It was getting dark.
The dazzling sunset falls on the undulating and scattered grotto pagodas of the Wangsi Temple. The twilight is dark and the golden light is floating.
Bi Suo climbed the stone steps, walking fast.
The dark guard Bamir in the corner stopped him and said, "Stop, general."
Bi Su took off his bronze talisman: "I want to see the king."
Bamir went in with the bronze talisman, came out after a while, led him into the courtyard, and asked him to wait under the tree.
Bi Suo raised her head and glanced at the dimly lit grotto. She was so anxious that she paced back and forth. She glanced at the bare tree and saw a few familiar knots.
He stared at the tree in a daze.
The tree was transplanted by Tamara Ka himself.
This grotto was where Tanmaraga lived and where he was officially ordained.
Princess Wen Zhao doesn't know... Luo Jia's birthday celebration will last for a few days, and today is his exact birthday.
Bi Su clenched the handle of the knife tightly in his right hand.
Tamaroka doesn't care about his birthday, all the believers spontaneously celebrate him all these years. Today in previous years, he would copy Buddhist scriptures alone, from morning to night, without seeing outsiders.
This year, today.
On this very meaningful day, he brought Princess Wenzhao to this grotto, which was of great significance to him.
This shows that Princess Wenzhao is also of great significance to him.
…
in the grotto.
Yaoying swallowed the pill and sat cross-legged.
Tamara sat opposite her, turning her fingers to hold the beads, her eyes drooping slightly.
It was silent, and the blue smoke curled lightly.
Yaoying was not used to sitting on her knees, and after a while she felt sore and numb in her waist and legs, but Tamara was motionless. The lines of her cassock were as quiet as water waves, just like a Buddha statue. Only the beads in her hands swayed slightly. The sky doesn't move.
She glanced around, the room was simply furnished, there was nothing to see in the bookcase, the screen, the low bed and the Buddhist alcove. Her gaze returned to Tan Moraga, her chin in one hand, and stared at him quietly.
He has deep facial features and clear outlines. Because he is an eminent monk who is admired by the people, he usually looks as warm as jade and cold and dusty. In fact, when he looks closely, his face is a bit fierce and heroic. A pair of soft blue eyes were born, like a deep pool, with bright eyebrows and beautiful appearance.
Yaoying couldn't help thinking: he must be very good-looking when he smiles.
I have never seen him smile since we met.
She was fascinated, and Tamara looked up at her and met her gaze.
The two looked at each other silently, he didn't say a word, Yao Ying saw that he didn't seem to be meditating, smiled at him, and lowered her head to open the package she brought.
"I haven't congratulated the Master on his birthday yet..."
She dug out a few scriptures and handed them to Tamara.
Tamara said, "The princess has already given her birthday gifts."
She deliberately overshadowed other princesses at the ceremony, and asked the caravan to prepare generous gifts. During the ceremony, the ceremony official held out the birthday gift she gave. There was a gasp in front of the stage. There were exquisite golden Buddhas, eight jewels and jade treasures, and gold and precious stones. , and beautifully bound scriptures with beautiful illustrations.
The embassies of various countries have never seen such scriptures before, and they are so concerned that they want to borrow them to watch, but the temple owner does not agree, and the scriptures are now offered in the Wang Temple.
She never misses any opportunity to expand her caravan. Although the silk and satin brought by the Central Plains are precious, but the quantity is limited, mulberry and hemp knitting cannot be rushed. God her shop will sell those bound Buddhist scriptures.
Hearing him mention the golden gifts at the ceremony, Yaoying sighed, holding the scriptures and saying, "Those are for others to see, this is the birthday gift I personally prepared for the Master."
Tamaroga glanced at her, took the scriptures, opened it, and the lotus flower dark-patterned paper was filled with dense words.
He frowned slightly.
Yaoying knew that he was proficient in different languages and calligraphy, so he was a little embarrassed and said, "The difference between Wang Ting's characters and Chinese characters is too big. I can't write well, so the Master laughed."
Tammaraka closed the scriptures.
Her royal court writing was not good, but he could recognize the handwriting, and she hand-copied the entire "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vows".
Yaoying smiled and said, "My aunt believes in Buddhism, and I copied the Medicine Master Sutra for her. The Master is a monk, and the practitioner is free from life and death, not greedy for life, not afraid of death, but I am a layman, and I hope the Master will live a long life. At the age of one hundred, he cured his illness and strengthened his body, and he did not take medicine in the early days, so he thought about it, and prayed for the Master to copy the "Ksitigarbha Sutra"."
Tamara was silent for a while and asked, "Why did the princess copy the Ksitigarbha Sutra?"
Yaoying replied, "I think teachers often read this scripture."
The several volumes of the Ksitigarbha Sutra on the desk in his room are full of comments, and the scrolls are stuffed with lots of sticks. He usually argues with others, and he often quotes the Ksitigarbha Scripture. He must have a deep understanding of the meaning of the sutras. Agreed, so she decided to copy this scripture.
Tamara looked at Yaoying and said, "Princess doesn't believe in Buddhism."
Yaoying's eyes widened: "But Master, you believe it."
Because this is his belief, she wants to pray for him in the way he pursues.
The wind blew into the house, the candles swayed, and the interlaced light and shadow reflected on Yaoying's face, a pair of bright eyes, full of autumn water.
The wind moves, the flag moves.
Tanmaraka lowered her eyes and looked at the scriptures. When she pleaded with the Buddha, she could copy two volumes of scriptures in one night. The handwriting was neat and beautiful, but she could see that she didn't pay much attention, and there were still traces of smearing. The Ksitigarbha Sutra copied for him, although the handwriting is crooked, is carefully copied stroke by stroke.
He was out of his mind for a while, as if he could see how well-mannered and careful she was when she was writing at her desk.
Yao Ying knew that he didn't care about his birthday at all, but he was expressionless after receiving the birthday gift. I don’t know if it’s useful or not, but I’ve already put it away, and it happens that the Tianzhu doctor is in the royal court, why don’t I ask the doctor to check it out, and if it’s useful, I’ll ask someone to find more.”
Tamara put away the scriptures, and with a murmur, the corner of her mouth tugged slightly where she couldn't see it.
She probably wanted to say, Master, you still have to take medicine to see a doctor.
While talking to him, Yaoying moved her legs and rubbed her shoulders. Suddenly, she felt a wave of tiredness. She turned to cover her lips and yawned, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Since she took the medicine, Tan Mo Luojia has been observing her, seeing that her consciousness is hazy, and whispering: "This is the first time the princess has taken this medicine, and the effect is strong. If you feel sleepy, you can lie down."
Yaoying gestured to get up: "Then I'll go back..."
Tamara shook his head and stood up: "It's the first time you take medicine, you can't leave people."
After he finished speaking, he got up and avoided it.
Yaoying snorted at his tall and straight back, looked left and right, there was a clean quilt in the corner of the couch, it seemed that he was ready.
The monk is a thoughtful and good healer.
Her eyelids became heavier and she fell asleep shortly after lying down.
…
After hearing the screen, Yaoying's breathing became long and steady, and Tamara returned to the inside.
The candle flickered, he moved the candlestick to the low couch, sat on the edge of the couch, looked at her face carefully, rolled up the quilt, held a soft handkerchief in his hand, held up her wrist through the handkerchief, and probed with his two fingers for a while. pulse.
Yaoying's body is getting hotter and hotter, and sweat is leaking from her temples.
Tamara frowned, took a hot water towel, and wiped it for her.
She felt his soft movements in her dream and reached out and grabbed his sleeve.
"Mage..."
She called out unconsciously, with a hoarse voice that sounded extraordinarily intimate.
Like a whisper.
Tamara's movements paused for a moment, then pulled out the sleeves of his cassock and continued to wipe.
"Mage..."
Yaoying then called him and pulled his sleeve again, clenching her fingers.
Tamara ripped open his sleeves.
"Mage, it hurts..."
she said suddenly.
The raving voice was low, and there was a light humming between the nose, not complaining, nor complaining, but in front of trusted people, he would put down all defenses.
Tanmaraga paused, her thick eyelashes drooping down, covering all her thoughts.
"Where does it hurt?"
After a while, he asked softly.
Yaoying curled up into a ball, sweat oozing from her skin: "My whole body hurts..."
Tamara was motionless, and after a while, she leaned over, her slender fingers slowly approached her cheek, and stopped steadily when she was about to touch her.
He fixed his eyes on her face, looked at it for a long time, lowered his head and took off the Bodhizi holding bead on his wrist, held up her wrist through the handkerchief, and held the bead on her wrist.
Bodhi beads are used as Dharma holders, exorcise evil spirits, increase wisdom, eliminate disasters, increase merit, and relieve pain...
This string of beads has been worn by him for many years.
He put on a holding bead for her and recited scriptures.
May your pain be relieved, may you be free from illness and disaster, all your wishes will be fulfilled, and suffering will be auspicious.
Hearing the familiar, cold and swaying sound of chanting, Yaoying gradually calmed down, her fingers still clutching the sleeves of Tamaroka's cassock.
He didn't draw his sleeves.
Footsteps sounded outside the screen, and Bamir told him that Bi Su was here.
"Let him wait."
Tamara looked at Yaoying and said.
A quarter of an hour later, the calming effect of the mandala came up, Yaoying's slightly frowning brows loosened a little, she stopped whispering, and the hand holding his sleeve also loosened.
Tamaro Gada waited for a while, put her exposed hand back into the quilt, sat back in front of the desk, wrote down her reaction in Sanskrit, and then got up and went out.
…
it's getting dark.
Bi Su waited in the yard and watched Tanmaraga come out with a serious expression.
"Wang, in your eyes, is Princess Wenzhao different from others?"
If Li Yaoying was just an ordinary woman, if she, like Princess Manda, used her beauty to charm people's hearts... Then Bi Su would never be so panicked as she is now.
She is not an ordinary woman, she has an incomparable beauty like a goddess, and she can always communicate with Lorgar.
Bi Su is a man. After spending so much time with Li Yaoying, he is more and more worried that Luo Jia will be emotional for her.
He waited for Lorgar to answer, his eyes perplexed.
The night wind blew, and Tamara stood in front of the porch, the moonlight fell on his shoulders, and his cassocks were flying.
"Different."
He said lightly.
Bi Suo was shocked, he had already guessed it would be like this, but he still couldn't believe it when he saw Tanmaraga's face frankly admit it.
"Wang, Princess Wenzhao can no longer stay in the royal court." He said firmly, "Princess is a Chinese girl, you are a noble Buddha!"
If it goes on like this, it will not be a good thing for either Tanmaraga or Li Yaoying. Luo Jia will ruin her practice because of her emotions, and Li Yaoying will be regarded as a witch who tempts the Buddha to fall. She will face reproach, hatred, and contempt from everyone. The fanatical believers will do anything, and they will spare no effort to destroy her.
Tanmaraka stared at the night with a calm expression, and said, "The seven emotions and six desires are all natural. Human nature has the desire to eat and drink, and there is no need to avoid it. People who practice cultivation are meant to cut off all kinds of desires and desires and sharpen their minds."
It is nature to have seven emotions and six desires. He is a mortal person, and his emotions are also normal, so there is no need to taboo.
He is a practitioner, and emotion is just a catastrophe he encountered on the way of his practice.
The heart does not move, the flag does not move.
He was originally an ancient well. In the well, a water lotus grew quietly, lonely and lonely. She came across thousands of mountains and rivers, like a spring breeze blowing through the still water, ripples, and the water lotus swayed gently.
The wind stops, the water stops.
All kinds of things in the world can't move, love is like dew, beauty is like a bubble.
She will return to the distant Han land to be reunited with her relatives and be happy all her life.
He will continue to practice alone, even if his body is broken, he will not look back.
Bi Su smiled bitterly.
He believed that Tanmaraka had a firm heart and could handle the relationship with Li Yaoying well. But things in the world are not so simple.
Luo Jia is the monarch of the royal court, the son of Buddha admired by the people, and he is also the regent king Sultan Gu...
Bi Suo calmed down and said, "King, the story of Princess Wenzhao's rivalry with princesses from other countries has spread, and the people privately cursed her with the most unpleasant words, saying that she obstructed the king's practice, that she was wishful thinking, and that she was shameless and lowly. She said that she would be punished and fall into the hell of Shura forever... She said that she was punished by gods and Buddhas in her dream, and everyone believed it, because they believed that unless she became a monk like Moderna, she would definitely suffer from evil consequences."
"Wang, Princess Wenzhao will eventually return to the Han land. For her own good, you can no longer treat her like this."
"I am willing to take care of Princess Wenzhao for the king, Wang, I will do my best to protect the princess, and I will do whatever I can."
Tamara turned back and looked at Bi Su, her blue eyes were quiet.
Bi Suo sighed inwardly and knelt down on one knee: "Wang, this minister and Princess Wenzhao are friends. This minister swears that he will never dare or do anything malicious to the princess... This minister is just worried about Princess Wenzhao's situation."
He closed his eyes, clenched his fists with both hands, and was ruthless.
"Wang, your affection for Princess Wenzhao is likely to bring disaster to Princess Wenzhao, and it will be life-threatening."
"They will throw Princess Wenzhao into a real altar of fire and burn her alive to cleanse her of her sins, just like the execution of the heretic demon girl."
The courtroom was eerily quiet.
The night wind blew Tan Mo Luojia's cassock, and he said, "Bisuo, whether I am tempted or not has nothing to do with Princess Wenzhao."
The tone is majestic, with a hint of warning.
Regardless of his intentions or not, all the consequences will be borne by him alone, and have nothing to do with Li Yaoying.
Hearing his determination, Bi Suo was deeply saddened, and bitterness flashed across his face.
"Please take note."
He understands Tamara, and he knows that Lha will not escape, and that no matter what the outcome is, Lha will bear all the bitterness alone.
That's why he was so worried.
…
Bi Su got up and left the grotto.
The fear that had haunted him for years resurfaced.
He remembered what Master said before his death: "Bisuo, don't be soft-hearted, don't hesitate... One day, you will kill him with your own hands."
This sentence, Luo Jia also told him.
"Bi Su, don't hesitate, I am seriously ill, and I am a dying person."
Bi Su wiped the corners of his eyes.
…
Many years ago, Tanmaraga practiced the exercises.
He is strong-willed, not only enduring the huge physical pain, but also the mental test, except that he will appear extraordinarily indifferent when exercising, there is no abnormality.
Before his death, the master called Bi Suo and handed him a knife.
"Bisuo, you are Luo Jia's classmate. In the future, if Luo Jia becomes mad and starts killing, you will kill him with your own hands."
Bi Su was shocked: "Master, Luo Jia is a son of the Buddha. He practiced the exercises because he couldn't bear to watch the guards die tragically. How could he open the killing ring?"
Poroliuzhi said in a trembling voice, "There is no absolute in the world... Have you heard the story of General Saissan?"
Bi Suo nodded, of course he knew that every young man in the royal court wanted to be a hero like General Sai Sang Er.
Porolius looked at him with pity.
"Bisuo, General Sai Sang Er is my senior brother... He did not die in the conspiracy of the noble family... He died under the sword of his master."
Bi Su's eyes widened.
Porolius stroked the knife in his hand.
"Senior brother has cultivated in the king's temple since he was a child, and practiced the exercises. He is the best apprentice brother in the same school. He has the best understanding and temperament. The apprentice brothers admire him very much."
"At the age of fourteen, my brother began to follow his father and brother to fight for the king's court, and he beheaded the enemy in the first battle. At the age of eighteen, his brother led three thousand cavalry out of the Congling Mountains, defeated the Turkic Khanate, wiped out eight thousand enemies, and captured more than twenty thousand prisoners. People... He is strong in martial arts, strong in temperament, nothing can defeat him... "
"Senior brother has been loyal and upright all his life, he has stood firm on the frontier for the king's court, completely controlled the east and west trade routes in the hands of the king's court, overcame the enemy and conquered the distance, and fought bravely. The flag of the king's court fluttered in the snowy desert. , The powerful dynasties in the West dare not invade the royal court..."
"Senior brother regards soldiers as sons and is deeply loved by his subordinates. He is upright and brave, indifferent to fame and fortune, never proud of his military exploits.
"Senior brother often said that as a son of Wang Ting, as a person who practiced martial arts, one should be loyal to the country and protect the common people."
Speaking of which, Porolius' turbid eyes filled with tears.
"Master said that Senior Brother is the most suitable person to practice the exercises. His heart is so pure and pure, no matter how suspicious the royal family is or how crowded the family is, he always puts the royal court and the common people first in his heart. He is born a hero, absolutely It won't go crazy."
"Until that year... When the senior brother went out to fight, his mother accidentally offended the queen mother and the royal family and was poisoned to death by the queen mother. The queen mother was afraid that the matter would be exposed, and under the instigation of the traitor, she simply did not do the two endlessly, bribing the bandits to kill the senior brother. The family of the family, put the blame on the family, the brother's family fled the city to report the news, and they were all killed... By the time the king found out, the queen mother had already made a big mistake, and the family watched with indifference... In the end, the brother's family died..."
Porolius smiled wryly.
"Senior brother fought a big victory and led his troops to victory. How should I tell my brother..."
"He did everything for the royal court and came back happily, but I want to tell him, brother, your family is all dead, your father, your mother, your pregnant wife and a pair of children, your brothers and sisters... all died. Ah! Died at the hands of traitors and nobles..."
Porolius stared at his trembling hand.
"Later, when the senior brother came back, Wang was afraid that the senior brother would go crazy, and even more that the soldiers who admired him would rebel. He could only cover up the evidence and cover up his mother... The senior brother didn't know anything, he thought that his family died in an accident... The family deliberately The news broke to him…”
Cesare went crazy.
He rushed into the palace with a knife and started killing people along the way. The palace guards were his subordinates, and they were neither his opponents nor could they attack him, but they couldn't just watch him kill innocent people indiscriminately.
In the end, Sai Sang Er's master led the monks and soldiers of the king's temple to besiege Sai Sang Er.
Porolyuchi was still very young at that time, and sneaked in.
He will never forget that rainy night.
The great hero most admired by the young men of the royal court is like a trapped beast, fighting with his fellow disciples and brothers, blood and blood flying.
Sai Sang Er finally died under the sword of his master.
"The eagle soaring in the sky, the wolf galloping across the desert, he didn't die on the battlefield, he didn't die under the enemy's sword, he died in the hands of his own people! Royal court guard, master, his junior brother... The Chinese army dispatched hundreds of people, set traps, and even captured a distant relative of him, just to lure him and besiege him... That night, Wang Si was bloodied, and I will never forget..."
"Sassanel is dead at our hands..."
All the monks from Wang Temple who participated in the encirclement and suppression of Sai Sang Er could not forget that night. They became depressed and ran away one after another, becoming ascetic monks.
Since then, the royal family has declined, the country has declined, and several generations of monarchs of the Tanmo family have become the puppets of the family.
Until the birth of Tamara.
Porolius squeezed Bi Su's shoulders tightly.
"Senior brother was not killed by the master... He is begging for death..."
Before Sai Sang Er died, he glanced around, looked at his classmate, and murmured, "I'm sorry."
The brothers knelt before his corpse, tears streaming down their faces.
Sai Sang Er woke up at the last moment, he realized that he had killed too many innocent people when he was crazy, gave up resistance, and went to death calmly.
The brothers and sisters would rather he was not awake, rather he was really crazy.
How painful it must be for a hero to lose everything, the belief that he has held all his life to collapse, and finally to die soberly.
Porolyuzhi looked at Bi Su, his face twisted.
"For so many years... only Luo Jia resembles him the most, and Luo Jia is the most suitable person to practice this technique... If God's will is like this... You have to watch him carefully, be loyal to him, and don't let him fall into the situation of Saisan... "
"If one day... kill him, set him free..."
…
A gust of cool wind blew, and Bi Suo woke up from her memory, stood in front of the steps, and shuddered.
No matter which path Lorgar chooses, he will never raise the knife to Lorgar.
He knew that Lorgar would not give up his faith easily.
Therefore, he is not afraid of Luo Jia's relapse.
He was afraid of Luo Jia's emotions.
Relapse won't shake Lorgar's will, but emotion will be different. If he is not emotional, there is nothing in this world that can hurt him. If he is emotional, he will have a weakness. But his identity and the exercises he practices are destined for him not to have weaknesses and worries.
Paraliuzhi said that there is only one monarch with the name of the son of Buddha, Lorgar. He has been restrained since he was a child, and the more restrained he is, the more powerful he will be when he erupts in the future.
He has never been moved, thinking that his emotions are just a momentary throbbing, but he doesn't know that, when he is emotional, how can he not be lustful
If you are motivated, there will be all kinds of unfulfilled desires, all kinds of resentment, all kinds of separation of life and death... Each of them may cause Luo Jia to lose his mind.
Luo Jia wanted to make Princess Wenzhao become a monk... In fact, he was already motivated by greed, and he wanted her to stay.
But Princess Wen Zhao would not stay.
Bi Su didn't want to see Luo Jia feel sad about this.
Knowing that he will lose it, it is cruel to let him get it for a short time.
Bi Suo looked down at the saber at his waist, sighed deeply, calmed down his thoughts, and stepped into the thick night.
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