Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

Yaoying went back to her yard and looked at the large plate of naan bread and white warm soup that the waiter had just delivered. She remembered the barbecue that had just passed by before her eyes.

Knowing that meat is not forbidden, she doesn't need to be vegetarian every day these days.

On the way back, Yuanjue explained to her that the monk Wang Ting couldn't help eating meat. Most monks in the Western Regions are like this. There are three clean flesh and five clean flesh. Three clean flesh means no killing, no sound of killing, and no killing for me. Five pure flesh is based on the former and two kinds: self-death , Bird residue.

That is to say, you did not see the animals killed with your own eyes, did not hear that the animals were killed or heard that the animals were killed for their own sake, either they killed themselves because they wanted to eat, or they were pure meat and edible.

However, seasonings should not be used when cooking clean meat. The monks do not get fishy meat. The "meat" refers to the spicy seasonings such as onion, ginger, and garlic.

In addition, if a monk is sick and needs to eat meat, he can also eat meat on an exception.

Yaoying suddenly realized.

It is not uncommon that there are subtle differences in the precepts of different regions.

For example, in the past, monks had the rule of not eating at noon. After eating at noon, they could not eat until the next day. This is called "Zhai Zhai". After Buddhism was introduced to the Central Plains, this rule changed. Many Central Plains monks gave up not eating lunch and started three meals a day, otherwise they would not be able to guarantee their physical strength.

Buddhism originated in Tianzhu. At first, most monks came from Tianzhu aristocrats. The basic principles of Buddhism are closely related to Tianzhu society. When it first spread to the Central Plains, it was dissatisfied because of conflicts with the traditional patriarchal ethics and Confucianism of the Central Plains. Later, Buddhism adapted measures to local conditions and made adjustments and changes based on the patriarchal ethics of the Central Plains. It continued to evolve and absorb ordinary people from the lower strata before it could spread and become popular in the Central Plains.

The national conditions of the Western Regions and the Central Plains are different. The development of Buddhism naturally shows another aspect. In some countries of the Western Regions, all the people are believers, and the monks are extremely high in status and are closely related to the aristocracy. Sometimes the secular royal power and religious power. It can even be controlled by one person.

In short, different regions have different customs.

The Central Plains has strict discipline. An emperor in the Southern and Northern Dynasties promulgated the "Break Out of Wine", prohibiting killing and asking monks to cut off meat. In addition, the Central Plains monks do not rely on begging for alms, grant fields, cultivate fields, cultivate their own farms, and are completely self-sufficient. , So you don’t need to eat meat.

Yaoying remembers that when Master Xuanzang went west to learn the scriptures, when he passed through the Western Regions, the monks were carnivorous. She thought that the scriptures respected by the royal court had vague signs of the transition from the Hinayana to the Mahayana. She should not eat fishy. She thought that monks should be respected and follow the customs.

She told the soldiers that they jumped three feet high with joy-they are warriors, they are vegetarians every day, and they are going crazy!

...

On the other end, Yuanjue went back to the Buddhist meditation house and reported the incident to Tamara Gha. He smiled and said: "Wang, the temple owner did not neglect Princess Wen Zhao. When the princess moved in, he offered to eat only vegetarian food, but the temple owner didn’t let anyone give it away. Give her other food."

Tamara Gha lowered her head and flipped the paper scroll, and a girl appeared dumbfounded in front of her eyes. Her eyes were wide and she stared at the barbecue on his plate, showing a bit of aggrieved feeling.

Thought she was neglected.

It turned out that it was not a grievance, but a simple shock, a kind of "how can you eat meat?" astonishment.

Does she think he can drink a meal?

Tamara Gama's brows and eyes were light, and his slender fingers flicked the bead.

...

The next day, the food delivered to Yaoying's yard had a few more plates of barbecue.

It's a pity that the barbecue is not carefully prepared, and the method is crude, only sprinkled with some salt.

However, the soldiers who had been hungry for many days still chewed excitedly, gnawing the barbecue so that there was no bones left.

After eating, Yaoying assigned her soldiers to work separately.

She has found out about it. Wang Court has large vineyards, and most of the grapes are picked to make wine. Gaochang's wines are well-known far and wide, and they sell well in Eastern and Western trade. Wangting's wines are not as mellow as Gaochang's, but they can be preserved for a long time without deterioration.

The land that Yaoying bought happened to contain a few vineyards.

Before, Qi Nian mentioned that he could make wine, and she asked him to make some wines first, but she didn't expect them to make money anyway. Shepherding sheep and tanning are all physical tasks. Most of them are sold because they can't do any work. She has been thinking about how to find some light work for them.

Teach them to dry raisins?

This thought flashed past, Yaoying ordered her soldiers to go to Fangshi to buy some raisins, and to find out how to dry the raisins in the local area.

The soldier should be here.

Yaoying sat in front of the courtyard, looking at the overwhelming grapes in front of the flower wall, for a while.

She had trouble with Li Zhongqian because she wanted to drink wine.

In Chang'an, wine is expensive.

At that time, the Tang army conquered Gaochang and brought Gaochang's horse milk grape varieties and vinification methods back to the Central Plains. Taizong Li Shimin planted grapes in the royal garden and made wine personally, which he bestowed upon the ministers to share. Later, wine was promoted to the private sector, and it was common in the market. However, because of years of wars, fresh grapes became a rarity, and the grape winemaking methods were lost. Naturally, wine was even more rare.

There was an imperial physician who said that drinking wine in moderation is good for women. Yaoying just happened to be greedy, and clamoring for a few drinks, Li Zhongqian humiliated her and taught a few words. She has been taking Ninglu Pills, and the genius doctor has advised that it is best not to drink alcohol while she is taking the medicine.

Thinking of this, Yaoying suddenly remembered something.

Tamaraga is now taking Shui Mang Cao, does he know this taboo?

She thought for a while, shook her head and laughed: Tamaraga is a monk, how can she drink alcohol?

At night, the soldiers returned with a few packs of raisins and spread them out on the table.

Yaoying knew at a glance that these brown raisins were not high quality.

The soldier said: "Princess, these are the best raisins in the city. People in Fangshi said they also supply the raisins from the palace. Hushang said that in the summer of Wang Ting, the weather is hot and dry, the sunshine is long, and there is little rain. They pick grapes. Direct exposure afterwards, without going through other processes."

Yaoying picked up a few raisins, looked at the color, smelled the smell, tasted a few raisins, and pondered for a moment. It seems that the way to dry the raisins is very rough now.

She told the soldiers: "You go out of the city and tell Lao Qi tomorrow, don’t bear the fruit of the grapes, shovel all the grapes, all gardens will be planted with strange stone honey, horse milk, and black pearl grapes. If you can’t buy grapes, let him go. In the south of the city, look for Hu Shangkang to send more tea and silk."

The soldier should talk about another thing: "Old Qi said that he contacted some Shazhou people in exile, most of whom have no food and clothing. He asked me to ask the princess, can he take them in?"

Yaoying frowned.

After all, Wang Ting was only temporarily sheltering her. They could not cause trouble to the Wang Ting. More and more people would be taken in in the future, and they could not all receive the Wang Ting.

"Now that the number of people is not too large, those who can be taken in will be taken in. You remember to tell Qi, you must draw up a roster, and don't leave any of them. Then I can pay taxes according to the roster."

The Minister of the Royal Court is greedy for money, and she pays taxes according to the head, so that she will not attract too much criticism. The compilation of a roster will also facilitate the management and screening of personnel, and lay a solid foundation for training soldiers.

She is short of people, and the more people we recruit, the better.

The soldiers nodded, took notes one by one, hesitated, and asked: "Some Shazhou people... Lao Qi doesn't know if they should take it."

Yaoying asked: "Since I am from Shazhou, why can't I accept it?"

The soldier replied: "They are not Han people, they are all Hu women. They lived in the Western Regions. They were sold several times by caravans. Finally, they ended up in the royal court. I heard that Lao Qi had taken in many Hexi people, and they also begged to come over. ."

Yaoying frowned, glanced at the soldiers, called all the soldiers, and glanced over everyone's faces.

She looked a little stern, Xie Chong and Xie Peng didn't dare to joke, all of them stood there with their hands down.

Yaoying said one word: "Shazhou and Guazhou belong to the land of Hexi. The local people, regardless of Hu and Han, are all citizens of Wei, have you remembered?"

The crowd should be so deep.

Yaoying then ordered the soldiers who had just been questioning: "As a Shazhou native, I also begged to come over. If I can take it in, I will find a way to take it in."

He said: "If there are people who are unruly, they must not be tolerated, and they should be expelled immediately. We can only save others before we save ourselves. Let Qi be cautious and don't cause trouble."

The soldier should be here.

After a few days of turmoil, Yaoying estimated that Ashina Bisuo would be back soon and began to prepare for Gaochang. Previously, Tan Moroga had said that Bisuo would accompany her to Gaochang as an envoy.

During this period, she insisted on appearing in the morning class every morning. Although she could not understand the preaching, she could still sit down for half an hour and follow the monks to recite scriptures.

Tamara Gha helped her, and she couldn't live up to his painstaking efforts.

The monks and Yaoying didn't speak the language. Seeing that she had a pious and respectful attitude, and was so young and beautiful, she could wash away the lead, and did not apply fat. She got up and did her homework every day before dawn. Her attitude towards her was much kinder than before.

However, no one dared to talk to Yaoying. Where she passed by, all the monks immediately looked away and did not dare to look at her.

Prajna is anxious and frustrated: Obviously, these monks are not strong enough and are shaken by Yaoying's beauty, so they treat her as a scourge to escape!

He secretly complained to Yuanjue: "Every time Princess Wen Zhao passed by the front hall, the eyes of the little novice monks almost fell out! What should I do if this continues?"

Yuanjue smiled: "The princess only came to the temple to chant in the morning class. The other Chenguang never walked in the temple, neither deliberately seduce anyone, nor flamboyantly flutter around. The princes and ladies in the city also often come to the front hall to listen to the audience. The Zen master gave lectures, all with heavy makeup, and the gold and jade on his head and on his body were piled upon each other. For fear of being compared by others, he had to bring four or five maids who were waiting. So many women came to listen to the lectures, how about you? Only for Princess Wen Zhao?"

Prajna was speechless, silent for a while, and stomped with anger: "Princess Wen Zhao looks like a goddess, more beautiful than them!"

Fate was funny and helpless, "The beauty of the princess is a gift, not a sin. This is also the test of the Buddha to the young novices. If they can pass the test, it means that they are pious. If they are dreaming every day, it means they Their piety is not enough, just to sharpen them."

He paused for a while, and solemnly said, "The same is true for the king."

Prajna thought about it, it's the same reason, it's nothing more.

Yaoying didn't know that Yuanjue really regarded her as the Buddha's test of Tamara Gha, and she regularly attended morning classes every day.

Usually she is alone, but on this day, a few monks stopped her after the lecture, opening her mouth with a bunch of Sanskrit.

She didn't understand, her face was inexplicable.

The monk was another string of Hu language she didn't understand. Another monk next to him was dissatisfied and dragged the monk into a heated debate. The more noisy the two became, the more excited they became. Several monks next to him joined in and quickly attracted the attention of the monk.

"what happened?"

The temple owner rushed over to mediate.

The quarreling monk did not lower his voice, but the higher the noise, the higher the noise, and he pulled the other party with his hands, patted the other party's shoulder, and became blushing.

The temple master was furious, but when he understood what the people were arguing with, he didn't scold them, but frowned, and said, "I can't be the master in this matter. The master must make a decision."

Before Yaoying could hear clearly what the monks were arguing about, she was sent to the meditation house of Tamaraga by the monk together with the quarreling monks.

The silver-white flowers of the Elaeagnus jujube in the courtyard are almost gone, and the ground is covered with petals.

Tamara Gha was dealing with official duties, wearing a bare-shoulder robes, and her honey-colored shoulders were soft and shiny.

The master of the monastery respectfully saluted the guard first, and when the predestined consciousness signaled him to go in, he immediately took a few monks into the meditation house to report the incident.

After listening to his report, Tamaragarh raised his eyes and looked at Yaoying who was standing in front of the door.

Yaoying knew it and walked in.

Tamara Gajah instructed Karma: "Take a pen and paper."

Yuanjue brought a small case table, brought paper and pen, and placed it on the right side of Tamara Ka.

Tamara Gya asked Yaoying: "Can the princess silently write down the "Heart Sutra" that she had recited some time ago?"

He looked at her with a puddle of clear water in his eyes, cold and gentle.

Although there is no intention to appease, it can make people calm down immediately.

Yaoying calmly nodded, walked to the small case, sat down cross-legged, and started to write silently.

The room was quiet, only the rustling sound of the pen across the paper.

In a short while, Yaoying finished writing silently, and handed it to Yuanjue, who was sent to Tamaraga before the case.

Tamaraga glanced at the ten lines, first glanced, and then looked at it from the beginning, this time carefully.

After reading it, he put down the paper.

"Does the princess have a Sanskrit version of the Heart Sutra?"

Yaoying shook her head. Most of the original versions of the Buddhist scriptures were in Sanskrit, but there were different translations. There were many Sanskrit versions of Buddhist scriptures in her dowry, but there was no Sanskrit version of the Heart Sutra.

Several monks heard this, whispering, and one of them was very excited.

Tamara Gap glanced at him lightly.

The monk's face was flushed, he stopped arguing and lowered his head.

Tamara Gha asked Yuanjue to fetch papers, pick up a pen, and start writing against the Chinese that Yaoying had just written silently.

Yaoying was a little curious, her eyes fell on his pen and found that he was writing Sanskrit, which she couldn't understand.

Is he directly translating what she recited?

She looked at it for a while, but before she could understand, Tamara Gha suddenly raised her head and met her.

Yaoying was startled, and smiled at him, her eyebrows slightly bent, her eyes black and black.

Flowers like branches, blooming brilliantly, full of youthful arrogance, eyes full of trust.

Don't you care about him eating meat now?

Tamara Gha looked down, pointed to a sentence on the paper, and asked Yaoying quietly for a sentence.

Yaoying recovered her senses and replied in a low voice.

With a sound of Tamara Khan, he picked up the pen to revise the words he had written before, and then asked after a while, Yaoying answered seriously.

They spoke Chinese, and the guards and monks on the guard could not understand or insert a word. They could only hold their breath and stare at them without blinking, observing their expressions.

Yaoying sat next to Tamaraga, he asked and she answered.

She glanced at the few monks who looked tensed and eagerly looking forward, and honestly said: "Master, I don't really understand the meaning. Would you like to ask a few more people for the Master?"

Tamara Gaya lowered his eyebrows and said, "It's okay, the princess only needs to repeat the original text."

He didn't know how long it had passed. After finishing the translation, he took another piece of paper and copied it, and then handed it to Yuanjue.

Yuanjue handed the paper to a few waiting monks. The monks rushed to pass it on and quarreled again. Finally, they saluted Tamaraga, looking like they were waiting for him to judge.

Tamaraga said a few words.

Several monks were stunned for a long time, showing thoughtful expressions. Some looked enlightened, and some were still a little dazed. After a while, everyone folded their hands towards Tamaraga and retreated.

Yaoying was left alone in front of the case: What happened?

She looked at Tamaragarh and asked in Chinese in a low voice: "Master, I didn't trouble you, did I? Why are they arguing about the Heart Sutra?"

Tamara Gya shook his head slightly, signaled that there was nothing wrong, and said: "They have not read the Sanskrit version of the Heart Sutra, searched all over the classics and found no record. They suspected that it was an Apocrypha, so they quarreled and had nothing to do with the princess."

Yaoying looked surprised, thought about it, and said decisively: "Then I won't memorize it anymore."

There are many sects of Buddhism. The Buddhist teachings in the Western Regions are more deeply influenced by Tianzhu, and they are fused with local customs and traditions. They are mixed with many things that she does not understand. She does not want to offend others because of her unintentional actions.

Tamara Gha looked down at the heart sutra that Yaoying had just written silently, and said: "The princess does not mind, whether the Heart Sutra is authentic or false is not in their recognition, nor whether there is the original Sanskrit text or the Buddhist principles in the scripture. Since the Buddha died For more than a thousand years, various sects have interpreted the meaning of the scriptures and wrote a vast array of Buddhist scriptures. Have they never seen the Apocrypha?"

Yaoying suddenly realized that the monks just now had different opinions because of the source of the Heart Sutra, so I asked Tamaraga to judge. This is the answer he gave.

No wonder those monks were persuaded.