Its daybreak.

At the end of the war, the magnificent holy city was in ruins, ruined and ruined, and the magnificent gilt gate of the palace was scorched black in the fire.

But everyone survived.

Snow splashed outside the city, and a letter was sent back to the holy city with a letter of good news from Lubu. The Ten Mile Long Street was crowded with people who had survived the disaster. The cheers of victory and songs praising the Buddha circulated and echoed in the brilliant morning light, and the sound of the clouds was suppressed.

With the sound of the whining horn, the crowd boiled, and everyone excitedly rushed to the city gate, waiting to welcome the return of the Buddha.

The avenue was crowded with people, side by side, and there was almost no place to go.

The ground trembles faintly, and the sound of neat horseshoes is heard. At the forefront are hundreds of sergeants in mysterious clothes and silver armors and riding horses, followed by five generals with bows and long swords on their waists. The military appearance is clean and majestic and majestic.

At the end of the army is a team of tribal soldiers wearing animal skin jackets. They come from different tribes. They don’t wear tabards. All of them are disheveled. They are covered in blood. Thousand evil spirits.

No one laughed at them for being savage and vulgar.

The people looked at them gratefully, with their left hands clenched in front of their chests, to express their sincere thanks to them.

The array enters the city, crosses the long streets of rubble, and spreads out to both sides of the long streets.

The drums are booming, like thunderous thunder blasting in everyone's heart.

In the middle of the array, one person rides slowly on a horse, dressed in a blood-stained monk robe, holding a long black knife, and a pair of blue eyes that are full of rain and the sky is deep and cold. There is no sadness or joy, and his face is beautiful. The majestic and graceful, like standing on a high Buddha temple overlooking all living beings, solemn and holy, cold and dusty, not to be desecrated.

He fights mercilessly, like a sharp sword made of ice and snow, slashing all demons, vajra glaring, and surrendering the demons.

He smiled slightly, and that was a noble snow lotus blooming in the sword forest. The Bodhisattva's low eyebrows, compassion and forgiveness, are still unattainable.

This is their Buddha, sacred and noble, earning peace for them in the troubled times, blocking the North Rong army that is ravaging various countries from the royal court, so that they can live and work in peace and work, and sing their songs.

The morning light was shining, he rode a horse, bathed in a brilliant golden light, his monk's robe fluttered like a god.

The drums stopped and the wind stopped. Everyone held their breath and looked up at Tamaraga.

After a while, a cry with a cry broke the silence, and someone knelt to the ground, kowtow to thank you. With this sound, the other people came back to their senses one after another, and then knelt to the ground, and no hundreds of people rushed forward, shouting the Buddha's name of Tamaraga, and wept loudly.

Tan Moroga turned a deaf ear, looked indifferent, said nothing, and walked towards the temple.

The believers knelt behind him, praying together in prayer.

After the army formation, Li Zhongqian looked at the crazy people in all directions, frowning, and then looking at the soldiers who looked at Tamaraga with the same fanatical gaze, his face became more gloomy, and he looked back at Yaoying.

Yaoying was dressed in a military uniform and a felt hat, covering her face, and walking alongside him, she smiled at him when she saw him turning around.

Li Zhongqian said with a stern face: "Look, these believers regard Buddha as a god, even the lieutenant generals in the army. Who do you like badly, like a monk?"

Yaoying smiled: "Brother, didn't you tell me to bring Sultan Gu back to Gaochang? You asked him to take good care of me..."

Li Zhongqian frowned. These days, as long as he thought of sending Yaoying with his wounded eyes to Tamaraga, he would not be angry.

"Where did I know that Sultan Gu was Tamaraga!"

Yaoying blinked at him, her eyelashes flickered, her black eyes filled with a cheerful smile, as if rubbing into the sunlight, twinkling, sparkling and leaping.

Li Zhongqian was startled.

He knew that Mingyue Slave had always had concerns. She wanted to beware of Li De and Li Xuanzhen. She considered everything for him. Every time she sent him out, she was afraid that he would never go back. She said the words over and over again and did not tire of it.

She has been sensible since she was a child, and he didn't ask her to marry a high-ranking kid, he only hoped that she would be safe and happy, free from sorrow, laugh as much as she wanted, and no longer have to worry about being harmed by Li De and Li Xuanzhen.

The current Mingyue slaves are unfettered and unrestrained. Haidu Aling led one hundred thousand coalition forces to besiege the holy city. She immediately thought of using this opportunity to attack his suzerain, trap him in the royal court, wipe out his remaining forces in one fell swoop, completely cut the grass and roots, and at the same time let the Western army stand up and sweep away. The obstacle of the western army, instead of bringing the western army to the rescue recklessly.

Mingyuenu has grown up a long time ago. He used to protect his little sister, but later, it was his sister who had been protecting his brother.

Li Zhongqian didn't know what it was like in his heart, comfort, pride, and a trace of melancholy.

The anger dissipated little by little.

He snorted coldly: "As you are in your current status, Lang Jun picks it up with you. You really like him. You can come to the Wang Court to see him if you have nothing to do. Don't think about other things. My brother-in-law can't be a monk!"

Yaoying didn't say a word.

Yuanjue greeted him on horseback, leading the two of them to the other courtyard to rest first.

"Where is the mage? He should rest too." Yaoying said.

Yuanjue replied: "The monks in the temple set up a dojo in the square in front of the main hall of the temple to worship the Buddha. This afternoon, the king will go to preside over the puja and lead the monks to pray for the dead and save the souls of the dead. All the people in the city will go forward. Go and pray."

Yaoying nodded. She remembered that it was the same before. After the war, Tamaraga would preside over the puja and chant sutras to pray for blessings.

She and Li Zhongqian went to the other hospital, gathered the people, counted the number of people, collected information from various parties, sent a letter, directed the Dharma far away in Gaochang to issue an edict, and arranged for the soldiers and horses to go to various places to pick up the detained refugees.

An hour later, Yuanjue came over.

"Princess, the king invites you to visit Wangsi."

Li Zhongqian frowned and asked, "Why are you going to Wangsi?"

Now that everyone in the royal court knows that Tamara Gha has moved her to Yaoying and asked her to go to the Wang Temple, what should the believers do if they become crazy?

Yuanjue bowed and said: "Please be relieved, the Lord Wei. There are guards inside and outside the Wang Temple. The monks in the temple and the people present will never embarrass the princess."

Yaoying was worried about Tamaraga, and after writing a letter, she clapped her hands, "You lead the way."

...

Wang Temple.

In the square pedestal, prayer flags fluttered, surrounded by flowers, incense burners spit smoke, mist filled with mist, and hundreds of silver candles burned brightly, illuminating the high platform brilliantly.

Sanskrit bells, golden drums, chime, cymbal drums, and cymbals sounded one after another, and the Sanskrit sounds were bursting.

On the altar, Tamara Gya sat in front of the Buddha statue, dressed in a white gold-patterned robes, sang super-prayer scriptures, surrounded by Buddha's light, graceful and elegant, with a clear and cold voice.

The monks in vestments stood under the platform and chanted together.

There was a surging crowd under the Dharma platform, a large area was crushed in darkness, and all the people of the entire city came. They prayed together, reciting the names of their loved ones in silence, tears rolling out of their eyes.

Generals in the army, officials who stayed behind in the holy city, chiefs of various ministries, lords and envoys of other countries who came from various places with the reinforcements also bowed down and recited scriptures.

The sound of chanting is like thousands of rivers converging into the sea, condensing into vast waves.

When the solemn ritual was over, everyone bowed their heads and wiped their tears.

Tamara Gha got up, looked around with blue eyes, his eyes were light and light. In the eyes of the believers and monks, he put down the tin stick in his hand, walked down the high platform step by step, and walked towards the temple of the Buddha.

The people looked around blankly, looked at each other, raised their heels to him, and called for his sacred sign.

The Janissaries stopped them outside the hall.

Tamara Gha did not say a word.

Several candles were lit in the main hall, and the blue smoke filled the temple. Master Venatito stood in front of the temple with a copper staff in his hand, and his old face showed a bit of compassion.

Tamaraga walked into the main hall, and the golden light flashing on the robes was like wrinkled water waves. He raised his head and looked up at the golden Buddha in the hall with his hands clasped together.

"I led my army to kill the enemy, and forged countless murders. I should be punished."

Master Titus sighed and slowly said: "The king, the people, and the monks already know your identity as the regent. You save the people from fire and water, and you are still the Buddha in the eyes of the people. You should not be punished."

There was no expression on Tan Moroga's face. He looked at the Buddha statue and said indifferently: "One day you will be a member of the sandman, and one day you must abide by the precepts."

He paused for a while, "This is the last time I receive a penalty."

Master Titus was stunned, his wrinkled face shook a few times, and he could barely stand steady.

"The king..." He reacted with a sad expression, "General Saisan'er was killed by the monks and soldiers in the monastery... The monk did not want to repeat the same mistakes, so they panicked when they learned that you were the queen regent, and listened to Princess Chima and the others. , Thinking that you have lost your mind and killed innocent people indiscriminately... the people are kept in the dark. They don't understand the government and the entanglements in the royal house, so naturally they can't understand the king's painstaking efforts..."

Master Titus sighed long and saluted Tamaraga.

"Do you want to give up the Tao that you have practiced for many years because the world does not understand? You are the most talented and wise person I have ever seen, and the most proud disciple of Polorius, if you can concentrate If you study Buddhism, you will surely become a masterpiece in the future. What a pity to give up halfway through!"

Tamaragarh looked indifferent, but his gaze was very firm: "The ten thousand dharma is ideal, one thought, all ten thousand actions, knowing the mind to see nature, and seeing nature to become a Buddha. The path chosen by me and the monks in the temple is originally different, and it is not the same. No need to go the same way."

"When I was young, I saw the ministers of the DPRK and China fighting intrigue, only caring about immediate interests. The people were living in a difficult situation and suffering from wars. I once said to Master that I would like to do my best to calm the troubled times and keep the royal court away from wars."

"If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell. Fight to end a war, even if it is a war."

"The world suspects and hates me, and the monks despise me and laugh at me. To me, it's like a passing moment."

He remembered his beliefs, put an end to the flames of war, and let the court stay in peace for a long time, and the soldiers were destroyed.

Mage Titus trembled all over: "Then why does the king give up his way?"

Tamaraga cross-legged: "What is Tao?"

Master Titus was startled.

Tamaraga looked at the Buddha statue and slowly said: "Thousands of rivers have water, thousands of rivers and moons, the moon is like Buddha nature, and thousands of rivers are like sentient beings. Like Qianjiang, there is also my Buddha nature, my bright moon, and my Tao."

"For more than twenty years, I have shouldered the royal court and devoted myself to cultivating the Taoism. I dare not neglect the slightest...

"She knows me, understands me, and I have gone through the storm together, and moved forward. When I faced her, I had more desires, greed, hatred, and ignorance, and my mood couldn't be peaceful, and when I chanted the scriptures, I couldn't stop it. I thought that this life will last forever. When you fall into hell, you can fulfill your selfishness only after you die. The moment she came back, I knew that this obsession had penetrated into my heart and was unforgettable."

"Life is like a morning dew, I can cultivate my way even if I'm not in Shamen."

"If I want to sever my desire and never meet her again, my whole life will be like an empty shell with no fun at all."

He has fallen into eros, longing for her all the time, so he doesn't need to deceive himself.

Master Titus heard the determination and will of Tamaragarh.

He takes the world as his own responsibility, and one person takes on the entire royal court. One hand of prayer beads and the other steel knife did not make him sway. He always remembered his beliefs and responsibilities. Therefore, when he was lusted, his will was also firm.

"The king..." Master Titus sighed, "Princess Wen Zhao's affection for you and the kindness to the royal court have been spread throughout the royal court. You are a Buddha. If you are a Buddha, the world will no longer obstruct insults."

He is still the son of a Buddha in the royal court, and believers admire him and adore him, and can tolerate him and Princess Wen Zhao continue to communicate.

The corner of Tamaragara's lips twitched slightly: "My path to monasticism, with her company, is enough."

It is impossible for him to let her continue to associate with him without a name, and let her be scolded secretly by the world.

If he wants her, he will give her everything, so that she will have no worries and laugh as much as she wants.

Master Titus shook his head, heartbroken, helpless, discussing the Tao with the Buddha, who can argue with the Buddha?

It's a pity, the brightest disciple of the Boluoliuzhi, it really is not the end of the world.

He raised the staff.

Tamara Gaya closed his eyes.

"Buddha!"

"King!"

There was a cry in front of the temple door, and the people rushed into the temple, knelt to the ground, and stepped forward: "King, you shouldn't be punished!"

Titus closed his eyes and his staff fell.

The first rod fell fiercely, and he folded and recited the scripture silently, remembering that day, she knelt in the temple, saying that she had cut off her mind and would never show up in front of him again.

The monks asked, she didn't want to cause him trouble, so she answered carefully.

As everyone knows, she had no other thoughts in her mind at that time. Instead, he was high above the Buddhist temple. His heart was filled with evil thoughts. As a monarch, her desire to control secretly grew, and she wanted to trap her in the Wang Temple and stay with him day by day.

The second rod, the third rod...The rod fell one after another, and the Tamara Gaya's forehead was puffed with fine sweat, without moving, without saying a word.

Twenty years of time swayed in this stick and one stick, and her face appeared in his mind. She smiled slightly, and the gloomy sky was bright.

Thousands of mountains and rivers, lofty mountains and ridges, she came from a long way, and made waves and greed for him, whose heart is still like water.

Perhaps this is the Buddha's tempering on him. He did not pass the Buddha's test.

But he was willing to do so.

The people looked at him blankly.

...

Outside the Buddhist temple, Yaoying who hurriedly saw the scene in the temple at a glance, stayed for a while, pulled his legs down the steps, and ran towards the hall.

"Princess!"

Yuanjue several people hurriedly stopped her, and even helped her to the front of the stairs, and whispered: "Princess, the king has ordered it, this is the punishment he should receive...no one can help him. Be punished. Once the punishment is over, you will be fine in the future. You must not go in. The king will blame us."

Yaoying stopped and stood in front of the main hall, watching the staff in the hall in the distance fall on his back one by one, her heart trembling, her fingers gripping her sleeves tightly.

Li Zhongqian also followed, stood beside her, raised his eyebrows, and said nothing.

In the hall, Tamaraga finished the torture silently, blood stains on his robes.

Master Titus panted, put down his staff, sighed, and bowed to him.

Tamaraga raised his eyes, stood up slowly, replied, turned around, looked over the tearful believers in the temple, over the empty vestibule, over the flying prayer flags, and fell straight on Yaoying outside the temple. .

He stood in the temple.

She stood outside the gate of the temple.

Across a door, between the insurmountable sand gate and mortal dust, and a long distance away, the two looked at each other.

Everything around him faded away, and all the things he had known since he had known each other came to his mind. Only her was left in his eyes, and she could only see him in her eyes.

He called her princess again and again.

She called him a mage.

Tears flickered in Yaoying's eyes.

Tan Moroga stood in front of the Buddha statue, pale, sweating profusely, and the corners of his lips were raised slightly and smiled at her.

With this smile, it seemed as if the breeze was blowing, the noble and cold water lotus slowly stretched its petals and bloomed in the wind by the side of Sansheng Pool.

Suddenly, Guanghua was released.

Yaoying's heart aches.

Tamaraga stared at her and walked out of the hall.

The believers wept loudly, climbed forward, and reached out to pull at the sleeves and hem of his monk robe, trying to keep him.

"Buddha! You are still our Buddha!"

"It is said that Modern Gaya and Ananda were the husband and wife of the first life and the first life. You and Princess Wen Zhao are also married in the previous life. Princess Wen Zhao stays in the temple, and your reputation will not be damaged. You will always be the Buddha we admire!"

"Buddha, you can't leave the temple! You are the reincarnation of Ananda, the incarnation of the gods and Buddha!"

The believers cried, knelt down, begged, howled, and confessed.

Suddenly, Tamara Gaya walked through the vestibule, through the creeping believers, through the shocked courtiers, generals, and chiefs, stepping up, step by step, stepping out of the corridor, and walking to Yaoying. , Raised his hand, and pulled off his robes.

The cassock flew across the promenade, flying in the wind, flying higher and higher, and then fell down.

Outside the Wang Temple, the crowd was like weaving, with thousands of heads moving.

The movement in the main hall had already spread to the outside of the temple, and a piece of news spread like wildfire. Everyone couldn't believe it. They were stunned, gathered down the long steps, raised their heads, and watched the robes slowly fall.

Thousands of eyes condensed on that robes.

As the robes landed, there was a commotion in the crowd, a cry full of pain and loss came out, and then there was another cry. People shivered lightly, tears streaming down, sobbing in all directions, and the waves surging.

Their king is still vulgar.

Long wind hunting.

Tamara Gia looked at Yaoying, her shoulders and shirt had long been soaked with blood, dripping with sweat, and waves were surging in her deep blue eyes.

"Mingyue Slave, from today onwards, I am no longer a member of the Shamen."

"I want to live well."

The heart is like still water, life and death are just a matter of blinking an eye, no need to force it. Having trouble, he wants to get along with her day and night, he wants to live, he wants to accompany her.

Yaoying's teary eyes whirling.

She knew that he had practiced Buddhism since he was a child and never asked him to return to the vulgar. Whether he is a royal monarch, a monk, or a Sultan who can never reveal his identity, she doesn't care. In her eyes, he is the best tantrum. Roga.

But he returned the vulgarity.

She curled her eyebrows slightly and smiled with tears, "You lunatic."

Tamaraga chuckled lightly, with a gentle smile, but his tone was so strong that he couldn't doubt it, and his sharp edge: "You have no chance to regret it."

When she came back, she couldn't escape again.

He staggered and frowned slightly.

Yaoying saw the blood stains on his shoulders and shirt, and her heart was sore that she held his arm, "You are a lunatic, and I don't dislike you."

She will accompany him on the next road.

Tamara Ghag smiled, raised his head, and slowly walked down the long steps with her.

The people looked at them blankly.

They were calm and cuddling, walking through the long street step by step.

A carriage inlaid with eight treasures was waiting by the side of the road, and Bi Suo and the officer of the Guards leaned over to salute them respectfully.

The long street was chaotic, and the generals, tribal chiefs, officials and lords in armors followed out of the temple, knelt and kowtow: "Gracefully send the king back to the palace."

Tamaragarh is their king. Only he can shock the nations and make all tribes surrender. Regardless of whether he returns to the vulgar or not, the people everywhere still worship him as a god, and no one can shake his throne in the current royal court.

The people still stared at the two men blankly, stepped aside, and watched them board the carriage.

Outside Wang Temple, Yuanjue coughed carefully twice, and smiled at Li Zhongqian who had been cleverly blocked by the guard just now.

"Duke Weiguo, look, how well matched the king and the princess are, they are a match made in heaven!"

Li Zhongqian twitched the corner of his mouth and sneered.

He didn't rush to stop Yaoying, but it was not because of the little tricks of these people.

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"Thousands of rivers and moons... The moon is like Buddha nature..." "Ten Thousand Fas is the Heart..." These few sentences about the Dharma discussion are excerpted from the Buddhist scriptures and related explanations.

"If Yise sees me and asks me with voice, it is a man who is doing evil ways and cannot see the Tathagata." Quoting from the Diamond Sutra.

Correction of typo: There is a deity in the previous article, which was accidentally used as a deity.