"What are you looking for?"

It is rare to encounter a sunny weather, since the Canglan Army marched eastward, this road has been a lot better, and one foot into the territory of the Buddha country, the so-called Pure Land of Brahman, really made the hearts of the soldiers of the whole army a little more comfortable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Crying and laughing, he looked at Haoqing rummaging in his handsome tent, looking west, Liu Chen reluctantly threw away the ruler in his hand, walked to the brazier with a pot of hot tea and sat down and said, "Be careful, don't confuse all those materials......"

"Don't mind!" After a weird smile, Haoqing raised his head and replied with a complaining mouth: "When I was in Cangshan and Erhai, Xiaoxi emptied my wine cellar, I really don't believe that except for the batch that honors the Sword God, you didn't keep any private goods!"

"It's not all you asked for!" Rolling his eyes, when Ji Huan and Liu Mo joined the army of rummaging for fine wine, Liu Chen really didn't bother to care about any information or not, "Good wine, you don't have it hidden in the ring, you want to put it under the bed as if you were offering a treasure...... If you don't take yours, who will you take?"

"Hey!" straightened up, Haoqing wiped a handful of fine sweat on his forehead, and then sneered at Liu Chen, who was there with the old god, and said: "You still don't admit that you don't understand wine, putting it in the ring and putting it outside are two concepts, okay...... There is no ventilation in the ring, and if you put food and drink in it, you will lose its original taste!"

"That's it!" Hearing Haoqing's explanation, Liu Chen's face became very weird, and after a long time, he shook his head and waved his hand with a wry smile: "Okay, okay, don't turn it over, it's all here......"

When Liu Chen's Sumeru ring flashed with fluorescenity, there were more rows of neatly stacked wine bottles by the brazier in an instant, and everyone looked stunned, and in a blink of an eye, they flocked to it.

"I said you...... It's really in the ring!" While gulping down the cravings in his stomach, Haoqing was a little sad and had some liver pain, "Tyrannical things!"

"Don't talk nonsense, if you want to drink it quickly, when you get to Thunder City, you are not allowed to disturb other people's Qing Xiu!"

Ignoring Liu Chen's admonition, after Liu Mo poured half a pot of fruit wine, Ang walked to the door of the handsome tent, and commanded the soldiers guarding the door: "You, go and tell the logistics battalion to get a table of meat, hurry up...... Besides, hurry up and call the two general staff over, it's too late and there's no chance!"

"Yes, General!"

"Slow!" shouted to stop the footsteps of the soldiers who were about to go away, Liu Chen pointed to the wine bottle under his feet and said: "Give the commanders and staff officers of each battalion a bottle, in addition, let the Huotou Army roast more meat, and send it to them, tonight, the whole army will have more food and meat...... Got it?"

"Yes, my lord!"

......

Many years ago, Liu Chen came to this place, and that day, it was also a blue sky.

The mottling of the city gate, as well as the moss of the old bricks, make people unable to see through the years, and they can't tell the Qing Dynasty from the eve.

Standing outside the city gate, Liu Chen hesitated several times, and sighed in his heart...... In the end, he still had his legs between the horse's belly, and the sound of the kick carried him through the familiar wall.

Perhaps it was the heavy snow for a period of time, so that this not wide old street, in the clear sky still looks a little wet, the pedestrians on both sides of the street stopped to look up, looking at Liu Chen with a smile on their faces, and waited until the bright red Canglan King Flag approached, and the piety on people's faces became more and more sacred.

Such a scene, unlike all the places that Liu Chen has walked before, there is no pot pulp here, and there is no enthusiasm, the peace of the believers in the Buddhist country, that is engraved in the deepest part of their souls, when the evening bell of the Thousand Buddha Mountain ripples in every inch of Jinzhou, when the Sanskrit song of the Great Compassion Temple resounded through the sunset and moonrise of the continuous rivers and mountains...... The compassion of the Buddhas has become the most stinging afterglow in the era of the end of the Dharma.

"This is Qilixiang!"

Walking beside Liu Chen, Uncle Ban Ziming reached out with awe and picked up the rain of flowers floating in the sky, those petals, like the holiness that came down from the lonely mountain, and just like the vitality of spring, warmed the winter of the entire north.

"Yes!" Liu Chen waved at the crowd on the corner of the street, turned his head sideways, and looked at Uncle Ban very calmly: "According to legend, the Buddha is enlightened under the holy tree Bodhi, and sees through the beauty of 'one flower and one world'.

......

"Ah-Mi-Buddha!" Before coming to the oldest temple in the city, Liu Chen dismounted and walked to the old host's side, and after his hands were folded, he heard the old host's soft and warm chuckle: "Wei Wei is panicked, there is a king in the vicissitudes! Shengwu Mingxin, my king is immortal! Welcome to the Canglan army to come to Thunder City, more than 1,000 monks in the White Horse Temple, respectfully invite the king Sheng'an!"

"The master is too polite!" hurriedly helped up the old monk's back that was about to be rickety, Liu Chen bowed respectfully: "I don't want to talk about the tranquility of the Buddha country, and ask the master to do a lot of Haihan!"

"Ho ho ho ho!" the old monk grinned lightly, his smile was very kind, "The king is serious, the poor monk is on the way, and he has been waiting for the king here for a long time under the order of the Buddha's crown...... The Buddha said that Lei Cheng is the place where the king's story begins, it is the cause and the effect, and the reason is the Buddha's fate in the king's life!"

"In this way, Chen will follow the teachings of the Buddha, and thank Master Yandao for his kind reception!"

"It's okay, it's okay!" the old monk smiled heartily, and a little novice had already stepped forward in a hurry, took the whip from Liu Chen and others, and waited until the generals of the Canglan Legion were introduced into the White Horse Temple, and the warriors of the various armies outside were also taken to the Thunder City camp that had been prepared for a long time.

......

"Master!" After a simple and exquisite vegetarian meal, Liu Chen accompanied the old monk Yandao to stroll on the side of the ancient mountain in the courtyard of the White Horse Temple, and the continuous rippling evening bell singing in his ears made him feel complicated, and he couldn't help but apologize softly: "Soldiers in troubled times, I don't know when it will be fought, as soon as I enter Thunder City, Chen is just worried that the extraterritorial heavenly demons who are eyeing him will destroy the only remaining Pure Land of Bliss under the sky!"

"Why is the king worried?" The old monk saw it clearly, and he did not feel worried at all because of the approaching war, but comforted Liu Chen with kind words: "The Buddha is in his heart, and the bliss is also in his heart...... It doesn't matter if you get it, you don't care if you lose it, the heart is there, the people are there, and the Pure Land will always be there!"

"What the master said is extreme, but I have some looks!" After taking a deep look at the old monk, the depression in Liu Chen's heart instantly dissipated, and after a pause, he said with a smile: "It's just that I just saw such a calm and beautiful picture, and I can't bear to be damaged by the war!"

"Hahahaha!" The old monk stroked his beard and smiled, and a crane-haired and goosebumpy face was also full of ravines, especially the eyes full of wisdom, at this moment, it was written full of blazing light: "O king, the most beautiful scenery in the world is nothing more than breaking and then standing, there is no white horse in the White Horse Temple, and there is no sorrow in the Temple of Great Compassion. )