disguised holy monk

The carriage stopped at the gate of Lin Mansion, someone had been waiting to open the door for him, Xuan Qing thanked him and walked in.

"Master, you are back." A cold voice sounded, and a slender figure stood in the corridor, Xuan Qing's footsteps paused.

Looking around in the shadows, I felt that this person seemed to be the same as when I picked it up that day, with an indifferent and indifferent face, deep and distinct outlines as tight as strings, and thin lips as sharp as a sword.The self-cultivation that followed him during this period of time did not smooth out the cold and evil spirit deep in his heart.

But when I got closer, I realized that it was still different. Those seemingly indifferent eyes were only superficial.

Xuan Qing raised his eyebrows gently, and said with a slight smile: "Wu Ying, I haven't seen you go out recently, are you not used to this capital?"... Is it not used to it, or is it afraid that people will recognize it?

Wuying frowned slightly, "I don't like it here, I don't want to go out."

Xuan Qing smiled helplessly, "As soon as the Wanshou Festival ends tomorrow, we will return to Qingchan Temple."

Wuying couldn't help but relax a bit, "Okay."

Xuan Qing patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Go back and rest early."

When Xuan Qing entered the room, the expression on his face gradually faded.

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On the day of the Longevity Day, the entire capital of Kyoto has already started a day of chaos since the sky was dazed.All kinds of hawkers who have been preparing for this day for many days began to set up their stalls, and the streets and streets were well decorated with colorful lights and ribbons, and the streets were shrouded in a happy atmosphere.

Xuanqing also got up earlier than usual, and he had to take a bath and change his clothes. The new robes and caps were all newly made by the royal tailor according to his figure.

On such an important occasion, he must be more solemn than before, Wu Ying is a lay disciple, and because of his own reasons, he did not follow Xuan Qing.

After Wuxin waited for him to put on the cassock and five Buddha crowns, everything was ready, Wuxin opened the door and stepped aside.

Xuanqing stepped out slowly with a rosary in his hand. The five Buddha crown on his head was a five-leaf lotus petal-shaped altar embroidered with red and gold threads intertwined. It was dotted with pearls, corals, and sapphires, with long tassels hanging down; his slender figure was dressed in light green The red cassock, the more mysterious and clear face is like a crown jade.Long eyebrows are like distant mountains, green and leisurely; black eyes are like ink stains, deep and pure.There seems to be a thousand feet of starlight in it, which makes people feel as if they have fallen into the sea of ​​Buddha at a glance.

There were two rows of monks from Xiangguo Temple neatly outside the house. Originally, all the monks just stood expressionlessly to welcome this year's chanting host, but when they saw the real person Xuanqing, their hearts were shocked, as if their whole bodies were washed by the light of Buddha After a while.The leading monk couldn't help clasping his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name, and then everyone behind him shouted "Amitabha".

Xuanqing returned a salute, the frame for the journey to the Buddha Heart Platform was ready, he stepped into the vehicle, and the monks followed behind the vehicle, and rushed to the Buddha Heart Platform.

This Buddha Heart Platform was built on the square outside the palace city. Every year on the Wanshou Festival, the Holy One would bring all the officials and ministers to accept the eminent monks to chant scriptures and celebrate their birthdays on the gate tower of the palace city.People here can also watch from a distance.

It was still early at this time, and everything had not yet started. There were only two or three people in the square, probably Buddhist believers, who had been waiting here early.

When Xuanqing arrived at the Buddha Heart Tower, he raised his head slightly, and saw that the platform was as high as the roof of the palace city, and looked like a heaven-reaching pagoda from the bottom to the top. layer of Buddhist music.

Xuan Qing took a deep breath - it's too high!

Although there were few people around the Buddha Heart Platform at this time, apart from those who devoted themselves to Buddhism, there were also some people watching the excitement.Seeing that Xuanqing was the host of the chanting, he couldn't help being surprised.I haven't seen such a young sutra-chanting host for so many years, not to mention, the other party looks too good-looking in Buddhist clothes!

Immediately, someone with good intentions couldn't help but ran out to spread the word, and after a while, a group of onlookers came, and the number of people gradually increased.

There were faint whispers around, Xuanqing saw that there were more people, so he could only keep his calm and compassionate expression and stepped on the stairs, step by step to the top of the building.

Wuxin was beside him, and two rows of monks followed behind them.

Xuanqing's face was indifferent, his monk's robe fluttered, and he walked up to the top of the Buddha's heart step by step, while the long group of people behind him stopped every time they reached the first floor, and sat cross-legged in the middle of the building until they reached the top floor. At that time, only Wu Xin was left beside Xuan Qing.

In the center of the top floor is a protruding lotus platform. Xuanqing sits on it and can easily see the entire imperial city.

When it was almost time, he clasped his hands together, slightly raised his head and looked at the dawning sky, and a quiet voice full of Buddha's meaning sounded - "Amitabha".

As soon as the melodious Buddha's chant fell, all the monks in the Buddha's heart platform echoed the Buddha's chant, and the small Buddha bell under it also rang out bursts of light Buddha voices, and three simple and majestic Buddha bells echoed from the temple in the distance. The sound, and then the sound of chanting sutras came from the high platform.

The continuous Buddha's voice is like a fresh stream, washing the mundane dust and cleansing the earthly soul.

Those who devoted themselves to the Buddhist scriptures couldn't help looking up at the top of the platform, only to feel that the young monk sitting there, his handsome eyebrows have compassion for the common people, and the light red cassock reflected the red mole between his eyebrows, making him more holy and out of the world, this Buddha's voice The hearts of those who listened were moved.

The people who watched the excitement only felt that the monks who gave lectures this year were extremely young and handsome, and the number of young girls who accompanied them was several times that of previous years.

Gradually, more and more people gathered together, followed by the monks, clasped their hands together, and meditated on the Bodhisattva's blessing.

When they heard the sound of the Buddha bell resounding through the imperial city, everyone else had their own ideas.

In the post station far away, Wanyan half-quilted unconsciously raised her hand to touch the mask on her face.Amaro drank a cup of tea with a calm face, and twirled the rosary in his hand following the Buddha's voice.

Yue Qingran was standing in front of the window, looking at the top of the Buddha Heart Altar in the distance, she was a little far away, she couldn't see that person clearly, but that face seemed to be right in front of her eyes, she almost didn't have to think deeply, In front of my eyes, I can see the indifferent appearance of that person who must have his eyes slightly closed at this moment, neither sad nor happy.

She rested her chin on the window sill in a daze - he only had his Buddha in his heart.

In the Eastern Palace, Nan Shuyan was burning the letter paper in his hand, recalling the news he had received, he couldn't help but curl his lips slightly, and waved his hand to let the kneeling person behind him go down.Nan Shuyan looked into the distance, black mist surged in his black eyes, and there was still a faint sound of Buddha's voice in his ears. This time, he was definitely going to hit it with one blow.

In Prince Xuan's mansion, Nan Shuxuan was copying, halfway through the writing, the Buddha's name was heard from a distance, his hand shook, and when he went to the back, the first half of a word actually concealed killing and attacking, while the second half was pure and guarding his heart.He was startled, then dropped the pen helplessly, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, and looked in the direction of the Buddha's voice.

And Xuan Qing, who was watched by everyone both openly and secretly, was getting better at this time. He was sitting on the lotus platform, the beads in his hands were turning in an orderly manner, his bright eyes were slightly closed, and the sound of chanting was accompanied by the sound of the Buddha bell, as if the sound could be transmitted thousands of miles away.

Xuan Qing only felt that it was fortunate that he had exchanged the "small public screen speaker" with the system in advance. At this time, the voice could be transmitted powerfully without the slightest internal force, otherwise he would be so hoarse and unable to speak at the end of the day.

Of course, it’s great to be able to close your eyes and recite scriptures. This place is narrow and high, and people can shake their hearts when they lower their eyes!

His side kicked off the prelude to the Longevity Festival, all the officials and courtiers also put on the most solemn court clothes, and all entered the palace to celebrate the birthday of the Holy One.

People started to come and go on the street, laughter was everywhere, and the hawker juggling stall was very lively for a while.