In the N year of the Tang Dynasty, it was a sunny day.

In Chang'an City, all the people with a little family background are people with families and believers in Buddhism, heading towards Puguang temple.

Entering the Dharma is a rare day.

According to the practice of Puguang Temple Dharma Association, there are porridge sheds spontaneously built by wealthy squires at the foot of the mountain, as well as devout believers who, with sesame oil money, deliver it early in the worship box at the gate of the temple. The prayers with words in their mouths will be safe and obedient this year.

All this is not what Gu Zheng wants to manage now. He just bowed his head and quietly followed behind master daoyue, dressed up all over again.

The last time he saw Li Shimin, he didn't wear a monk's robe and cassock. At the strong request of daoyue, he also wore it.

As the facade of Puguang temple, he should show that the Buddha depends on the definition of gold.

The bell and drum, representing the beginning of the Dharma meeting, rang in the whole temple.

And his master, together with him, slowly ascended the high Dharma altar surrounded by the Yellow robed brothers.

Under the attention of many devout believers in Chang'an City, this high platform wrapped in yellow silk reveals its towering true appearance.

The sound of exclamation reached the climax of the volume when master daoyue stepped step by step on one side of the ladder and stepped up and lifted it like a cloud.

At this height, looking from bottom to top, it is a burst of dizziness.

However, the Taoist Yue, who had sat down slowly on it, was not half moved and showed the demeanor of an eminent monk.

The monk's robe falls, and the golden light seems to be integrated with the sun, so that those who are greedy for the beautiful scenery on it can't help narrowing their eyes.

The dazzling sunshine made believers turn their attention to the square under the stage.

Forced to let them look from their eyes and turn to their ears. When you listen with your ears, you will feel it with your heart.

This is also another use of the high altar Dharma platform.

Throw away the false shell and focus on the feeling of the heart.

However, the Dharma meeting was a mistake for daoyue, who wanted to withdraw his disciples together.

Because after daoyue sat down, Gu Zheng, his deputy on the Dharma platform, also slowly appeared in the field.

Let those believers and people who haven't had time to close their eyes see an exciting scene of the Buddha stepping on the clouds.

The monk's cassock and yellow robe are incomparably luxurious, but it is difficult to hide the inner elegance.

A little cinnabar is between the forehead, red and transparent.

His face is soft like the best Guanyin statue, with unspeakable compassion for heaven and people, Zen and Buddhist nature.

He is like the clouds in the sky and the fish in the pool, which is always out of reach.

Those who saw such a beautiful scene could not afford to be half blasphemous. Unexpectedly, there were some foolish women who cried out to the Buddha and the son of the Buddha and knelt down on the spot of the Dharma meeting.

In this way, because of his noise, he did not stop the monk. He turned a deaf ear, as if all kinds of troubles in the world had passed away with him. His heart only had the high platform in front of him and the Buddha in the hall behind him.

At the end of this section of the road, after Gu Zheng sat down on the auxiliary platform, there was only one response to the debate, that is, piety.

Seeing this, Li Shimin, who was hiding in the crowd and closest to the auditorium, asked the waiter close to one side about his feelings about the Dharma meeting: "what do you think?"

"Do you think I have a unique vision?"

At this time, the internal attendant stared at the direction of the high platform on which the defense plane boarded, with three points of admiration and three points of jiaochen. He replied: "Your Majesty's vision is really good. Master daoyue can praise the Buddha Dharma on this sutra altar. Indeed, he is a generation of enlightened eminent monks."

The voice in the spitting mouth was dripping and crisp. It was not as uncertain as the general waiter. It was indisputable between male and female.

Listen to this voice, it's a little girl.

Sure enough, Li Shimin intimately nodded the tip of the nose of the waiter on one side, laughed proudly again, and looked at the platform where the lecture was about to begin.

The woman who was praised stuck out her tongue and purred her eyes, but turned her eyes to the direction of the debate monk again.

If Gu Zheng could see the woman's face, he would be stunned at the scene.

This is his majesty Wu Huang, who had the highest status during the great Zhou Dynasty.

At this time, Wu Mei was about the same age as Gu Zheng, but in her early twenties, she was in full bloom.

She committed herself to the emperor beside her, but she didn't dare to use half of her means.

Because in the side of Li Shimin, who is so suspicious, her evil means is too childish.

But she has a killer mace that no one knows, that is, now because she looks at the debate machine too seriously, she is found to secretly pinch Prince Li Zhi on her waist as a reminder.

For this sudden salty pig hand, Wu Mei is angry and coquettish. Behind Li Shimin's back, she is doing the most exciting affair in the world.

The taboo feelings of father and son, mother and son, let Li Zhi, who has always shown people with a face of benevolence, righteousness and filial piety, also red through his eyes at this time.

Wheezing can't calm your mind.

Just as he was about to attract his father's attention because of his gaffe, and when Li Shimin was about to turn his head in front, master daoyue on the high platform took the lead in opening his mouth.

"Buddha said..."

The sound of Buddhist wisdom came out of the monk's mouth, and the words were like pearls, which automatically attracted all the minds of the people who came to the ear.

There was a monk from outside who was attracted by his name. He sat on the ground, closed his eyes and explained it. He read it together.

There are those believers who devote themselves to Buddhism. They should be polite with both hands and sincerely feel for them.

For a time, the people inside and outside the scene were washed by the sound, and one by one were immersed in the wonderful sayings of Buddhist interpretation.

Let Li Zhi and Wu Mei, who are still thinking about adultery in the temple, blush inexplicably.

The original heart of stimulating and stealing touch naturally faded down.

Wu Mei, who raised her head, looked uncontrollably in the direction of the debate Machine on the stage.

Isn't this the debate monk who let Princess Gaoyang suffer a lot in the past few days?

I only heard that the princess lived in Puguang temple for one night, but she blocked her own house door. She never went out to entertain guests for many days.

Who doesn't know her purpose of coming to this Buddhist temple?

It's just that people in private turn a blind eye.

After all, the family's real love of the son-in-law's house has not been spoken at all.

However, the monk is really good-looking. Wu Mei, who is bold and reckless, has more bold courage than ordinary women.

While everyone listened quietly to the call of Buddhism, she was always appreciating the beautiful monk.

For a time, obsessed, the image of the defense machine was deeply engraved in Wu Mei's mind.

Since then, from Buddha to devil, it has been engraved in her heart, which makes her aesthetic view change strangely towards the image of debate machine.

Wu Mei, who did not know that she had been affected imperceptibly, quickly pulled back her thoughts after the last sentence of master daoyue on the high platform.

Although it is only a small legal discrimination, it makes Li Shimin realize the most real level of daoyue.

Seeing the figure of the debate machine of devout Buddha worship behind daoyue, the first dangerous light in Li Shimin's eyes passed in a flash and dissipated after the lecture.

He didn't disturb the people around him, but whispered to the real bodyguard on one side. After he said to evacuate, he quietly withdrew from the crowd outside the temple gate. In a moment, he got down the mountain. Unexpectedly, he didn't even listen to master daoyue's later lectures.

The purpose of this trip has been achieved. In this mixed place, it's better to be careful.

A seemingly loose but in fact closely guarded small garden team began to leave in the direction of the palace in Chang'an city.

Li Shimin, who relies on his car, didn't ride because he took Wu Mei out today. On the contrary, it tilted in the collapse of the car wrapped in yellow silk, as if it didn't look at the Scriptures in its hand.

Afraid of seeing Wu Mei's boredom on one side, Li Shimin suddenly asked a word in his heart: "Meiniang, do you think the monk named debate machine looks too good?"

"What will the people of Chang'an think?"

Wu Meiniang, who was asked, had a click in her heart, and her impression of the arrogant princess Gaoyang was three points worse.

You say you are a young and beautiful concubine. How can you evaluate the ugliness or beauty of a young monk.

If the princess's behavior, which was too obvious to cover up, had not been known by her father, how could she have caused such a disaster for her?

Wu Mei, who was just thinking of acting according to her own heart, suddenly thought of the good thing that was suddenly interrupted when Li Shimin was close to her a few days ago.

On that day, she hid behind the curtain full of resentment and heard what Gao Yang said when he suddenly met?

By the way, Fang Xuanling's body may not be well. Her Princess, who married to the Fang family outside the Tang Dynasty, wants to compete for the title of Duke of the Fang family for his son-in-law.

This world is still the world of the emperor's majesty. Can you intervene in this world's testimonies?