Since the establishment of the dynasty, over the past hundred years, Da Ying's territory has continued to expand to the south and west, but it has never expanded further north.

It's not that the soldiers and horses of the Da Ying Dynasty are not strong enough to take the northern territory, but that it is too difficult to govern after taking it.

Especially after the Dasanguan, the customs of the people and the Central Plains are too different, and even the language and writing are very different, the local people all regard themselves as herdsmen in the north of the Saiwai, to put it bluntly, people are not willing at all, and they will not integrate into the Daying Dynasty.

In addition, the scattered cavalry in the north "patronized" it from time to time, which gave the defenders of the city a headache.

It is easy to attack the city and difficult to defend the city, which is the biggest dilemma of the Da Ying Dynasty when facing the north.

Moreover, out of the Dasan Pass, especially in the place near the border pass, the land is barren, and there are no minerals, so there is little point in holding on, unless it is four or five hundred miles further north, you can see the fertile grassland in the north.

But in the middle of nearly five hundred miles, a horse and a flat river, all desolate land, if you march from here, it is most likely to be attacked by a large army, on the horse war fast war, although the Great Ying Dynasty is not weak, but obviously the northern border is better.

Who said that people grew up on horseback?

However, fortunately, the northern border is not unified, let alone a country, but there are large tribes in the east, west, north and south, and they are fighting with each other, and they are all too busy to take care of themselves, so naturally they will not invade the border of Da Ying.

Unprecedentedly, in the past ten years, the tribes in the north have not harassed the border of Da Ying at all, and Da Ying's side is also happy to be peaceful, so that the relationship between the north and the south has rarely shown signs of breaking the ice, and the commodity exchanges between each other have become more and more frequent.

In addition to economic exchanges, the north and south have gradually exchanged and learned from each other in terms of culture, and among them, the dialogue between the two Buddhas in the north and south is the most, that is, the Buddhist debate between the north and the south that the people are more familiar with in recent years.

But in the final analysis, the Dharma exchange between the Da Ying Dynasty and the northern border, that is, in recent years, not many people really know about the monks of Rakshasa Mountain who came from the north, and even the vast majority of people only listen to their names, but have never seen their faces.

But there are also some delicate people who unexpectedly find that no matter what year it is, there are three monks on the northern side from beginning to end, and they are wearing red, black, and white monk robes.

Generally speaking, if it is from the same temple, the monks who come out should all be dressed in the same attire, but the monks in the Rakshasa Mountain in the north are not like that. This can't help but make the people of Da Ying sigh that this northerner is really weird, and he can't use common sense to deal with it.

What few people know is that the monks in the north who are red, black, and white, and have a high status in the Rakshasa Mountain, and even in the entire north, they have an extraordinary status.

According to legend, the black-clothed demon monk.

The red-clothed demon monk.

The white-clothed immortal monk -

In the palace of the Heavenly King, at first, the sound of the piano was melodious and extremely beautiful, but gradually, the sound of the piano began to be out of tune, becoming more and more intense, and in the end it directly became a noisy mess.

If Zhao Meiren was in there at this moment, she would definitely see Song Yuchen's embarrassed expression.

Twenty steps apart from the old abbot with snow-white eyebrows and the white-clothed monk from the north, Song Yuchen sat cross-legged on the ground, and Yuqin was directly on top of his legs.

Although the little monk of Yushan did not explain what he was invited to do here, how could Song Yuchen not know in his heart, it was nothing more than to come to "communicate" with the white-clothed monk.

But after seeing the old abbot of Tianlong Temple, Song Yuchen had some doubts in his heart, in his opinion, with the profound and amazing cultivation of this old monk's Buddhism, he didn't dare to say that he would definitely be able to win the strange white-clothed monk, but he should not be defeated. In that case, why did the old abbot call him here?

Is it just to help "wake up" the monks of Tianlong Temple who have fallen asleep?

After half a pillar of incense, seven or eight high-ranking Zen monks finally opened their eyes from the confusion, and when they noticed that there was a young man in green clothes in the palace of the Heavenly King, everyone was very surprised.

And they soon realized that the reason why they were able to wake up from the chaos was because they were awakened by the sound of the piano of the man in Tsing Yi.

Who is this young man who looks like a son of a family? He can actually dissolve the "Great Hiroyin" of the monk of Rakshasa Mountain, although looking at the young man's expression, he can see that he is a little reluctant, but this is still a very human move.

The old abbot with snow-white eyebrows suddenly spoke, his voice was like an ancient bell, and said: "The sound comes from the ear, and the devil is born from the heart." ”

Hearing this, the monks of the Zen temple all had a look of guilt on their faces, and after chanting a Buddha name, they hurriedly gathered their minds.

The old abbot Xuan Ji opened his eyes slightly, and looked at the young man in Tsing Yi twenty steps away with a soft expression, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

At this time, the white-clothed monk in the north also suddenly opened his eyes, but what he looked at was Xuanji sitting opposite him.

He, whose legal name is "Bai Luo", sighed lightly for no reason, and the "Great Hiro Sound" in his mouth suddenly stopped, and then slowly stood up from the futon.

I don't know if it was because he was dumb by nature, or because of some special reason, Bai Luo never spoke, just played some sign language, and at the same time there was a bitter smile on his face.

It is no wonder that Bai Luo has a bitter face, last year he was just pushed by Rakshasa Mountain as the new "white-clothed immortal monk", this year is the first time he represented Rakshasa Mountain to Tianlong Temple to debate the Buddha's teachings, to be honest, when he saw those so-called monks in the Zen temple, he was not even interested in the later debate of the Buddha, and he couldn't get into his eyes at all.

It wasn't until the old abbot with snow-white eyebrows appeared that he barely raised some of his spirit.

But it's just a little more fun, suspense or something, still no, and in the previous two incense sticks, everything was in his expectation, first the seven or eight so-called monks fell asleep one after another, and then the old abbot struggled.

Debating the Buddha's Dharma should have been an exchange of courtesy, you say I argue, but this old monk completely closed his mouth after saying a few innocuous Buddha words except at the beginning, and then it was all controlled by him Bai Luo alone.

He could almost predict that at most, as long as half a pillar of incense, he would be able to completely "surrender" the old monk.

However, when the old monk opened his mouth to speak to others, Bai Luo suddenly realized that the old monk had always had reservations, or that the old monk was recuperating, waiting for the best time, finding the most suitable entry point, and overturning his Bai Luo's great Hero sound or Buddhism.

Xuanji, who understood Bailuo's sign language, smiled slightly and returned the Buddhist salute.

Song Yuchen slowly opened his eyes, just in time to see the white-clothed monk in the north looking at him.

The four eyes were facing each other, and the atmosphere in the Heavenly King Hall was strange.