with a smile: "The door of Buddhism is wide, and it is convenient for all sentient beings, and the king of the county has come thousands of miles for the people of the two countries." Amaro took a few distinguished guests from the Central Plains to the back yard to settle down the carriages and horses, and packed up a few guest rooms to stop and rest with them. ”

As soon as the abbot's voice fell, a quite capable mage bowed his head and stood up and asked Nanhua and the others to lead the carriage and horses with him.

Li Yuanqi and the entourage waved their hands with the abbot and thanked: "Thank you, abbot!" It's bothered. After that, he wanted to go to the back with Abra, but was stopped by the abbot and said, "Please also ask the prince of the county to go to another place with the poor monk to stay." ”

Li Yuanqi was stunned for a moment, he didn't want to be separated from his own people in the unfamiliar realm, but now he was rashly bothered, I was afraid that he could only follow the host, and it would be difficult to excuse himself, so he gave Nanhua a look, and followed the abbot in another direction.

After walking a few steps, the abbot saw that there was no one around, so he spoke: "Don't blame the king of Wangjun, there is no difference between the rich and the poor in the Buddhist gate, and the accommodation houses in the temple are all the same shape. As he spoke, he went to a small pavilion with the inscription: "No Pavilion".

The abbot made a gesture of invitation and led Li Yuanqi forward. When I entered the door, I saw that the layout was not extraordinarily luxurious, just the appearance of an ordinary meditation hall. A soft couch, a Buddhist scripture, a few seats, and a Buddhist shrine, there are not many utensils. When the abbot saw Li Yuanqi looking at this pavilion, he closed the door and said slowly: "The poor monk has arranged it like this, and I think that there will be other distinguished guests in the next two days. ”

After hearing this, Li Yuanqi came back to his senses, thought about it carefully, and hurriedly waved his hand to the abbot: "Thank you abbot for being so thoughtful for me, I don't know how to repay it?" ”

Seeing this, the abbot said with a smile: "When the poor monk was young, he traveled to the Central Plains and translated more than three scriptures in the Daxingshan Temple in the south of Tiandu City. The scene of singing and dancing in the heavenly capital, and the flowers and brocade are still in my mind, although it is the people who raised the soil of the turtles, but also regard the Central Plains as the homeland of reconstruction. Now the king of the county has come for the peace of the two countries, and the poor monk has done his best, and he hopes that the king of the county will be worthy of this trip and return with a full load. The king of the county traveled all the way, and first rested here, and then the poor monk talked to the king of the county in the evening. ”

After saying that, he was about to retire, and Li Yuanqi hurriedly made a big gift: "Thank you Abbot Yucheng!" But this king has one more thing to ask for. Could you please ask the abbot to send someone to present the credentials to the monarch of Qiuzi, so that we can set a day for us to enter the city? As he spoke, he took the credentials and handed them to the abbot with both hands.

The abbot took the letter of state, cautiously put it into his cloud sleeve, waved his hand and said: "This matter is handed over to the poor monk, and I will arrange it at the moment, and I also ask the prince of the county to rest at ease." After saying that, he withdrew from the pavilion, and Li Yuanqi bowed again and closed the door.