Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 503 Changle's tricks

The next day, early in the morning.

As the red sun rises, the bell of the White Horse Temple also rings on time. It is simple and profound, clear and distant, which makes people's mind disappear and symbolizes the official arrival of a new day.

Morning bells and evening drums, worshiping Buddha and chanting scriptures.

The tourists at the foot of the mountain have been waiting outside the temple for a long time, waiting for a stick of incense, which is said to be the most effective.

Three of them attracted the attention of the people around them. One wore a white jade crown, dressed as a gentleman in brocade clothes, and held a folding fan.

The other was a young man with red lips and white teeth, but he wore a hood on a hot day, with a quiet and peaceful demeanor and clear and bright eyes.

The last one was a boy who looked to be eight or nine years old, with fair skin and clear eyes. Anyone who saw his pink and jade-carved features would have to wait and see.

These three people stood in the crowd, they were extraordinary, and many people were whispering about their identities, wondering which noble son from Luoyang they were.

Chang Le, disguised as a man, held Master's hand and said with a smile, "Brother, it's so lively here!"

Li Daoxuan nodded and said: "After all, the White Horse Temple is a thousand-year-old temple, and its reputation in Luoyang City is still very high. It can be seen that although Huichan acts a bit domineering, it is still popular among the people."

The people who come to offer incense are partly because of the Buddha statues enshrined in the White Horse Temple, and partly because of Hui Chan.

For decades, Huichan guarded Luoyang. Although he was a bit domineering, he did keep Luoyang away from the chaos of demons and demons, and the people could live and work in peace and contentment. This is an indelible achievement.

At Mo Shi, the gate of the White Horse Temple was officially opened, and the common people poured in like a tide, and Li Daoxuan and the other three also entered the temple.

"Brother, the White Horse Temple is indeed a world-famous ancient temple. It is solemn, majestic, vast and profound. Even the carved stone murals that can be seen everywhere are unique, as if they were created by a master!"

Xuanzang was really obsessed with Buddhism. After entering the White Horse Temple, he felt as if he had found a treasure, and he could hardly stop looking around.

"Second brother, let's hurry up, if we slow down, it will be too late."

Changle was somewhat dissatisfied with Xuanzang's delay, and urged him.

"Gong... what my little brother taught me is, let's go quickly."

Xuanzang subconsciously wanted to call out Her Royal Highness, but fortunately he stopped him in time and changed his name to Changle as his younger brother.

The three of them hid their identities and entered the White Horse Temple this time, so they were called brothers. Originally, Changle wanted to call Li Daoxuan's father, but he resolutely refused.

Just kidding, if His Majesty's daughter finds out about it, there may not be enough jars of jealousy to overturn it.

The three pretended to be tourists and walked in the direction of the Daxiong Palace.

"I have already calculated with Ziwei's calculations that our target this time is hidden in the meditation room of Huitong, the first place in the Bodhi Court. You can wander around in Changle later, and I will sneak in with Xuanzang."

Li Daoxuan exhorted.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Changle shook his head and said: "Master... Big brother, I also want to help you, I can't do nothing."

Li Daoxuan said with a bit of a smile: "You are young and your cultivation level is still low. It is enough not to cause trouble. How can you help?"

Xiao Changle pinched her waist and said angrily: "Brother, don't underestimate me, look after me!"

She walked into the Daxiong Palace and stood beside the merit box. The little person had to stand on tiptoe to be taller than the merit box, which attracted the attention of the people around.

"Little benefactor, you are still young, and it is enough to have a heart. There is no need to talk about incense money."

The middle-aged monk who was in charge of guarding the merit box clasped his hands together and smiled kindly at Chang Le.

It's really that this little boy is so handsome and cute that anyone who looks at it will be confused.

Chang Le took out a few...golden leaves from his bosom, and said crisply: "Master, are you really unwilling to accept it?"

The monk's eyes were shocked, gold...gold leaves?

"Do you think it's too little?"

Chang Le seemed a little embarrassed, and timidly said: "Then I'll add some more."

As she spoke, she took out... a large handful of gold leaves from her bosom.

Pfft!
The monk almost couldn't stand still and bumped into the merit box. He stared closely at the large handful of gold leaves. The sun shone on it, shining with dazzling light, almost blinding people's eyes.

Not only the monk, but other tourists who came to offer incense were also shocked, and were greatly shocked by this kid's generosity.

Which family's child is this? It's too... prodigal.

"Isn't it enough?"

Chang Le blinked, and her white and tender hands reached into the sleeves, as if to take out more gold leaves.

"Enough, enough!"

The monk's voice was so excited that even his body trembled a little.

It was the first time he had seen so much money, it was a lot of gold leaf, it could cover the expenses of the monastery for several years!

If he can make this happen, he will definitely be rewarded and reused by the abbot!

The monk stretched out his hand, wanting to hold the big handful of gold leaves, but Changle smiled and took it back abruptly, saying: "Master, the money is not given for nothing. I want to see Master Huitong, but if I can't see him, I will never donate this money!"

The monk said with a bitter face: "This... little benefactor, the head of Huitong has a lot of things to do every day, and he may not have time. If you have anything to do, you can just ask me."

Chang Le glanced at him lightly, and his smile faded instantly. Although he was young, he exuded an indescribably noble temperament, not angry but arrogant.

As the eldest princess of the Tang Dynasty, held in the palm of the emperor's palm, she is loved by thousands of people. Although she is kind, she is not timid. Once she becomes serious, she has a terrifying power.

The monk gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, little benefactor, please wait a moment, I will report to Chief Huitong right away!"

About a moment later, Huitong was also alarmed. He brought many disciples to the Daxiong Palace, and fixed his eyes on the young boy who had made a lot of money.

As expected of being the eldest princess, Chang Le was not guilty at all, and made up a random reason to chat with Hui Tong, but the conversation was faintly dominant.

She glanced at Li Daoxuan calmly, raised her Liu eyebrows slightly, with a little complacency.

Li Daoxuan secretly gave her a thumbs up.

At this moment, Huitong was led away from the monastery, and it was even easier for Li Daoxuan to sneak in with Xuanzang.

Although he didn't put Huitong in his eyes, it was the disciple's wish after all, and he couldn't let it down, and it was indeed safer to distract Huitong who was in the late Yinshen period.

I just feel sorry for Your Majesty.

Although Changle is the eldest princess, her monthly allowance is definitely not so much. It is not necessary to think about it, but Changle stole those gold leaves from her father.

After all, His Majesty's small treasury cannot escape the eyes of his own daughter.

Li Daoxuan quietly left the Daxiong Hall with Xuanzang, and walked towards Huitong's meditation room with the technique of escaping from the ground.

Along the way, he found that there are many monks here who are secretly guarding. They all have cultivation bases, the worst is the middle stage of bigu, and there are even a few monks in the early stage of Yinshen.

As expected of the White Horse Temple, the monks in the early stage of Yinshen are good enough to be the head teacher or elder in the small and medium sects, but here they can only be in charge of vigilance.

Before coming to the Zen room, Li Daoxuan escaped from the ground with Xuanzang, floating in the courtyard.

"Where—"

"jingle!"

When the guarding monks found Li Daoxuan, he had already shaken the plague bell in his hand.

Regardless of whether it was the middle stage of Bigu or the early stage of Yinshen, the moment they heard the bell, they were all dazed, their eyes darkened and they fell to the ground.

This is because Li Daoxuan's subordinates were merciful, and only used one-tenth of the power of the plague clock, otherwise these monks would immediately lose their three souls, dissipate their seven souls, and become living dead forever.

This is the power of an immortal artifact. Even if it is only a low-grade immortal artifact, it is definitely not something a monk under the Yang God can bear. Even if it is a Yang God, it will be greatly affected.

Xuanzang stared wide-eyed, looking at the small ancient bronze clock in Li Daoxuan's hand, which still had mottled green marks on it. This seemingly insignificant thing has such terrifying power!
"Let's go, then you only need to concentrate on seeing the baby in the woman's belly with your eyes, and leave the rest to the elder brother."

Xuanzang took a deep breath, and he walked to the door with a trace of anxiety in his eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, he pushed open the door and walked in.

When he saw the woman who was shriveled like a mummified corpse, with Xuanzang's concentration, he couldn't help but gasp.

I saw that the woman was still tied with a blood-soaked rope, and scriptures were written all over her body. These were the same as what the elder brother said, but there was only a big difference.

The woman was almost a mummy, only the high swollen belly looked so white, full of vitality and luster, and the baby with the umbilical cord as a lotus flower in the belly seemed to be bigger, sitting in full lotus, with a more intense sense of Zen.

"Since seeing the future, why not worship?"

The ancient and vast consciousness invaded Xuanzang's sea of ​​consciousness, trying to turn him into a fanatical believer.

Xuanzang was trembling all over, with sweat pouring down his face, but he was gritting his teeth tightly, his natural wisdom eyes were fixed on the high protruding belly, and he did not kneel down.

At this moment, even Li Daoxuan was a little hard to understand, Xuanzang didn't have any cultivation base, how could he be so firm, you must know that even Huitong in the later stage of Yinshen fell completely with just one glance.

"cut!"

Li Daoxuan pointed his sword between Xuanzang's eyebrows, and helped him cut off the illusion of Maitreya with the intent of the Heavenly Escape Sword, and returned to Qingming.

"call!"

Xuanzang took a deep breath, his whole body seemed to have collapsed, he could barely stand up by supporting Li Daoxuan.

yah~
Xuanzang's palm felt hot for a while, and finally formed a golden-red Buddha character.

Li Daoxuan realized that it was the power of the ghost fetus trying to invade Xuanzang's body and leave some kind of mark.

He injected his own pure yang qi into Xuanzang's body in an attempt to help him get rid of the brand, but Xuanzang's body was too fragile to accommodate too much pure yang qi, so it was difficult to succeed for a while.

Li Daoxuan frowned, no, the power of this ghost fetus was not so strong last night, but it has almost doubled in the past night?
This speed is really terrifying!

In addition, why did the mother of Buddha turn into such a mummy-like appearance? Could it be that the blood was sucked dry by the ghost fetus in her stomach?

This ghost fetus is really too evil, it is getting stronger almost every second, if it continues like this, I am afraid that even Li Daoxuan himself will not have the confidence to take him down.

We must get rid of him as soon as possible!

Murderous intent flashed in Li Daoxuan's eyes, he pinched the fire seal with his hands, a hot and dry air rose from his abdomen, united with the heart fire, rushed up his throat, and was about to turn into the true fire of samadhi and spit it out.

"help me……"

The mummy-like Buddha mother is not dead yet, she stretched out her hand towards Li Daoxuan, her eyes showed the desire to live.

"I... and... my mother... can't... die..."

"I...want to live..."

Her chapped lips trembled as she tried her best to utter the words.

Li Daoxuan hesitated for a moment, but in the end he didn't spit out the true fire of Samadhi.

This woman is innocent, she just accidentally stepped on her footprints and suffered an indiscriminate disaster. It would be cruel to kill her like this.

The ghost fetus came into the world with the help of her body, in other words, she is also a victim.

"Forget it, let me make a decision after I figure out what's going on with you."

Li Daoxuan has a decisive temperament to kill, if this ghost fetus is about to be born, then he will kill this woman without hesitation, even if she is an innocent person who desires to live so much.

But according to what Hui Chan said, there are still 21 days before the birth of the ghost fetus, which means that there is still a turning point for this matter.

If a method can be found that can kill the ghost fetus and preserve the life of the woman, the dilemma will be resolved.

Of course, if he couldn't find a way to get the best of both worlds, Li Daoxuan would still kill this woman without hesitation to prevent the fetus from being born in her womb!
Calculating the time, one of the fainted monks should have woken up. Li Daoxuan pressed Xuanzang's shoulder and said, "Let's leave here first."

The next moment, the figures of the two disappeared in the room, and quietly fled to the outside of the temple along the ground veins.

……

Mahavira Hall.

Huitong and Changle talked for a long time, and the more they chatted, the more they found that the other party's conversation and temperament were extraordinary.

To be able to read a lot of books at such a young age, to read classics and Shi Ziji at his fingertips, and even dabble in some Buddhist classics, he is really extremely intelligent and a genius!
Huitong looked at Changle silently, and found that its roots were also extraordinary and refined, a natural material for practice, and the brows were full of spirituality, and the three-foot spiritual light almost gushed out from Baihui.

This son has a predestined relationship with my Buddhism!

"Amitabha, little benefactor, I see that you have a deep heart for the Buddha. I don't know what family background you are from. Will your parents let you enter my Brahma Gate?"

Hearing this, Changle quickly refused: "Thank you, Master, for your kindness, but I am from Fanyang Lu's family. My father and mother only want me to read the Four Books and Five Classics and take the imperial examination to become an official."

Ruthless things!

Huitong shook his head and said: "The little benefactor is originally from a famous family, so how about it, in twenty days or so, the poor monk is willing to go to your mansion to convince your father personally."

Chang Le thought about procrastinating for a while, and after more than 20 days, she had already run away, so she said: "In this case, then Master Lao is here."

As she said that, she jumped off the chair and was about to leave first.

Huitong stopped her.

"Little benefactor, for the past 20 days or so, you should stay in my White Horse Temple. Although you don't want to shave your hair, you can still follow the monks to recite scriptures and practice."

In Huitong's view, when Maitreya Buddha came to the world in more than 20 days, the whole world will be respected by Buddhism, and even Li Shimin will bow his head and proclaim himself a minister, let alone a mere Fanyang Lu family?
Chang Le was a little angry and said: "Master, I have other matters with my eldest brother, we can't stay in the White Horse Temple forever, please leave!"

As the eldest princess, who would dare to restrict her freedom except her father and mother?

The monk of the White Horse Temple is really not upright and crooked, and Hui Chan is domineering, and his junior brother Hui Tong is not much better!

Several monks stepped forward, and under Huitong's gaze, they held sticks and stood in front of Changle.

"Amitabha, the little benefactor, the imperial examination path, what a waste of time, what the poor monk gave you is the real good fortune, so you can stay here with peace of mind, Fan Yang Lu's side, there will be poor monks to persuade you."

Huitong didn't realize that under the influence of the ghost, his behavior became more and more extreme.

Several tall and burly monks raised Changle's arms and lifted her up, as if they were catching a prisoner.

"Let go of me, my elder brother won't let you go!"

Chang Le struggled hard but it was useless, she was too young after all, her cultivation days were short, and her mana was extremely meager, so she didn't have much fighting power yet.

"Amitabha, little benefactor, this poor monk is for your own good. Don't say that your elder brother is not here. Even if he is here, the poor monk's words will not change."

"It is your blessing to be able to enter my White Horse Temple."

　I have something to delay today, and I have not coded until now, so let everyone wait for a long time~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)