The hall reverberates with solemn and solemn Sanskrit singing.
The fragrant flowers are stacked like mountains, and the gold and silver body-shaped Bodhisattva holds a lotus branch in one hand and a lotus in the other.
On the treasure couch, Thamaraga slopingly wears a cassock, with a clear face and deep eyes, and the whole body seems to have a faint Buddha light, which is more like a meditation Buddha than the golden image on the desk.
He looked at Yao Ying, his eyes were calm, as if he was overlooking all living beings in the clouds.
"The royal court is not a place for the princess to live. Munda Deva will leave the royal court tomorrow morning. The princess can walk with him. My personal guard, Yuanjue, will escort the princess to Tianzhu."
Yaoying's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her slender winking eyes fixedly looked at Tamaroka.
Beirong was defeated three times by Tamaraga, and Wakhan Khan and Haidu Aling would not dare to attack the royal court for a while. She fled to the royal court and was sheltered by Tanmaraka, so she could breathe a sigh of relief for the time being, but Tanmaraka was seriously ill and there was no news from Prajna. If Tanmaraka died, the royal court would be in danger, Haidu Ling will not let her go.
In the past few days, Yaoying has thought about it, if Thamaraga still cannot escape the tragedy of illness and death, she will go to Tianzhu with Mundativa, and then return to the Central Plains by sea.
As long as Haidu Aling is still alive, she will never be able to return to her homeland by way of Helong, and can only detour to Tianzhu, otherwise she will still fall into Haidu Aling's hands.
These were the decisions she made after careful consideration.
Therefore, she was not idle during the period of her detention. Every day, she took her own soldiers to learn Sanskrit with the monks.
Unexpectedly, Tamara also thought of this method.
He is the monarch of the royal court, and he is not related to her, so why would he consider her so thoroughly
And even the manpower to escort her to Tianzhu has been arranged.
He will be dead soon, and he has not forgotten to think about her, a stranger.
Yaoying's eyes fell on Tan Moraga's leg.
The wide cassock covered the swollen legs, and from the outside, it seemed that he was just sitting cross-legged in meditation.
Before his life, he worshipped and worshipped all the people, guarded the royal court all his life, and maintained a cross-legged posture after his death.
When the Beirong people captured the holy city and rushed into the Buddhist temple, when they saw his corpse, no one dared to step forward.
The people of the Western Regions said that Tamara was really the incarnation of Ananda, so he could not be damaged in the flesh, and he could attain the Way through sitting.
Yao Ying had never seen the eminent monk who was sitting in meditation. She looked at the calm and beautiful face of Tamara Ka, and imagined that this person concealed her illness, became weak and haggard day by day, worked hard for Wang Ting, until she died alone, and a burst of excitement appeared in her heart. A touch of sourness.
When he was young, his tribe was brutally slaughtered by the Zhang clan, and Princess Chima hated the Han people because of this. He did not anger the innocent and was always kind.
Yaoying and her elder brother Li Zhongqian have lived carefully for more than ten years because of the anger of Li De and Li Xuanzhen and their sons. It is hard not to feel touched when they encounter a monarch like Tan Mo Luojia who has been through ups and downs but can still maintain a generous and gentle monarch in the turbulent times.
She admires such people.
Too bad she couldn't help him.
Yaoying froze for a while, took a step forward, knelt on the edge of the couch, picked up the wooden tray with flowers on the table next to it, wrapped it in a light gauze, folded it into the shape of an ingot, and gently stuffed it into Tamara's place. Next to the cassock, next to his legs.
The surrounding guards were full of surprise, not knowing what she wanted to do, and did not move for a while.
Tamara was slightly startled.
Yaoying leaned forward half of her body and carefully adjusted the seat of the wooden plate. There were a few trembling candles on Crow Crow's temples, her skin was snow-white, and the red ribbon of her hair was hanging around her neck. Skin radiates a creamy glow.
In the strong fragrance of the room, there was a light sweet fragrance on her body.
"Mage, try it, so you can feel better."
Yaoying raised her head and smiled at Tanmoraga, her bright eyes curved into two crescents.
When she was a child, she couldn't get down and walk around, and could only lie down and lean on it every day. This was the way the doctor taught her.
Tanmaraka's eyes floated in confusion - but it was still faint, like a flowing cloud brushing across the clear sky, without a trace of ripples.
He understood and put his hands together.
Yaoying responded with a salute, got up and left.
She couldn't do anything for him, she just hoped that this man would have less pain before his death.
Yuanjue sent Yaoying out of the main hall.
As the two walked through the promenade, two grunts suddenly sounded in the corner.
The guarding soldiers retreated.
The grunt became lower, with the hint of a demonstration warning.
Yaoying raised her head, a shudder rolled over her body.
An ancient money-patterned leopard stood in the shadow of the wall, condescendingly, looking down at the crowd. The pale yellow leopard's eyes glowed with a terrifying phosphorescence in the dim night.
Yuanjue stood in front of Yaoying and swallowed nervously.
"This is a leopard raised by the regent. It's wild and untouched. Just listen to the regent's words... Princess, don't move, don't look at it!"
Yaoying looked away and remained motionless - seeing the leopard lurking in the dark, her legs were a little weak, and she couldn't move if she wanted to.
The human leopard confronted for a moment, footsteps came from the depths of the corridor, and a tall figure flashed by.
Yuanjue hurriedly whispered, "Prince Regent, Ali is here!"
The figure swayed twice, the sword on his waist gleamed coldly, turned around and went to the other direction, the leopard jumped off the high wall and followed.
Yaoying breathed a sigh of relief.
The Tai Chi Palace in Chang'an kept a lot of rare birds and animals. Li Zhongqian often took her to play in his spare time, including leopards, but those animals were donated as tributes, and they were very tame. She had never seen such a thing before. Fierce leopard.
That night, Prajna and Ashina Bisuo did not rush back to the Holy City.
The candles in the main hall burned all night, and the knights of the Chinese army who stayed behind in the holy city rushed back to the palace, which was heavily guarded.
In less than two hours, the news that the prince regent had abolished Xue Yan's hand spread throughout the holy city, and the ministers in the court temporarily calmed down and quietly recalled the spies who were wandering outside the palace.
When the monks in the monastery were praying for Tanmaraga, Munda Deva went back to his yard to pack up, gather his disciples and entourage, and prepare to leave.
Yaoying had already packed her bags and left with Munda Deva and her disciples.
After leaving the palace gate, Mundativa looked back at the palace behind her and sighed: "The poor monk is incompetent and cannot save the Buddha's son."
Yaoying drove her horse to follow him and asked, "Why don't you wait a few days?"
Mundativa turned around and folded her hands together: "Not a few days."
Yaoying was silent.
Munda Deva continued: "The Buddha's heart was kind, and he was worried that the ministers of the royal court would embarrass the poor monk and the princess. When the poor monk first came to the royal court, he debated the scriptures with the Buddha and lost to the Buddha. The poor monk and the Buddha made an agreement, Stay here to diagnose and treat him, today is the expiry date, and if you leave today, there is no reason for Minister Wang Ting to detain the poor monk."
He lost to Tamara, and according to the rules of debating scriptures, he should worship Tamara as his teacher. However, Tanmaraka said that the Buddhist scriptures they studied were different, and the liberation they pursued was also different. They did not dare to be his master, but only asked him to stay as a royal physician in the palace, and he could leave when the period expired.
Yaoying knew that Buddhism originated in Tianzhu, and after it spread to the Western Regions and Central Plains, it mixed with local beliefs. After hundreds of years of development, it gradually differentiated and evolved, resulting in different sects.
In the Western Regions, Buddhism occupies a dominant position. There are many eminent monks and towers and temples. From kings to slaves, they are the most devout believers. A large number of Buddhist temples have been built in various countries in the Western Regions, and a large number of Buddhist scriptures have been circulated. The monks in the Central Plains are called "Xiaoxitian".
In Munda Deva's hometown of Tianzhu, Buddhism has shown a trend of decline.
Yaoying remembered that Munda Deva had to come to the Western Regions despite all odds, why did he leave after only staying in the Western Regions for less than a year
She asked her own question.
Munda Deva smiled slightly: "The poor monk has seen the Buddha's son, and he knows that what he wants in his life is not in vain. The Buddha saves all beings, and each has its own karma. What form should be used to save, that is, in what form, the Western Regions are not poor. The monk's place of return."
Yaoying remembered the dark blue eyes of Tan Mo Luojia, and asked: "What kind of practice is the Buddha's son seeking?"
Munda Deva hesitated for a while, and seemed to be unable to find words to describe it. After a long silence, he said, "The Buddha chose a very difficult path of cultivation."
Yaoying sighed in her heart.
She thinks that Tanmaraka may be practicing Mahayana teachings.
Buddhism is divided into Theravada Buddhism and Mahayana Buddhism. In layman's terms, Theravada Buddhism believes that ordinary people cannot become Buddhas, and emphasizes self-cultivation in order to obtain the Tao and liberation of oneself, which is born of the world. Mahayana Buddhism believes that there are countless Buddhas in the three worlds and ten directions, and Sakyamuni is just one of them.
Tammaraka guards the royal court and has a heart for the people, apparently a Mahayana sect.
They left the palace, passed through stone walls, climbed the plank road, and walked through a long, narrow and dark grotto. Suddenly, a bright light penetrated in front of them, and the wind sent noisy voices.
The night Yaoying came to the holy city was late at night, and she has been staying in the palace since then. She has never seen the holy city during the day. She heard people's voices and looked around curiously.
Seeing this, she couldn't help holding her breath.
The morning light is faint, the sky is vast, the sky is clear and cloudless, and the blue is crystal clear.
The cascading mountains in the sky are lofty and undulating, towering into the clouds, and the budding morning light slants down, smearing a layer of brilliant golden light on the perennial snow on the top of the mountain, which is indescribably magnificent and majestic.
Halfway up the mountain, there are large areas of shades of green, surrounded by clouds and fog, and it is beautiful and charming, and you can vaguely see the ancient cave temples hidden in the mountains and forests. The valleys at the foot of the mountain are deep and deep, the river valleys are vertical and horizontal, and the large and small lakes are inlaid like pieces of blue emeralds, reflecting the blue sky, the lakeside is green and the terrain is gentle.
Yaoying looked to the south, and she saw the endless fertile fields with surging wheat waves.
And at the end of the fertile field is the holy city guarded by Tamara.
It was a magnificent and prosperous capital, with a wide long river flowing from west to east, flowing around the towering city wall, and towering towers at the four corners of the city wall, majestic. The layout of the city is as neat and uniform as that of Chang'an. At the northernmost end, there are more than a thousand garans standing on a high place surrounded by layers of palace steps and guards. The tower stands in it, magnificent, solemn and majestic, indicating its lofty and holy in the royal court.
That is the Buddhist temple of Tamara Ka.
The streets of the city are crowded with chariots and horses, and people from different tribes, dressed in different clothes and colors, walk through the streets and alleys. The streets outside the city are dusty, and merchants drive camels, elephants, horses, long-haired cattle and sheep. Walking into the city, the sound of pipa music is mixed with joyful laughter, a scene of prosperous and prosperous times.
Yaoying stopped her horse and looked at the holy city under her feet.
Majestic peaks, green valleys, prosperous capitals, row upon row of houses, undulating pagodas, mountains, lakes and mountains, peaceful and happy fireworks, like magnificent pictures, slowly unfolding in front of you.
In this desert 8,000 miles away from the Central Plains, she actually saw a splendid scene of peaches and plums blooming and mulberries everywhere.
If it weren't for the distant snow-capped peaks rushing into the sky, the endless yellow sand outside the long river, and the houses in the city that were completely different from the Central Plains, Yaoying almost thought that the plank road she had just crossed made her All of a sudden back to Jingnan.
This oasis country in the desert is so prosperous and rich.
It's no wonder that Bei Rong has always been in a position to win the king's court, and it's no wonder that Tamara has been supporting and protecting the capital for many years...
Yaoying stared at the noisy and lively holy city in the morning light, as if she saw the lonely life of Tamara.
Mundativa and her party had already walked away, and she was still standing at the entrance of the cave, staring at the scene in front of her in a daze.
The personal soldiers were as shocked as she was at what they saw, and for a long time, they couldn't return to their senses.
Yaoying lowered her head and found that they were standing on a high earth cliff. Below the cliff was a steep rock wall. A big river with sparkling waves meandered under the cliff, and the wind blew loudly.
That night, Tanmaraga took people back to the city after dark, and took a hidden path, climbing the high stone steps directly from the back mountain to enter the palace. She only saw a towering earth cliff and a large river that was dozens of feet wide. She saw nothing else, thinking that the Holy City was just an ordinary oasis town.
It turned out that the holy city was deep in the canyon, and the surrounding earth cliffs stood up, forming a natural barrier. This unique terrain is probably one of the reasons why Beirong has attacked the holy city several times and has not been able to attack it for a long time.
It's a pity, after the death of Tamara, this prosperous country is destined to fall under the iron hooves of the North Rong.
Yaoying turned her head.
The soldiers followed her one after another.
They went down the hillside and walked a long and deep mountain stream. When they turned back, they could no longer see the towering pagodas in the holy city.
The group stopped to rest, Yaoying fed her horse two grass cakes, and the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded like raindrops in front of her.
The sand and dust filled the sky, one person and one horse galloped like lightning, and the sound of horse hooves echoed between the steep cliffs.
Yuanjue, who escorted Yaoying to Tianzhu, jumped up suddenly, pointed at the rider on the horse, and said with ecstasy: "It's General Ashina! General Ashina is back!"
Yaoying followed his line of sight, and the young general on the horse had galloped close to her. It was a young man in his twenties, with blond hair and blue eyes, deep eyebrows, and a snow-white robe fluttering in the wind.
The eyes of the two met, and Ashina Bisu was absent-minded for a moment, and without stopping, the horse galloped past them.
Yaoying was stunned, and suddenly felt that the other party's eyes were a little familiar.
He also has green eyes.
…
Ashina Pisa rushed back in time, and Munda Deva immediately turned around and returned to the palace.
Tamara is saved.
Yaoying did not hesitate, and returned to the holy city with Munda Deva.
Returning to the Central Plains by sea from Tianzhu can certainly escape the Haidu Aling, but the journey is long and the risks are great, and she still hopes to return to the Central Plains from Helong if she has to.
Because she was afraid of missing out with Li Zhongqian.
She had been away for so long, Li Zhongqian would definitely come to her—regardless of whether his injury was healed or not, and whether the news of Ye Lu's demise had reached Chang'an or not, Yaoying was sure that as long as her brother was alive, she would definitely come to her.
Since Tamara is still alive, she should stay in order to find an opportunity to return to the Central Plains from Helong.
Haidu Aling will turn around and attack the Central Plains sooner or later. Instead of trembling every day, it is better to prepare early. Now he is just an unstable, irritable and gloomy prince of Beirong. He is far less sophisticated than him decades later. Since he has become an enemy of him, he will cut off his wings before his power grows!
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