Menacing, castration instigating.

A good show has come to an end in just a few words, which makes people's hearts empty.

Who can see that it was just a small warning from Kyoto Chang'an to the green shirt.

Otherwise, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, even if the prestige of a green shirt still exists, how can the real dragon be jealous?

The blue and white jade wisps are leisurely gone, and the BMW Xuan flower is like a lost dog in the silent sigh and also goes away, and the sun can always reflect the coolness when inadvertently, which is the coolness of the wind and rain. Although the cool sound is gradually warmed by the temperature, there is still a cold that cannot be dispersed between the words. Perhaps it is the unknown hidden by that name, which is really difficult to guess.

"This son has great wisdom, and it is not easy to frighten. ”

"It's a long time coming, don't rush for a while, as long as he's in Kyoto, there will always be a chance to catch him. ”

"That's not what the Holy One meant. ”

This is the mind of the Holy One. ”

“......”

80 million miles of the Tang Dynasty, the supreme city, only Kyoto Chang'an.

Smoke willow painting bridge, pavilion and pavilion, carved jade building, jagged countless palaces.

Even during the lockdown, the prosperity of Chang'an is incomparable elsewhere. In addition to the vicinity of Bishui and the three Dharma Fields, which have been a little depressed recently, shops, restaurants, and markets in the four cities of Chang'an have been operating as usual, and pedestrians are laughing and making noise. The slightly fishy smell in the wind could not stop people's fiery mood, and the shouting and selling came one after another, and the stalls along the street were crowded. In it, you will not feel the wind and rain outside, and in the face of colorful people and things, you will even think that the Tang Dynasty should be like this.

Chang'an south, southeast.

Surrounded by mountains and rivers, more than 30 miles, the sound of hitting bells and drums can be heard from time to time. Passers-by are peaceful, the scenery is peaceful, and there is no impatience in the hustle and bustle, so it is quite incompatible with the prosperous atmosphere of Chang'an. Just because there is one of the most famous temples in the territory of the Tang Dynasty...

Daxiangguoji Temple.

Heavy eaves rest mountain, layer upon layer of bucket arches, covering yellow and green glazed tiles. The temple has three doors to open the southwest and north, the main temple halls such as the king, the master, the octagonal glaze, the scripture building, etc., are neatly arranged along the axis from south to north. The east and west attics and corridors on both sides of the hall stand opposite each other one by one, surrounded by verandahs, covered with glazed tiles, and the wings and corners are all suspended with bells, which are solemn and luxurious at the same time. The center of the temple is the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the length and width are hundreds of zhang and the height is more than 70 zhang, the glazed tiles of gold and splendor, the vermilion wall, the towering gatehouse are all carved with exquisite patterns such as the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, dragons and phoenixes, flowers and clouds, etc., the momentum is very magnificent.

"Royal ~"

The yellow dust is slightly lighter, and the rut marks stop painting.

The horse's hooves are lightly trampled, and the curtains are looking around.

Huang Hude rode the blue and white jade carving, went around several intersections, and came to the west gate of the Great Xiangguo Temple to stop. The coachman dismounted and talked to the monk guarding the door, and in the process of talking, the monk's face became a little strange, as if he was surprised and tired, but in the end he reluctantly nodded his head and led the two people who came down from the carriage into the temple...

Enter the temple.

Along the way, there was no words, and the atmosphere seemed awkward.

It is not difficult to see that the warrior monk who led the way was quite prejudiced against the two behind him. As for where the stereotypes come from, it's really unclear, after all, it's not easy for people to open up and ask if they don't say it.

The three of them hurried, and after walking for nearly two moments, they walked from the west gate to the backyard of the Great Xiangguo Temple.

Like other temples, the front yard of Daexiangkokuji Temple is a temple dedicated to the gods and Buddhas, and most of them are pilgrims. The inner courtyard is used by the monks in the temple for practice, and morning classes, meditation and meditation are all carried out here. The backyard is a resting place for monks, laymen and others. Since it was nearly dusk when the warrior monk led the two to the backyard, there were already many people gathered in the backyard, most of them were monks, and there were also many young people of the same age as the comers. They meditated under the maple tree, played chess in pairs, or strolled through the paths with their hands on their hands, all quietly doing their own things. Only when you come and go, you don't glance at it.

After turning two more alleys, the warrior monk led Xia Xun and Mo Xian to an independent courtyard gate, and finally stopped.

The warrior monk clasped his hands together, turned around, and said to Xia Xun and the two: "This is the residence of the two donors, you can make it convenient for yourself, and please rest for the donors." Buddhism is quiet, not to be noisy, not to kill and drink, please forgive me. Amitabha, good, good. ”

"Uh..."

There was something very wrong with the words of the warrior monk. It feels as if they have decided that Xia Xun and Mo Xian are here to make trouble, which makes people speechless.

Xia Xun still politely returned the salute: "Thank you Master for guiding the way, the kid must follow it." ”

After Xia Xun finished speaking, the warrior monk nodded rather coldly, and then left slowly. Xia Xun was even more puzzled when he saw this, but he couldn't understand the situation all of a sudden, and took it for granted that this monk's personality was like this, but he didn't like to come into contact with the living, so he didn't think about it deeply.

"Sasha..."

After the monk left, Xia Xun took a few steps back and looked carefully at the independent courtyard in front of him again.

I couldn't help but feel a few more doubts...

This courtyard is not small, the width of the outer wall alone is at least ten zhang, and you can see the exposed roofs of three small buildings as far as the eye can see, if you calculate according to this, the depth of this garden must be at least ten zhang long. Such a large courtyard is only for a few people to live in, even if the family background of Daxiangguo Temple is rich, it is too wasteful. At this time, there were people in the courtyard, and Xia Xun's divine sense could feel it, so he didn't plan to calculate it by himself, and after changing his eyes tacitly with Mo Xian, he stepped forward and picked up the door handle made of fine iron and knocked on the courtyard door.

"Duh..."

"It's coming. ”

There was two knocks on the door, and there was an answer from behind the door.

It didn't take long for the courtyard door to be opened from the inside.

"Amitabha, Lord Xia and Lord Mo, you are here. ”

"Hello little master. ”

It was none other than the big disciple of Master Sanzang, the little monk Muna named Wukong.

Xia Xun casually clenched his fists and cushioned it, and said with a light smile: "I don't want to be two days late, I didn't let you wait for a long time, right?"

"I didn't have to wait long, let's talk about it first. ”

"Good. ”

The little monk opened the door panels on both sides and led Xia Xun and Mo Xian into the courtyard.

The scene in the courtyard is similar to what Xia Xun guessed. Width of more than ten zhang, length of dozens of zhang, three small buildings into an inverted concave, the middle is a small courtyard, built with rockery water pool, creek pavilion, very delicate. The only thing that spoils the scenery is that there are actually three large earthen stoves on the lawn next to the pavilion, and the newly bright charcoal in the stove is estimated to have only been used for a short time, and there is still a strong smell of wine and meat.

In Xia Xun's heart, there was a faint sense of foreboding.

"Little master, why are you the only one here?"

After crossing the courtyard, entering the small building, and sitting down on the Hongxuan wooden table at will, Xia Xun asked suspiciously.

The little monk didn't answer immediately, he skillfully took out a pot of tea from the cabinet, grabbed a spoonful and put it into the purple sand teapot, then poured in water and then covered the teapot lid and carefully placed it on the stove. After a series of things were done, he folded his hands, turned his face to Xia Xun in a childish and serious tone, and replied: "It has been seven days since the master presided over the abbot and the elders of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and the Daxiangguo Temple for the souls of the dead. ”

"Oh, the mage is merciful. ”

Xia Xun probably understands the reason, the soul of the Daxiangguo Temple is now overdue, and it is nothing more than the officials who have been beheaded and confiscated in the past few days since the closure of Kyoto. Thinking of this, Xia Xun couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable in his heart, after all, everything was caused by him, and he had an inescapable relationship.

After thinking about it, Xia Xun asked again, "What about my cousin and the little master of Bajie, where did they go?"

"Amitabha, they should be in the Drunken Immortal Tower at this time. ”

"Drunken Immortal Building?" Xia Xun was puzzled: "What are they going to do there?"

"It's supposed to be dice. ”

"Well, it's gambling money, right?"

"It should be. ”

Xia Xun frowned slightly: "Where did he get the silver? It can't be gambling with the little master of Bajie, right?"

"Amitabha, the brother's coil has been lost on the way to come. ”

"This..."

Xia Xun was speechless for a moment.

This cousin of mine is good at everything, but he is good at gambling, and this bad habit is a headache. Xia Xun had tried various means to dissuade him many times, but in the end he could not make him restrain himself. It's just that I never thought that this time I had only walked away for more than ten days, and he actually became addicted to gambling, and even took a monk's money to gamble.

How can this be embarrassing?

"Huh. ”

Helplessly, Xia Xun looked at Mo Xian with an almost bitter melon-like expression, Mo Xian immediately turned his face and moved his gaze to the door, directly ignoring Xia Xun's request for help. In desperation, Xia Xun had no choice but to stand up, bend over with fists in both hands, and smile bitterly: "My cousin is addicted to gambling, and his bad habits are difficult to change, I never thought that I would still cause trouble to the little master, I'm really sorry, I'm sorry." The money owed to you, we will definitely return the original amount when we go back to Yueyang, and ask the little master to bear with me. ”

"Amitabha, Lord Xia is too worried. ”

The little monk stretched out a hand to hold Xia Xun's fist: "Non-realm purification, illegal purification, money is external to the body." The Eight Commandments are just carried with him in case of relief from time to time, and Lord Xia does not have to worry about this. ”

Seeing that the little monk said this, Xia Xun went down the steps: "The little master is magnanimous...", but as he spoke, he suddenly seemed to remember something: "By the way, the little master of Bajie has lost all his entanglements, and the silver he still brought?

"Bai Xiu, are you talking about the female benefactor who took us into the city?"

"Yes, just her. ”

"Oh, that shouldn't be. The little monk once heard his junior brother complain that the female benefactor's monthly salary was also lost by the Xiahou donor a few days ago. ”

"Uh..."

Shameful like a waterfall.

Xia Xun didn't know how to talk about Xiahou's virtue, whether it was bad gambling or bad luck, he had never seen him win money, and he didn't know where the addiction came from: "Since there is no silver, why do they still go to the Drunken Immortal Building?"

"They have silver. ”

"Where did you come from?"

"It's not. ”

"Whew..."

White smoke rose from the teapot of boiling water, and the little monk carefully picked up the teapot and poured tea for the three teak teacups on the tea tray on the table, and replied: "A few days ago, there were many friends of the Xiahou donor in the temple, and the accent should come from your hometown, and the little monk is inconvenient to ask more questions, but it can be seen that they are very hospitable and lively, so the little monk guesses that what is spent at this time should be their silver." ”

"Uh, hospitable, lively?"

The old little monk spoke to the point, but Xia Xun heard the implication as soon as he heard it, combined with the words and attitude of the warrior monk who led the way when he came, this so-called hospitality and liveliness may not be as simple as the little monk said. At least, certainly not the usual hospitality and liveliness, otherwise...

"So you're being assigned to this big courtyard?"

"That's right. ”

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