One hundred and thirty-fifth see also the east of the city of White Maro

Two white horses spread their hooves and ran, and on the white horses sat a pair of men and women who were also plain white, even if they passed through the mountains and streams, the white robes as white as snow were still not stained with a trace of dust, and the beautiful faces, unparalleled temperament, and the fluttering clothes and belts set off them even more like ordinary people.

White Horse Temple is located in the east of Luoyang City 30 miles, Kyushu land Buddhism ancestral garden, for the world's first ancient temple, on the origin and even Shaolin Temple are much inferior, just Fang today under the martial arts, White Horse Temple is to Buddhism preaching, so the reputation is not as good as Shaolin.

If you don't go to the White Horse Temple, you can't say that you have been to Luoyang, the White Horse Temple is a thousand-year-old temple, the red bricks and tiles, the antique color, the path winds and stretches, the pavilions and small pavilions in the distance are scattered, and the flowing water is murmuring in the near place.

Xia Xuehan and Nanmengying stood in front of the temple, meditating and thinking, and a white horse galloped in their hearts, and they faintly heard the neighing of the war horse in their ears, which was a voice from ancient times, clearly the ancient court of Buddhism, but faintly there was an endless slaughter that only had the battlefield.

The Three Kingdoms War is imminent, the White Horse Temple has no longer the incense of the past, most of the monks have left the temple to make a living, and the nearby people have also fled from their hometowns, but after all, it is a thousand-year-old temple, and there are still sparse believers who worship Buddha and burn incense in the temple.

Those pious worshippers have a heart of awe hidden under the body, looking for their past lives among the Buddhas, the White Horse Temple does not know how many lives have been spent in the sea of suffering, but I don't know if the only remaining incense in this temple can be saved in this war.

Through the four halls of the Great King Palace, the Heavenly King Palace, the Receiving Palace, and the Pilu Palace, through the pavilions and pavilions, and across the small bridge and flowing water, Xia Xuehan and Nanmengying came to the tower behind the temple.

Thousands of Tallinn buried one after another Buddha, they or the Dharma is profound, or hanging pots to help the world, or saving people from fire and water, or pious worship of the Buddha, none of them are vulgar, Tallinn is undoubtedly the most sacred place in a temple.

The legend of the Sakyamuni relics pagoda is buried with the relics of the ancestor of Buddhism Shakyamuni, its authenticity has not been examined, here perennial sitting in the temple is a virtuous and respected monk, here the bitter understanding of Zen theory, the Shakya relics pagoda is majestic and tall, but the weather is solemn and quiet.

This ancient pagoda seems to have a great compassionate desire to transform the world, standing in front of it, completely infected by the Buddha's compassion, and letting go of killing and strife in his heart, light and empty.

"Amitabha, the donor is finally here!"

A withered old monk in front of the pagoda saw Xia Xuehan and Nanmengying coming together, put his palms together and bowed, and said slowly.

The old monk has long been unable to tell his age, but he has passed his old age, his face is full of wrinkles, only a skin is left, even his eyebrows are snow-white, and a monk's robe hanging on his body is covered with dust and leaves, and he has not moved for a long time.

The old monk's breath is completely gone, as if he is integrated with this thousands of Tallinns, if it is not for a sentence and an action just now, ordinary people will not be able to find that there is another person here.

"The Zen master knows that the snow cold is coming!"

Xia Xuehan and the others gave a salute and asked respectfully, although he does not worship the Buddha, how can he have a solemn heart in the holy land of Buddhism, after all, people respect one foot and I am one foot.

"Since the donor came with the concubine when he was a child, I knew that the donor would definitely come back, but I didn't expect that this wait would be more than ten years, so long that sometimes the old man forgot who he was waiting for. The old monk's voice was very small, and his eyes were only open one slit, which made people worry about whether he would suddenly die.

Xia Xuehan naturally knew how many masters there were in the world, so he didn't dare to be abrupt, so he gave another salute and said: "Xue Han brought Neiko to your temple today to burn incense and petition, thinking of the young man and feeling nostalgic, don't take the liberty to disturb the master's cultivation, please forgive me!"

The old monk is not happy or sad, maybe his cultivation has already reached the realm of not being moved by external objects, or maybe he has been in retreat for many years, and he has long understood sadness and joy, so he only nodded slightly, and said: "Amitabha, the old monk has not seen the living for more than ten years, and today I have to see the two donors like natural people, and my heart is very happy, even if I am dead and turn into a Tao, I can go away with a smile!"

The old monk's slightly squinted eyes suddenly trembled slightly, and the palms on his chest trembled slightly, his eyes widened a little, staring at Nan Mengying beside Xia Xuehan, and he didn't shy away from anything, seeing Nan Mengying uncomfortable, as if there were thousands of ants crawling.

"Master, is there anything wrong?" Xia Xuehan asked softly.

The old monk sighed, shook his already stiff neck, and said after a long time: "Good is the beginning, but the end is not seen, the red dust is rolling, goodbye is sad." ”

"Master, what do you mean by this?" Although Xia Xuehan was extremely smart, this abrupt sentence still made him scratch his head.

"Don't say, don't say, Amitabha, go, go!" The old monk glanced at Nan Mengying one last time, sighed again, closed his cloudy eyes, and stopped talking.

Xia Xuehan knew that he couldn't ask anything, so he gave a salute to the old monk and left with Nan Mengying, but his ears always echoed the old monk's sixteen-character proverbs, he was highly respected, naturally he would not talk nonsense, and there was no reason to talk nonsense to himself, although he couldn't understand it, but there was a faint trace of uneasiness in his heart.

Good at the beginning, not to see the end, the red dust is rolling, goodbye is sad.

Xia Xuehan didn't speak all the way, and let Nan Mengying lead him around, during which Nan Mengying called him many times but didn't react, causing a certain Mengying to reward him with countless big eyes.

"Oh, this is for you!" Nan Mengying handed Xia Xuehan a yellow paper wrapped talisman, and Xia Xuehan still had a small emotion on her face that did not respond to her.

"What is this?" Xia Xuehan took it and looked through it, but didn't find anything special.

"This is the peace charm I asked you from the temple, you are on the battlefield all day long, and I can only rest assured that the Buddha blesses me!" Nan Mengying said with a little pride, his face full of happiness and satisfaction.

Xia Xuehan smiled, her heart warmed, this stupid girl, always thinking about herself, suddenly her eyes fell on another peace charm in her hand, and asked, "Why is there another one!"

Nan Mengying glanced at him again, her finger lightly poked at Xia Xuehan's head, and said helplessly: "Just thinking about yourself, there is a little princess at home, this is for Xin'er, I will keep it for her first, and then give it to the little guy when I return to Jinling." ”

"What about yours?" Xia Xuehan looked at it carefully, but did not find the third peace charm.

Nan Mengying smiled and took his hand, and said with a smile: "Ouch, what kind of peace charm do I want, as long as you two are happy, I will be happy, and your peace is the happiest thing for me!"

"Fool, you stupid girl, stupid girl with no heart and lungs!" Xia Xuehan couldn't hold back anymore, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her tightly, this stupid girl always thought about him and his daughter, never cared about herself, and was always so stupid that it was so easy to be moved.

"What are you doing? This is a Buddhist holy place, it's all big monks and small monks, what if we show it like this, what if they break their vows?" Nan Mengying didn't struggle, listening to Xia Xuehan's heartbeat, lying in his warm and wide arms, feeling very safe, and he was not afraid of anything at this moment.

In April, Huaxia and Liao raised a total of 700,000 troops and camped twenty miles outside Luoyang City.

On the tenth day of the first month of April, Xia Xuehan and Yun Yifan personally led the army, and the troops came to Luoyang City, and Xia Lang rode out of the city to meet.

Black, white, and purple robes of different colors covered the three equally amazing and brilliant Gaidai boys, standing in front of Luoyang City like this, at this moment, the brilliance of the heavens, the earth, the sun and the moon were all occupied by these three people, even if the three kingdoms and millions of troops were here, there was no dazzling brilliance of the three people.

"Changbai misses me very much, but I don't have to visit him in person because of the heavy state affairs, and I don't want the second brother to come to the door in person today, which makes me a little shocked!" Xia Lang's evil eyes flashed with an unpredictable light, even Xia Xuehan and Yun Yifan couldn't see through his thoughts at this moment.

Yun Yifan was as graceful and noble as ever, domineering, but glanced at Xia Lang obliquely, and said: "Now that the three armies are sending out together, the soldiers are coming to the city, and they still say these hypocritical words that three-year-old children don't believe, is it interesting?

A simple sentence made Xia Lang's polite words go down the drain, Xia Lang seemed to be accustomed to the temper of the rival of life and death, and said: "Our three countries do not have many great enmities, what caused the war is only our personal grudge, why don't you put down the soldiers and talk about it, I believe that the two of you are not willing to make the world miserable, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains will flow into a river of blood!"

The meaning of please and peace in Xia Lang's words was already very clear, and it was impossible not to hear it with Xia Xuehan and Yun Yifan's ingenuity, but there were not many waves on their faces.

Yun Yifan smiled contemptuously and said, "I have already occupied half of your country, and I don't think it is too difficult to take the remaining half, so why should I keep you as a disaster?"

Yun Yifan's words also left room for himself, and at the same time gave Xia Lang a chance, he was waiting for Xia Lang to open the conditions, the three here are all extremely smart people, and they know the meaning of the strings and songs, so they naturally heard the meaning of Yun Yifan's words.

Xia Lang smiled slightly, and the evil smile looked at the two people on the other side of the two people who were stunned, and said: "The two Great Xia are already dependent on each other, and the second brother is smart and world-famous, don't you know that the lips are dead and the teeth are cold, once the Great Xia is destroyed, the two brothers will also have a battle in the future."

At that time, the national strength of the two countries was equal, and if they wanted to destroy the other country, not to mention how long it would take, even the dead people probably could not be counted in terms of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

In my humble opinion, why not unite with me to weaken or even destroy another country, and then I am willing to become a vassal, if I am willing to give me a reward for a piece of wild wilderness as a territory after dominating the mountains and rivers, I will be grateful, if I am worried about making trouble, I will naturally be happy to be idle if I am afraid of making trouble, and I will be happy to live forever as a concubine, what does the Emperor of Heaven want?"

Although Sharon did not explicitly say which country he wanted to unite with to destroy the other, the intimacy in his words had already been revealed, and what he said was not unreasonable, and it was even something that the two had to consider.

If the Xia Kingdom is destroyed and the three-legged pattern is broken, there will be a battle between Huaxia and Daliao, and when the two tigers fight, they will desperately destroy a country, and they will pay an unimaginable price, and even decline for hundreds of years.

Only at the level of the three of them do they know how terrible the other party is, the strength on the surface is at least equal, and no one knows how deep the background is in the secret.

is like Xia Lang, although he has lost half of the country, Xia Xuehan and Yun Yifan have never despised him, because they can never guess what other background he has and has not used.

Xia Xuehan, who had been silent, also spoke: "The Western Emperor is trying to win over my allies in front of me, and this corner is a bit too much." ”

"Where, Nanxian has wronged me, I am just analyzing the general trend of the world for the two brothers, but I don't have any selfishness. Xia Lang smiled, his face was not red and his heart was not beating when he said this, and I don't know if the two of them scolded him shamelessly in their hearts.

"Yes, since the Western Emperor has no selfish intentions, it is for the people of the world to suffer less from the scourge of war, even so, it is better to open the city pass, offer the jade seal, Xue Han has no intention of fame, and when the three-legged momentum is over, he should return to the field with his ** young son Xiao Ran Mountains and Forests, and it doesn't hurt to give the world to the Emperor of Heaven!" Xia Xuehan seized the loophole in Xia Lang's words and took advantage of the situation to pursue.

However, Xia Xuehan's sentence of "**" made Yun Yifan at a loss, at that time, did he really win the world, but Xia Xuehan got her?

Would you like it or not?

Xia Lang is so shrewd, he seemed to see through Yun Yifan's heart at a glance, and said with a smile: "Although Nanxian's words are righteous and awe-inspiring, but who can clean himself and love himself in front of the throne, and when he can wait for this world, why can't he hold a beauty." ”

The last sentence is clearly for Yun Yifan, why worry about not getting what he wants, Xia Xuehan also felt the seriousness of the matter, if Yun Yifan and Xia Lang join forces, then the disaster of Great Xia today will happen tomorrow in the land of China.

"Neizi was once the golden branch of Da Liao, Xue Han and Da Liao are an alliance of in-laws, that day the West Emperor on the top of Changbai Mountain was rude to Neizi, did he also brush the face of the Emperor of Heaven?"

I don't know if Xia Xuehan was intentional or unintentional, he mentioned Nan Mengying, and even mentioned that Nan Mengying on the top of Changbai Mountain was attacked by Xia Lang and was seriously injured and dying, Yun Yifan's confused and tangled eyes finally became clear, and there was a dignified murderous aura.

"The Western Emperor returns, since I have formed an alliance with Huaxia, I must not violate it, as for how to have my own providence in the future, but the Western Emperor once injured the princess left by the previous emperor, it is an enemy with me, and there is only one battle, until death!"

It doesn't matter if you take away my country, bury me and never recover, but you can't hurt her, if you hurt her at all, you will spend all your time to get her back.

Seeing that the black shadow was gone, Xia Lang knew that the Great Xia Dynasty was over, and the last chance was gone, and he finally understood the variables in Lone Star's cold mouth.

"The Western Emperor's plan seems to have failed, you can't figure out his heart after all!" Xia Xuehan also turned his head to look at Yun Yifan's departing back, and there was a hint of pride in his words.

"When it comes to treacherous and cunning, I am far worse than the sanctimonious Nanxian, in order to win over Yun Yifan, I pulled my wife in, and I really made the best use of everything and made the best use of talents!" Xia Lang sneered, but the depression in his heart became heavier and heavier.

"The Western Emperor is too worried, hurry back to the city to prepare for the battle, the Emperor and I are going to attack the city!" Xia Xuehan deliberately said the last sentence loudly, and then slapped the horse and left, not forgetting to be angry with Xia Lang before leaving.

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