Your Majesty's royal drive is in person, who is the most nervous, that is, of course, the Royal Forest Army and the accompanying guards, eight horses side by side, the emperor in front, behind the Royal Forest Army standing with guns, not five meters away from the emperor.

Gao Zhen in the imperial palace kept coughing, the road was far away and bumpy, and the original plan to arrive in Dingzhou Cangtong City in half a month had to be postponed because of Gao Zhen's physical condition.

Since leaving Yindu, Gao Zhen's health has deteriorated, and when he first came out of the city, Gao Zhen could still read the chapters and read some books, but now it is extremely difficult for him to even get up, and he will cough non-stop when he sits up.

In the small space of the carriage, Han Zhongxuan took care of Gao Zhen as much as possible, the stove was gurgling and rolling, and the medicinal soup on it had been hot for a few times, Gao Zhen's face was flushed, and he said softly, "Where are you now?" ”

"Your Majesty, there are still three days to go to Cangtong City, and Dingzhou Mu Dianmei has already sent a letter, saying that a heavy banquet will be set up ten miles outside the city to welcome the emperor." Han Zhongxuan said softly while carefully holding the potion.

Gao Zhen coughed twice, sat up with difficulty, and under the care of Han Zhongxuan, took a small sip of the potion, "Dian Mei is the right-hand man of King Jingbei, and the north has been able to break away from Yin Capital over the years, and this Dian Mei has made a lot of efforts." ”

"Your Majesty, having said that, he is still a great courtier after all, and he still has to do superficial work." Han Zhongxuan said with relief.

After taking three or two sips, Gao Zhen couldn't drink it anymore, shook his head and pushed Han Zhongxuan away, took a deep breath, and muttered, "What's the situation with Han Li, isn't he coming to see me?" Why don't you come yet? ”

Han Zhongxuan got up and skillfully took out a jar of honey from the cabinet next to him, added it to the decoction, and said as he added, "The King of Jingbei has privately stationed troops and trafficked in ordnance is already well known. ”

"It seems that this brother of mine is more anxious than me, ahem." Han Zhongxuan brought the decoction with honey again, and Gao Zhen coughed helplessly, "I've worked hard for you this time." ”

Han Zhongxuan chuckled, "Your Majesty, this is going to torment the old slave, as long as Your Majesty can get better, even if the old slave works hard, what's the matter." ”

Gao Zhen smiled wryly and did not answer.

……

Jingzhou in the north.

A luxurious private house in Changlin City, carved beams and paintings, rockeries and flowing water, compared with the scenery outside the plug, this village is particularly elegant and quiet, a Confucian in the long pavilion waved a fan indifferently, and his brows were furrowed.

And beside him stood a handsome woman dressed in black, with her long hair tied into a ponytail, leaning against the pillar, playing with a seven-inch dagger in one hand, and looking at the scholar next to her coldly.

Confucian thought for a long time, then turned around and said, "The assassin of Han Li was the Spirit Destruction Gate, this is the killer organization under Gao Ran, who is hidden in the black market on weekdays and rarely leaks his whereabouts, these people who assassinated Ning Xiaochuan two years ago, the head of the Spirit Destruction Gate is called Zhao Changsu, who is a half-step peak master of the Divine Spirit, and he is only one step away from the Divine Spirit Realm. ”

After hearing this, the woman stopped her movements and smiled coldly, "It's hidden quite deeply, if it weren't for Lord Han Li's accident, we really didn't know that there was such an assassination organization under the banner of King Jingbei." ”

"Go back and tell Grandpa Han that I have done everything I need to do, and I hope he will keep his word." The man said with a gloomy expression.

The woman was stunned, and then smiled disdainfully, "Since ancient times, there are many scholars who have little affection, and it is the first time I have seen you so affectionately, to be honest, when we met for the first time, I thought you and Wen Zhe were the same dog."

I didn't expect you to be able to persist until now, don't look at me with that kind of look, don't worry, that girl is fine in Yindu, and when the north is stable, she will reunite your husband and wife. ”

"Thank you." The man raised his hand.

The woman stretched her waist and showed her soft and sturdy figure like a tanuki, "I heard that the person who spoke about the Beidi Army was a Confucian general named Qi Xi, do you know this person?" ”

The man's face sank, "What I promised you is only information about the palace, and I don't know anything about the Northland Army." ”

"Got it, don't be nervous, I'm just asking." With that, the woman smiled and walked to the door.

Watching the woman leave, this Confucian student clenched his fists, he only hated himself for not knowing martial arts, hated himself for being just a powerless scholar, if he could become a generation of Confucian generals like Qi Xi, how could his newlywed wife fall into the hands of the Zhongfu, and why did he fall to this.

Martial arts become the style, respect Confucianism and respect the law, and martial arts will always be before Confucianism.

……

Black Ridge Mountain, Faxiang Temple.

Looking at the looming Buddhist temple on the top of the mountain, Han Zhan breathed a sigh of relief, after walking for so long, he was finally about to arrive at Faxiang Temple.

The hidden Buddha temple in the deep mountains, the long forest is born Bodhi, and the stone tablet on the side of the road can be so ten words, as for who wrote it, the saying is different.

Some people say that it was the inscription of the first King Jingbei who won the three states in the north in one fell swoop, and some people say that it was a big Buddha of Faxiang Temple who had an epiphany on this boulder and had a feeling; Either way, it shows that this thousand-year-old temple is extraordinary.

There is a stream flowing next to the stele, most of the mountain springs are sweet and clear, Han Zhan looked up, only to see a little novice lying on the boulder, the little novice lying on the stone with nothing to do, quietly looking at the sky overhead, from time to time there are goshawks in the sky, every time a goshawk flies by, the little novice will laugh silly, and the Buddhist disciples who come to fetch water will laugh at him and say that even if you sit on the stone for a lifetime, it is impossible to comprehend the Tao of self-Zen.

For these ill-intentioned brothers, Xiao Shami was not angry, but would ask innocently, "Why?" Why can't you, have you tried? ”

The senior brother who asked in a few words was speechless, and over time, these monks stopped being bored with themselves.

"Little Master, Little Master......" Han Zhan shouted at the little novice on the stone.

Hearing someone call him Little Master, Xiao Shami suddenly got up, pointed at himself and said, "Donor, were you calling me just now?" ”

Han Zhan smiled, looked around, and shrugged, "Of course, apart from you, is there anyone else around here?" ”

"Also, you are here to burn incense in the temple, walk straight along this road, and you can see the temple." Xiao Shami patiently said to Han Zhan and the others.

Han Zhan smiled, it seemed that this little monk had not been asked for directions once, so he arched his hand, and then walked towards the mountain with Liu En.

And the little novice continued to lie on the stones, counting the goshawks overhead, but today it was strange that there was not a single eagle.

Hoshoji Temple, in the abbot's room.

A hundred-year-old white-eyed monk meditates cross-legged, while chanting scriptures, while beating the wooden fish, behind him sit cross-legged sixteen monks in purple and gold robes, the temple pays attention to the inheritance of the mantle, Faxiang Temple has eighteen pieces of funds that symbolize the Buddhist Zen master.

These purple gold robes have been passed down for more than 500 years, these purple gold robes are extraordinary, they are the mantle robes of the eighteen monks who fought in the Shanhaiguan to fight the Northern Barbarians, and the eighteen monks died in the Shanhaiguan battle.

These robes have been handed down, in Buddhism, only wearing purple and gold robes can sit on the altar to preach, of course, there are special cases, that is, the rough-clothed monk Shen Guixin.

Among the eighteen purple and gold robes, the contemplative Luogu robe is the mantle robe of the rough-clothed monk Shen Guixin, but now he cannot wear the robe that symbolizes his status.

Since the death of Master Kuzen Master, Master Zen Heart has taken over the Faxiang Temple and become the new abbot of the Faxiang Temple, but the Master of Zen Heart also has his own suffering, and he is the only abbot who is not the abbot of the Divine Spirit Realm in the past generations.

But is it really because of the declining influence of Buddhism? No, since the Legalists entered the Central Plains, the atmosphere of respecting Confucianism and valuing the law has gradually formed, and Buddhism pays attention to calmness and calmness, resolving grievances, which is contrary to the Legalist idea of punishment, which leads to the spread of Buddhism in the Central Plains everywhere is restricted, especially after the destruction of the Sanling Temple, Buddhism has suffered a heavy blow, directly so that there is no Buddha in the south of Dafeng.

And today is the day of Buddhism and Legalism to discuss the Tao and the scriptures, according to the past tradition of discerning the scriptures, both sides are each out of one person, sitting on a high altar to discuss the Tao, and the losing side can change people to continue the debate, on each other's thoughts to refute, until no one can go up, there is nothing to argue.

In the end, according to whether the argument is reasonable and appropriate, whether to convince the public to divide the victory and defeat, Buddhism argues, the two sides have each other's victory and defeat, and it has been difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior.

This time the altar was opened on his own territory, and the Zen master naturally did not want the Buddhism to lose this debate, so he gathered the sixteen Zen masters in the door early in the morning to preach the scriptures and calm the heart, in order to suppress the Legalists.

"Abbot, Xinchen is here." A little monk quietly walked into the meditation room, clasped his hands together, and whispered.

Master Zen slowly stopped the wooden fish in his hand, bowed his head slightly, got up and said, "Amitabha, everyone, please." ”

"Amitabha Buddha ......," the monks recited in unison.

……

Casting a high altar and discussing the scriptures, even the master of Zen thought that this young man who was only a crown of the Legalist could argue ten Zen masters without falling behind, and the purple-shirted monk next to him frowned and said, "Senior brother, I am familiar with the Legalist classics in this life, and I have studied the Buddhist scriptures quite a lot, it seems that I am prepared. ”

"Hmm...... "Master Zen Xin frowned, "go and ask Jueming." ”

"Senior brother, Buddhism has been arguing for five hundred years, during which my Buddhism has never let a monk who has been deprived of the Dharma name come to the stage to discuss the Tao, Jueming doesn't even have a purple gold robe, how can he get on the high platform." The purple-shirted monk next to him responded.

The old abbot clasped his hands together and whispered Amitabha, "Senior brother, this discussion is related to the reputation of Buddhism, if it fails, then it will be difficult for my Buddhism to gain a foothold not only in Dafeng, but also in the north." ”

The purple-shirted monk still wanted to justify, but after thinking about it carefully, now in the Faxiang Temple, the most profound scripture attainment is Jueming, and in today's situation, there is no choice but him.

"Senior brother...... purple-shirted monk said helplessly, "Then let Jueming try it." ”

The old abbot called out to a little monk and whispered a few times in his ear, and the little monk retreated.