In the secret room of the Tibetan Scripture Tower of Ximing Temple, Li Bing, Anzi, and Gesang stood still in place, looking at each other.

"Is the ground moving?" Anko's entire body trembled with the ground. He looked at Li Bing with a look of surprise.

Three, you look at me, I look at you.

Suddenly, the shaking became violent in vain, and the wooden beams above the head creaked, and dust and sand continued to leak through the cracks, forming a thin curtain of sand.

"It's moving!" Li Bing reacted, saying that it was too late, he stepped out, ran behind Anzi, and pushed him: "Run!"

It was difficult to solve the fight just now, and this sudden change made the three of them calm down and rush out of the tower.

Even if Li Bing and Gesang's martial arts foundation is not bad, once this nine-story tower really collapses, it will not be something they can bear. Just talking about the four cross solid wood beams on each layer, at least there are thousands of catties of weight, plus a few loess Buddha statues, so these things are pressed on the body, and there is almost no possibility of survival.

No matter how high the martial arts are, in the face of nature, people are still too small.

The three of them just went up to the first floor, and they didn't stop for a moment, pushed open the tower door, rushed straight to the inner courtyard of the temple, and jumped out for more than ten zhang before stopping. Looking back, the entire tower was trembling, especially the spire, which was shaking from side to side by as much as half a zhang. Fortunately, the Tibetan scripture tower of Ximing Temple is a wooden tower, if the brick tower is replaced by the earth tower, I am afraid that it has already collapsed.

The three of them exhaled a long breath, Li Bing glanced at Gesang, but saw five monks running behind him, the monk's robe was purple and brown, all of them were eminent monks, and they all knew each other, exactly:

the abbot of Ximing Temple "Jingshan";

the first "pure smell" of the Interpretation Hall;

the first "pure book" of the precept hall;

Mingshan Hall's first "net return";

The first "clean dust" of Dharma Hall,

Among the five, the abbot was the eldest, in his fifties, and the youngest in the net and the youngest, about forty years old.

Jingben is the head of the precept hall, and his temper is the hottest, he rushed to the three of them first, and he was angry, even if he knew that Li Bing was the son of the world, he spoke unceremoniously.

"What did you just do in the basement?"

"I didn't ...... Nope. The ground is still shaking, Li Bing has just escaped death, and he doesn't know what to say. looked at Gesang Yuzha and said: "This person doesn't know where to come out, he has to stop me from punching and kicking, so he ......"

Gesang Yuzha was about to argue, but the abbot was pure and good, and stretched out his hand to stop the three of them: "Amitabha, no matter your business" He said to the head of the Mingshan Hall: "Pure return to the junior brother, please send the three donors out first." In the event of ground movement, for the sake of safety, the inner courtyard is temporarily closed, and all pilgrims and visitors are not allowed to enter, in order to prevent the collapse of the Tibetan scripture pagoda and the danger. ”

After speaking, he looked at the top of the tower again: "There is also the Nirantzan donor upstairs, please let him go out too." Guard the gate and don't let anyone in. ”

"Yes!" Jinggui replied, gesturing to Li Bing and the three of them, preparing to send them out.

Gesang took a step first, and when he saw that Li Bing still wanted to continue to ask the abbot about things, he also stopped.

Then look at the abbot and say to the two heads of the Dharma Hall and the Precept Hall: "You go down and have a look first." Senior Brother Jingwen, you go to find Uncle Qingyan, at this time he should be practicing meditation in the stele forest outside the temple. ”

This "Uncle Qingyan" is the first seat of "Prajna Hall". On that day, Mi Xin talked about the people who could cast the "Three Golden Locks" for Li Bing, and he was one of them.

The names of the monks of each generation of disciples of Ximing Temple follow the words and generations handed down from the ancient teachings:

Zhou Hongpu Guangzong, Daoqing Tongxuanzu,

Pure and true as the sea, pure and pure.

Before the Qingzi generation, this Qingyan monk is the uncle of the five Jingzi generations.

And at present, in Ximing Temple, there is only one person in the Qing generation, and there are only 20 people in the net generation, and most of the other disciples are the real characters, such as the word generation.

It is also said that there are eight halls in Ximing Temple:

Translation Hall: In charge of the scriptures. It is not only necessary to translate the original scriptures of Tianzhu into Tang characters, but also to translate the local Chinese Buddhism into Japanese, Silla, Nanzhao and other languages to help spread Buddhism.

Discipline Hall: Check the merits of the disciples under the sect, and punish those who have done so.

Mingshan Hall: Responsible for signing the donations of pilgrims, not only for the construction of new temples, but also for disaster relief.

Bodhi Hall: The medicine hall of Ximing Temple, used to treat the injured.

Relic Hall: The cremation of Shaolin monks who have passed away also performs transcendent rituals for lay believers.

Pudu Hall: Receiving guests, managing ceremonies such as ordination, monks returning to the laity, and recruiting lay disciples

Dharma Hall: Study internal and external martial arts.

Pranyatang: Study Buddhist techniques.

Dharma Hall, Discipline Hall two first entered the tower, Jingwen turned around and prepared to go outside the temple to find "Uncle Qingyan", just took a step, and looked at a figure coming out of the gate, the footwork was fast and slow, erratic, and in a blink of an eye came to a few people.

The person who came was Qingyan. He was dressed in a golden robe, which was only available to the monks who had been given the title of Buddha by the royal family, and was one level higher than the abbot's purple robe. In the entire Ximing Temple for three hundred years, there are only five people who have won this honor, and Qingyan is also the only one still alive, which shows the preciousness of the identity.

"I'm already here!" the voice seemed to come from the sky.

His body was swept by a fresh breeze, his robe swayed, as if he had a fairy wind bone, and stood side by side beside the abbot.

Qingyan's face is withered, his skin is vicissitudes, his hair and beard are as white as snow, and there is a one-word eyebrow, which is connected left and right, without the slightest ups and downs, and the tail spikes of half an inch are exposed at each end, like a dragon's whiskers fluttering.

As soon as he stood still, Nilantzdan came down from the upper floor. He could have gone downstairs early in the morning, but when the ground moved, he still wanted to put these lone scriptures in order, which must be said to be a master of the arts.

After meeting Master Qingyan, Nilangzidan listened to the abbot Jingshan say to himself: "There is a ground movement in Chang'an today. In case the tower collapses, please ask the donor to leave first. If tomorrow is stable, it is not too late to copy the scriptures again. ”

Nilantzdan nodded yes, turned around and forgot to glance at the tower, suddenly his eyes narrowed into a slit, looked at the ground at the bottom of the tower, shook his head slightly, and spoke with a slight meaning: "I also have some cultivation in the technique, if necessary, the younger generation can do a little bit of effort." ”

"No, I don't. This little thing, don't bother the Tibetan holy monk to make a move!" Before the abbot could speak, Master Qingyan had already sternly refused, and for some reason, he was a little disgusted with this so polite Tibetan lama. He said coldly: "Jinggui, you send the four of them out!"

"What the hell ......" Li Binggang wanted to ask again, but Jinggui had already stretched out his hand to stop in front of him, and said the word "please" again.

Li Bing saw that the abbot and Qingyan had stopped paying attention to him, and he couldn't be stubborn, so he could only follow behind Gesang and walk towards the gate together.

After half an hour, the ground shook more and more, and ordinary pilgrims were almost unsteady on their feet.

Li Bing and the four left. But I don't want to, in this backyard, in addition to the senior monks of Ximing Temple, there are two people.

"Oh, don't go over! Those people look so powerful, they're going to be discovered any closer. The girl in Hufu was about to poke her head out of the corridor, but was dragged by the "Brother Gongzi" beside her.

"They're all in the tower! don't you want to follow?"

"Do you still want to go in? Wait here obediently!" Brother Gongzi looked angry, and was almost angry to death by this naïve young man: "There must be something strange under that tower." I'll have a chance to see it again in the future! Isn't it a self-defeat to go out now?"

As he spoke, the violent shaking subsided in an instant, and everything returned to normal.

"Brother Childe" touched his fake beard that was about to fall off, looked at the beam above his head as stable as Mount Tai again, and said again and again: "This is even more strange, you must inform Miss." Maybe there is something amazing hidden in this tower, and the Tibetan Lama has been in it for several days, do you think that the "White Luo Immortal Law" we are looking for is in there?"

"Huh?" The plump girl in the bearded clothes thought for a moment, looked at the young brother and asked, "Do you only tell Miss, do you want to write to Venerable Feng?"

"Wow!" The boy was angry and struck the top of the girl's head: "Stupid! Venerable Feng is the boss of the young lady." If you want to tell her, it's also the young lady who tells her! We say, isn't it a robbery!"

"Oh~!" The girl pouted stupidly, and listened to the "Brother Gongzi" again: "Don't move, they are all out! Be careful, hide well! Don't be discovered!"

However, it was said that the monks in the front yard had just begun to guide the pilgrims out of the temple, and the ground had stopped moving. Some of the people looked at each other, and since they hadn't finished the incense, they looked at the silence and turned back.

Gesang saw that the movement stopped, and he also wanted to go back to the inner courtyard to have a look, but was stopped by Nilantzdan. He didn't say why, just shook his head slightly.

"Hmph! It's cheaper for you this time! Next time we'll compare! Let's see if you, the prince of the Tang Dynasty, are powerful, or I, the prince of Tubo, are powerful!"

was provoked by Gesang before leaving, Li Bing smiled contemptuously, didn't even bother to respond, and said in his heart: Some ignorant young people are really boring.

Now that they have what they want, the two of them got out of the crowd, trotted all the way, and happily rushed to the "non-pie" mansion, all the way was the atmosphere of the New Year's Festival, and it was very lively. The tension just now was fleeting.

When the two arrived at the non-pie, they were told that Qian Yi and Ying Lan'er had already gone to the West Market to visit the Lantern Festival.

From the period of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, every New Year's Festival in the capital, there are lantern festivals, to the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, the people of Wufu are abundant, the lantern festival time is extended, year by year and the downtown during the day is integrated, all kinds of fresh gadgets, small games, new foodies, new ways to play are overwhelming. Throughout Chinese New Year's Eve to Shangyuan Festival, half a month, the lights are sleepless.

Li Binggang struggled through the crowd, especially when he arrived at the stall, and he almost had to rely on brute force to squeeze in order to get by.

The two were looking for Yinglan'er's figure everywhere, and suddenly, An Zi slapped the back of a child's hand beside Li Bing: "Yo!

The little kid ran away in two steps, grimaced at Yasuko, and disappeared into the crowd.

Li Bing reacted at this time, he was almost raked by a pickpocket, and hurriedly touched his chest, but fortunately, those pills were still there.

"They see that you are well-dressed, you are not very old, and you must have a lot of money. If you go out without an entourage, it's better for someone like you to start. Anzi watched this scene happen, and suddenly thought of her previous life.

"If I hadn't met Brother Bing'er, these two days would have been the most lively days of the year. Everyone's purse is bulging, even if 'one out of ten miles', there are dozens of accounts a day, and the hand is faster, the hundred-year-old money is so much that it can't be loaded, and the pocket will be broken. Hahahaha. ”

Thinking of the happy years I have had, the smile can't help but appear on my face again, and it is itchy for a while.

However, Li Bing protected his chest with one hand, and still had palpitations, if the medicine that took half a day to get was stolen in the downtown area, then there would be no place to reason.

The two of them searched around, and suddenly someone called out to Li Bing, and when he turned around, he said, "Good guy!" In front of a pot throwing stall, three boys in fancy clothes and five or six girls in gauze skirts were huddled together, talking and laughing, all of them were acquaintances.

Li Bing waved at them, and this large group of people was Wei Ze, Ma Xuewen, Ying Lan'er, Song Bailiu, Song Rourou, Qian Yi and a few other girls from Qianhua Xingfang. A few girls are competing with one of them. Only Song Rourou held four puppets in her arms, including a tiger, a rabbit, a pixiu, and a fox.

"Heh! You guys are amazing, I'm not here, they all rushed together!" Li Bing struggled to squeeze around a few people, and the group of people was lively, unconsciously, in a good mood.

We went to look for you in the morning, but your government said that you had gone to the temple to do some errands. This is the New Year, you don't come out to join in the fun, but also go to the temple to pray for blessings, this is not like you. Ma Xuewen said, pulling a girl next to him to his side: "Come, officially introduce, this is what I mentioned to you, my newly married concubine - Qingqing!"

"Qingqing has seen Brother Li Bing, Xuewen has to mention you many times a day, and now I finally see the real person. The slave family is polite" She half-squatted and made a boudoir ceremony, her speech and demeanor are very measured, beautiful and lovely, full of the gentleness and virtue of a small family jasper, such a woman will be liked by the elders if she is allowed to enter the family.

Li Bing saw that her face was shy, and she didn't want to ask any more, so she returned the courtesy. Although he was happy on his face, he didn't know why, but he always felt that this green aura made him feel a little uneasy.

But it's lively at the moment, and I don't bother to think about it, most of them were frightened when I was in Ximing Temple just now, and my mood hasn't calmed down.

He took out the three "water chestnuts" from his arms, exposed half of them, showed them to Qian Yi and Ying Lan'er, and then took them back, and said in a low voice: "The thing is gone!

Qian Yi was happy and was about to take it, but he looked at Li Bing and took his hand back again: "There are many thieves in the West Market, I'll keep it for you first! I'll give it to you later." ”

Qian Yi said yes again and again. Ying Lan'er saw that something was wrong, and said in a low voice: "Look at the way you smile, it must not be coming." Since I just came back from Ximing Temple...... You're so daring!"

Li Binghe smirked, and he didn't say anything for a long time, but Wei Ze and Ma Xuewen had a good heart, anyway, it wasn't the first time they had done this.

Anzi came to Song Rourou's side, helped her take the puppets into her hands one by one, and said, "Where did you get so many puppets!"

Song Rourou let go of her hand, shook her wrist that was already sore, and was asked by Anzi like this, she couldn't help laughing, turned her back to Wei Ze, and whispered: "We were in the ring next to me just now, I want this rabbit, my eldest brother and Brother Wei Ze said to give me the ring, but the copper money was spent more than ten times, and I tried a hundred times, although I set three others, the edge of this rabbit was not scratched." It was Brother Ma Xuewen who made a move, and he was caught in one fell swoop. Hahahaha, I'm laughing to death!"

Wei Ze stood behind her: "Eh, eh, eh! We all heard it! Brothers, you took the trouble to give you gifts, not only did you not thank you, but you also laughed at us behind our backs, Brother Song, you don't care!"

"Hahahahaha

The so-called quiet years are good, probably like this.

A group of people laughed and laughed, and a member of the royal palace suddenly ran from a distance and came to Li Bing: "Your Highness, the princess asked you to go back." Said it was someone from the palace!"