Huangjue Temple is located in the inner garden of the deep palace, the environment is quiet and solemn, the morning bell and dusk drum Daxiong Treasure Hall and the monk's house are readily available, not only the Buddhist family is solemn and elegant, but also the royal atmosphere is magnificent.

Qingluo is still a Buddha, the first emperor's belief is particularly pious, and he often goes to the Buddhist hall to meditate and listen to meditation in his spare time.

Therefore, during the reign of the emperor, the Huangjue Temple was renovated, and many precious classics were stored in the scripture pavilion.

The monks in the Huangjue Temple are not divided into men and women, they must have a clean background, a handsome appearance, and a demeanor that conforms to etiquette.

Shu Ange walked into the temple, only to feel that his eyes lit up, and he remembered the poems of the deep flowers and trees in the meditation room where the winding path leads to the secluded place.

The sound of the bell chime and the singing of the Buddha make people involuntarily calm.

The monks did not kneel when they saw Shu Ange, nor did they show any surprise, but just put their hands together and chanted a Buddha name.

Such a peaceful atmosphere made Shu Ange, who had just entered the mission world, happy.

Under the mirror, Shu Ange hesitated for a moment, first detoured to the scripture building, picked out a few out-of-print scripture books, and asked his entourage to bring them.

The breeze is blowing, and in the twilight of spring, the palace is purple and red, and the scenery is breathtaking.

Shu Ange wore a plain gown, took off the heavy purple and gold crown of twelve jades, and his hair was only erected with a hollow gold and silver skein crown.

Yun Wangyue's dignified atmosphere, long in a high position without vulgar and frivolous color, if compared with flowers, only the grace and luxury of the peony and the fragrance of the country are commensurate.

Shu Ange walked on the bluestone road, the flower wall shadow wall rockery and flowing water, the long sound of wooden fish, and the Sanskrit singing that hit the heart, let her fully feel the heritage of Buddhism.

The group stopped in front of a small white marble bridge, and along the winding covered bridge, there was an extremely elegant house standing in the middle of the lake.

The two attendants, each carrying a bookcase, escorted Shu Ange to the bridge, while the others waited in place.

In the late spring, there is only a little duckweed in the water, and a small boat leans against the shore. If you wait until summer, the lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers in the sun have a special fun.

Living in the middle of the water, with beautiful scenery and being separated from the world, the Empress treats Xuanjing differently.

The vermilion doors and windows were close at hand, and the sound of wooden fish accompanied by the sound of Qingyue's chanting came faintly.

The door was locked, and the attendant put down the bookcase and opened the key and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, please." ”

Shu Ange secretly said in his heart, and stepped into the main hall, the hall was spacious and bright, hung with famous landscape paintings, and the ebony Taishi chair was bright and bright.

The second attendant sent the bookcase to the study, and left respectfully after the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed.

The chanting never stopped, and the tone did not fluctuate, Shu Ange sighed in his heart, Xuanjing is really a high-ranking monk, and his heart can be like dead wood in the face of the empress's overtures.

Xuanjing meditates in the back hall, which is only a few curtains away from the front hall.

The curtains here are not as magnificent as those of Shu'ange's dormitory, and are mostly made of bamboo, without any decoration except for mottled bamboo patterns.

Shu Ange stretched out his slender hand and opened the curtains, and when the cyan figure fell into his pupils, his heart was like a bell and drum colliding, and his heart resounded.

He sat cross-legged like a mountain, but there was a hidden afterglow around him, which reminded her of the rain in Qingming and the lights in the mountains.

The sound of the wooden fish, his eyebrows are clean and solemn, and his eyes are slightly closed when he recites the scriptures, and he has a compassionate appearance.

Xuanjing was born very well, Shu Ange looked at his eyebrows and eyes and didn't know how to describe it. The description of handsome is too fireworks on him, and his temperament is too holy and pure, so that people dare not be offended.

Shu Ange seemed to have been immobilized, and in the end, the system prompt broke the deadlock.

"The target of this mission: Xuanjing, initial friendship 10."

In an instant, all the compassion and emotion dissipated, and Shu Ange almost jumped on the spot.