"It seems that this Cihang Jingzhai is still a little restless!"

After the yellow horse crossed the river, Yang Yi secretly groaned in his heart, "This Ning Daoqi didn't stop my two apprentices, but came to stop me, it seems that he has already ventilated with Cihang Jingzhai, so he changed the original plan to intercept Kou Zhong to block me!"

He sneered secretly, "Sooner or later, enter the Emperor Stepping Peak and ask Fan Qinghui!"

Fan Qinghui is now the master of this generation of Cihang Jingzhai, and she is also the master of Concubine Xuan and the senior sister of Bi Xiuxin. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Since then, no one has stood in the way.

When it was dark, Luoyang City was already in sight.

Luoyang is located on the south bank of the Yellow River, Ping Pi Mountain in the north, Luoshui in the south, Huhu Prison in the east, Yinghan Valley in the west, surrounded by mountains, Luoyang Plain in the middle, Yi, Luo, Qian, Jian four rivers flow through it, it is not only the situation is dangerous, but also the scenery is beautiful, the soil is fertile, the climate is moderate, and the transportation is convenient.

Therefore, since ancient times, there have been eight dynasties such as Xia, Shang, Eastern Zhou, Eastern Han, Cao Wei, Western Jin, Northern Wei and Sui.

The so-called Heyang Dingdingdi, located in the Central Plains and corresponding to the Quartet, Luoyang is the world's traffic stronghold, military fortress.

After Yang Guang ascended the throne, he chose another capital site in Luoyang and established a new capital.

The new imperial city is located between the Zhou Wangcheng and the ancient city of the Han and Wei dynasties, the east is over the Qianshui, the south crosses the Luo River, the west is adjacent to the Jianhe River, the north is by the mountain, the city circumference is more than 50 miles, magnificent and magnificent.

Yang Guang took Luoyang as the center, dug out a grand canal that reaches Hangzhou in the south, reaches Zhuojun in the north, and runs through the north and south, connecting the five major water systems of the Haihe River, the Yellow River, the Huai River, the Yangtze River and the Qiantang River, and Luoyang has become the central hub of transportation and commerce in the world.

From Yang Yi's point of view, with Luoyang, a city "in the middle of the world" in hand, it is far better than Chang'an City at this time.

With the status of Luoyang, it is extremely convenient to go north and south, to conquer the east and west, and the land is fertile, far better than Guanzhong, whether it is to raise soldiers or educate the people, it is the first choice.

Based on this, we will compete for the world and pacify the Quartet, and the location is excellent. This is also why he made his first move, so he beheaded Wang Shichong's father and son and captured Luoyang City.

The strategic location of the city is just too important.

In the snowy sky, as long as you bypass a hill in front of you, you can enter Luoyang City.

The hill in front of you is not very high, and in the shade of trees, you can faintly see that there is a Buddhist temple hidden in it.

Drums began to beat on the top of the mountain.

Yang Yi's heart moved, and he raised his eyes to look at the mountain, although it was twilight at this time, but with Yang Yi's eyesight at this time, there was actually not much difference between day and night.

On top of a big rock in the open space on the top of the mountain, there was a young monk in white, condescending, looking at Yang Yi. When he saw Yang Yi looking up, he smiled at Yang Yi and saluted, then turned around and took one step, which had disappeared from Yang Yi's field of vision.

Yang Yi groaned slightly, drove forward, and climbed directly from the mountain forest to the top of the mountain.

At this time, the yellow horse was much more clever than the martial arts master, and the four hooves exerted force, supporting Yang Yi to jump into the air in an instant, and when he fell again, he had already reached the treetops, and he was like a flying horse stepping on the treetops and rushing towards the mountain.

After a few drum beats, then there was a melodious bell sprinkled down, and a leisurely and quiet charm naturally came out of the thick bell.

The yellow horse circled around as fast as lightning, and when it reached a large tree, it suddenly stopped.

Sitting upright and looking at it immediately, the entire temple was presented in Yang Yi's field of vision.

When this temple was seen at the bottom of the mountain, it was not seen how big it was, but now standing on the big tree at the temple gate and looking at the overall situation, I realized that the scale of this temple is so large that it is rare in the world.

There are hundreds of large and small buildings in the temple, just like a small city, and the imperial palace in Chang'an City is quite inferior to it.

The yellow horse gently descended from the tree and arrived in front of the finely carved bluestone archway on the mountain road.

There are four big characters engraved on the archway, and the road is: Jingnian Zen Temple.

Slowly step forward along the stone stairs, the towering stupa in the temple is approaching a person and a horse inch by inch, Yang Yi can see the images of the Buddha and the goddess carved on the four walls of the stupa, the wind blows, the copper bell hanging on the eaves corner of the stupa makes a crisp sound, mixed with the thick bell that is drifting, full of an indescribable serene charm.

The stone staircase is at the second mountain gate, and it has reached the end.

There is a couplet carved on the stone strips on both sides of the gate.

Shanglian: The morning bell and dusk drum warn the world's fame and fortune.

Downlink: The Sutra Buddha calls back the dream of the bitter sea.

The horizontal inscription on the square forehead is: The person who enters is fateful.

Yang Yi looked at it for a long time, and said with a smile: "The couplet is good, but the conch is blowing loudly, what's the use of fart?"

The gate was already open at this time, and Yang Yi did not dismount, and walked straight into the compound with one person and one horse.

On the white stone square in the courtyard, there were several monks sweeping the snow on the ground, and when they saw him enter the temple, they didn't even notice anything wrong, and after taking a look at him, they continued to clean it, and they didn't even go to ask anyone.

Yang Yi didn't care, the characters of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, especially the so-called big people, are a little abnormal and can't be treated with common sense.

On the central axis of the huge Baishi Square, facing Yang Yi is a large hall with a width of seven rooms, the hall is brightly lit at this time, and the smell of sandalwood slowly emanates from inside, peaceful and quiet.

Yang Yi still didn't get off the horse, so he urged the horse into the hall with such a loud horn, and went straight in.

There are several old monks in the main hall who sit with their eyes closed, as if they have been waiting for a long time, and after hearing the sound of horses' hooves in the main hall, several old monks opened their eyes at the same time, and they all showed surprise.

They have seen a lot of people who don't worship the Buddha, but the people who urge the horse to enter the Buddha hall are the first time to see them.

The four old monks looked at each other.

The gold-dressed Buddha enshrined in the main hall, a row of solemn atmosphere, on both sides of the Buddha statue there are dozens of Buddhist Arhats with various movements, the shape is slightly larger than the real person, but it is slightly the same height as Yang Yi.

As if, I don't know if it's Yang Yi or Buddha imitating Yang Yi.

Yang Yi finished scanning the Arhat statues on both sides, and his eyes returned to the big Buddha with three feet and two ears in front of him.

Suddenly, a loud shout sounded from the mouth of an old monk, "Why do you want to enter the temple if you don't worship the Buddha when you enter the temple?"

Yang Yi looked at the old monk who scolded him, and said with a smile: "If I worship the Buddha, I'm afraid the Buddha can't stand it." ”

The old monk was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then shook his head and smiled: "My Buddha is merciful, and the donor is also arrogant!"

He got up and bowed to the Great Buddha and said, "The emperors and generals of the world, the courtiers of the Son of Heaven, who has never thought that my Buddha bowed? ”

Yang Yi dismounted when he heard this, and glanced at the old monk deeply, "You want me to visit this mud tire?"

The old monk sighed: "The statue of the Buddha is my Buddha, no matter the gold, stone, grass and trees." ”

Yang Yi said with a smile: "In my life, except for my parents, I have never even bowed down to heaven and earth, but you want me to worship Buddha?"

He laughed, "Then I'll bow down!"

Bow slightly to the big Buddha in front of you.

At the beginning of his bowing action, the mud tire on the opposite side began to change, Yang Yi's body was lowered by an inch, the golden Buddha on the opposite side leaned back an inch, with Yang Yi's body suddenly probed down, the Buddha who was originally as stable as a mountain, and the Buddha who did not move in the eight winds suddenly looked like an old man who was top-heavy and seriously ill, and then leaned back, smashed out of the wall behind him into a big hole, and fell straight out of the hall, shattered into countless mud blocks.

"A little Buddha, dare to be worshiped by me?"

Yang Yi let out a long laugh, stepped out of the hall, and walked towards the other side of Baishi Square.

The young monk who was smiling at him on the mountain just now was in the bronze hall opposite.

(To be continued.) )