Chapter 522

Speaking of this, Li Shimin pulled out a piece of light paper from the book case on one side and threw it to Princess Gaoyang. He only said: "this is the Chen note handed over by Dali Temple today. See for yourself". He was no longer bothered to pay attention to his daughter who had already lost her sense of propriety.

After Princess Gaoyang picked up the old paper, she found that the events she had done in violation of national regulations were recorded clearly and exactly.

Among them, Her wishful thinking about the defense machine is only speculation and coercion, but it can be seen from between the lines that her every move is clearly seen in the eyes of those ministers who are full and idle.

Asshole!

Gao Yang, who was stuffy and breathless, crushed the paper in his hand, but he collapsed to the ground after ending this crazy action.

After entering the house, Fang Yiai, who said nothing, finally moved a little after seeing the current response of Princess Gaoyang.

He helped Princess Gaoyang to the ground and said, "Gaoyang, don't argue..."

In the end, he and Gao Yang became a joke.

When he heard his worthless husband's last words, Gao Yang just stared at her son-in-law for a long time, but burst into tears.

This is the sad story between a strong woman and a Dou who can't get up.

Don't blame any of them, it's just because of your character.

But Li Shimin, sitting at the top of the table, knows that the poor man must be hateful. He has long been tired of the farce tonight.

As for this, Li Shimin just waved his hand and ordered Fang Yi, who was still kneeling on one side, "it's getting late now. If there's nothing wrong, get back."

"Tomorrow, the mourning hall of the Zhongfang family needs to be presided over by the person who attacked the Jue. After the affairs behind Fang Aiqing are completed, you can separate your families and order to live according to the practice of the Fang family."

"Now don't tell any lies about brotherhood. If you look up and don't look down, you're no longer suitable to live together."

"Here!"

Fang Yizhi's kneeling was sincere, while Li Shimin's instructions to the later Princess Gaoyang were a little spicy.

"And you, Fang Yiai, take your wife out of my bedroom. I don't want to see your family again in a short time."

"If you are a big man, you should take good care of your own woman. Even if you are a princess, what can it look like when you are pressed on your head by a woman. Also, don't let Gao Yang harass the master of defense."

"Master Xuanzang has returned to the Tang Dynasty in a few days. I have planned to send the debate machine of Puguang temple to master Xuanzang's seat."

"You, don't be delusional!"

With that, Li Shimin waved his hand. The waiters on one side dragged the people in this room out of the palace.

In the dark corridor out of the palace, only Fang Yiai and the princess paced silently. The words they said silently were the same: "I can bear it for a moment today. Now my father is very old..."

The event belonging to the Fang family in the palace came to an end quietly. The good luck belonging to the debate machine is finally coming.

On this day, Gu Zheng, who was buried in the Sutra Pavilion, was informed that the little monk pushed the door too open. He had already adapted to the light of candles in the Sutra Pavilion, and narrowed his eyes in the suddenly bright environment.

In front of him, his master came faintly. With a kind of inexplicable joy and a bit of urgency, he walked in front of the case where he wrote scriptures.

"Don't write about the debate. Come with me quickly. Master Xuanzang has come to Puguang temple and asked to see the person who translated and copied the previous scriptures."

"Oh, good master."

Gu Zheng, who was suddenly interrupted, was encircled, but he still didn't forget to bring the Scriptures he had just translated and the ink hadn't dried up.

Jokes, these are his achievements, which will play an important role in the records of the western regions of the Tang Dynasty in the future.

However, master Xuanzang should be deeply impressed.

Gu Zheng didn't know what was inside. He just followed his original intention to become famous early.

At this moment, he and the defense machine were very excited.

The legendary monk who played a vital role in the inheritance of Buddhism in the middle Tang Dynasty and even in the future is now in front of him.

He was a compassionate old monk. He could still vaguely see his elegant appearance when he was young. Even if the years had painted irreversible traces on him, it had to be said that Xuanzang is also handsome now.

No wonder in later generations' journey to the west, all kinds of banshees cry and have a spring breeze with their royal brother.

From the moment he saw master Xuanzang, Gu Zheng suddenly felt that the skin of his defense machine was too young.

Tang Monk meat, joke, a man's charm, is it only superficial and only face to face?

Gu Zheng, who hasn't talked to him yet, has admired him for his indescribable charm.

If there are several holy monks, there is only one Tang monk in the world.

Seeing this, Gu Zheng put himself very low.

Such pious self modesty also made Xuanzang feel good.

In his opinion, the talent of the debate monk is unlimited, and the understanding of Buddhist classics is even no worse than that of the old monks who have praised the Buddha for many years.

At this age, I should have been proud, with many problems of young monks.

But when I saw it today, I found that the debate machine was as warm as underwater pebbles. I had polished my sharpness with Buddhist Scriptures as soft as Buddhist classics.

This is very good. No wonder the holy master today praises the defense machine and highly praises it.

The compilation of his own classics is a hard work, which can't be done without the help of young people. Then why not have a useful person like Gu Zheng as his assistant?

After all, Buddhism also needs a leader after his death.

Gu Zheng, just like this, simply followed Xuanzang away. A bag of luggage and a monk's robe were empty.

He arrived at the inside of the scripture translation academy, an official institution specially built by Li Shimin for Xuanzang.

In this sutra translation academy, master Xuanzang allowed outstanding mages from all over the country to participate in this work.

If the famous monks in the surrounding small country who are dedicated to Buddhism can also ask the envoys of their respective countries to apply to the sutra translation academy to study and engage in trivial things in the process of sutra translation.

It is such a wide range of talents that the sutra translation academy has been established. There is an endless stream of Buddhist talents from all over the Tang Dynasty.

Of course, Koryo and Japanese around here volunteered, crying and shouting, holding the working monks in front of the Sutra Translation Institute, and asked to participate in it, even if they were serving tea, delivering water and cleaning.

For this, the staff of the four directions Pavilion in the Tang Dynasty are very calm. Due to the situation of the four states coming to the court in the Tang Dynasty, the four directions Pavilion located in Chang'an city is almost surrounded by the envoys of barbarians from all over the world at Grand festivals or ceremonies.

As long as this group of Japanese monks are not excessive and don't kidnap the noble talents of Datang to go to bed and keep their seeds like the noble women of Japanese, they also turn a blind eye and let them negotiate and solve it by themselves.

Therefore, the debate machine that followed master Xuan Zang from the front door was strongly surrounded.

Those monks from various countries in strange clothes want to see a hole in the face of the defense machine.

Who is he?

What's he doing here?

what?

Translate scriptures and participate in the compilation of the biography of the western regions of the Tang Dynasty?

What can he do?

Amitabha, don't blame the Buddha. I have committed the original sin of jealousy

On this day, the mantra of calmness was read most, but then they saw the legend of a young monk.

Obscure scriptures?

That doesn't exist. The same colleague monk holding a book on one side was afraid to disturb master Xuanzang's thinking, so he had to come to ask about the defense machine. When the young monk enlightened others in three or two, he could understand the meaning very smoothly.

The content of scriptures is too complicated?

Translation takes too long?

That doesn't exist.

This debate machine is a person who is buried in translation all day except eating, drinking and Lazar.

Didn't you see that there was a high layer in front of him, and the ancient books carried back from the western regions are decreasing at an amazing speed?

This was digested by the defense machine itself.

No wonder master Xuanzang once said that if the defense machine could maintain such a pious state for ten years, his future achievements could far exceed all the monks present.

It has to be said that due to his unique talent, the defense machine is like a special one for Buddha.

It was this kind of debate that made master Xuanzang more fond of it.

If nothing happens, the old man is very willing to stay with him and watch his daily exchanges with ordinary people in addition to compiling classics.

Among those people, there are many people who admire integrity, but they are not like Gao Yang's naked desire for defense.

Those people were devout and worshipped. They wanted to kneel down in front of Xuan Zang. They just wanted the monk to touch his hair. That was enough.