After Wen Dou shook his head and pondered, he found that Master Suo Cuo had quietly left the private room and disappeared. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The style of these weirdos has never been unpredictable, Wen Dou pushed open the window, the hustle and bustle downstairs is still the same, and the lanterns are still hanging high in the surrounding wine shops and song buildings.

At this moment, it is time to come, and the lights are still bright in Xiajing, and the situation of heaven on earth.

At this time, the city gate division of the inner imperial city had just begun to close the inner city gate according to the column.

This closed door is only to comply with the ancestral system, as a kind of closed-door ceremony on the situation, the small doors on both sides are open all the year round, since Emperor Qing ascended the throne, many ancestral systems have been changed beyond recognition, all because Emperor Qing is extremely confident, in addition to opening up the territory to dominate the world, he regards other old rites and old systems as fetters, Emperor Qing does not even live in the palace permanently, and the border of the horse is happy all year round.

When the throne was passed to the Qingdi Dynasty, the style was even more unrestrained, the old curfew of the previous dynasty was abolished, and the outer city gate was never closed, and the four capitals in the outer city could move freely regardless of the officials and people.

With such open laws and decades of prosperity, the outer castle of Kyoto has become a heavenly paradise that never sleeps.

With the closure of the four gates of the Inner Imperial City, the hustle and bustle of the outer city seemed to be gradually blocked, and the Inner Imperial City fell silent, and the night fog began to fill, which gave it a bit of a taste of night.

In the southeast corner of the Inner Imperial City, at the former site of the various ministries, there was no light in the courtyard of the Qintian Prison, and there was no moon tonight, and the night on the high platform was so thick that it seemed to melt down.

There is an observatory in the middle of the courtyard, and the night fog on the observatory seems to be torn apart by a gust of wind, and the surroundings are in vain, revealing a figure sitting cross-legged in the middle of the observatory.

This figure is petite, dressed in black, with no hair on his head, and it is the little bald head that Ding Li saw just now.

"Huh?" the little bald head raised his head violently, and the sockets of his wide open eyes were pitch black, darker than the night, and what was even more strange was that the whites of his eyes didn't seem to show even half of them.

Without pupils, I don't know where his eyes land, maybe they fall on places that mortals can't reach, the little bald head slowly stood up, waved his sleeves, and the fog that was blown away just now came back again.

The observatory was once again hidden in the thick fog, and suddenly seemed to float in mid-air, and there was a little fire fluttering on the narrow staircase leading to the observatory on the ground, and an old man in black carried a small lantern and walked slowly up.

The little red dot gradually ascended to the star platform and disappeared into the fog, and then the hoarse and dry voice of the old man faintly came from the fog: "Master, you summoned me?"

"Those old bald donkeys are restless, and they have wiped a mark on me, you go to Shitan Temple and ask a word. "The little bald head in the night fog is a little floating.

"I'll go now, what if they don't answer?"

"You take Shiro with you. ”

"Good. The master asked him to bring Shiro, the attitude was already very clear, Lao Suo answered softly, and the lantern began to swaying in the fog again, and slowly walked back to the ground with the thick night fog that flowed downward, and disappeared into a wooden building, and soon the small lantern appeared again and slowly moved to the outer courtyard of Qintian Prison.

The imperial city guard on duty in the carriage was awakened, and there was a burst of human voices and neighing, and the three horses rushed out and headed west.

There is a Pure Land in the west, a Buddhist temple in the west, and a Ishitanji Temple in the west of Kyoto.

Shitan Temple is located in the western suburbs of Zuojing Tianmen Mountain halfway mountainside, the green forest is leaning around, the temple is surrounded by mountains and ponds with strange stones, although the temple is big, but the road is full of small roads, people do not walk much, and the horse walks more difficult.

The mountain gate of the temple is a piece of falling, and the stele on the side of the road is also blurred by the years.

The huge temple was sleeping, the moonlight was dusty, the wooden surface of the main gate of the temple had been painted, and Lao Suo stepped forward and raised his hand and gently printed a palm on the door.

This palm touched lightly, the wooden door was still there, unmoving, but the bronze bell of the Daxiong Treasure Hall in the temple buzzed and rang, and the low sound of the copper bell echoed in the mountains for a long time.

The bell rang a little suddenly, and although the sound was dull, it seemed to be shaking in the ears, startling the two Imperial City Guards behind Lao Suo to take two steps back.

Lao Suo turned around and waved his hand: "You go back to the foot of the mountain first, and I'll ask a word and I'll go back." ”

The duty of the imperial city guard is to obey the order, control the horse and go down the mountain neatly.

The bell is still reverberating in a deep voice, the sound has been so low that it is almost inaudible, this bell ringing, the Shitan Temple to wake up, the lights and candles of each hall gradually lit up, a few moments later, the mottled mountain gate finally opened, several monks chanting Buddha hurriedly appeared.

"Anitabha Buddha...... The donor came to the temple in the middle of the night...... Fu Bo?" the monk in the middle didn't finish his speech, and found that the person who came was not good.

"Miaozheng, don't you want to be at home today? Lao Suo glanced at everyone, a little regretful, the monk who greeted the door was not enough.

Monk Miaozheng clasped his hands together and replied cautiously: "Master Wuxin has wandered away, and it is not clear where he is. The mountain gate of Jiangnan Zhengjue Temple was completed, the great monk went to Jiangnan to preside over the consecration ceremony, just not at home, and the temple is temporarily presided over by the small monk...... May I ask what Fauber is doing here? ”

"Are you in charge?Is there an elder in the temple, I'm afraid you can't afford it. Fauber put his hands behind his back and looked directly at Miaozheng.

As soon as these words came out, Miao Zheng knew that it was not good, and bowed his head and told Xiao Shami to invite the elder Yuanjie to come over, although the elder Yuanjie ignored the temple affairs and concentrated on cultivation, but the elders in the temple were all out, and only the Yuanjie elder was the most respected in terms of seniority, and he could barely speak to him.

Xiao Shami lowered his head, and then looked up at Fu Bo, Fu Bo's black and seeping eyes made him so uncomfortable, Xiao Shami may have been worshipping the audience pilgrims for too long, and at this moment he was excited by Fu Bo's full of anger, and said bluntly: "Senior brother, the person who came is not good, do you want to call the eighteen precept monks." ”

"Warning, go quickly. Miao Zheng shook his head again and again, urging the little novice to leave quickly, and then turned back and explained: "Amitabha, the little junior brother has never stepped out of Tianmen Mountain, so the chaos has not opened the words casually. ”

Fu Bo laughed, stretched out ten fingers like withered vines and said: "Miaozheng, you have been practicing Buddhism for many years, and your knowledge is not as good as a little child, the old man is not here to talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality with you bald donkeys, the old man has seen thousands of people's hearts, and he hates you bald donkeys the most, and often deceives people everywhere without a word, and points to the other party as a demon when he disagrees, what a thing." You obviously hate the old man in your heart, but you just put on a respectful appearance, which is the most hypocritical. ”

This direct and explicit humiliation and threat, so angry that the blue tendons on Miaozheng's forehead jumped, this Fu Bo clearly came to the door to slap his face.

Miao Zheng really couldn't understand why Master Wuxin and the great monk had told him to insult that little national teacher like this.

With the status of Shitan Temple in Buddhism, who does it need to be courteous?

To be able to enter the Shitan Temple to practice, Miao Zheng is very proud. Shitan Temple is the source of Kyoto Buddhist Temple, with a long history and respected status, and the Wuxin Master is also a noble monk, and is highly respected by the Buddhists in Qingguo.

In recent years, the frequent pujas of various sects of Buddhism, the number of congregations has risen sharply, coupled with the frequent transmission of eminent monks in various places, which has set off a tide of believers worshipping Buddha several times, and it is obvious that the prosperity of Buddhism is coming.

What Miao Zheng can't understand is that the status of Shitan Temple is so transcendent, Kyoto is the capital of Qingguo, this world is obviously the prosperous era of Buddhism, and the most correct way for Shitan Temple under this prosperous era is to open the Dharma to promote Buddhism and accept believers.

However, under the tide of this prosperous era, Shitan Temple has uncharacteristically suppressed the flourishing trend of the temples in Kyoto, and also strictly ordered the Shitan Temple to not walk in Kyoto above the wonderful characters, so for decades, under the strong suppression of the elders such as Master Wuxin, Shengsheng pressed more than 100 temples in Kyoto into a broken door that could only close the door and chant the Buddha, forcing the monks of these temples to go scattered, which made the young generation of monks who had just entered Shitan Temple like Miaozheng, and wanted to make a great difference The younger generation of monks were depressed.

Why should this Buddhism be so aggrieved? Miao Zheng thought of the bitter days in the past when he was full of wealth but could not go out to teach the Dharma, and he couldn't help but feel irritable.

Fu Bo has lived for a long time, everyone has seen it, Miao Zheng's eyebrows moved slightly and Fu Bo saw it through, Fu Bo Senran smiled: "Dissatisfied? It's best not to be convinced, the old man is most afraid of reasoning...... I haven't tasted the blood of a monk for a long time, and I miss it very much. ”