Twenty-two years of Zhenguan! ”

Fan Ren looked at the prosperous scene of fire trees and silver flowers in front of him with admiration, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

No matter which time and space it is, the Tang Dynasty. It's a powerful existence that people can't get around.

In the illusion set by the machine, as a personal experience of the prosperity of Zhenguan, it can better reflect the original scene.

It was already late at night, and there were still a lot of passers-by wandering around the streets.

And unlike the feudal etiquette of the later two Song dynasties, the openness of the Tang Dynasty was notoriously open.

The streets were filled with plump and beautiful women.

It is rare to see a man walking on the street.

This is a bit like what later generations looked like before the rise of Taobao.

After all, it was all girls who went shopping at that time. Of course, it is still now.

"Yo! Isn't this a master of machine identification! ”

From time to time, a woman recognized the machine and came to talk to her.

From time to time, a disturbing incense breeze began to attack the nose of the bean machine and Fan Ren from all directions.

Fan Ren frowned slightly and shook his head gently:

I said...... You're doing this fantasy, is it interesting?! ”

Su Yang knew that although all this seemed to be almost a copy of the scene of Zhenguan's twenty-two years according to the script, it was an illusion after all.

Su Yang has no doubt about the charm of distinguishing machines, and he is also a monk who has loved Princess Gaoyang.

Walking on the streets of Chang'an, encountering such a situation is almost expected.

But whether it is a machine or a passerby, they are all characters who have been dead for more than a thousand years.

It's just a very real VR show. It doesn't make any sense.

"Uncle Shi, don't be impatient, and listen to me."

The machine walked forward step by step firmly, ignoring the plump beauties who were showing off their flowers, and soon, they passed through the crowd.

"At that time, the poor monk studied under the master Daoyue of the Great Zong Temple. He was also taught by Master Xuanzang and translated it into the Tang Dynasty Western Regions in Jinchengfang Huichang Temple. Among the Buddhist disciples of Chang'an. Known as a thin name. ”

Fan Ren heard this. He nodded and said:

"I know this...... You became a monk at the age of fifteen. It should be under the name of Master Daoyue to practice, and later, Master Xuanzang brought the Tianzhu scriptures Sanzang, you are one of the monks in the Sangha group of Sanskrit translated by the Tang Dynasty. But what does this have to do with the formation I'm looking for? ”

He smiled slightly, and led Fan Ren to Jinchang Temple in Jinchengfang.

"Master Xuanzang traveled west to preach the Fa, and his merits were immeasurable, and at that time, the poor monk was confused and confused because of the matter with His Royal Highness Gao Yang."

After a pause, he continued:

"One day, when I was doing my usual morning class and meditating on the Heart Sutra, I heard the voice of my Buddha."

Fan Ren's heart moved. Something suddenly came to mind.

This is already the second monk Fan Ren has met who claims to have heard the voice of the Buddha.

The first is the ghost sealed in Nijo Castle in the previous time and space, Takeda Shingen's daughter, Takeda Matsuhime.

It's just that the Buddha that Takeda Matsuhime heard, and the Buddha that he heard. Eighty percent is not the same Buddha.

But since this is the case, the two things of Takeda Matsuhime and Takeki are not necessarily unrelated.

"What did the Lord say?"

Hearing this, he continued to chuckle, the corners of his mouth raised, and a faint arc was outlined.

"Shizun said the Dharma to me, and then the poor monk was enlightened, and on the second day, he put the golden treasure pillow given by His Royal Highness Gao Yang and slept under his neck."

After a pause, he exhaled softly:

"On the third day, the pillow was stolen, and in order to protect the princess's name, the poor monk confessed to stealing the pillow... Later, after the incident with Princess Gaoyang's east window, His Majesty Xuanzong opened a killing ring, beheaded the poor monks in the market, and killed dozens of servants and maids in the princess's mansion. So the case was concluded as theft, but the matter of the poor monk and the princess had already been exposed and recorded by the historian. ”

When Fan Ren heard this, he had some doubts in his heart. He asked:

"Is that really that a coincidence...... You just took it out. It was stolen, and you just experienced the Buddha's teachings before. It stands to reason that you can't be so unlucky without the protection of the Buddha. ”

Although Fan Ren was not very interested in the West Tianling Mountain Buddhism Gate many times. But I have to admit that what Buddhism is best at is not only talking about crooked reasoning, but also pulling the bias.

It stands to reason. The ending of the machine is not so miserable.

Hearing this, he smiled slightly and shook his head slightly:

"All these are fixed numbers in the dark......"

Suddenly. What did Fan Ren realize......

"The definite number is that Princess Gaoyang hated the Li Tang royal family because of the death of the machine, and then, after the death of Emperor Taizong in the thirty-third year of Zhenguan, Emperor Gaozong ascended the throne in Yonghui for four years, and conspired against King Jing Li Yuanjing. He was given to commit suicide by Emperor Gao. ”

Fan Ren raised his eyes slightly to look at the reminiscing machine, and said:

"At that time, Li Yuanjing, the king of Jing, was the eldest among the only remaining Taizong brothers. If the rebellion succeeds, I am afraid that the Buddhist scriptures will be transmitted in large quantities to the east again. ”

After figuring out the joints, Fan Ren sneered in his heart.

Princess Gaoyang became a real Buddhist because of her discernment, and because of her death, she became a woman who hated the Li Tang royal family.

Therefore, Li Yuanjing, the king of Jing, was selected to prepare for rebellion.

Just because in the principle of dragon vein Chan rang, the father dies and the son succeeds, and the brother dies and the younger brother, and Li Shimin's eldest brother Li Jiancheng and fourth brother Li Yuanji have been made by Li Shimin himself during the Xuanwumen Incident, the third brother Li Xuanba, and the fifth brother Li Zhiyun died before Li Yuan became emperor.

According to the order of succession, among Taizong's younger brothers, the eldest Li Yuanjing has become the most decent person.

And, once Li Yuanjing seized the world, Gao Yang became the minister of Conglong, and the great prosperity of Buddhism became almost inevitable.

But later, this plan ended before it began, so that there was a later matter of Wu Zetian replacing Tang with Zhou.

Ironically, there were rumors at the time that Wu Zetian was the reincarnation of Maitreya, and it looked as if the Buddha had stolen Li Tang Guozuo.

However, Xuanzang, one of the teachers who discerned the opportunity to teach karma, is one of the incarnations of the second disciple of the world-honored Rulai, Jin Chan, and Maitreya Buddha and Bodhisattva, although they are both Buddhists, they are not all the way.

Maitreya wished he could plant a big heel if he came.

Therefore, Wu Zetian never succeeded in stealing the kingdom of Li Tang, and was brought back by a Shenlong coup.

And at the beginning of everything, this high monk distinguishes the machine, if he was stealing the country for the sake of Buddhism from the beginning, Buddhism is too terrible.

"It seems that Uncle Shi has already guessed ......"

Discerning machine smiled slightly wryly. Opening:

"This is just one of my plans for the eastward spread of Buddhism, and the little monk only understood this before he was about to return to Elysium."

Fan Ren exhaled softly when he heard this, and shook his head:

"But. You still don't. Break away from the Buddha's door, otherwise, what I see today. It's not a monk. ”

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