The night was deep, and Wuxu lay on his back on the thick soft bed, covered with a brocade quilt embroidered with peach blossoms, and fell asleep soundly. In a daze, it seems that he came to a grand lama temple, the main gate of the lama temple is wide open, there is a plaque on the door, there are two kinds of Mongolian and Chinese characters on it, written with the words "Tianyuan Yansheng Temple", Wuxu stepped in, but saw the ancient trees and flowers inside, sultry eyes, but never saw a lama, nor heard the sound of chanting Buddha. Wuxu walked to the main hall, pushed open the door, but saw that the golden and brilliant Buddha hall is still enshrined in the "burning lamp Buddha, Sakyamuni, Maitreya Buddha" three Buddhas in the past life and the present life, the huge incense burner is full of incense candles, the hall becomes smoky, the sandalwood is all over, and there are prayer flags standing together, and there are several wooden fish futons.

Suddenly, a young woman appeared out of thin air, wearing a veil and a scantily clad body, wearing agate pearls on her neck and limbs, and there she stepped on the futon, and made many strange movements and limbs by herself, a bit like a dance, and a little like juggling. Wuxu stood at the door of the treasure hall, staring blankly, but the woman suddenly turned around, made a flying shape, and flew straight towards Wuxu. Suddenly, Wu Xuan only felt the fragrant wind blowing on his face, and two snow-white Qianqian jade hands were gently placed on his shoulders. The woman's head and Wuxu's head were very close to each other, only half an inch apart, but her body was floating horizontally in mid-air, like a fish swimming in water, like a swallow flying in the wind. Wuxu couldn't see his face and eyes clearly through the veil, but he had never been so close to each other by a woman in his life, and subconsciously raised his hands and held the tender arm, wanting to push it away.

Hearing only a coquettish sound, Wuxu opened his eyes and saw that a woman fell on the soft bed, her soft shoulder pressed against her right arm, and a few strands of green silk were scattered between the two. Wu was shocked, and hurriedly checked the clothes of the two, and found that they were all intact, and Fang took a closer look at the woman and recognized that it was the woman who sang and danced for herself in the first half of the night. In this ambiguous and strange situation, Wuxu's face was flushed, and he asked softly with shame and anger, "Who are you? Why did you come to my bed?"

The woman suddenly showed a sad look, her eyes were red, and she said with a choked voice, "The master is angry, the slave Zhao Tong was forced by the strongman, and he had no choice but to hide here with the master, and I hope that the master will be merciful and don't drive the slave family out." After speaking, he hung his head in his black hair, pressed it against Wuxu's arm, and sobbed softly. The woman turned her head and pressed down, not knowing whether intentionally or unintentionally, and gently kissed the two red lips on Wuxu's arm. Wuxu had a headache, and felt a tingling sensation in his right arm accompanied by the woman's sobbing, so he hurriedly withdrew his hand and said, "You get up first, and talk slowly if you have something." As soon as the words fell, a "clang" was heard, and the door was kicked open with a foot.

Wuxu hurriedly stood up, opened the bed, and saw several rickety men, old and young, breaking in and standing in the middle of the room, shouting loudly, "I don't know which lama is actually drunk and bullying Miss Tong?"

Wuxu looked at a few drunks who looked like Han people, and was stunned. Now that the lama has a transcendent status, how dare these Han people be so arrogant? Wuxu walked out of bed unhurriedly, put on the big red monk's robe of the lama, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Among those people, one or two of the more sober people saw the big red monk's robe on Wuxu's body, which represented the status of a real person in Lamaism, stopped the rest of the people, hurriedly came forward to take a closer look, and immediately exclaimed, "Ah, it turned out to be Master Moen, the deputy envoy of the Xuanzheng Yuan, Chahar. I don't know when the master will return to Beijing? What about the three princes?"

Wuxu didn't expect to meet Chahar who knew Moen here, and asked about the three princes and others, thought about it, and said, "It turned out to be Chaharda, the three princes are still on the Yellow River construction site, and the little monk has traveled back to Beijing in advance." Nachahar seemed to be more familiar with Moen, snorting wine and laughing, walked up to Wuxu, grabbed Wuxu's monk's robe with one hand, opened the bed with the other hand and looked inside, and said, "The master turned to Kyoto, and hid alone in this moon pavilion to hide incense and warm jade, thinking that he was running around and was very aggrieved." Let's go to Wang Gongzi's side and have two more drinks. ”

Everyone is not very familiar with each other, where does Wuxu want to go, he stopped Chahar's pull with his hand, stood there, and said apologetically, "The little monk has just returned to Kyoto, and he is sleepy, so he has not returned home, so he will rest here for a while." How about we drink the wine again another day?" Seeing this, Chahar smiled again, "I don't know how much the Master has drunk?" So, if you really want to rest, then let Miss Tong leave and perform the Sixteen Heavenly Demon Dance for us. Or do you take Miss Tong and have a few more drinks with us?"

Wuxu was about to speak, but when he saw this kung fu, the Tong girl who was already standing next to him, her eyes were red, she looked at herself with a sad expression, hesitated, but was dragged out of the room by Chahar, looked back at the Tong girl who was surrounded by the rest of the people, sighed, and then closed her mouth, and followed the Chahar through the corridor and across the bridge, and came to a place where rockeries, flower ponds, and forests were readily available.

After Chahar introduced the two sides, the prince named Wang Baobao hugged his fists and saluted, and then turned around and looked at Li Cai'er sitting on his left side with a slight apology. Wuxu waved his hand, signaling that he didn't have to leave, and said to Wang Baobao, "Monks, don't pay attention to these, you don't have to be polite. With that, he found a small stool and sat down.

Seeing that Wuxu was so open-minded, Wang Baobao couldn't help but be overjoyed, and then let his beloved Li Caier sit beside him again, raised his glass to Wuxu and said, "Master Huiming, you are really a high-ranking monk." Abao has also read my Buddhist scriptures, and the master does not re-sit, and humbly concedes the first place in the eyes of us and other laypeople to Cai'er girl, which is really in line with the "Prajnaparamita Diamond Sutra" in the 'non-phase generosity', Abao Dai Cai'er girl thanked her, and gave the master a cup. ”

This Wang Baobao is a character, he talked about everything, secretly praised himself, and confided his heart to Li Cai'er, who was called, and also mentioned the chapters and sentences in the Diamond Sutra recited by Wuxu's practice, but it vaguely scratched the itch of Wuxu. Wuxu also raised his glass with a smile, glanced at him, and said, "Wang Gongzi praised it falsely." After a glass of wine, Wuxu only felt a warm current slip from his throat to his abdomen, and couldn't help but praise, "Good wine!" A woman on the top smiled, "If the master likes it, there are still a few altars here in this son." Why don't you invite Miss Tong behind the master to attend and perform the sixteen days of demon dance for us, and this son and the master enjoy it while drinking?"

Wuxu looked up at the man dressed up, claiming to be his son, Miss Guo, who was half-drunk, thought about it, and felt that singing and dancing was not a big deal, so he looked back at Zhao Tong, who was silent for a moment, walked to the banquet, glanced in the direction of Wuxu sadly, and then saluted everyone and said, "The little woman is unwell today, why don't you sing a little song for everyone?" As soon as these words came out, everyone at the banquet thought of Miss Tong's complaining glance, and couldn't help but show their expressions, and Nachahar gave a thumbs up to Wuxu, squeezing his eyebrows.

Miss Guo then seemed to think of something, her face was flushed, she unfolded the jade fan in her hand, blocked it in front of her, and quickly fanned it a few times, then slowly put away the jade fan, held up a letterhead, squinted her eyes, and asked with a narrow smile, "Is it this song 'meeting is fate, pearls are not money.'" After a song and dance, the night in Kyoto lingers. ’？”

Suddenly, everyone laughed, and saw that the Tong girl lowered her head, Gu Ying felt sorry for herself. Even with Wu Xu's face flushed, he hurriedly covered up and said, "What is in Miss Guo's hand and where did it come from?" Then Miss Guo Min Guo raised the letterhead in her hand, raised her head, and said with a sly smile, "Of course I got it from Miss Tong tonight." Another burst of laughter. Wuxu couldn't hold back, and couldn't help but glance at Miss Guo and Zhao Tong a little angrily.

In the laughter of everyone, Zhao Tong suddenly turned his back to everyone, slowly raised his head, spat out, and sang. The lyrics sung are exactly what Wuxu did, and Miss Guo just sang. The voice of the girl was not hurried, steady and delicate, and the banquet suddenly fell silent. Zhao Tong sang this four-word poem, one chant and three sighs, to the depths of the last love, raised his arms, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and dragged the lingering word for a long time, tactfully and far away. In this situation, everyone was fascinated. Wuxu saw Miss Tong's posture, and blurted out unconsciously, "A thousand-year-old white fox." Then Miss Guo also applauded repeatedly, "It's a pity that Miss Tong has her back to me and waits, otherwise it would be better." Everyone shouted, "Miss Tong, turn around and do another song!"

The girl turned around slowly and saluted everyone. Miss Guo, who was on the top, saw that her face was covered with a light veil, as if she was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, she slapped the jade fan in her hand, and said with a smile, "Why is Miss Tong so shy, wait for me to help the girl unveil and have a look." With that, he got up and took off into the air and slowly flew towards Miss Tong. Zhao Tong was so frightened that he hurriedly ran in the direction of Wuxu. Miss Guo was not in a hurry, and slowly flew behind Miss Tong, sneering, "Where to run? This son is a daughter, and he won't really eat you." There was another burst of laughter in the audience. Zhao Tong heard everyone's laughter, and he was even more flustered, ran to Wuxu, and stumbled, that is, he was about to fall to the ground.

Wuxu hurriedly cast a trick, Bihaizhu turned into a lotus sea, flew low, and wanted to hold it, but saw that Miss Guo swished, rushed over from behind, stretched out her hand to hold the Tong girl who almost landed on the ground in her arms, and then held the jade fan in her backhand, wanting to bounce back the white lotus that flew over. Unexpectedly, when this white lotus encountered the jade fan, it turned back into Bihaizhu, followed the jade fan, and put it on Miss Guo's wrist, and then pulled Miss Guo up, and flew diagonally towards Wuxu. That Miss Guo screamed, shook out the blue sea pearl, took advantage of the momentum, and the jade fan was used as a sword, stabbing straight towards the door of Wuxu.

Wuxu didn't have time to say a misunderstanding, summoned Bi Haizhu back to his wrist, clasped the jade fan with both hands, and looked at this seven-point drunk and eight-point pungent Miss Guo, only to see it: on the goose egg face with shallow dimples, the slender moth eyebrows were sinister, and the two eyes under the curved eyelashes looked at him coldly like the stars and the moon, and between the lips with a touch of rouge, exuding a faint smell of wine and aroma. The posture of flying up at this moment is actually like the dancing posture of a young woman in a dream. Miss Guo scolded in a low voice, "Lama Sei!", and then stretched out her index and middle fingers with her left hand and grabbed them directly into Wuxu's eyes. Wu Xuan was helpless, so he had to use his mana, separate his hands slightly, bend his two middle fingers together like a sword, and stretch out his two index fingers to attach the back of his two middle fingers.

Although Miss Guo's cultivation level is not high, she is extremely smart. Seeing that Wuxu's hands were differentiated, and the Buddha's mudra was cast, he used the jade fan to point Wuxu's right palm, his body was slightly off, and with the shock of the Vajra Realm, he turned around and flew backwards sideways. It's just that the headscarf was shaken off, and the hair was scattered on the shoulders.

Wu Xuan Dan saw his long hair and shawl, and while turning his head and curling his mouth, he looked at himself angrily, holding a jade fan in his hand, holding it above his head, and flew out far away. I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

That's right

In my dream, I saw the dance of the heavenly demons, and I heard the song under the moon.

The jade-handed Buddha bead beauty is angry, and the long hair shawl is drunk with incense.