Su Zhuo smiled and thought to himself: "This little girl is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, how can the name of Luo Yuntian God Hunt be called casually?" He couldn't bear to sweep away Duan Lihua's interest, and said with a smile: "Okay, but we have to wait until we fill our stomachs!"

"Okay!" Duan Lihua happily took Su Zhuo's arm and strode towards the courtyard where everyone lived. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the next two days, Su Zhuo and the others wandered around the left side of the White Horse Temple. As the date of the Buddhist meeting approached, there were more and more people in Luoyang City. The White Horse Temple is also more lively. Luo Yuntian's energy was most of the energy involved by the Buddhist Society, and the case of the female corpse in the forest has not progressed for a long time. Duan Lihua has made bold statements since that day, but there has been no movement. Not only her, but even Su Zhuo also had a feeling of not knowing where to start.

And Wei Xiu has never talked to Su Zhuo since he lost his temper that day, and often stays in the house by himself, not knowing what to do. Su Zhuo also occasionally saw Qu Mei entering and leaving Wei Xiu's room, and the two often talked for a long time, and they didn't know what important things they were discussing.

In this regard, Su Zhuo saw it in his eyes, but he could only shake his head helplessly. Finally, in the early morning of the eighth day of the fourth lunar month, Su Zhuo was sitting in the courtyard with Jingchen drinking tea. Suddenly, Murong Ping stood at the door and shouted: "Mr. Su, Master Jingchen! The team of the Tubo National Teacher has entered the city, come out and see the excitement!"

Su Zhuo and Jingchen glanced at each other and said, "Let's go, let's join in the fun!"

Ling Shuang and Hua Ping have already opened the door, and they are about to go out with their families. Duan Lihua also pulled Wei Xiu out of the room and said with a smile: "Let's go and see what foreigners look like!"

Wei Xiu smiled: "It's not a nose and two eyes, what's there to look at?"

Duan Lihua said: "I heard that the people of Tubo are very fierce, I don't know if it's true!"

Su Zhuo said: "Let's go and see!" said and walked out first.

The streets were already full of people, and the officers and soldiers drove the crowd to both sides of the street, trying to empty the streets as much as possible to allow the troops of the Tibetan State to pass. After waiting for a short time, I heard the sound of firecrackers in front of me, and a team of officers and soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty opened the way first. It was followed by two rows of lamas, dressed completely differently from those of the Central Plains. The people on the street, pointing to the towering cockscomb hats on the heads of these lamas, talked a lot.

Duan Lihua was also very interested, chattering non-stop. Suddenly, I heard a dull echo, and it turned out to be the lamas in the back two rows who blew the copper chin. This sound echoed far away, shocking the eardrums, and very imposing.

Everyone couldn't help but cover their ears, only Jingchen and Su Zhuo had deep internal skills, and they could not be affected by this pipe sound. Behind Tongqin, there are two lines of monks, holding conch, lotus, golden Buddha and other things in their hands, and so on. These ornaments are not only exquisite, but also all of them are dazzling with red and green gems.

Then to the back, suddenly a sedan chair came. This sedan chair is much heavier than the sedan chair in the Central Plains, and the whole sedan is almost a Buddha hall. The car has arches open on all sides, and a short and fat lama can be seen sitting in the middle. His body was surrounded by flowers and fruits, as well as many yellow and white satin hata. At the four corners of the car were four bowl-thick pieces of wood, about ten feet high, painted golden. The roof of the car is a triangular spire, glowing with gold and dazzling in the sun. The top is dotted with countless gems and corals, agate. But this sedan chair is worth a lot of money.

The sedan chair was not carried by monks, but by eight black and thin men. The men were unclothed, unkempt, and shackled underneath. If you get closer, you can see the scars on their bodies, all of which have been whipped out.

Wei Xiu and the others couldn't help frowning, and Su Qin said, "Who are these sedan chair drivers, why do they all have to wear shackles?"

Duan Lihua also said: "These people are just like animals!"

Jingchen sighed and said, "I have long heard that the customs of the Tubo Kingdom are different from those of the Central Plains. These people must have been slaves of Tibet. In the eyes of the dignitaries and nobles of the Tibetan State, these people are like cattle!"

Duan Lihua exclaimed angrily: "Doesn't Buddhism pay attention to compassion, how can it also drive people to be slaves?"

Jingchen didn't answer, but Su Zhuo's face was solemn. He was not only in a heavy mood because of these slaves, but more importantly, he saw that the national teacher of the Tubo Kingdom sitting in the sedan chair was actually a selfless senior brother, that is, the leader of the Snow Mountain Sect could not be a monk!

The procession of the Tibetan Kingdom walked slowly, and the street was empty for a while. After a while, the sound of firecrackers in the distance began to sound again. Someone shouted: "The Tianzhu monk team has entered the city!"

When the people looked from afar, they saw eight women in front of them, dressed in white veils and carrying flower baskets, and kept throwing flower petals into the air. These women have slightly darker complexions and a high nose bridge, unlike the Central Plains women. What's even more strange is that they are scantily clad and have half of their bellies exposed, and the people of Middle-earth in the street are red-faced and red-eared. The man naturally wanted to see it, but deliberately pretended not to look at it. The woman was so ashamed that she covered her eyes.

Behind the eight women, there are two lines of monks. They had their arms bare, some of them holding ritual weapons in their hands, and some of them actually had a big snake hanging around their necks, hissing and spitting letters, which frightened the people on both sides to retreat again and again. Others wore various masks on their faces, some with elephant heads, while others had hideous and vicious faces. It makes people think that where is this Buddhist immortal, it is like a demon in hell.

In the middle of the procession were two young monks, each carrying one end of a green bamboo pole. The bamboo pole swayed, and in the middle sat a tall and thin monk. The monk's eyes were slightly closed, and it was not as comfortable as sitting on a bamboo pole, but on a dragon chair.

Su Zhuo was taken aback again, and he couldn't imagine that another senior brother without me, the Tianzhu monk who was proficient in Tianzhu's ancient yoga skills, also came! Su Zhuo's mood became heavier and heavier, and his face became more and more ugly. Judging from this battle, I do not hesitate to expose my Tibet, and it is imperative to win the ancient Buddha of Tianzhu!

Tianzhu's procession walked by, and there were several small countries behind it, such as Goryeo, Dongying, Annam, Siam and other countries. However, their formation was far less vast than the first two, and the people looked at it for a while, and found it boring, so they gradually dispersed.

Teams from various countries enter the White Horse Temple, and the others rest in their assigned meditation rooms. Several virtuous monks walked towards the square in the front yard of the White Horse Temple. There is still an hour to go, and a solemn Buddha bathing ceremony will be held. The towering Buddha statue in the square has also taken off the veil of mystery.

Everyone looked at it from afar, and the Buddha statue stood majestically, shining with golden light. This is a statue of Shakya, with a kind face, pointing to the sky with one hand and the land with the other. The legs are one in front of the other, as if they are walking. The Buddha statue is lifelike and breathtaking.

The monks sit on a row of chairs in front of the Mahavira Hall. At this time, the officers and soldiers opened the gate of the White Horse Temple and let the people and believers enter the temple. Hundreds of people surrounded the square in an instant, leaving only the open space of the giant Buddha in the middle.

Su Zhuo stood in the crowd and looked at the group of monks sitting on the chairs. Sure enough, I saw Wuself smiling and sitting not far from lawlessness. And Jingchen sat on the other side, smiling, not at all guarding against the three people around him.

At this moment, Shi Shiran, an old monk sitting in the middle, stood up. Su Zhuo knew that he was the abbot of the White Horse Temple, Master Yuankong. I only heard Master Yuankong clear his throat, and the voices of the people in the square fell silent, and no one dared to speak. Yuankong said loudly: "The auspicious time has come, the bathing Buddha begins!" Please enter the text (to be continued.) )