God-level Consort of the Tang Dynasty

Du He turned around and asked curiously: "Abbot, do you have anything else to do? This man was killed, and the manure was given to you. What else do you want?"

Tan Zong said with a face full of shame: "Young Master Du, then, the matter of preaching the scriptures..."

Du He slapped his head, "Oh, I almost forgot, let's talk about the scriptures, let's do it early tomorrow morning, today, Master Ben is tired, so go to sleep first, Zhang Jian, send some people to help the abbot deal with the lotus pond matter .”

Tan Zong hurriedly arranged a room for Du He.

Then he found a few monks: "You go to the nearby village to buy chickens quickly, buy more!"

……

Royal Palace.

Wen Buren saw Li Er immediately.

"Your Majesty, I'm off to play." Wen Buren said cautiously.

Click.

Li Er, who was writing, smashed the brush on the paper and broke it.

Li Er's expression changed, and he asked, "Where is Du He's body?"

Wen Buren shook his head hastily: "No, Your Majesty, Du He is fine, but the assassins of the Wang family, as well as Hong Ribula, the son of Tubo Prime Minister Na Ribula, and others, a total of more than 40 people, were all lured into the country by Du He. In the tunnel of the temple, all of them were killed, and Du He also made the big pit of the explosion into a lotus pond, and used the corpses of these people to plant lotus flowers!"

Li Er was speechless for a while when he heard that.

After a long time, he said leisurely: "In other words, Du He deliberately released the news about the lecture, and he already knew that someone would hunt him down, so he buried it in the Huguo Temple in advance. Dynamite..."

Wen Buren nodded: "During this time, Du He sent people to clean up Chang'an City. The rest of the Wang family, Hong Ri Bula and others were terrified and hid one after another, waiting for an opportunity. It's too late, and I just released the news to go to the Huguo Temple to give lectures, and then all these people were drawn out."

"Okay," Li Er said loudly, "Okay, what a way to lure a snake out of its hole. Du He is so young, he is so scheming. I really don't know if this is a blessing or a disaster for the Tang Dynasty. This guy is like a pack of explosives." Same, put him by my side, no one knows when he will blow himself up!"

After hearing this, Wen Buren thought to himself, why does His Majesty sound like he is praising Duhe.

……

Sikong House.

Duan Yien brought the news to Zhangsun Wuji.

After hearing this, Changsun Wuji was speechless for a long time.

"There are more than 40 people, all planted with lotus, Du He... Du He is too cruel, but it is also in line with his style. When he chased and killed the Wang family and the Tubo people a few days ago, he let out words, beheaded If the grass doesn't get rid of its roots, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows, hehe, at such a young age, it really looks like a murderous madman." Changsun Wuji said with emotion.

Duan Yien said: "My lord, Du He's wings are already formed. He has many masters around him, and there is a secret organization whose movements I haven't found yet. In addition to the explosives and cannons he invented, I'm afraid there will be no one in Chang'an City." Dare to provoke him."

Changsun Wuji suddenly became worried: "That's right, Du He told everyone through this incident that he is a wolf and a lunatic, hehe... The second son is not easy! Pass the order, the people of Sikong Mansion, Don't provoke Du He, otherwise don't blame the old man for being rude."

"Yes!"

……

The events that happened at Huguo Temple were reported back to Chang'an one after another.

Common people don't know about it, but aristocratic families are quietly spreading it.

For a while, the title of the Great Demon King of Duhe began to spread again, especially the fact that more than 40 corpses were used to grow lotus, which made many people terrified.

Originally, many people still wanted to make a fuss about Du He's killing of Gong Song Zanbu, but they gave up quickly at this time.

As for things like imitating rotating wooden chairs and copying "The Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties", no one dared to do it, unless they wanted to die.

……

(Second watch,)

Chapter 197

Early the next morning, the bells of Huguo Temple rang.

Above the main hall, incense was burning, and there was little smoke.

Before dawn, the monks from the Huguo Temple, plus the monks who came to listen to Du He's lecture, all gathered in the center of the main hall. Everyone sat on the futon, clasped their hands together, and whispered the scriptures in their mouths.

All of a sudden, the deep voice of Mimi and Mommy's coaxing came in bursts.

when.

when.

The melodious bell rang.

When the bell rang for the tenth time.

Finally someone couldn't sit still.

Even Tanzong, who was sitting at the front, couldn't hold back anymore.

Someone nearby asked: "Abbot, Mr. Du is not asleep, is he?"

"Abbot, I saw with my own eyes that Mr. Du was looking for chickens everywhere at midnight last night!"

"It's been an hour, and Mr. Du has not appeared. Abbot of the Tanzong, I'm afraid you are lying to us. This Du He is still a murderer at a young age. How could he write such a thing as the "Heart Sutra"?" Waiting for the book, maybe where he stole it from is unknown!"

Someone actually began to doubt Du He.

Tanzong raised his hand, pressed it down, and said: "Be safe and don't be impatient. Although Mr. Du behaves perversely, he is a person with Buddha nature. The "Heart Sutra" was written by the poor monk who saw him with his own eyes. False!"

Under the leadership of Tan Zong, everyone continued to chant scriptures and waited for Du He's arrival.

……

At this moment, Du He was in the room, very anxious.

In fact, he already knew that the time was over.

It's not that I don't want to go, but I dare not go.

He doesn't know anything about Buddhism, besides, he is not interested in this stuff.

The reason why he promised Tan Zong to give lectures that day was to design a trap for the assassins and Tibetans of the Wang family.

There was already a pile of things piled up under Du He's feet.

He started drawing lottery early in the morning, but all he got were useless things, even if there were a few good things, they had nothing to do with Buddhism.

There are only 10 lucky draw opportunities left.