It was getting dark.

The brilliant sunset falls on the undulating and well-arranged stone pagodas of Wangsi. In the dusk, the golden light floats. The bronze bells on the eaves of the pagodas sway in the wind, ringing in a solemn and solemn manner.

Bisha climbed up the stone steps with quick steps.

The secret guard Bamir in the corner stopped him and said, "General, stop."

Bisa took off her copper talisman and said, "I want to see the king."

Bamir went in with the bronze talisman, and came out after a while. He led him into the yard and asked him to wait under the tree.

Bisuo raised his head and took a look at the dimly lit cave. He paced back and forth anxiously, and his eyes swept across the bare tree and saw some familiar knots.

He stared at the tree in a daze.

This tree was transplanted by Tanmarajiva himself.

This cave is where Tanmarajiva lived and where he received formal ordination.

Princess Wen Zhao didn’t know… that Luo Jia’s birthday celebration would last for several days, and today was his exact birthday.

Bisha tightly grasped the hilt of the knife in his right hand.

Tanmarajiva did not care about his birthday. In recent years, his followers had celebrated for him on their own. On this day in previous years, he would copy Buddhist scriptures by himself from morning till night, and would not see outsiders.

This year, today.

On this significant day, he brought Princess Wen Zhao to this cave which had special meaning to him.

This shows that Princess Wen Zhao also means a lot to him.

…

In the grotto.

Yaoying swallowed the pill and sat cross-legged.

Tanmaraka sat opposite her, twirling the beads between his fingers, his eyes slightly lowered.

Silent and quiet, with green smoke rising lightly.

Yaoying was not used to sitting upright on her knees, and soon she felt her waist and legs were sore and numb. However, Tanmarajiva remained motionless, and the pattern on his robes was as quiet as ripples on the water. He was like a Buddha statue, and only the beads in his hand were shaking slightly. It seemed that he could sit there for a whole day without moving.

She looked around. The room was simply furnished with a desk, a screen, a low couch and a Buddhist shrine. There was nothing to see. Her gaze returned to Tanmaragha. She rested her chin on her hand and stared at him quietly.

His facial features are deep and distinct, as he is a high monk respected by all people. Usually he looks as gentle as jade, cool and elegant. In fact, if you look closely, his face has a bit of stern and heroic spirit, so when he frowns, he looks dignified and graceful. But he has a pair of soft emerald eyes, which seem to contain a deep pool, and his brows are bright and his demeanor is elegant.

Yao Ying couldn't help thinking: He must look very handsome when he smiles.

I've never seen him smile since I met him.

She was so engrossed in watching that Tanmarajika raised his eyes to look at her and met her gaze.

The two looked at each other silently. He said nothing. Yao Ying saw that he did not seem to be in meditation, so she smiled at him and lowered her head to open the package she had brought.

"I haven't wished the master a happy birthday yet..."

She took out a few scriptures and handed them to Tanmarajiva.

Tanmaraka said: "The princess has already sent the birthday gift."

She intended to overshadow other princesses at the ceremony, so she had the caravan prepare generous gifts. When the ceremony officer brought out her birthday gift, there was a gasp in front of the stage. There was an exquisite golden Buddha, eight-treasure pearls and jade jewels, gold and gems, and a dazzling array of items, as well as beautifully bound Buddhist scriptures with beautiful illustrations.

The envoys from various countries had never seen such scriptures before and were very curious. They wanted to borrow them to have a look, but the temple master did not agree. The scriptures are now enshrined in the Royal Temple.

She never missed any opportunity to expand her caravan. The silk and satin brought from the Central Plains were precious, but the quantity was limited. Weaving mulberry and linen could not be rushed, but papermaking was much more convenient, with low cost and higher profit. I thought that her shop would be selling those bound Buddhist scriptures in a few days.

When he mentioned the glittering gifts at the ceremony, Yao Ying smiled and said, holding the scriptures, "Those are for others to see. This is the birthday gift I prepared for the master myself."

Tanmarajiva glanced at her, took the scripture, opened it, and saw densely written words on the paper with dark lotus patterns.

His eyebrows raised slightly.

Yao Ying knew that he was proficient in various languages ​​and had excellent calligraphy. She was a little embarrassed and said, "The royal court's writing is very different from Chinese characters. I don't write well. Please forgive me, Master."

Tanmarajiva closed the scripture.

Her handwriting was not good, but he could recognize the handwriting. She had copied the entire "The Sutra of the Past Vows of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" by hand.

Yaoying smiled and said, "My mother is a Buddhist, and I copied the Medicine Buddha Sutra for her. The master is a monk, and those who practice Buddhism are free from life and death, do not covet life, and are not afraid of death. But I am a layman, and I hope that the master will live a hundred years, get rid of diseases and strengthen his body, and take medicine early, so I thought about it and copied the Ksitigarbha Sutra for the master to pray for his blessing."

Tanmarajiva was silent for a while, then asked, "Why did the princess copy the Ksitigarbha Sutra?"

Yao Ying replied, "I think the master often reads this sutra."

The several volumes of the Ksitigarbha Sutra on the desk in his room were filled with annotations, and the scrolls were filled with signatures. He often quoted the Ksitigarbha Sutra when he argued with others. He must have a deep understanding of the meaning of the sutra and agreed with it very much, so she decided to copy this sutra.

Tanmo Luojia looked at Yaoying and said, "The princess does not believe in Buddhism."

Yao Ying widened her eyes and said, "But Master, you believe it."

Because this is his belief, she wants to pray for him in the way he pursues.

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

The wind moves, the flag moves.

Tanmarajiva lowered her eyes and looked at the scriptures. When she apologized to the Buddha, she was able to copy two volumes of scriptures in one night. Her handwriting was neat and beautiful, but it was obvious that she didn't put much effort into it, and there were even traces of smears. Although the handwriting of the Ksitigarbha Sutra she copied for him was crooked, she copied it carefully, stroke by stroke.

He was lost in thought for a moment, as if he could see her writing at her desk in an orderly, serious and meticulous manner.

Yao Ying knew that he didn't care about birthdays at all. Seeing that he had no expression on his face after receiving the birthday gift, she didn't take it to heart and reminded him, "But the master still needs to invite a famous doctor to prescribe the right medicine for the disease to heal. I asked someone to search for some herbs, but I don't know if they are useful. I have asked Yuan Jue to put them away. It happens that the Indian doctor is in the royal court, so why not ask the doctor to check it out. If it is useful, I will ask someone to find more."

Tanmarajiva put away the scriptures, hummed, and where she couldn't see, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

She probably wanted to say, Master, you still need to take medicine when you are sick.

While talking to him, Yao Ying moved her legs and rubbed her shoulders. Suddenly, she felt a wave of fatigue coming over her. She turned sideways and yawned, with her hands covering her lips. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Since she took the medicine, Tanmaraka had been observing her. Seeing that she was hazy, he said softly, "This is the first time Princess has taken this medicine. The effect is strong. If you feel sleepy, you can lie down."

Yao Ying was about to stand up: "Then I'll go back..."

Tanmarajiva shook his head and stood up: "This is your first time taking the medicine, you can't leave anyone."

After saying that, he stood up and walked out.

Yaoying said "oh" to his tall back, looked around, and saw a clean quilt in the corner of the couch. It seemed that he had prepared everything.

The monk is a thoughtful and good doctor.

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

…

Hearing Yaoying's breathing becoming long and steady behind the screen, Tanmaragha returned to the inner room.

The candlelight flickered. He moved the candlestick to the front of the low couch and sat on the edge of it. He looked at her face carefully, rolled up the quilt, held a soft handkerchief in his hand, lifted her wrist through the handkerchief, and felt her pulse with two fingers.

Yaoying's body was getting hotter and hotter, and sweat was showing on her temples.

Tanmarajika frowned, took out a hot towel and wiped her.

In her dream she felt his gentle movements and reached out to grasp his sleeve.

"Mage..."

She called out unconsciously, her hoarse voice sounding particularly intimate.

Like whispers in the tent.

Tanmarajiva paused for a moment, pulled out the sleeve of his cassock and continued wiping.

"Mage..."

Yaoying called him again, pulling his sleeve again and clenching her fingers.

Tanmaraka pulled open his sleeves.

"Master, it hurts..."

She suddenly said.

The voice of the mumbling was low, a slight humming sound through the nose. It was not a complaint or complaint, but just that in front of the person he trusted, he would let down all his guard.

Tanmarajiva paused, his thick eyelashes drooped, hiding all his thoughts.

"Where does it hurt?"

After a while, he asked softly.

Yao Ying curled up into a ball, sweat oozing from her skin: "My whole body hurts..."

Tanmarajiva did not move for a moment, then leaned over and slowly moved his slender fingers towards her cheek. Just before touching her, he stopped steadily.

He fixed his gaze on her face for a long while, then lowered his head to take off the Bodhi beads from his wrist, lifted her wrist through the handkerchief, and held the beads on her wrist.

Bodhi beads are used as Dharma holders to ward off evil, increase wisdom, eliminate disasters, increase merit, and eliminate illness and pain...

He has worn this string of beads for many years.

He put the beads on her head and recited scriptures.

May your pain be alleviated, may you be free from illness and disaster, may all your wishes come true, and may you be blessed in times of trouble.

Hearing the familiar, clear and melodious sound of chanting, Yao Ying gradually calmed down, her fingers still grasping the sleeve of Tanmarajiva's cassock.

He did not pull out his sleeves.

There were footsteps outside the screen, and Bamiltong announced that Bisa was coming.

"Let him wait."

Tanmarajiva looked at Yaoying and said.

A quarter of an hour later, the calming effect of the mandrake took effect. Yao Ying's slightly frowned brows relaxed a little, she stopped mumbling, and the hand that was holding his sleeve also loosened.

Tanmarajiva waited for a while, put her exposed hand back into the quilt, sat back at the desk, wrote down her reaction in Sanskrit, and then got up and left.

…

It's already dark.

Bisa was waiting in the yard and saw Tanmaragha come out with a serious expression.

"Your Majesty, in your eyes, is Princess Wen Zhao different from other people?"

If Li Yaoying was just an ordinary woman, if she relied on her beauty to charm people like Princess Manda... then Bi Su would never be as panicked as she is now.

She is not an ordinary woman. She has the incomparable beauty of a goddess, and she can always communicate with Luo Jia's mind.

Bi Suo is a man. After spending so much time with Li Yaoying, he becomes more and more worried that Luo Jia will fall in love with her.

He waited for Luo Jia's answer with anxious eyes.

The night wind blew by, and Tanmarajiva stood in front of the corridor, with moonlight falling on his shoulders and his robes fluttering in the wind.

“It’s different.”

He said lightly.

Bishomon was shocked. He had already guessed that this would be the case, but when he saw Tanmaragha admit it calmly, he still couldn't believe it.

"Your Majesty, Princess Wen Zhao can no longer stay in the royal court." He said firmly, "The princess is a Han woman, and you are a noble Buddhist son!"

If this continues, it will not be good for either Tanmo Luojia or Li Yaoying. Luojia will be tempted by her emotions and ruin her practice, and Li Yaoying will be regarded as a witch who tempts Buddhists to fall. She will face everyone's spitting, hatred, and contempt. Fanatical believers will do anything to destroy her.

Tanmarajiva stared at the night sky with a calm expression, and said: "The seven emotions and six desires are all natural. People have the desires of men and women and food by nature. There is no need to avoid them. People who practice cultivation should cut off all desires and sharpen their minds."

The seven emotions and six desires are human nature. He is a mortal, so it is normal for him to be emotional. There is no need to be cautious.

He is a cultivator, and emotional disturbance is just a calamity he encounters on his path of cultivation.

If the heart does not move, the flag will not move.

He was originally an ancient well, in which a water lotus was growing quietly, desolate and lonely. She came across thousands of mountains and rivers, like a spring breeze, rippling the still water, causing ripples to appear, and the water lotus swaying gently.

The wind stopped and the water stopped.

Everything in the world is constantly changing, love is like dew, and beauty is like a bubble.

She will return to the distant Han land, reunite with her family, and live a happy life.

He will continue to practice alone, and will not look back even if he is torn to pieces.

Biso smiled bitterly.

He believed that Tanmarajya was strong-minded and could handle the relationship with Li Yaoying well. But things in the world were not that simple.

Luo Jia is the king of the royal court, a Buddhist who is respected by the people, and he is also the regent Sultan...

Bisha calmed down and said, "Your Majesty, the news of Princess Wen Zhao's quarrel with other princesses has spread. The people cursed her in private with the most unpleasant words, saying that she hindered your practice, was delusional, shameless, and despicable. She said that she would be punished and fall into the Asura hell forever... She said that she was punished by gods and Buddhas in her dreams, and everyone believed it because they thought that unless she became a nun like Modanga, she would definitely suffer the consequences."

"Your Majesty, Princess Wen Zhao will eventually return to the Han Dynasty. For her own good, you must stop treating her so well."

"I am willing to take care of Princess Wen Zhao for you. Your Majesty, I will do my best to protect the princess, even if it means sacrificing my life."

Tanmarajika turned around and looked at Bisha with calm blue eyes.

Bi Suo sighed inwardly and knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty, Princess Wen Zhao and I are friends. I swear that I will never dare to do anything malicious to the princess... I am just worried about Princess Wen Zhao's situation."

He closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and hardened his heart.

"Your Majesty, your affection for Princess Wen Zhao may bring disaster to her, and even her life."

"They will throw Princess Wen Zhao into a real altar of fire and burn her alive, just like they executed the heretic witch, to cleanse her of her sins."

The courtyard was unusually quiet.

The night wind blew Tanmarajya's robes. He said, "Bisa, whether I am moved or not has nothing to do with Princess Wen Zhao."

The tone is stern, implying a warning.

Regardless of whether he was moved or not, all the consequences would be borne by him alone and had nothing to do with Li Yaoying.

When Bisha heard his determination, she was deeply saddened and a look of bitterness flashed across her face.

"I will take note of this."

He understood Tanmarajya and knew that Raja would not escape. No matter what the outcome was, Raja would bear all the consequences alone.

That's why he was so worried.

…

Bisha stood up and left the cave.

The fear that had haunted him for years resurfaced.

He remembered his master's last words: "Bisa, don't be soft-hearted, don't hesitate... If that day comes, you must kill him with your own hands."

Luo Jia also said this to him.

"Bisa, there is no need to hesitate. I am seriously ill and will die."

Bi Su wiped the corners of her eyes.

…

Many years ago, Tanmarajiva practiced martial arts.

He had a strong will and not only endured the tremendous physical pain, but also the mental test. Apart from appearing unusually indifferent when practicing his skills, there was nothing abnormal about him.

Before his death, Master Pololiuchi called Bisha over and handed him a knife.

"Bisa, you are a fellow disciple of Luojia. In the future, if Luojia goes berserk and starts killing people, you must kill him with your own hands."

Bisha was horrified: "Master, Luojia is a Buddhist. He practices martial arts because he can't bear to see his guards die one by one. Why would he go on a killing spree?"

Polo said tremblingly: "There is no absolute in the world... Have you heard the story of General Saisanger?"

Bisa nodded. He knew that every young man in the royal court wanted to become a great hero like General Saisang'er.

Pololiuchi looked at him with a sad look.

"Bisa, General Saisang'er was my senior brother... He did not die in the conspiracy of the family... He died at the hands of his master."

Bi Suo widened his eyes.

Pololiuchi stroked the knife in his hand.

"Brother has been practicing in Wang Temple since he was young, and has been practicing martial arts. Among his fellow disciples, he has the best understanding and the best temperament. His fellow disciples all admire him very much."

"At the age of fourteen, my brother began to follow his father and brother and fight for the royal court. He beheaded the enemy in his first battle. At the age of eighteen, my brother led three thousand cavalrymen out of Congling and defeated the Turkic Khanate, killing eight thousand enemies and taking more than twenty thousand prisoners... He was a skilled martial artist with a strong character. Nothing could defeat him..."

"Brother has been loyal and upright all his life. He has firmly guarded the border for the royal court and completely controlled the trade routes between the east and the west. He has defeated enemies at a distance and has been brave and skilled in fighting. The flags of the royal court are flying in the snowy desert. All the countries, big and small, are terrified. With him, the powerful dynasties in the east and the west dare not invade the royal court..."

"My senior brother treated his soldiers like his own sons, and was deeply loved by his subordinates. He was upright and brave, indifferent to fame and gain, and never boasted about his military achievements. He tried to be frugal in his daily life, and he went to the front line just a few days after getting married..."

"My senior brother always said that as a son of the royal court and a martial artist, I should serve the country and protect the common people."

Speaking of this, Pololiuchi's cloudy eyes were filled with tears.

"Master said that Senior Brother is the most suitable person to practice the technique. His character is so noble. No matter how suspicious the royal family is or how the noble families exclude him, he always puts the royal court and the people first. He is a natural hero and will never go astray."

"Until that year... Senior Brother went out to fight, and his mother accidentally offended the Queen Mother and the royal family, and was poisoned to death by the Queen Mother. The Queen Mother was afraid that the matter would be exposed, so under the instigation of treacherous officials, she simply hired thieves to kill Senior Brother's family and framed the aristocratic family. Senior Brother's family fled the city to report the news, but they were all killed... By the time the king knew about it, the Queen Mother had already made a big mistake, and the aristocratic family watched coldly... In the end, Senior Brother's family was all dead..."

Pololiuchi smiled bitterly.

"My senior brother has won a great victory and returned triumphantly with his troops. How should I tell him about this?"

"He worked hard for the royal court and came back happily, but I have to tell him, 'Brother, your family is all dead. Your father, your mother, your pregnant wife and two children, your brothers and sisters... all dead! Died at the hands of treacherous officials and noble relatives..."

Pololiuchi stared at his trembling hands.

"Later, Senior Brother came back. The king was afraid that Senior Brother would go crazy, and was even more afraid that the soldiers who worshipped him would rebel, so he could only cover up the evidence and protect his mother... Senior Brother knew nothing, he thought his family had died in an accident... The family deliberately revealed the news to him..."

Saesang is going crazy.

He rushed into the palace with a knife in hand, killing people along the way. The palace guards were his subordinates, who were no match for him and could not bring themselves to kill him, but they could not just watch him slaughter innocent people.

Finally, Saisang'er's master led the monks of Wang Temple to besiege Saisang'er.

Polo was still very young at the time and sneaked in secretly.

He will never forget that rainy night.

The great hero most admired by the young men in the royal court was like a trapped beast, fighting with his fellow disciples, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Saisang'er eventually died at the hands of his master.

"The eagle soaring in the sky, the wolf galloping in the desert, he did not die on the battlefield, nor did he die at the hands of the enemy, he died at the hands of his own people! The royal guards, the master, his fellow apprentice... the central army sent out hundreds of people, set traps, and captured one of his distant relatives, just to lure him out and besiege him... That night, the royal temple was flooded with blood, I will never forget it..."

"Saisan died in our hands..."

All the monks of Wang Temple who participated in the siege of Saisang'er could not forget that night. They became depressed and left one after another, becoming ascetic monks.

From then on, the royal family declined, the national power declined, and several generations of monarchs of the Tanmo family became puppets of the family.

Until Tanmaragha was born.

Pololuchi held Bisha's shoulders tightly.

"Brother was not killed by Master... He was seeking death..."

Before his death, Saisanger looked around, looked at his fellow students, and murmured, "I'm sorry."

His fellow disciples knelt before his body, tears streaming down their faces.

Saisang'er came to his senses at the last moment. He realized that he had killed too many innocent people during his rage, so he gave up resistance and went to his death calmly.

The fellow disciples would rather he was not sober, would rather he was really crazy.

How painful it must be for a hero to lose everything, to have the beliefs he has held on to all his life shattered, and finally to go to his death with a clear mind.

Pololiuchi looked at Bisha with a distorted face.

"For so many years... Luo Jia is the only one who is most like him. Luo Jia is the most suitable person to practice this technique... If it is God's will... You must watch him carefully, be loyal to him, and don't let him fall into Sai Sang'er's situation..."

"If that day really comes... kill him and set him free..."

…

A cool breeze blew, and Biso woke up from her memories. She stood on the stairs and shuddered.

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

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

Therefore, he was not afraid that Luoga would break the precepts.

He was afraid that Luo Ga would fall in love.

Breaking the precepts will not shake Luojia's determination, but it will be different if he falls in love. If he does not fall in love, nothing in this world can hurt him. If he falls in love, he will have a soft spot. However, his identity and the martial arts he practices do not allow him to have a soft spot or worries.

Pololiuchi once said that the only monarch who could be called a Buddhist was Luojia. He had been patient and restrained since he was young, and the more he restrained himself, the more powerful and majestic his outburst would be in the future.

He had never been in love, and he thought that being in love was just a momentary throbbing. Little did he know that once you are in love, how can you not be aroused by desire?

Once desire is aroused, there will be all kinds of unfulfilled desires, all kinds of resentment and hatred, all kinds of separations from life and death... Each of these may cause Luoga to lose his mind.

Luo Jia wanted to persuade Princess Wen Zhao to become a nun... In fact, he was already tempted by greed and wanted her to stay.

But Princess Wen Zhao would not stay.

Bisa didn't want to see Luojia sad about this.

Knowing that he will lose it, yet still letting him get it briefly, how cruel.

Bi Suo looked down at the sword at his waist, took a long sigh, calmed his thoughts, and stepped into the thick night.

The author has something to say: There was a power outage today and the power will be restored in the evening.

This chapter sends red envelopes~