At the beginning of the founding of the foreign country, King Shizu had a resourceful disciple of Shakyamuni, who helped King Shizu to escape danger many times, educated everyone with Buddhist principles, and cultivated the originally brutal and bloodthirsty barbarians with compassion. The elderly, weak, women and children of other tribes that should have been slaughtered were all kept under the knife.

This beautiful compassion made the generals of the alien tribe who vowed to resist to the death and felt grateful. The leader who was an enemy of King Shizu actually executed these families who had been released from King Shizu, because after they came back, they boasted about how favorable the King Shizu treated them. As long as their husbands and children could submit to King Shizu, the wise king, not only did they not blame him, but also promised that the generals would wait for him as commoners of King Shizu.

Why do people who are truly compassionate in the world let these people go back to die? These criminals and families are just bewitched and used as swords.

Seeing his relatives beheaded one by one in front of him, even the strongest man could not withstand such a violent blow. That night, a ruthless riot devoured everything in the military camp like a destruction. Everyone had red faces and no reason. They were like the gods of war in hell. When they met Buddhas and generals, they turned it into an endless Shura hell. Those people were so angry that they finally killed all the generals, officials and killing each other. When all this was reported to the Queen of Shizu, they actually lost the last and most difficult bone to crack. It turned out that they were so powerful in the name of Buddha.

Perhaps it was touched by the power of heaven, perhaps it was the end of time, or the Buddha was guilty of the crime, this extremely powerful living Buddha actually fell off his horse on his way back to Jinhe Mansion, and was trampled to death by the frightened horse, and his face was beyond recognition. He did not have a statue of himself until his death.

King Shizu remembered his great achievements in the past. After the founding of the country, he built a magnificent temple in Jinhe Prefecture, the Reclining Buddha Temple, which was admired by later generations. Moreover, the fifth day of the eighth month of each year is the day of worship for the whole country. Regardless of the monarch and ministers, relevant sacrificial activities must be held in the temple or at home on that day to commemorate this former founding minister.

When Emperor Shizu was alive, he even named this Buddhist minister as the national teacher of the country. Because he had no descendants, several of his disciples inherited the glory and wealth of the master. In this colorful world, he had long forgotten the true Buddha and the false Buddha, and began to spread branches and leaves, wine and meat passed through the intestines, and the Buddha stayed in heaven.

But there is always an alternative, the most inconspicuous person who truly inherited the master's mantra, kept himself clean and devoted himself to practicing Buddhism. He has been reciting scriptures for decades, like a clear spring, pursuing his own value in this exiled life.

After several years of his lifetime, Emperor Shizu was grateful for his military career, and his killing was too heavy, and he had some insights. He entered the monk and became a disciple of this real living Buddha, which made this young living Buddha sought to be sought after and admired by the world. Although he was not in his position, his position was high and unparalleled in the world.

In fact, there is not a woman in the world who has moved this master. She is just a living Buddha who cannot be desecrated in the eyes of the world. At this point, she is already involuntarily.

The woman he liked the most was also sent to the Wei Dynasty by Emperor Shizu to carry out the most secret mission, and he could not even meet on the day she left.

"Amitabha, are you okay in a foreign land?" The living Buddha's heart is as calm as water, and he always hopes to meet his lover in this life. Even if he can't say a word, he will feel lonely and always accompany him. The cold Buddha lamp will not be a little regretful. What makes people unable to break is not the world, but the obsession in the heart. It is always good for people to have hope. In the long night, the cold cassock and cold quilt, the living Buddha always has a trace of expectation in his heart.

"Abbot, the ceremony will be held soon. Do you think I need any preparations?" A monk in charge of the affairs came to the presidency for advice from Lun.

"Prepare according to the etiquette of the past few years and prepare some of the previous rooms." After worshiping Buddha every year, the barbarian kings and nobles who came to worship would stay in this Buddhist temple for one night that night, and the storm did not change. Even the debaucherous and uncontrollable little king of the world has never slacked off. This shows the influence of Buddhism in foreign dynasties.

"Host, there is a friend outside who said he was your old friend. I want to talk to you alone? Should he let him in?" Another little shaman who entered the door rushed in and reported.

"Let him wait for me in the reception hall, pour a cup of tea for the person who comes first, and wait until I finish the evening class before meeting." The abbot was a little panicked when he chanted the scriptures lightly. The string of Buddhist beads on his chest were pinched and sizzled. The heart lake in the past had a ripples, as if it was getting bigger and bigger, like a butterfly effect, like a rushing tide, making it difficult for the host to control himself. Today's evening class ended in a hurry with the host's physical discomfort for the first time.

Lun presided over the practice of the Maitreya Sutra, his inner cultivation had reached the point where he had been in the fire. In addition, he was talented and had already broken the five paths since he was a child. Because of that concern, the last path could never be broken. Even so, almost few people in the world could compete with him. Today, after Xiaoxiaomi whispered a few words to the host, Lun presided over took a leave, which made these disciples below sigh.

"What's wrong with the host today?" A manager from Luohantang asked others quietly.

"It seems that I have never seen the host like this. Why did he panic like this today?" Another manager of Prajna Hall also echoed.

"Is there something big happening in the palace?" A manager in the Sutra Library made a bold guess.

The originally calm Buddhist temple chattered endlessly. These people usually had no special activities, and practiced martial arts every day. This bombshell made everyone's curiosity feel aroused. Some even suggested hiding in the dark and eavesdropping. However, with the host's clever ears and eyes, he was purely boring for himself. If he was caught, the 100-time Mahayana sutra punishment from the previous lessons made everyone feel scared and he could only talk in the same place.

"Donor, what are you looking for?" Lun's host robes beside him, holding the agate-like Buddhist beads in one hand and gently twisted them, bowed with one hand, and signaled to the person's nod.

"There is a letter from the host of the old friend. The person who comes here asked me to pass it to you. The old friend will wait for you in three days at Shili Pavilion on the back mountain."

When President Lun saw the familiar and beautiful handwriting on the letter, he could not help himself, and his hands that took the letter were trembling.

"Does she have anything else to pass to me?"

"Apart from the thrush at that time, I hope to know a beautiful woman. I will meet you until the Shili Pavilion." After the visitor finally said this, he bowed to say goodbye and left.

"It's her, she's back. Don't worry, I won't lose my appointment again this time. Hong Cai, waiting for me, I will definitely come." Lun's host stroked the portrait of the beautiful man in the past and looked at the long-lost letter. He had already had his soul flying to the sky, recalling the lingering feelings with Hong Cai. How many people can truly wander in the world of love? Mediocre people don't bother themselves. The saddest thing in the world is always a love barrier. This is the case for ordinary people, and our living Buddha is just an ordinary person.

The ceremony of worshiping Buddha was officially held as scheduled at the Reclining Buddha Temple. On the official road a few miles away from the Reclining Buddha Temple, there were already flags and tents, good horses and rich horses, rich clothes, handsome men and pretty women. One by one, the charming women dressed up were trying their best to show off their charm to the intoxicated passers-by next to them.

There was not so much red tape in the foreign dynasty. Passers-by didn't have to bow to the princes and nobles who were coming and going. Everyone squeezed forward hard. The malicious slut took the opportunity to slap the buttocks of a plump woman on the shaft of the car, which made the little lady turn shyly and look charmingly and silly, "Hate." The charming figure made the crowd more excited, and moved closer, and there were more salty hands. The carriage and horse that were originally moving forward slowly squirmed like a snail.

The male owner in the car was not angry. His woman was eaten by others. Instead, he felt that it was the supreme honor to own such a beauty. The people here were tough and truly extraordinary. On this important day, there would be no trouble. Everyone was happy. This was a day to have fun with the people. This was a festival that truly belonged to them, and the founding ceremony of the foreign dynasty.

Such a large group of people can't eat without eating? Some small vendors with a little business acumen set up sesame cakes, fried fruit stalls, and candied haws stalls. Fanchao also followed the Wei Chao's copper coins and silver system. Usually, they only bought one copper plate of fried fruit, but at this time, they bought five copper plates in short supply, and there was a long queue. Seeing the golden fruits that had just been fried, the buyers who had not tasted them kept urging the sellers to take the time to get out of the pot. The oil vendors looked at the full wallet with a smile and were busy tirelessly. Who cares about this is helping whom to sacrifice, and half a year of opening, I have enough money. You can do whatever you like.

When the most luxurious chariot ceremonial guard in the house appeared in everyone's eyes, the most incredible scene appeared: the vendor's busy hands stopped, his mouth chewing the fruit was no longer silenced, and the crowded crowd suddenly became quiet. A beautiful woman with a mother in the world, graceful and luxurious, with a pearl hairpin and a rosy and rosy robe sat on the fur seat, and signaled to everyone with a smile, and waved her white jade hand to the passerby next to her.

The slut, who was still teasing in the crowd, suddenly restrained his embarrassed smile and felt his face burning, but the beauty did not seem to blame his frivolous behavior, but just gave him a tolerant look. The slut was warm inside. Yes, such a mother of the country is the one we truly deserve to respect. She is generous, she is tolerant, and her wise eyes see through everything.

On the other hand, the Barbarian King next to the beauty was lying lazily on the chair, as if he had fallen asleep. He could still hear a slight snoring when he was close. He suddenly calmed down to the noisy people. He seemed not used to it, and actually woke up. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and greeted everyone. He saw that everyone's eyes were not on him. Even the enchanting woman on the side of the road was deeply attracted by the beauty next to him.

The Barbarian King suddenly felt bored. Thinking about the beloved concubine who was flirting with him last night, it was a pity that he could not ride the same carriage. If he could have sex with the delicate beauty in the day, wouldn’t it be so beautiful? Thinking of those beautiful scenes, the Barbarian King still showed a vulgar smile there.

The beauty looked at each other with a bearded man on the roadside, and saw that he had captured the familiar smell, but immediately returned to his calmness and continued his elegant posture to the passers-by next to him.

"Everything is arranged?" The man in a curly face whispered to a servant who was rushing to the side.

"Don't worry, the most powerful host in the temple has been sent away by us, and many of our good players have been involved in the crowd. Just wait for the order of the adult, we can easily control the situation here and replace it with Queen Xiao's prestige."

"Don't be careless. The creeping tiger and hidden dragon in the reclining Buddha Temple are the disciples who cultivate their self-cultivation, but they are not the wine and meat monks in the past. They are not sure, so they must not act easily. Moreover, the disciples here are all royal guards. If they fail to hit a single blow, we will never be able to recover."

"Yes, sir, be careful to make the Wannian Ship. I have arranged everything for the Shili Pavilion. When there is good news over there, it will not be too late for me to take action. Moreover, if the host Lun is controlled, he will become an important piece for us."

"I heard that the prestige of the host Lun in the Reclining Buddha Temple is very high?"

"But there is a fatal point, you should know better than me?"

"Cough cough", the man on the face of the curly face is about it, and he is not willing to let everyone mention this matter. His closest sister married the emperor of the dynasty as the queen, and her ability and prestige are beyond the reach of the barbarian king. However, their favorite sister fell in love with a monk. Although this monk gained the supreme reputation of King Shizu, as soon as he entered the Buddhist sect, the possibility of this living Buddha returning to secular life was almost zero, and he could only break up the couple.

The furious Chopard asked Emperor Shizu to ask the emperor of the saint to leave his hometown and do some secret events that cannot be told. The hard work of the years seems to have achieved some results. Once the matter here is settled, the day of tying to the Central Plains is just around the corner.

A one-person-high platform had already been set up in the square outside the Reclining Buddha Temple. A red gold Buddha statue of Sakyamuni sat upright in the center of the platform. From a distance, golden light shone, as if thousands of hands were praying for everyone.

A large tripod was placed in front of the platform, with three pillars and two-pillar high goose yellow sandalwood inserted there, and smoke was shrouded in smoke. Outside the tripod, there were a row of tables, with sheep heads, meat, fruits and other sacrificial items placed in golden plates, and several small incense burners were placed in front row.

The sun is shining brightly, and the weather is a little stuffy. These have not stopped everyone's enthusiasm at all. The platform is already crowded, but it is not noisy. Everyone is silently waiting for the most important day of the year to slowly arrive.

Queen Xiao appeared in everyone's eyes again, and the crowd was intoxicated and rushing again. Everyone shouted fiercely. Some people were filled with tears of excitement. The queen's every frown, smile, words and actions could touch everyone's excitement.

The civil and military officials in the court stood on both sides, watching the Barbarian King support Queen Xiao walking on the red carpet in the middle. The moment he stopped in front of the desk, the crowd calmed down at the same time.

Then, the sacrificial officials began to recite the sacrificial words. Empress Xiao prayed for everyone, burned incense, and the civil and military officials knelt down and bowed and bowed in one go.

"I have prepared some light vegetarian dishes and sake for Queen Man Wang. When you take a shower and change your clothes, you can move to Qingxin Pavilion and enjoy it." After the presiding of the Buddha's ceremony, an agent arranged daily life and food for the nobles of the imperial palace.

"Where is your host? Why don't you see him come to greet him?" The Barbarian King was slightly angry.

"The host just arrived at the back mountain and cried for his master to stay up to the New Year. I would like to pay my respects to you on my behalf." The agent host had a sudden inspiration and spoke casually.

"A good filial disciple, who is worthy of being our living Buddha and a role model for the world." The Barbarian King was very happy, and his good health just now was wiped out.

Can Chairman Lun really see the lover he cares about and avoid the cycle of reincarnation that breaks through the five paths? He may have known that this is a trap, but with even one-tenth of chance, he will meet this person for a while, but he will resolve the old things in his heart, turn into a butterfly, and be reborn in Nirvana. This is a one-stop move.
Chapter completed!