Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

The corner door leading to the animal garden and the hidden part of the sand garden suddenly opened. More than a dozen horses galloped out, and immediately all the riders wrapped their heads in cloth towels, a light blue gown, silver light armor, a snow-white brocade robe, and a long knife at the waist. The short dagger, with a gorgeously embroidered colored silk on his shoulders, like arrows shot out of a sharp shot, passing through the lanes under the cliffs, and rushing to the boundless snowy field.

At the same time, the commander of the Chinese guards guarding various places in the city received the order at the same time and began to separate operations.

The avenue in front of the palace was bustling with traffic.

The wealthy families headed by the Kang family, Xue family, An family, and Meng family in charge of the army, either rode high-headed horses, or took luxury cars, left their residences surrounded by private soldiers, and drove toward the palace in mighty momentum.

The chiefs of thirty-seven nomadic tribes attached to the royal court were also invited to the royal palace.

The crowd gathered outside the long street, and the rich and powerful people ignored each other. In order to show their identity, the carriages deliberately dragged forward slowly, and no one wanted to be the most uncomfortable.

The sound of horses hissing, the rumbling of wheels, the hunting sound of the cold wind beating on the flags, converged into a huge sound, spreading across the streets and alleys of the holy city.

The atmosphere is heavy and it's on the verge of breaking out.

The royal court has the tradition of the regent to assist the government. Every time the regent is established, there will be **** winds. There is bound to be a life-and-death battle between the rich and powerful, ranging from the death and injury of several people, to the massacre of several armies, and blood flowing into rivers.

The last time the regent was negotiated, all Kangxue’s four families were defeated. Before they had time to fight internally, Sultan Gu had already controlled the situation. There were no casualties in that rare occasion.

This time the four armies have been stationed outside the holy city, and everyone knows that Sima Zhao's heart is like that, and the war between the armies is inevitable.

The people of the holy city hid in their homes, peeping out from the window, shivering, and secretly begging the four armies outside the city not to enter the holy city.

People worshipped in the direction of the temple, chanted scriptures, and prayed devoutly.

No matter how the rich family fights, as long as the Buddha is still the king, they can continue to live a peaceful life.

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Tamara Gha returned to the Zen room.

The remaining smoke in the tent was thin, Yaoying was still asleep, her breathing was very soft, and her cheeks were flushed.

Tamaraga stood in front of her, staring down at her.

He knew why someone wanted to kidnap her at this juncture. He asked Bi Suo just to confirm the answer from Bi Suo's mouth.

At the moment Bi Suotong informed her that she was taken away, Tamaraga understood.

A delusion.

The wind hasn't moved, the flag hasn't moved, and people's hearts are moving.

He was worried about the future of the royal court and whether his subjects could live in peace and get rid of the troubles of troubled times. This time, he worried about the safety of a woman.

Princess Wen Zhao is not his subject.

Happiness, anger, worry, thinking, sadness, fear, shock.

Seven emotions and five desires are human nature.

The spiritual practitioner is to purify the precepts, surrender the five desires, cut off the seven emotions, in order to achieve Brahma, Nirvana and silence.

All appearances are false.

All greed is like dream bubbles, quicksand between fingers.

Tamara Gha leaned over, picked up the scroll on the case, put down the felt curtain, retired to a short case under the cubicle window, sat cross-legged, turned his back to the curtain, smoothed the paper, lifted the pen and continued to write the scripture silently .

The wind blows, the clouds move, but the sky does not move.

The water pushes, the boat moves, the shore does not move.

The heart does not move, the wind streamer does not move.

There was a flutter of wings in front of the window, and the dark shadow shook. The goshawk rushed to the short case, with disheveled feathers, and the bird's beak grabbed his foot and tripped on the leather cord, and approached him kindly.

Tan Moroga did not raise his head, waved his hand, and said indifferently: "I will redeem my merits, and you will not be punished today."

The goshawk yelled twice, put down the leather rope, patted its wings, and landed on the scaffold, squinting.

The zen silence of the Zen room is like a bark of still water, and the gilt-rolled grass-pattern smoker quietly spews green smoke.

Tamaragarh wrote the scriptures without hesitation, his brows and eyes were calm, and his expression was calm.

The rustle of the pen across the paper continued into the afternoon.

After finishing the last sentence, Tamara Gha put down the pen, held up the scriptures, and placed them in front of the Buddha statue, clasped his hands together, plumped his lips, and said sound in his mouth.

Killing to stop killing is not advisable.

However, in these troubled times, blindly tolerant and gentle will only make more innocent Lebanese people suffer from the chaos of war, and the people will not live well.

Footsteps outside the curtain sounded, Yuanjue walked into the Zen room and whispered: "King, get your cart and horse ready. The princes and ministers are about to enter the palace."

Tamara Gha opened his eyes.

It was about the same time as he expected.

He went inside and changed into a robe, before leaving, he looked back at the felt curtain.

Yuanjue knew that Li Yaoying was sleeping behind the felt curtain, watching his nose and nose, not daring to make a sound.

"If Princess Wen Zhao wakes up, ask her to stay and take care of her. Unless General Ashina comes personally, don't let it go."

Tamara Gha retracted his gaze and ordered the guard Palmi.

Palmy respectfully said: "The subordinates will definitely protect the princess."

The wind roared, and the sky was clouded.

The monks and soldiers walked out of the meditation room surrounded by Tamaraga. Standing in front of the steps, he wore a snow-white gold-patterned robes, and the wind-blown robe fluttered around. His deep eyes scanned a circle, the manner was solemn, and the dust was cold.

The cloud layer was low, and the sound of the wind was louder than the sound of the wind. The courtyard was densely packed with people, but there was a cough.

The guards and monks were fully armed, kneeling on one knee in the snowy ground, holding a knife in one hand, and placing a fist in front of the chest.

Tamaraga looked down at the people and said: "The four armies have already been out of the city. You follow me to the palace. Life and death are unpredictable. If there are cowards, you don't have to go with you."

The guards immediately said: "We are not afraid of death!"

Kneeling at the front of the line, Bi Suo stood up, drew his sword out of its sheath, and said loudly: "The Chinese guards will always be the guards of the king’s most loyal ministers and the most heroic servants of the Buddha. The son is the heart of the people, and the hope is returned by the people. I am willing to smash the bones for the Buddha, and I will die!"

The other guards followed him in swearing, sounding like a bell.

Amidst the roar of the soldiers, there was a loud bang from outside the Wang Temple. The door was pushed open by the four-army knights who had exhausted their patience. A leader of the Xue family led his subordinates directly into the Wang Temple.

The monks in the temple gathered in the main hall, sitting cross-legged and chanting scriptures, as the knight commander of the four armies drove straight in.

The commander stood in front of the temple, glanced contemptuously at the monks, holding a long knife in his hand, with an arrogant attitude, and said: "All lords are here, please go to the palace to discuss matters, please don't delay the hour!"

The guard ran out of the corridor and asked sternly: "Who are you who dare to speak loudly in Wangsi?! Are you not afraid to disturb the king!"

The commander Pi Xiaorou said without a smile: "I also followed orders, and the king will definitely not blame me."

As soon as the voice fell, a cold and fishy wind rushed towards his face, the silver light flashed, and the commander was startled and dodged.

With a sharp ding, a dagger was nailed to the place where he stood just now, and the handle of the knife shook slightly.

If this knife is stuck on the body, the wound must be deeply visible.

The commander was frightened in a cold sweat and raised his head.

The guards in blue shirts and white robes walked slowly down the stone steps, staring at him with dozens of pairs of eyes, and behind the crowd, the Buddha Tamaraga in robes walked out slowly, wise, elegant and calm. .

Many of the knights of the Four Armies were of civilian origin, and they had no chance to meet the Buddha. At this moment, they looked up at the legendary Buddha, their hearts trembled, and they froze in the local area.

The guards left the Temple of the Kings holding the Tamaraga.

When the news broke, the people who wandered outside the Wang Temple gathered one after another, kneeled on both sides of the long street, and prostrated.

I don't know who brought the head, the four knights also knelt down one by one, looking respectful, and chanting the Buddha's name.

The commander did not expect that the Buddha would still be so calm after the death of the ancient Sudan. Seeing that the soldiers loved him so much, he knew that he would not be able to show off his predicament today. He stayed for a while, like a frustrated ball, full of domineering. The momentum disappeared immediately.

He rolled his eyes, smiled, and followed the guards.

"King, General Xue Yanna will finally be sent to greet you."

The guard sneered a few times and stopped the leader.

The commander dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, so he had to follow the team on the road from the monastery to the palace, racking his brains to move forward, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Tamaraga's robes.

...

In the main hall of the palace, the felt curtain hangs high.

The officials and tribal chiefs who had arrived sat in the tent, waited for a while, and heard the bells ringing in front of the temple, knowing that Tamaraga was coming, and stood up to greet them.

The last time Tamaraga appeared in public was last year. Everyone peeked at him through a low-hanging tent, and saw that his face was calm and thoughtful.

The tribal chiefs exchanged worried glances with each other.

At this time, in the holy city, apart from the Wang Temple, other places have fallen into the hands of the family. The palace is also surrounded by the Imperial Guards regiment under the leadership of the family. Although there are loyal guards around the Buddha, he only took a small area. With dozens of people coming to the palace, relying on these dozens of people, how should the Buddha get out if the family is in trouble later?

And there are four armies outside the holy city.

Everyone looked different.

The guard stepped forward to report that the lords had arrived, but the Kang family and Xue Yan hadn't arrived yet.

The Ann and Meng families were furious: "The king is here, and they haven't shown up yet, so they don't put the king in their eyes!"

Tamara Gha sat on the treasure couch, calmly.

Ann and Meng's family instigated for a while. Seeing that he was always calm, there was no wave of waves on his face, and they stopped chattering.

Shao Qing, the figure outside the hall was shaking.

Kang Mozhe and Xue Yan hurried forward and embraced, walked into the big tent, sat down with a sword and golden horse, and looked around. Then they stood up and hurriedly clasped their fists towards Tamaraga behind the curtain: "I'm late."

After the tent, Tamaraga didn't say a word, it seemed that there was no way to get two ministers.

Everyone talked in whispers, the Kang family and Xue family's attitude was so arrogant, it seems that today the regent must be elected from these two.

The Ann and Meng families gritted their teeth with hatred.

"King." Lord Meng's eyes flickered twice, and the more crowds came out, saying, "The regent Sultan is dead, and the affairs of the central government cannot be abandoned. There is an urgent need to establish a new regent. Does the king have a candidate in his heart?"

The others looked at each other: Meng Jiali was the first to jump out to urge the Buddha.

Xue Yanna and Kang Mozhe immediately became vigilant.

They are bound to win the position of the regent, but there are too many people staring at this piece of fat. Everyone wants to take a bite. Everyone is an enemy, so the Fourth Armies wandered outside the city. The Meng family and the An family are not as strong as their two families. If they are mixed together, will they fight the snipe and clam for the fisherman's idea of ​​profit?

Xue Yanna sneered and said: "The candidate for the regent should be selected by the minister of the court! I propose to have a martial arts competition, whoever is strong in martial arts is the regent, otherwise he can't convince the crowd!"

The other three sneered when they heard the words, Xue Yan was in his prime of life, and when he proposed a martial arts contest, he said that he wanted to be the regent!

Lord Anjia said: "The regent must not only lead the army, but also preside over government affairs and take care of state affairs on behalf of the Buddha. The contest is not feasible."

The corner of Xue Yan's mouth twitched, and he patted his saber around his waist, meaningfully said: "You can't compete, so how can I convince each of my Xue family warriors?"

"On seniority, on the merits of the royal court, I recommend Daxiang!"

"The prime minister has been in the position for many years. Although he has worked hard, he is old, and he is not good at fighting against the enemy, so he can't serve as the regent."

"I recommend leader An!"

Everyone insisted on their own words, and they blushed and their necks were thick, and the Kang and Xue families were even more tense and tit-for-tat.

The Meng family fanned the flames: "Today, Wang called me to wait for the purpose of agreeing on the choice of the regent. Both Da Xiang and General Xue have the intention of competing. If they can't dispute, I am afraid it will hurt the harmony of the two. What should be done?"

There was a noise in the felt tent.

Suddenly, there was a clap of applause from inside the Kam Tent.

Everyone slowly calmed down and looked at the Jinchen together.

Yuan Jue stood in front of the tent, and said solemnly: "The Wang said, before discussing the establishment of the regent, one thing must be resolved first."

He paused, his eyes turned from everyone's face.

"First of all, it is necessary to find out who is the real culprit who assassinated the regent."

When a word fell, everyone was in an uproar.

Everyone looked at each other in surprise, their eyelids jumped.

Sultan Gu died strangely, who can't tell?

Back then, the family was fighting, and Sultan Gu turned out to take the position of regent. The family was dissatisfied and never stopped chasing Sultan Gu, and they knew it well inside and outside the country.

During the retreat of Buddha, Sultan Gu died at the hands of bandits, and Kang and Xue Jijia must have been involved more or less.

Now that Sultan Gu is dead, the Buddha lost his arm and hurriedly left. He stayed at the Wang Temple, not to mention mobilizing the army. Maybe he didn't even understand what happened. Before he could react, the family approached the holy city. , Forcing him to quickly establish a new regent-Buddhism is a wise man. He sees the current situation clearly and will not head head-on with the aristocratic family. After all, he has to rely on the aristocratic family to govern the royal court.

Over the years, there has been a delicate balance between the Buddha and the aristocratic family, and the same is true between the aristocratic family and the aristocratic family.

After all, everyone understands that once the balance is broken, no one can clean up the mess.

Today, the Buddha, who is well versed in balance, refuses to pretend to be confused, and insists on finding out the truth for Sultan Gu.

The Buddha is not afraid of the family's anger and anger, and directly leads his troops into the holy city?

Without waiting for everyone to recover from their surprise, Yuanjue looked at Xue Yanna and sternly asked: "General Xue, someone told the king that you were the real murderer of the assassination of the regent. Can you confess?"

Suddenly, the whole hall was silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

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"Happy, angry, worried..."

"All appearances are vain..."

These few sentences quote related discussions from Buddhist scriptures.

The phrase "the water pushes the boat to move the shore without moving" is quoted from a folk song.