Yaoying made a promise in front of Tanmaraga, saying that she would plead guilty, so she went back that night and copied two volumes of scriptures.
On the second day, the personal soldiers brought the scriptures to the front of the temple. The monk was about to put the scriptures together with the handwritten scriptures and wooden plaques that other believers prayed for and pleaded guilty. Yuanjue came over and asked, "Princess Wenzhao. What about the scriptures you sent?"
The monks were busy looking for scriptures.
Yuanjue took the scriptures and instructed: "Don't tell others about this."
Monks should be.
Yuanjue sent the scriptures to Tanmaraga.
Tamara received it, made offerings in front of the Buddha statue, and recited scriptures for Yaoying.
After a while, he finished chanting and asked, "Princess Wenzhao stepped into the fire altar yesterday, were you there?"
Yuanjue nodded and said, "The princess' personal soldiers demonstrated it a few times in private. General Ashina and I were both present. We were sure that no one would be hurt, so we cooperated with the princess to scare other princesses."
Speaking of which, he couldn't help but snicker.
"Wang, didn't you see that when Princess Wenzhao said she was going to step into the altar of fire, the other princesses looked at her like a lunatic. Princess Manda sneered, saying that the princess was bluffing and asked people to throw the shawl into the altar. Inside, the scarf immediately burned, and Princess Manda was dumbfounded…”
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I don't know what miraculous method the soldiers used. The fire altar was ablaze with flames, and wisps of blue flames erupted. Anyone who got close could feel the burning and scorching, and the snow melted.
Princess Manda and her entourage checked several times, but they could not find any organs.
When Li Yaoying stepped into the fire altar with a smile in the eyes of everyone, the people who went to watch shouted one after another. The guards of the central army prepared several large tanks full of water, one of them carried a bucket of water, and his eyes blinked. Staring at the fire altar without blinking.
Amid the loud crackling sound, Yaoying stepped towards the fire, the hot wind blew her veil, and there was no fear on her face.
Everyone stared at her blankly, watching her walk past the blue flames. Flames burst out from her brocade robe, but she remained calm. When the blue flames went out, she stood in front of the fire altar. Although her clothes had turned black, she was safe and sound.
She walked out, lifted her smoking sleeves and blew, looked at the princesses of other countries, and asked, "Who's next?"
The princesses of various countries retreated again and again, their faces ashen, and Princess Manda did not dare to step forward.
…
When Yuanjue finished speaking, he still couldn't help laughing: "King, I asked the personal soldiers. They learned their skills from the warlocks and Persian priests. They said that if the altar of fire can't scare people, They have other ways, the princess can roll nail boards, swallow nails... one is scarier than the other..."
Tamara held the bead in his hand, and after listening to him, he said, "If there is such a thing in the future, come back and report first."
Fate felt a cold, respectful should be.
There was a sound of footsteps at the door, and Prajna entered the temple and asked for instructions: "King, the master of the temple and several stewards do not know where to enshrine the Udumbara flower, please ask the king for instructions."
The news of the Udumbara flower has spread like wildfire, and people flocked to the Wang Temple to pay their respects to the magical flower. The owner of the temple was worried that the supernatural flower would be destroyed, and hesitated to move the golden flower into the inner hall. Other monks disagreed and believed that the flower should be enshrined in the hall for all the people who came to worship the Buddha to watch.
Tamara said calmly: "It is not a mundane thing, so there is no need to enshrine it, just put it away."
Both Yuanjue and Prajna were stunned for a moment, feeling a pity.
Prajna was a little unwilling, and hesitantly said: "That is the Udumbara flower, a treasure that shows the king's merit, so let people put it away like this, so that it will not see the light of day?"
Tamara Ka nods, hesitantly.
Prajna said cautiously: "King, the people will be disappointed if they can't see the Udumbara flower, and complain that the king's temple has exclusive possession of the treasure."
"keep it."
Tamara Ka Tao, the tone of voice is majestic.
Hannya didn't dare to persuade him any more, and walked out dejectedly.
Tamara looked at Yaoying's handwritten scriptures, and turned her fingers to hold the beads.
After all, the golden flower is not real. She presents it in public and keeps it in front of the Buddha, which is deceiving the gods and Buddhas, and it will inevitably lead to right and wrong in the future, so it is better to keep it away.
Although she never cared about it.
After a moment of silence, a guard clasped his fists outside the door and said, "King, the doctors in Tianzhu are asking for an appointment."
Tammaraka picked up the bead and nodded.
Yuanjue understood, and motioned the Tianzhu doctor to enter the hall.
The Tianzhu doctor entered the temple holding a treasure box, and bowed to Tan Moraga, saying: "Wang, the villain has already prepared a pill for Princess Wenzhao. The princess can take one pill first. Taking it once every ten days, it only takes a year or two to recover, and you don’t need to take gel pills again.”
He handed a detailed prescription to Yuanjue, who presented it to the desk.
Tamara picked up the prescription, looked at it for a while, and frowned slightly: "Mandala?"
The Tianzhu doctor's heart was tight, and he secretly said that what Munda Deva said was really good. The monarch of the royal court himself is quite knowledgeable in pharmacology, and he must not be fooled by him as an arrogant and frivolous monarch.
"King Huiyi, mandala is warm in nature. Although it is toxic, it can also be used for treatment. The petals can relieve asthma, relieve cough, and especially relieve pain and anesthesia. The princess is born with insufficiency. If you want to remove the root, you have to increase the dose , when you take the pills, you will experience unbearable pain, so a small amount of mandala must be added to the pills."
After speaking, he respectfully said: "While the princess is taking the medicine, the villain can wait by the side. If anything happens to the princess, the villain is willing to take the blame."
Tamara put down the prescription, "The doctor doesn't have to do this."
Healing a disease is inherently risky. He is a patient, and he knows this well. Asking one more question is not to blame, but to ask about the consequences of taking the pill.
"Is Princess Wen Zhao in the front hall?"
He asked fate.
Yuanjue shook his head and replied, "The princess went to the martial arts field today."
The soldiers told him this morning.
Tamara said: "When she comes back, invite her to the grotto."
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The second day of the ceremony is the martial arts competition. The winner will be rewarded generously, and the loser will not return empty-handed. In addition, the embassies of various countries took out their own treasures as prizes to reward the winners. The royal family and warriors from various countries participated enthusiastically, which was very lively.
Yaoying also picked a few valuable treasures as the lucky draw before and got the seat.
She asked her soldiers to participate in horse racing and riding and archery competitions, while she went to the sidelines to watch the competition during the competition, and secretly observed the war horses and harnesses used by the warriors of various tribes.
There are several magic weapons for Haidu Aling to win: well-trained, strong endurance, fast-moving cavalry, sophisticated and durable weapons that can be equipped in large quantities, fast, stamina and load-bearing capacity, and a sufficient number of warhorses.
The role of horses should not be underestimated. The quality of horses largely determines the strength of the army. In those days, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty worked hard to get the sweaty horses, precisely to improve the horses in the army and enhance the strength of the army.
At present, due to successive years of war, the Central Plains lost Helong and the source of fine war horses. Most armies of various countries use southwestern horses to march.
Southwest horses are suitable for camel transportation in the mountains, but they are light in size, short in stature, and their load-bearing capacity is far inferior to that of tall horses. They carry water bags, dry rations, bows and arrows, and can no longer carry a soldier in heavy armor. Therefore, soldiers cannot wear armor and can only use leather shields. protection.
Furthermore, the southwest horses lacked physical strength and explosive power, so they could not march quickly or launch surprise attacks. Therefore, the Central Plains army could not use cavalry to charge into formations like the Beirong cavalry.
As a result, the Central Plains could not form a strong cavalry, and the infantry was the mainstay for marching operations.
However, relying on infantry alone, it is impossible to retake Helong, let alone defeat Beirong.
Yaoying pondered secretly in her heart that the horses that Haidu Aling's army would ride in the future seemed to be from other tribes.
Bi Suo came down from the arena, and when she saw Yaoying on the sidelines, she frowned and reminded her, "Look over there."
Yaoying looked in the direction of his finger, and a sneaky figure immediately retracted into the crowd.
Bi Su said, "It's from the Viramara mission. They've been asking about you these two days."
All the other princesses gave up, but only Princess Manda showed no sign of giving up.
Yaoying frowned slightly.
Bi Suo comforted her and said, "At the end of the month, the Viramara mission must leave. No matter how unwilling Princess Manda is, there is no reason to stay. The princess has to watch out for them these days, and it will be fine next month."
Yaoying nodded.
In the afternoon, the two returned to the Wang Temple together, and Yuanjue was waiting at the door, saying that Tanma Luojia invited Yaoying to come over.
Bi Suo's footsteps stopped, and a look of surprise flashed across her face.
"Wang wants to see Princess Wen Zhao today?"
Fate nodded.
Bi Su looked like someone had been hit with a sap, and clenched his fists with both hands.
Yaoying happened to be looking for Tanmo Luojia for something, but she didn't notice his weirdness and said to Yuanjue, "Wait, I'll go back and get something."
Fate should be, standing outside the hospital waiting for her.
Bi Su didn't leave, and was waiting on the side.
Yuanjue glanced at him and whispered, "General, the king did not summon you."
Bi Suo had no expression on his face, and said, "Didn't Wang meet the princess in the Zen room? I'm going to the Zen room too, and I'll stop by you, just in time to go there together."
Yuanjue shook his head: "I'm not in the Zen room today."
Bi Suo's heart skipped a beat and asked, "Where is that?"
Yuanjue scratched his scalp and said, "There is a meditation room on the other side of the grotto, very close to the punishment hall, and the king has already passed by."
The courtyard on the other side of the punishment hall was mostly vacant, and few people went there. The day before yesterday, Tamara suddenly ordered someone to clean the meditation room, but he didn't mention it again. He wondered for a long time, and now he realized that the king had prepared it for today.
Bi Suo was shocked when she heard the words of the grotto and the punishment hall, her eyes widened in disbelief.
On the other side, Yaoying took something and walked out, Yuanjue greeted her and led her away.
Yaoying followed him, walked through the corridor, passed Tallinn, climbed the long steps, and came to a grotto.
The grotto is in a secluded corner, separated by a dark corridor from the cliff full of large and small grottoes. It is said to be a grotto, but it is actually more like a residence. A tree is planted in front of the corridor, but the branches are bare. Yes, I can't tell what tree it is.
"Is the mage in there?"
Yaoying asked in a low voice, she didn't see the guards of the Chinese army.
Yuanjue nodded and said, "Princess, let's go in."
Yaoying went in with her baggage. The grotto was a cave room dug out of the earth cliff. It was dimly lit in the daytime, and the lamp was lit inside, covering a hazy halo.
With his back to her, Tamaroka sat on the futon under the lamp. The flickering candles were all around him, and the red cassock was as red as fire.
Yaoying stepped forward: "The Master is looking for me?"
Tamaroka looked sideways at her, and nodded her chin towards the low couch opposite him.
Yaoying walked to the low couch and sat down, put down her burden, and waited for him to speak.
Tamara opened the treasure box, took out the pill, and handed it to Yaoying.
"The doctor prepared a pill for the princess. I checked it out. The princess takes one pill first. It may feel a little uncomfortable. If you feel uncomfortable..."
Before he finished speaking, Yaoying took the pill, swallowed it, poured herself a cup of tea, and took a few sips slowly.
Tamara:…
"The princess doesn't ask what medicine is this?"
Yaoying smiled, and there seemed to be starlight in her eyes: "The medicine that the Master found for me must be a good medicine for the disease. Thank you Master."
Tamara looked at her for a while, then looked away.
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outside the temple.
Bi Su stayed where he was, stood for a long time, closed his eyes, and turned to leave the Wang Temple.
Outside the Wang Temple, there is a continuous stream, and the devout believers pay homage to the direction of the main hall. At a glance, the long street is dark and crowded.
Bi Suo rode a horse and passed through the crowded crowd, in a trance.
When he returned to the mansion, he called his subordinates and talked about military affairs for a while. Mobido came to ask about the dispatch of troops. The two chatted while drinking. Unknowingly, in the evening, when Mobido left, he was half-drunk, lying in bed. Under the whirring sleep.
He had a dream.
In the dream, the young man knelt in front of the bed in the grotto. The old man was dying on the bed. His thin hands kept shaking, and he solemnly handed him a sword with a flickering cold light.
"Bisuo, you swear to me."
Bi Suo was trembling all over and didn't dare to pick up the knife, "Master... I really can't do it!"
The old man's cloudy eyes stared at him for a long time and sighed.
"Call Yuanjue."
Bi Su's body went cold, and he rushed forward and took the knife.
The next moment, the old man and the knife disappeared.
He saw an empty Buddhist temple, with candles smoldering and aloes wafting.
A monk sits cross-legged on the Buddha's dharma platform, with a clear face, blue eyes darkened with lotus flowers, a large monk's robe, surrounded by agarwood and candlelight, cool and noble, and elegantly out of the dust.
He looked so holy and solemn, but in his arms he was holding a beautiful woman with radiant skin. The woman faced him, and her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck. The two sat opposite each other, and he looked down at her.
There was a burst of hurried footsteps outside the Buddhist temple, and countless torches gathered towards the Buddhist temple.
Someone kicked open the door, and with a loud bang, a long knife slashed down at the woman in the monk's arms.
The monk raised his face, his body was drenched in sweat, glowing with wet light, and his cold and handsome face was full of murderous aura.
The blue eyes that should have been calm and unwavering were as red as blood.
Bi Su looked at him and raised the long knife.
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The cool breeze blew into the house through the crevices, and the felt curtains swayed.
Bi Suo woke up from the dream, all the alcohol was gone, and she was in a cold sweat. After sitting for a while, she turned over and settled into the bed, put on her clothes and boots, and hurried to the Wang Temple.
When Yuanjue saw him sweating profusely, he was startled and asked, "Does the general have urgent military information to report?"
Without answering, Bi Suo asked, "Has the king returned from the grotto?"
Yuanjue shook his head: "The king hasn't come back yet."
"Has Princess Wen Zhao gone back?"
Yuanjue continued to shake his head: "It doesn't seem like..."
Bi Su's face was as gloomy as water, and she held him tightly: "Take me to see the king! Immediately! Immediately!"
The author has something to say: Sorry, I released it last night. I wanted to revise it as soon as it was published at 11 o'clock, but the chapter was locked after the high-level review, and the background could not be revised. It could not be revised until the morning. The original version was not suitable. Edit, last night's version of the dream doesn't exist.
Everyone tried hard to forget the original version of the previous chapter, I am very sorry, the next chapter will send a red envelope~