Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

The sky is getting darker.

The bright sunset falls on the undulating, strewn grotto stupa of the Wang Temple, the dusk is heavy, the golden gleam is floating, the pagoda's cornices and copper bells sway gently with the wind, and the jingle bells are solemn and solemn.

Bi Suo climbed up the stone steps, walking fast.

The guard Bamier in the corner stopped him and said, "The general stopped."

Bi Suo took off his bronze talisman: "I want to see the king."

Bamier went in with the bronze talisman, walked out after a while, led him into the courtyard, and asked him to wait under the tree.

Bi Suo raised his head and glanced at the grotto with dim lights. He was anxious and paced back and forth. He glanced over the bare tree and saw a few familiar knots.

He looked at the tree in a daze.

This tree was transplanted by Tamaraga himself.

This cave is where Tamaraga lived and where he was officially ordained.

Princess Wen Zhao doesn't know... Luo Jia's birthday celebration will last several days, and today is his exact birthday.

Bi Suo gripped the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand.

Tamaragarh doesn't care about his birthday. All these years, believers have spontaneously celebrated him. Today in previous years, he would copy Buddhist scriptures by himself, from morning till night, without seeing outsiders.

This year, today.

On this extraordinary day, he brought Princess Wen Zhao to this cave which was of extraordinary significance to him.

This shows that Princess Wen Zhao is equally significant to him.

...

In the grotto.

Yaoying swallowed the pills and sat cross-legged.

Tan Moroga sat opposite her, turning her fingers to hold the beads, her eyes drooping slightly.

Quiet, green smoke curls lightly.

Yaoying is not accustomed to sitting on her knees. After a while, she feels her backache and legs are numb, but Tamara Gha is not moving. The lines of her robes are as quiet as water waves, like a Buddha statue. Only the beads in her hand are swayed slightly. It seems that he can sit for a while. The sky does not move.

She glanced around the room, the furnishings in the room were simple, and the book screens were short and the Buddha niche was nothing to see. She turned her gaze back to Tamaraga, resting her cheek in one hand, and staring at him quietly.

He has deep facial features and a clear outline. Because he is an eminent monk who is admired by the people, he usually looks as gentle as jade, and is cold and dusty. In fact, when you look closely, his face is somewhat fierce and heroic, so when he straightens his face, he is majestic and graceful. She gave birth to a pair of soft blue eyes, like a deep pool of water, and her brows were refreshing and graceful.

Yaoying couldn't help thinking: He must look good when he laughs.

I haven't seen him smile since I met him.

She looked attentively, and Tamaraga raised her eyes to look at her, facing her gaze.

The two looked at each other silently. He didn't say a word. Yaoying didn't think he was meditating. She smiled at him and lowered her head to open the package she had brought.

"I haven't congratulated Master on his birthday..."

She turned out several scriptures and handed them to Tamaraga.

Tamara Gaya said, "The princess has already given her birthday gift."

She deliberately overshadowed other princesses at the ceremony and asked the caravan to prepare a generous gift. During the ceremony, the ceremonial officer held out her birthday gift. There was a gasp in front of the stage. The exquisite golden Buddha, eight gems, jewels, and gold gems were all dazzling. , There are also beautifully bound scriptures with beautiful illustrations.

The missions of various countries had never seen such scriptures before, and they wanted to borrow them to watch them, but the temple owner did not agree. The scriptures are now available in the Wang Temple.

She never let go of any opportunity to grow her caravan. The silks and satin brought by the Central Plains are precious, but the quantity is limited. Sangma knitting cannot be rushed for a while. Paper making is much more convenient, and the cost is lower, and the profit is more abundant. I want to come over. Today, her shop will sell those bound Buddhist scriptures.

Listening to him mention the glittering gifts at the ceremony, Yaoying gave a shudder, holding the scriptures and said: "Those are for others to see. These are the birthday gifts I personally prepared for the mage."

Tamara Gya glanced at her, took the scripture, opened it, and the lotus obscure paper was filled with densely packed text.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

Yaoying knew that he was proficient in various languages ​​and calligraphy, so she was a little embarrassed, saying: "Wang Ting's characters are too different from Chinese characters. I don't write well. Master laughed."

Tamara Gha closed the scriptures.

Her royal writing was not well written, but he could recognize the handwriting. She copied the entire "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra" by hand.

Yaoying smiled and said, "My mother-in-law believes in Buddhism, and I copied the Pharmacist Sutra for her. The master is a monk, and the practitioner is free from life and death, not greedy for life, not afraid of death, but I am a layman, and I hope that the master will live a long time. He is a hundred years old, healed his illness and strengthened his body, and did not take medicine early, so he thought about it and prayed for the master to copy the "Di Zang Sutra"."

Tamaraga was silent for a while, and asked, "Why did the princess copy the Ksitigarbha?"

Yaoying replied: "I think the teacher often reads this sutra."

The books in his room were filled with comments and the scrolls were filled with signs. He usually argued with others and often quoted the Buddhist scriptures. He must have a deep understanding of the meaning of the scriptures. Agree, so she decided to copy this sutra.

Tamara Gha looked at Yaoying and said, "The princess does not believe in Buddha."

Yaoying opened her eyes wide: "But you believe it, Master."

Because this was his belief, she wanted to pray for him in the way he pursued.

The wind blew into the room, the candlelight was shaking, and the interlaced light and shadow reflected on Yaoying's face, her eyes were bright and the autumn water was full.

The wind moves, the flag moves.

Tamaraga looked down and looked at the scriptures. When she asked the Buddha for sin, she could copy two volumes of scriptures in one night. The handwriting was neat and beautiful, but she could see that she didn't spend much time, and there were still traces of smearing. The "Ksitigarbha Sutra" copied for him, although the handwriting is crooked, is carefully copied stroke by stroke.

He was awake for a while, as if he could see her carefully and carefully when she was writing at the desk.

Yaoying knew that he didn't care about his birthday at all. After seeing him accept the birthday gift, she was expressionless and did not go to her heart. She exhorted: "But the master still has to call in a famous doctor and prescribe the right medicine to heal. I asked someone to search for some medicinal materials. I don’t know if it’s useful or not. I’ve already put Yuanjue away. It happens that the doctor of Tianzhu is in the Wang’s court. It’s better to ask the doctor to check it out. If it’s useful, I’ll let someone find more."

Tamara Gha put away the scriptures, um, the corners of her mouth slightly twitched where she could not see.

She probably wanted to say, Master, you still have to take medicine to see a doctor.

While talking to him, Yaoying moved her legs and rubbed her shoulders. Suddenly, she felt a burst of fatigue, covering her lips and yawning, with fine beads of sweat dripping out of her forehead.

Since she took the medicine, Tamaraga has been observing her, seeing her dim, and whispered: "The princess took this medicine for the first time. It has a strong effect. If you feel sleepy, you can lie down."

Yaoying was about to get up: "Then I'm going back..."

Tamaraga shook his head and stood up: "The first time you take medicine, you can't leave."

After speaking, got up and avoided going out.

Yaoying screamed at his upright back, looked around, there was a clean quilt in the corner of the couch, it seemed that he was ready.

The monk is a thoughtful and good healer.

Her eyelids became heavier, and she fell asleep after lying down.

...

After hearing the screen, Yaoying's breathing became long and steady, and Tamaragya returned to the inside.

With the candlelight swaying, he moved the candlestick to the low couch and sat on the edge of the couch, watching her face carefully, rolling up the quilt, holding a soft kerchief in his hand, holding her wrist through the kerchief, and probing for a while with two fingers. pulse.

Yaoying's body was getting hotter and hotter, and she was sweating from her temples.

Tamara Gha frowned, took a hot towel and wiped it for her.

She felt his gentle movements in her dream, and she reached out and grabbed his sleeves.

"Mage..."

She called out unconsciously, her hoarse voice, which sounded very intimate.

Like a whisper in the account.

Tamara Gha's movements paused for a moment, then he drew out the sleeves of his robes and continued wiping.

"Mage..."

Yaoying then called him, pulling his sleeves again, her fingers tightly clenched.

Tamara Gha opened his sleeves.

"Mage, it hurts..."

She suddenly said.

The whispering voice is low, and he hums softly between his nose. It is not a complaint or complaint. It is just that in front of a trusted person, all precautions will be put down.

Tamara Gha had a pause, her thick eyelashes drooping, concealing all thoughts.

"Where does it hurt?"

After a while, he asked softly.

Yaoying curled up into a ball, her skin oozing fine sweat: "All my body hurts..."

Tamara Gha remained motionless. After a while, he leaned over and slowly approached her cheek with his slender fingers, and stopped steadily when he was about to touch her.

He fixed his gaze on her face, looked for a long while, lowered his head and took off the bodhi holding beads on his wrist, held her wrist through the veil, and held the beads on her wrist.

Bodhi pearls are used as dharma holdings to drive away evil spirits, increase wisdom, eliminate disasters, broaden merits, and eliminate illnesses...

He has worn this string of beads with him for many years.

He put on beads for her and recited the scriptures.

May you alleviate your sickness, may you be disease-free and disaster-free, all your wishes will be fulfilled, and death will be auspicious.

Yaoying gradually calmed down when she heard the familiar, cold and whirling chanting, her fingers still grasping the sleeves of Tamaraga's robes.

He did not pull out his sleeves.

Footsteps sounded outside the screen, and Bamier told him that Bi Suo was coming.

"Let him wait."

Tamara Gya looked at Yaoying and said.

After a quarter of an hour, the calming effect of Mandala came up, Yaoying's frowning eyebrows relaxed a little, no longer whispering, and the hand holding his sleeve was also released.

Tamara Gado waited for a while, sent her exposed hands back to the quilt, sat back in front of the bookcase, wrote down her reaction in Sanskrit, and got up and went out.

...

it's getting dark.

Bi Suo waited in the yard and watched Tan Moroga come out with a serious expression.

"Wang, is Princess Wen Zhao different from others in your eyes?"

If Li Yaoying was just an ordinary woman, if she used beauty to charm people like Princess Manda... then Bi Suo would never panic like she is now.

She is not an ordinary woman, she not only has the incomparable beauty of a goddess, but also can always be connected with Luo Jia.

Bi Suo is a man, and after spending so many years with Li Yaoying, he is more and more worried that Luo Jia will be emotional for her.

He waited for Roga to answer, his eyes trembling.

As the night breeze blew, Tamaragarh stood in front of the porch, with moonlight falling on his shoulders, and his robes were hunting and flying.

"Different."

He said indifferently.

Bi Suo was shocked, he had already guessed that this would be the case, but seeing Tamaraga confessed frankly, he still couldn't believe it.

"Wang, Princess Wen Zhao can no longer stay in the royal court." He said firmly, "The princess is a Han girl, and you are a noble Buddha!"

If this continues, it will not be a good thing for Tamaraga or Li Yaoying. Luo Jia will break her practice because of her emotions, and Li Yaoying will be regarded as the witch who lured the Buddha to fall. She will face the spit, hatred, and contempt of everyone. Fanatic believers will do everything and they will spare no effort to destroy her.

Tamaraga stared at the night with a calm expression, and said: "The seven emotions and six desires are all natural. Humans are born with men and women and desire to eat. There is no need to avoid them. Those who practice are to cut off all desires and sharpen their minds."

Seven emotions and six desires are nature. He is a mortal, and emotionality is also common, so there is no need to taboo.

He is a cultivator, and affection is just a catastrophe he encountered on the road of cultivating.

The heart does not move, the flag does not move.

He was originally an ancient well. In the well, a water lotus grew quietly, deserted and lonely. She came across thousands of mountains and rivers, like a spring breeze, wrinkling the still water, ripples, and the water lotus swayed gently.

The wind stops and the water stops.

The world can't move, love is like dew, and beauty is like bubbles.

She will return to the far-flung land of Han to reunite with her relatives and be joyful all her life.

He will continue to practice alone, breaking his body and not looking back.

Bi Suo smiled bitterly.

He believes that Tamara Gha has a firm heart and can handle the relationship with Li Yaoying well. But things in the world are so simple.

Roga is the king of the royal court, the son of Buddha respected by the people, and he is also the regent king Sultan...

Bi Suo calmed down and said: "The king, Princess Wen Zhao and other princesses have been fighting with other princesses. The people privately cursed her with the most ugly words, saying that she blocked the king's practice, wishful thinking, and said she was shameless and lowly. She said that she would be retributed and fall into Shura **** forever... She said that she was punished by gods and Buddhas in her dream, and everyone believed it deeply, because they believed that unless she was a monk like the modern woman, she would definitely be ridden with evil results."

"Wang, Princess Wen Zhao will return to Handi eventually. For her good, you can no longer treat her so favorably."

"I am willing to take care of Princess Wen Zhao for the king, Wang, I will do my best to protect the princess, and I will do my best."

Tan Moroga turned his head and looked at Bi Suo, with blue eyes quiet.

Bi Suo sighed in his heart and knelt down on one knee: "The king, Chen and Princess Wen Zhao are friends. The minister swears that he will never dare or do anything malicious to the princess... The minister is just worried about Princess Wen Zhao's situation. "

He closed his eyes, clenched his fists with both hands, cruelly.

"Wang, your passion for Princess Wen Zhao is likely to bring disaster to Princess Wen Zhao, and it is a worry for her life."

"They will throw Princess Wen Zhao into the real altar of fire like an outsider enchantress, and burn her alive to cleanse her sins."

The court was strangely quiet.

The night wind blew Tamaraga's robes, and he said: "Bi Suo, whether I am tempted or not has nothing to do with Princess Wen Zhao."

The tone is majestic and implies warning.

Regardless of whether he is tempted or not, all the consequences are borne by him alone, and nothing to do with Li Yaoying.

Hearing his determination, Bi Suo was embarrassed, and there was a bit of bitterness across his face.

"Chen remembers."

He understands Tamaraga and knows that Roga will not escape, no matter what the result is, Roga will bear all the bitter consequences alone.

That's why he is so worried.

...

Bi Suo got up and left the grotto.

The fear that had haunted him for several years resurfaced.

He remembered the words of Master before his death: "Bi Suo, don't be soft-hearted, don't hesitate...There will be a day when you will kill him yourself."

This sentence, Luo Jia also said to him.

"Bi Suo, don't hesitate, I am seriously ill, I am a dying person."

Bi Suo wiped the corner of his eye.

...

Many years ago, Tamaraga practiced exercises.

He is strong-willed, not only withstands the tremendous physical pain, but also withstands the mental test. There is nothing unusual except that he will appear extraordinarily indifferent during his exercises.

When Master Polo Liuzhi was dying, he called Bi Suo over and handed him a knife.

"Bi Suo, you are Roga's fellow. In the future, if Roga is mad and kills him, you will kill him yourself."

Bi Suo was shocked: "Master, Luo Jia is a Buddha. He practiced the exercises because he couldn't bear to watch the guards die tragically. How could he kill them?"

Pololiu tremblingly said: "There is no absolute...Have you heard the story of General Saisaner?"

Bi Suo nodded. Of course he knew that every young man in the Wang Court wanted to be a great hero like General Saisan'er.

Polorius looked at him with pity in his eyes.

"Bi Suo, General Sai Sang Er is my senior... He did not die in the conspiracy of the family... He died by his master's sword."

Bi Suo's eyes widened.

Bololius stroked the knife in his hand.

"Brothers have been cultivating in the Wang Temple since childhood, practicing the exercises. The fellow seniors have the best understanding and temperament. The seniors admire him very much."

"At the age of fourteen, the brother began to follow his father and brother to fight for the royal court, beheading the enemy's head in the first battle. At the age of eighteen, the brother led three thousand cavalry out of Congling, defeated the Turkic Khanate, wiped out eight thousand enemies, and captured more than twenty thousand. Man...He has a strong martial arts and a strong temperament, so he can't beat him in anything..."

"Brothers have been loyal throughout their lives, have kept the borders for the king's court, and completely controlled the east and west trades in the hands of the king's court. , Western powerful dynasties dare not invade the royal court..."

"Senior brother treats soldiers like sons. He is deeply loved by his subordinates. He is upright and courageous. He is indifferent to fame and fortune. He never prides himself on his military merits. He lives daily life and strives to be frugal. He went to the front within a few days of getting married..."

"Brothers often said that as Wang Ting'erlang, as a martial artist, he should be loyal to the country and protect the common people."

At this point, the turbid eyes of Pololiu were filled with tears.

"Master said, Senior Brother is the most suitable person to practice the exercises. His temperament is so noble. No matter how jealous the royal family is or how the aristocratic family excludes them, he always puts the royal court and the people first in his heart. He is born a hero. Will not go crazy."

"Until that year... the brother went out to fight, and his mother accidentally offended the queen dowager and the royal relatives, and was poisoned to death by the queen dowager. The queen mother was afraid that the matter would be exposed, and at the instigation of traitorous officials, she simply did nothing and paid for the bandits to kill. The brother’s family, who blamed the family, and the brother’s family fled the city to report the letter. They were all killed... When the king knew, the queen mother had already made a big mistake.

Pololiu smiled bitterly.

"Brother fought a big victory and led the troops to a triumph. How can I tell my brother..."

"He did his best for the royal court and came back happily, but I want to tell him, brother, your family is dead, your father, your mother, your pregnant wife and a pair of children, your brothers and sisters... all Dead! Died in the hands of treacherous ministers and princes..."

Pololiu stared at his trembling hands.

"Later, the brother came back. Wang was afraid that the brother would go crazy, and even the soldiers who admired him would rebel. He could only cover up the evidence and shield his mother... The brother didn't know anything. He thought his family died in misfortune... Deliberately reveal the news to him..."

Saisan's ear is crazy.

He carried a knife and rushed into the palace, killing all along the way. The palace guards were his subordinates, not his opponents, and they couldn't do anything, but they couldn't just watch him indiscriminately kill innocent people.

Finally, the master of Saisanger led the monks and soldiers of the Wang Temple to besiege Saisanger.

Polluch was still very young at the time, so he sneaked in.

He will never forget that rainy night.

The great hero most admired by Wang Ting young men, such as a trapped beast, fought with his fellow brothers and sisters, and flew with flesh and blood.

Saisaner eventually died by his master's knife.

"The eagle flying in the sky, the **** wolf galloping across the desert, he didn't die on the battlefield, he didn't die by the enemy's sword, he died in his own hands! Wang Ting guard, master, his junior... …The Chinese army dispatched hundreds of people, set up traps, and arrested one of his distant relatives, just to lure him and besie him... That night, blood flowed in the Wang Temple, I will never forget..."

"Sai Sang ear died in our hands..."

All the monks in the temple who participated in the siege of Saisanger could not forget that night. They were depressed and left one after another and became ascetic monks.

Since then, the royal family has declined and the country has declined, and several generations of monarchs of the Tanmo family have become puppets of the family.

Until the birth of Tamaraga.

Pololiu held Bi Suo's shoulder tightly.

"Senior brother was not killed by the master... he is begging to die..."

Before he died, Saisan glanced around, looked at his doormate, and murmured, "I'm sorry."

The brothers knelt before his body, tears streaming down their faces.

Saisaner was sober at the last moment. He realized that he had killed too many innocent people when he went crazy, gave up resistance and went to death calmly.

The brothers would rather he wasn't sober than he was really crazy.

How painful it is for a hero to lose everything, the belief he has persisted in his life collapses, and finally to die soberly.

Polorius looked at Bi Suo with a twisted face.

"For so many years...Only Luo Jia is the most like him, and Luo Jia is the most suitable person to practice this technique... If God's will is like this... you have to look at him carefully, be loyal to him, and don't let him fall into the situation of Saisaner. ..."

"If one day...Kill him, let him get free..."

...

A cool breeze blew, Bi Suo woke up from the memory, stood in front of the step, and gave a shock.

No matter which way Roga chooses, he will never raise a knife against Roga.

He knew that Luo Jia would not give up his faith easily.

Therefore, he is not afraid of Roga breaking the precept.

He was afraid that Roga would be emotional.

Breaking the precept will not shake Roga's mind, it's different if it's emotional. Not emotional, there is nothing in this world that can hurt him, and emotionally, he will have weakness. However, his identity and practice methods are destined to not have weaknesses and concerns.

Boloriuzhi said that there is only Roga a monarch with the name of Buddha. He has tolerated restraint since he was a child.

He has never been emotional, thinking that being emotional is just a moment of throbbing, as everyone knows, how can he not be lustful when emotional?

If you are tempted, there will be all kinds of unwillingness, all kinds of resentment, all kinds of life and death...Each of them may cause Luo Jia to lose his reason.

Luo Jia wanted to make Princess Wen Zhao a monk... Actually, he had already moved greed, and he wanted her to stay.

But Princess Wen Zhao will not stay.

Bi Suo didn't want to see Luo Jia feel sad for this.

Knowing that he would lose it, it would be cruel to let him get it briefly.

Bi Suo looked down at the saber around his waist, sighed, calmed his thoughts, and stepped into the thick night.

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The power went out today, and the call came in the evening.

This chapter will issue a red envelope~