Its daybreak.
At the end of the war, the magnificent holy city was in ruins, with ruins and ruins everywhere, and the golden palace gate of the palace was burnt to black in the fire.
But all survived.
The slush splashed outside the city, and a letter was sent back to the holy city. The ten-mile long street was crowded with people who survived the disaster. The cheers of victory and the songs of praise for the Buddha reverberated in the brilliant morning light, and the sound stopped the clouds.
As the horn sounded, the crowd boiled, and everyone rushed to the city gate excitedly, waiting to welcome the return of the Buddha.
The avenues were crowded with people standing shoulder to shoulder, and there was almost no place to go.
The ground beneath his feet trembled faintly, and the sound of neat horse hooves came. Walking in the forefront were hundreds of sergeants in black clothes and silver armor, riding armored horses, followed by five soldiers with bows on their shoulders and long swords on their waists. The military appearance is neat and dignified.
At the back of the army are groups of tribal soldiers in animal skins. They are from different tribes, without shirts. All of them are disheveled and covered in blood. Thousand devils.
No one ridiculed them for their savagery and vulgarity.
The people looked at them gratefully, put their left fist on their chest, and expressed their sincere gratitude to them.
The array entered the city, passed through the long street with piles of rubble, and spread out to the long roads on both sides.
Drums thumped, like muffled thunder exploding in everyone's heart.
In the middle of the array, one person rode slowly on a horse, wearing a blood-stained monk robe, holding a long black knife, a pair of blue eyes full of clear sky after the rain, deep and cold, without sorrow or joy, with a handsome face, The imposing manner is graceful, and the statue stands on the high Buddhist temple overlooking all living beings.
He fought ruthlessly, like a sharp sword made of ice and snow, slashing all evil spirits, glaring anger, and subduing all demons.
He smiled slightly, and that was a noble snow lotus blooming in the Sword Forest of Sword Mountain. The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, merciful and generous, still unattainable.
This is their son of Buddha, holy and noble, who has earned them peace in the turbulent times, keeping the Northern Rong army raging in various countries out of the royal court, so that they can live and work in peace and contentment, and sing while fighting the land.
The morning sun was shining, he rode on a horse, bathed in a brilliant golden light, and his robes flew like a god.
The sound of the drums stopped, and so did the sound of the wind. Everyone held their breaths and looked up at Tamaroka.
After a while, a cry with a cry broke the silence, and someone fell to the ground, kowtowing and thanking him. With this sound, the other people came to their senses and knelt down to the ground. Countless people rushed forward, shouted the Buddha's name of Tamara, and burst into tears.
Tamara turned a deaf ear, looked indifferent, did not say a word, and walked towards the king's temple.
The devotees knelt down behind him and folded their hands in prayer.
After the army formation, Li Zhongqian looked at the maddened people in all directions, frowning, and then glanced at the soldiers who were looking at Tamaroka with the same fanatical eyes, his face became more and more gloomy, and he looked back at Yaoying.
Yaoying, dressed in military uniform and a felt hat, covered her face, walked side by side with him, and smiled at him when she saw him turn back.
Li Zhongqian said with a sullen face: "Look, these believers regard Buddha's sons as gods, even the lieutenants in the army. Who do you like is not good, like a monk?"
Yaoying smiled: "Brother, didn't you tell me to take Sultan back to Gaochang, and you asked him to take good care of me..."
Li Zhongqian brows furiously. These days, as long as he thinks about sending Yaoying, whose eyes were injured, to Tanmoraga, he will not be angry.
"How did I know at that time that Sultan was Thamaraga!"
Yaoying blinked at him, her eyelashes flickered, her dark eyes flashed with a cheerful smile, as if rubbing into the sunlight, twinkling, sparkling.
Li Zhongqian was stunned.
He knew that Mingyuenu had always been on his mind. She wanted to beware of Li De and Li Xuanzhen. She thought about everything for him. Every time she sent him to battle, she was afraid that he would never return.
She was sensible since she was a child. He didn't ask her to marry a high-class son. He only hoped that she would be safe and happy, without worries, laugh whenever she wanted, and no longer have to worry about being hurt by Li De and Li Xuanzhen.
The current Mingyue slaves are unconstrained and unfettered. Haidu Aling led 100,000 coalition troops to besiege the holy city. She immediately thought of using this opportunity to attack his suzerain, trap him in the royal court, annihilate the rest of his troops in one fell swoop, completely eradicate the grass, and at the same time let the Western army stand up and sweep away The obstacle of the Western Army, instead of rushing to the rescue with the Western Army recklessly.
Mingyuenu has grown up long ago. In the past, he protected his younger sister, but later, it was the younger sister who was protecting his brother.
Li Zhongqian couldn't explain what he felt in his heart. He was relieved, proud, and even a little bit of melancholy.
The anger dissipated little by little.
He snorted coldly: "In your current status, you can choose Lang Jun. You really like him. If you have nothing to do, you can come to see him in the royal court. Don't think about the rest. My brother-in-law can't be a monk!"
Yaoying didn't say anything.
Yuanjue rode forward to meet them, and led the two to the other courtyard to rest first.
"Where's the mage? He should rest too." Yao Ying said.
Yuanjue replied: "The monks in the temple have set up a dojo in the square in front of the main hall of Wang Temple to worship the Buddha. This afternoon, Wang will go to preside over the dharma assembly, and lead the monks to pray for the dead soldiers and save the souls of the dead. Go and pray."
Yaoying nodded. She remembered that it was the same in the past. After the war, the Tanmaraga Society presided over the dharma meeting, chanting sutras and praying for blessings.
She and Li Zhongqian went to other courtyards, convened troops, counted the number of people, collected information from all parties, sent letters one by one, instructed Bodhidharma in Gaochang to issue edicts, and arranged for troops to go to various places to retrieve the detained refugees.
An hour later, Yuanjue came over.
"Princess, the king invites you to go to the Wang Temple."
Li Zhongqian frowned and asked, "What are you doing at the Wang Temple?"
Now everyone in the royal court knew that Tan Moraga had a relationship with Yaoying and asked her to go to the Wang Temple. What should the believers do when they became mad
Yuanjue bowed and said, "Please be patient with Duke Wei. There are guards guarding both inside and outside the temple. The monks in the temple and the people present will never dare to embarrass the princess."
Yaoying was worried about Tan Moraga in her heart. After writing a letter, she clapped her hands, "Let me lead the way."
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King Temple.
In the square, the prayer flags fluttering, the flower garlands are surrounded, the incense burner emits smoke, the mist is thick, and hundreds of silver candles are burning brightly, illuminating the high platform brilliantly.
The Sanskrit bell, golden drum, chime, zheng drum, and cymbal sounded in sequence, and the Sanskrit sound burst forth.
On the dharma platform, Tan Moraga sits upright in front of the Buddha statue, wearing a white gold cassock, singing and praying to transcendence scriptures, the whole body seems to be enveloped by the Buddha's light, the bearing is noble and elegant, and the voice is cold and reverent.
The monks in robes stood under the platform and chanted the scriptures together.
The crowd was surging under the Fatai, and the darkness was overwhelming, and all the people of the whole city came. They folded their hands and prayed, silently reciting the names of their deceased relatives, and tears rolled out of their eyes.
Generals in the army, officials who stayed in the holy city, chiefs of various ministries, lords and envoys from other countries who came from various places with the reinforcements also bowed and recited scriptures in the audience.
The sound of chanting is like thousands of rivers merging into the sea, condensing into vast waves.
At the end of the solemn ceremony, everyone bowed their heads and wiped away their tears.
Tan Moraga got up, and his blue eyes looked around, his eyes were clear and light, and under the attention of the believers and monks, he put down the tin stick in his hand, walked down the high platform step by step, and walked towards the Buddhist temple.
The people looked around at a loss, looked at each other in dismay, raised their feet to follow him, and called his Dharma name.
The Janissaries stopped them outside the hall.
Tamara Ka said nothing.
Several candles were also lit in the main hall, and the blue smoke filled the air. Master Venatito stood in front of the Buddhist temple, leaning on a copper rod in his hand, and his old face showed a bit of compassion.
Tamara walked into the main hall, the golden light flashing on the cassock was like wrinkled water waves, he raised his head, looked up at the golden Buddha in the hall, and put his hands together.
"I led the army to kill the enemy and cast countless murders, and I should be punished."
Master Tito sighed and said slowly, "Your Majesty, the people and monks already know your identity as the regent. You have saved all people from fire and water, and you are still the son of Buddha in the eyes of the people. You should not be punished."
There was no expression on Tamara's face. Looking at the Buddha statue, he said lightly: "One day as a monk, one should obey the precepts."
He paused for a moment, "This is my last penalty."
Master Tito was stunned, his wrinkled face shook a few times, and he was almost unsteady.
"King..." He reacted with a sad expression on his face, "General Sai Sang Er was personally killed by the monks and soldiers in the temple... The temple masters and the others did not want to repeat the same mistakes, so they panicked when they learned that you were the queen regent and listened to Princess Chima and the others, thinking that You lose your mind and kill innocent people indiscriminately... The people are kept in the dark, they don't know the government, they don't know the internal entanglements of the royal family, naturally they can't understand the king's painstaking efforts..."
Venerable Titus sighed deeply and saluted Thammaraja.
"Do you want to give up the way you have practiced for many years because the world doesn't understand it? You are talented and intelligent, you are the most gifted and wise person I have ever met, and you are the most proud disciple of Paraluchi. If you can concentrate on Studying Buddhist doctrines will become a great tool for enlightenment in the future, and it would be a pity to give up halfway!"
Tanmaraka's expression was indifferent, but his eyes were firm: "All dharmas are based on the mind, one thought of the mind, all actions, clear mind and see nature, and see nature and become a Buddha. The path chosen by the monks in the temple and I was originally different, and since the path is different, No need to go the same way.”
"When I was a child, I saw that the ministers in the court were intrigued and only cared about the immediate interests. The people were living in hardships and suffered from war. I once said to the master that I would like to spend my life to calm the troubled world and keep the royal court away from the war."
"If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell will go to hell. It's okay to fight wars to stop wars."
"The world doubts me, hates me, and the monks despise me and laugh at me. For me, it's like a passing glance."
He remembered his beliefs, eliminated the fire of war, made the president of the court in peace for a long time, and eliminated the army.
Master Tito trembled: "Then why did the king give up his own way?"
Tamara Ka folded his legs and said, "What is the Tao?"
Mage Tito was startled.
Looking at the Buddha statue, Tammaraka said slowly: "A thousand rivers have water, a thousand rivers and a moon, the moon is like Buddha-nature, a thousand rivers are like sentient beings, the Buddha-nature is in people's hearts, the moon illuminates the river water, reflecting everything, every river can reflect the moon, I Like a thousand rivers, it also has my Buddha-nature, my bright moon, and my Tao."
"For more than 20 years, I have shouldered the royal court, devoted myself to cultivation, and did not dare to be slighted in the slightest... I am worthy of the royal court, worthy of my beliefs, and only worthy of one person."
"She knows me, understands me, and I went through the storms and forged ahead together. When I faced her, I was full of desires, greed and anger, and I couldn't calm down. When I recited sutras, I couldn't stop it. I used to think that this life would last forever. When you fall into hell, you can only fulfill your selfishness after death. The moment she came back, I knew that this obsession was deeply rooted in my heart and unforgettable. "
"Life is like morning dew, I can cultivate my way even if I am not in the Samana."
"If I want to cut off my desires and never see her again, my life will be like an empty shell with no fun at all."
He has sunk into lust and yearns for her all the time, so he doesn't have to deceive himself.
Master Titus heard Thamaraga's determination and will.
He takes the people of the world as his own responsibility, and bears the entire royal court by himself. The Buddha beads and steel swords in one hand did not make him sway and doubt. He always remembers his beliefs and responsibilities. Therefore, when he desires, he is equally determined.
"Wang..." Master Tiduo sighed, "Princess Wenzhao's affection for you and her kindness to the royal court have been spread throughout the royal court. You are precious as a son of the Buddha, and when you combine with her, the world will no longer obstruct and abuse her."
He is also a Buddhist son of the royal court, and the believers admire him and worship him, and can tolerate him and Princess Wenzhao continue to communicate.
The corners of Tan Moraga's lips twitched slightly: "On my path of cultivation, it is enough to have her by my side."
It is impossible for him to let her continue to communicate with him without a name, and let her be secretly scolded by the world.
If he wants her, he will give her everything, let her have no worries and laugh.
Venerable Tito shook his head, grief-stricken, helpless, and arguing with the Buddha's son, who can argue with the Buddha's son
It's a pity that the wisest disciple of Pololiuzhi is indeed a dead end.
He raised his staff.
Tamara closed his eyes.
"Buddha!"
"king!"
There was cries in front of the temple gate, and the people rushed into the Buddhist temple, knelt down on the ground, and walked forward on their knees: "King, you should not be punished!"
Mage Tito closed his eyes and dropped his staff.
The first stick fell ruthlessly, he folded his hands and recited the scriptures silently, remembering that day, she knelt in the hall, saying that she had cut off her mind and would never appear in front of him again.
When the monks questioned, she did not want to cause him trouble, and answered cautiously.
As everyone knows, at that time, she had no other thoughts in her heart. Instead, it was him who was high above the Buddhist temple. Evil thoughts arose in her heart. As a monarch, her desire to control grew secretly, and she wanted to trap her in the king's temple and accompany him every day.
The second stick, the third stick... One stick after another fell, and Thamaraga's forehead dripped with fine sweat, motionless and silent.
Twenty years passed by with this stick, her face appeared in his mind, she smiled slightly, and the gloomy sky was brightened a little.
Thousands of mountains and rivers, lofty mountains and mountains, she came from a long way, causing waves and greed in him, who was as calm as water.
Perhaps it was the Buddha's tempering on him, and he failed the Buddha's test.
But he was delighted.
The people stared at him blankly.
…
Outside the Buddhist temple, Yao Ying, who came in a hurry, saw the scene in the temple at a glance, and stayed for a while, then rushed down the steps and ran towards the main hall.
"Princess!"
Yuanjue several people hurriedly stopped her, even helped her, helped her to the front of the steps, and persuaded in a low voice: "Princess, the king has ordered, this is the punishment he should receive... No one can be punished for him. , after this punishment is over, it will be fine in the future, you must not go in, the king will blame us."
Yaoying stopped and stood in front of the main hall, watching the staff in the hall fall on his back in the distance, her heart trembled, and her fingers tightly clenched her sleeves.
Li Zhongqian also followed her, stood beside her, raised his eyebrows, and did not speak.
In the hall, Tanmaraka finished the torture in silence, with bloodstains oozing from the robe.
Mage Titus, panting, put down his staff, sighed, and saluted him.
Tamara raised his eyes, stood up slowly, returned a salute, turned around, and looked over the tearful believers in the temple, across the empty vestibule, over the flying prayer flags, and fell straight onto Yao Ying outside the temple. .
He stood in the temple.
She stood outside the temple gate.
Separated by a door, separated by the insurmountable Samana and the mortal world, separated by a long distance, the two looked at each other.
Everything around him faded away, and all the things he had known since acquaintance came to his mind, only she was left in his eyes, and only him could be seen in her eyes.
He called her princess again and again.
She called him mage.
Tears flashed in Yaoying's eyes.
Tamara stood in front of the Buddha statue, her face was pale and sweating profusely, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she smiled slightly.
With this smile, it was as if the breeze was blowing, and by the Sansheng Pool, the clean and cold water lotus slowly spread its petals and bloomed in the wind.
In an instant, the brilliance shines.
Yaoying's heart aches.
Tanmaraka stared at her and walked out of the hall.
The devotees wept loudly, climbed forward, stretched out their hands to pull the sleeves and hem of his robe, and tried to keep him.
"Buddha! You are still our Buddha!"
"It is said that Mordenga and Ananda used to be the husband and wife of one life and one life. You and Princess Wenzhao were also married in a previous life. Princess Wenzhao staying in the Wang Temple will not damage your reputation. You will always be a Buddhist son we admire!"
"Buddha, you can't leave the king's temple! You are the reincarnation of Ananda, the incarnation of God and Buddha!"
The devotees burst into tears, knelt down and kowtowed, begged, cried, and repented.
As if he had never heard of it, Tamara walked through the vestibule, through the crawling believers, through the shocked courtiers, generals, and chiefs, and went up the stairs, step by step, stepped out of the corridor, and walked in front of Yaoying. , raised his hand and tore off his cassock.
The cassock flew across the promenade, fluttering in the wind, flying higher and higher, and then falling.
Outside the Wang Temple, the crowd was swarming with tens of thousands of people.
The news in the hall had already spread outside the temple, and a news spread like wildfire. Everyone couldn't believe it. They were stunned. They gathered under the long steps, raised their heads, and watched the cassock slowly fall.
Thousands of eyes focused on the cassock.
As the cassock fell to the ground, there was a commotion in the crowd, and a cry full of pain and loss came out, followed by another. People shivered lightly, tears streamed down, there were sobbing sounds in all directions, and the waves were churning and surging.
Their king is still vulgar.
Long wind hunting.
Tan Mo Luojia looked at Yao Ying, her shoulders and underwear were already soaked with blood, dripping with sweat, and waves were surging in her deep blue eyes.
"Mingyue slave, from today onwards, I am no longer one of the monks."
"I want to live a good life."
The heart is like still water, life and death are just a matter of the blink of an eye, and there is no need to force it. Having troubles, he wanted to get along with her day and night, he wanted to live, and he wanted to accompany her.
Yaoying has tears in her eyes.
She knew that he had practiced Buddhism since he was a child and never asked him to return to the secular world. Whether he was a monarch of the royal court, a monk, or a Sultan who could never reveal his identity, she didn't care. In her eyes, he was the best Tanmo. Loga.
But he was still vulgar.
She frowned slightly, and smiled with tears, "You lunatic."
Tamara lightly smiled, the smile was gentle, but the tone was unmistakably strong, with a sharp edge: "You have no chance to regret."
When she came back, she couldn't escape.
He staggered, frowning slightly.
Seeing the blood stains on his shoulders, Yaoying felt a pain in her heart and held his arm, "You're a lunatic, and I don't despise you either."
The next road, she will walk with him.
Tamaroka smiled lowly, raised her head, and walked down the long steps with her slowly.
The people stared at them blankly.
They looked calm, snuggled, and walked through the long street step by step.
A carriage inlaid with eight treasures was waiting by the side of the road, and Bi Su and the officers of the Guards bowed respectfully to the two of them.
The footsteps on the long street were chaotic, and the generals, tribal chiefs, officials and lords in armor followed out of the Wang Temple, knelt down and kowtowed: "I respectfully send the king back to the palace."
Tamara is their king, and he is the only one who can shock all countries and make all the tribes submit. Regardless of whether he is still a secular world, the people of all places still worship him like a god. In the current royal court, no one can shake his throne.
The people still stared blankly at the two of them, got out of the way, and watched them board the carriage.
Outside the Wang Temple, Yuanjue carefully coughed twice, and smiled at Li Zhongqian, who was cleverly blocked by the guards just now.
"Duke Wei, look at how well-matched the king and the princess are, they are a match made in heaven!"
Li Zhongqian's mouth twitched and he sneered.
He didn't rush to stop Yaoying, but it wasn't because of Yuanjue's little tricks.
The author has something to say: "Thousands of rivers and the moon...the moon is like the Buddha's nature..." "All dharmas are idealistic..." These few lines of discussion about Buddhism are excerpted from Buddhist verses and related explanations.
"If you see me with color, and ask me with voice, you will be walking in the wrong way and will not be able to see the Tathagata." Quoted from the Diamond Sutra.
Correction of typo: There is a god in the previous article, which was accidentally used as a god.