"Don't argue, I'm Li Daoxuan."

The eldest grandson Wuxi and Zhou Chang hurriedly bowed and saluted, saying, "Subordinates see the national teacher!" ”

Li Daoxuan said lightly: "Your Majesty ordered me to be the leader of the dragon and be in charge of the affairs of ghosts and gods. ”

The eldest grandson Wuxi hurriedly said: "Bingguoshi, the lower officials heard that you broke into the White Horse Temple, and they were worried about your safety, so they brought some people to help!" ”

Li Daoxuan looked at him quietly and sneered in his heart.

If you don't come early or late, you just came after you and Hui Chan split the victory and defeat, how could he not see this person's intentions?

It's just grass on the wall.

"Zhou Chang."

"The lower official is here!"

"As a Shangyang Changshi, why did you come here?"

Zhou Chang wiped the sweat from his forehead, a trace of hesitation appeared on his thin face, and then gritted his teeth and said: "National teacher, there is a servant girl in my family, who was poisoned and sent to the White Horse Temple to exorcise demons, and now it has been fourteen days, I want to see if she is getting better." ”

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly and said, "It's just a maidservant, and it's worth your own trip?" ”

"The national teacher doesn't know, that servant girl...... The relationship with Neiko is very good, like sisters. ”

Li Daoxuan looked at him quietly, and only then did he say anything until the other party was sweating profusely and trembling.

"The monk of the White Horse Temple is useless, and he can't extinguish the demon in the belly of the servant girl, the poor Dao will take action in person, go back, don't ask about this matter again."

"Yes!"

Zhou Chang lowered his eyes, sweat continued to flow, and he didn't dare to look directly into Li Daoxuan's eyes.

Li Daoxuan looked at the eldest grandson Wuxi again, he is a pot-bellied person, he doesn't smile at his skin, and he looks like an old fritter in officialdom.

"Lord Eldest Sun, I understand your intention to come here, over the years, the White Horse Temple has encroached on fertile land and amassed wealth, and I am afraid that behind it is the acquiescence of you, the Luoyang Thorn History."

The eldest grandson Wuxi suddenly cried with a sad face, and said: "National teacher, I am also helpless, Hui Chan is so powerful, the court can't do anything about him, what can I do with a mere assassin?" ”

Li Daoxuan waved his sleeves and said, "Okay, I'm not trying to hold you accountable, that's also Your Majesty's business, but there is one thing, if you can help me do it, Poor Dao can say something for you in the memora written to Your Majesty." ”

The eldest grandson Wuxi was in high spirits and hurriedly said: "National teacher, please command!" ”

"Over the years, the White Horse Temple has annexed many people's lands, you are responsible for checking and returning those lands to the people, if this matter is done well, it can be regarded as your credit."

The eldest grandson Wuxi finally breathed a sigh of relief, what he was most worried about was that the national teacher would hold him accountable for his faults, and now it seems that the national teacher still wants to give their eldest grandson family a face after all.

"Please rest assured, the lower officials will do their best to complete this!"

Looking at the backs of the eldest grandson Wuxi and Zhou Chang, Li Daoxuan's eyes were deep.

His Majesty has long been dissatisfied with this eldest grandson Wuxi, and if this is the case, he should be dismissed and investigated.

I believe that the other party will do his best to handle this matter for the sake of his black yarn hat.

As for the so-called merit offset......

Li Daoxuan sneered secretly, he did say this, but unfortunately it is His Majesty's business to reward and punish officials, and he said it......

"You go find Jiang Lian and tell him to send someone to keep an eye on Zhou Chang."

Li Daoxuan said to the soldiers on duty.

"No!"

Zhou Chang is a little suspicious, a servant girl, but he made a lot of troubles, and even climbed into the relationship with the eldest grandson Wuxi, trying to put pressure on himself.

He also said that it was because the servant girl was a good friend of his wife, and that if that was the case, why didn't his wife come and see it?

After everything is arranged.

Li Daoxuan looked at his apprentice again and stretched out his hand.

The little girl was dressed in a Taoist robe, and she came running up and holding the master's hand.

"Changle, do you think you should kill Hui Chan as a teacher?"

Li Daoxuan is ready to teach his apprentice, as his own disciple, it is impossible to be a carefree princess in the future, and Li Shimin also has high hopes for her.

Xiao Changle said without thinking: "No, I think the master did it very right!" ”

"Oh? Tell me why. ”

Changle thought for a while and said: "The reason why the master didn't kill the old monk was not because he was soft-hearted, but because he didn't want to intensify the contradiction between Buddhism and the imperial court, and it was enough to knock on the mountain and shock the tiger and kill the chicken and make an example of the monkey!" ”

Li Daoxuan's eyes showed a hint of color, and said, "Is there anything else?" ”

Changle continued: "The reason why the master arrested all the monks of the White Horse Temple and let the father be sent down is not because it is troublesome, but a gift to the father!" ”

Her dark and bright eyes seemed to be shining with wisdom, and she said in an orderly manner: "The monks of the White Horse Temple annexed the land and made a lot of money, which has long been unpopular with the people, and the master handed them over to his father to dispose of, which is to let his father reinvigorate the people's hearts and gain popularity, which is his favorite thing." ”

Everything is the most taboo, and the merit is high.

If after the matter is done, the people of the entire Luoyang only know Li Daoxuan, but not Li Shimin, then what will the emperor think?

Forget it once, if it is like this twice or three times, no matter how broad-minded Li Shimin is, it will inevitably give birth to gaps, this is human nature.

Therefore, Li Daoxuan took the initiative to hand over these monks who had committed public anger to the emperor and let them win the hearts of the people.

Vote for me with papaya, and repay it with Qiong Yao.

This is an invisible tacit understanding between him as a national teacher and the emperor, everything is silent, but he doesn't want to be noticed by Changle, who is only nine years old.

"How did you come up with this?"

Li Daoxuan couldn't help but ask.

Changle grinned and said, "Usually I go to play with my father, but there are always ministers who come to him to talk about things, so I listen to them on the sidelines, and after a long time, I will learn everything." ”

She raised her white face, and her eyes were full of pride, as if to say look at me.

Li Daoxuan stretched out his hand and scratched her small and delicate nose, and said with a smile: "What a little clever ghost." ”

It is no wonder that the history books say that it is "the spirit of the soul in Chenji, the wisdom of the training in Xuanyao, the bright like the night moon shining on Qionglin, and the rotten like the morning glow reflecting Zhupu".

At the age of nine, she showed a good mind, and when she became an adult, what kind of demeanor should she be?

In history, Changle would marry the eldest son of the eldest grandson Wuji, Changsun Chong, in the seventh year of Zhenguan, and then died of illness at the age of twenty-three.

Of course, in this life, her fate has changed dramatically, and everything is possible in the future.

After receiving the master's praise, Changle suddenly walked up and down, like a happy little rabbit, where is there still a little elegance as a princess.

……

Night falls.

In a clean meditation room.

Changle was wearing snow-white pajamas, her long hair was like ink, covering half of her beautiful and delicate little face, she was lying on her side on the bed, she had fallen into a sweet dream, her long eyelashes were like grass hanging with morning dew, quiet and moving.

Under the thin blanket, two little white lotus-like feet were exposed.

Li Daoxuan was sitting by the window, writing something, occasionally glancing at his apprentice, shaking his head and smiling.

She seemed to be frightened by the monks of the White Horse Temple, and she didn't want to sleep alone, so she had to be accompanied by Li Daoxuan here.

Fortunately, she is still young, and if she is older, she needs to take into account the defense of men and women.

Even if it is a master and apprentice, you still have to pay attention to what you should pay attention to.

I don't know how long it took, Li Daoxuan finally stopped writing and finished writing a few letters.

He checked it again, and when he was sure there was no problem, he blew it lightly, as if to dry the ink on it.

However, the next moment, these pieces of paper fluttered up, automatically folded in half to form the shape of paper birds, and then flapped their wings and flew out of the window, each flying in a different direction.

This is a small spell for transmitting messages in Longhu Mountain, turning birds into paper and brocade books in the clouds.

Because it is a paper bird, it can fly around the clock to a place or a person he designates.

If an ordinary monk uses this spell, he can make the paper bird fly dozens of miles at most, but with Li Daoxuan's cultivation, it is still very easy to fly tens of thousands of miles.

He wrote about the fetus in the letter, and the next thing he had to do was wait.

It's time for Moro to show Moro what it means to be outnumbered......

……

At night, in a ruined temple on the outskirts of Luoyang.

Under the broken Buddha statue lay an old man in rags, with broken hands and feet, his eyes were hollow, as if he had lost his soul, lying on the ground motionless, not even the mouse crawling to his ear.

From the power of the high Yang God, to a waste that is not even as good as a beggar, it took less than a day.

The Buddha statue had only one eye left, and it was looking downward, as if it were looking at him.

The dilapidated Buddhist temple, reduced to the abbot of the waste, seems to announce some kind of tragic end, if nothing else, waiting for Hui Chan will be thirsty or starving to death.

Suddenly, Hui Chan's unrelenting eyes moved slightly.

The air around him became damp for some reason, mildew spots appeared on the walls, and an eerie aura emerged, which made people feel chills inexplicably.

There are ghosts!

In the end, Hui Chan was the power of the Yang God, and his cultivation was gone, but his experience was still there, and he immediately judged that this Buddhist temple was the territory of ghosts, and now the other party was coming back.

The mountains and wilderness are ruined and often haunted.

If he was still a yang god, he naturally didn't have to be afraid, but now he, let alone ghosts, even a wild dog could bite him to death.

Hui Chan showed a trace of sadness in his eyes, thinking that he had killed demons and demons for a lifetime, and finally died in the hands of a small ghost, which was really a joke.

The tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs!

Call!

The yin wind blew the door open, and then wet footprints appeared on the ground, getting closer and closer to Hui Chan.

If it is an ordinary person, it is natural that he can't see ghosts, but Hui Chan used to be a yang god, and he also cultivated the Tianyan Tong, even if he became a wasted person, a pair of eyes are different from ordinary people, and he can vaguely see a woman's figure.

His long hair was scattered, his face was pale, wet from head to toe, dripping water, as if he had just climbed up from the river.

It's a drowned water ghost!

Hui Chan wondered in his heart, water ghosts generally live in the river, how could they come to this broken temple?

But none of that mattered, he was going to die at the hands of this water ghost.

The woman walked up to Hui Chan, a pair of dead fish eyes staring at him tightly, and her swollen hand was stretched out to Hui Chan's neck, ready to strangle him.

"Amitabha!"

Hui Chan whispered a Buddha name, closed his eyes and waited for death.

However, a crisp voice rang out.

"Huh? Is anyone in there? ”

Tata Ta ......

The sound of bamboo poles hitting the ground sounded like raindrops, not chaotic, but with a certain rhythm.

Then a little blind beggar came in, she was about twelve or thirteen years old, her hair was full of dirt, her clothes were tattered, she was the same age as a flower, but her face was yellow and thin, and her bones were as thin as firewood.

The little blind girl held the food she begged for in her arms and walked towards Hui Chan.

And when the little girl appeared, the water ghost stood honestly in the corner, looking at her quietly, not moving.

The little blind girl finally touched Hui Chan's bald head and said in surprise: "You...... Are you a monk? ”

Hui Chan did not speak.

The little blind girl took out the food she had begged for a day, gave him half of it, and said, "You are hungry, do you want to eat something first?" ”

Hui Chan looked at the black leftovers, and said in his heart, this thing is also eaten by people?

However, when he saw the little blind girl chewing those foods with a happy face and not wasting a single grain, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you ...... every day?" Just eat this? ”

The little blind girl smiled: "Today is okay, sometimes I can't get food, so I can only go hungry, or touch some earthworms, cockroaches and the like to cushion my stomach." ”

Hui Chan was silent for a long time.

"Eat quickly, otherwise your stomach will scream at night, and it will be very uncomfortable!"

The little blind girl brought the other half of the food as if offering a treasure.

Hui Chan did a long time of mental construction, and under the urging of hunger, he finally swallowed the food.

It's hard to eat!

The spoiled leftovers were mixed with mud and sand, and there were many black dross, and every bite was a torture of taste.

He really didn't know, how could this little girl eat so happily?

"Where's your family?"

"They're all dead."

“…… How did he die? ”

"My mother said that my family originally lived in the city, with dozens of acres of fertile land, but later the monks of the White Horse Temple wanted to leave, and my father was too angry and died of a sudden illness."

Hui Chan was stunned for a long time before he continued to ask, "What about your mother?" ”

The little blind girl seemed to be a little lost, and said: "After my father died, my mother took me to live with me, she was good to me, I could still see it at that time, and my mother also taught me to read and write." ”

"Later, I got sick and became blind, and my mother tried her best to weave cloth for money in order to treat me, but I was too tired and on the way back from buying silk...... Accidentally fell into the lake and drowned. ”

"You live alone in this ruined temple, aren't you afraid?"

The little blind girl shook her head, pointed to the distance and said, "That lake is not far from here, I live here, and I can be closer to my mother." ”

After a pause, she added, "I don't know why, I always feel ...... My mother is still by my side and accompanies me. ”

Hui Chan looked at the woman's water ghost, and the other party seemed to be worried that his moisture would affect his daughter, so he only hid in the corner and did not dare to approach.

Hui Chan suddenly felt a little blocked in his heart.

His mouth trembled slightly, and he said, "White Horse Temple...... I'm sorry for you. ”

The little blind girl shook her head and smiled: "When my mother was still alive, my favorite thing to worship was Guanyin Bodhisattva, and I also liked to read Buddhist scriptures. ”

"Mother also said that some monks in the White Horse Temple are bad, but Master Huichan must be good, he is our hero in Luoyang, if it weren't for his decades of guarding Luoyang, we would have been eaten by demons."

Hui Chan's pupils shook, and an unprecedented complex taste surged in his heart, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

The night is getting darker, and the cicadas are chirping.

In the ruined temple, the little blind girl knelt reverently in front of the broken Buddha statue, and the immature child's voice sounded.

"Buddha, please let this monk and grandfather get better quickly, he can't move, he must be very anxious, maybe he still has a family, his family must be very anxious......"

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