Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 512

"Stop arguing, I am Li Daoxuan."

The eldest grandson Wuxi and Zhou Chang hurriedly bowed and saluted, and said: "Your subordinates will see the national teacher!"

Li Daoxuan said indifferently: "Your Majesty ordered me to be the leader of the Hidden Dragon, in charge of the affairs of ghosts and gods. I have never asked about government affairs. One of you is the governor of Luoyang, and the other is the governor of Shangyang. What do you want from me?"

Changsun Wuxi hurriedly said: "Master Bingguo, I heard that you broke into the White Horse Temple, and worried about your safety, so I brought some people to help!"

Li Daoxuan looked at him quietly, and sneered in his heart.

He didn't come early or late, but he came only after he and Hui Chan had decided the outcome. How could he not see this person's intentions?

It's just grass on the wall.

"Weekly."

"The subordinate is here!"

"As the long history of Shangyang, why did you come here?"

Zhou Chang wiped the sweat from his forehead, hesitation appeared on his thin face, and then he gritted his teeth and said, "National Master, there is a maid in my family who was bewitched by an evil spirit and was sent to the White Horse Temple to exorcise demons. Today, I want to see if she gets better."

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, and said: "It's just a maid, is it worth your trip?"

"The national teacher doesn't know, that maid...has a very good relationship with my wife, like sisters."

Li Daoxuan looked at him quietly, and didn't make a sound until the other party was sweating profusely and trembling.

"The monk at the White Horse Temple is useless. He can't get rid of the demon in the maid's stomach. The poor Taoist will take action himself. Go back, don't bother me about this matter."

"Yes!"

Zhou Chang lowered his eyes, sweat kept flowing, and he didn't dare to look directly into Li Daoxuan's eyes.

Li Daoxuan looked at his eldest grandson Wuxi again. He was a man with a big belly, with a smile on his face, and he looked like an old fritter in the officialdom.

"My lord, grandson, I understand your intentions for coming here. Over the years, the White Horse Temple has invaded fertile land and amassed wealth. I am afraid that the acquiescence of you, the governor of Luoyang, is behind the scenes."

The eldest grandson Wuxi suddenly wept, and said: "Master, I am also helpless, Hui Chan is so powerful, the court has nothing to do with him, what can a mere governor do?"

Li Daoxuan swung his sleeves and said: "Okay, I don't want to hold you accountable, that's your Majesty's business, but there is one thing, if you can help me with it, Pindao wrote in the memorial to His Majesty, I can say something for you."

The eldest grandson Wuxi was refreshed and hurriedly said: "National Teacher, please give me instructions!"

"Over the years, the White Horse Temple has acquired many people's land. You are responsible for checking and returning those lands to the people. If this is done well, it will be considered that you have paid off the merits."

The eldest grandson Wuxi finally breathed a sigh of relief. What he was most worried about was that the national teacher would pursue his fault. Now it seems that the national teacher still wants to give their eldest grandson's family a face after all.

"Please rest assured, the national teacher, I will definitely do my best to complete this matter!"

Looking at the backs of his eldest grandson Wuxi and Zhou Chang, Li Daoxuan's eyes were deep.

His Majesty has long been dissatisfied with this eldest grandson Wuxi. If this matter happened, he should be dismissed and investigated. Before that, he might as well use him to do a good job in dividing the land to benefit the people of Luoyang.

I believe that the other party will do their best to handle this matter for their own black hat.

As for the so-called overcoming...

Li Daoxuan sneered secretly, he did say this, but unfortunately it is His Majesty's business to reward and punish officials, what he said does not count...

"Go find Jiang Lian and tell him to send someone to watch Zhou Chang."

Li Daoxuan said to the soldiers on duty.

"promise!"

Zhou Chang was somewhat suspicious of this person, a maid, but made him go through a lot of trouble, and even got into the relationship with his eldest grandson Wuxi in an attempt to put pressure on him.

He also said that it was because the maidservant was a good friend of his wife. If so, why didn't his wife come and see her good friend bewitched by evil spirits?
After everything is arranged properly.

Li Daoxuan looked at his apprentice again, and stretched out his hand.

The little girl was wearing a Taoist gown, ran over pretty and lively, and held the master's hand.

"Chang Le, do you think Hui Chan should be killed as a teacher?"

Li Daoxuan is going to teach his disciples, as his disciple, it is impossible to be a carefree princess in the future, Li Shimin also placed high hopes on her.

Without hesitation, Xiao Changle said: "No, I think Master did the right thing!"

"Oh? Tell me why."

Chang Le thought for a while, and said: "The reason why Master didn't kill the old monk was not because he was soft-hearted, but because he didn't want to intensify the conflict between Buddhism and the imperial court. Saving his life but destroying his cultivation is already enough to shock the mountain and kill the chicken to make an example to the monkey!"

There was a strange look in Li Daoxuan's eyes, and he said, "Is there any more?"

Chang Le continued: "The reason why master arrested all the monks in the White Horse Temple and let Father be punished is not because it is troublesome, but as a gift for Father!"

Her dark and bright eyes seemed to be shining with the light of wisdom, and she said methodically: "The monks of the White Horse Temple annexed the land and amassed money wantonly. Minwang, this is his favorite thing."

In everything, the most taboo is to overshadow the master.

What would the emperor think if after the matter was finished, the people in Luoyang only knew Li Daoxuan but not Li Shimin?
It's fine once, if it happens twice or three times, no matter how broad-minded Li Shimin is, there will inevitably be gaps, this is human nature.

So Li Daoxuan took the initiative to hand over these monks who had committed public anger to the emperor, so that they could win the hearts of the people.

Vote for me with papaya and reward with Qiongyao.

This is an invisible tacit understanding between him as the national teacher and the emperor, everything is silent, but he doesn't want to be noticed by Chang Le, who is only nine years old.

"How did you come up with this?"

Li Daoxuan couldn't help asking.

Chang Le giggled and said: "I usually go to play with my father, but there are always ministers who come to him to talk about things, and I just listen to it. After a long time, I will learn everything."

She raised her fair and tender face, her eyes were full of pride, as if she was saying look at me.

Li Daoxuan stretched out his hand and scratched her small and delicate nose, and said with a smile, "What a clever little ghost."

No wonder the history books call it "Zi Shu's spirit resides in Chenji, and the teaching of the Ming Dynasty resides in Xuanyao. It is as bright as the night moon shining on Qionglin, and as rotten as the morning glow reflecting Zhupu".

At the age of nine, she has shown a good mind, what kind of demeanor will she be when she becomes an adult?

In history, Changle would marry Changsun Wuji's eldest son Sun Chong in the seventh year of Zhenguan, and then died of illness at the age of 23, withering prematurely.

Of course, in this life, her fate has undergone tremendous changes, and everything is possible in the future.

After receiving Master's praise, Chang Le immediately jumped up and down, like a happy little rabbit, without the slightest elegance of being a princess.

……

Night falls.

In a clean meditation room.

Chang Le was wearing snow-white pajamas, her long hair was loose like ink, covering half of her beautiful and delicate face. She was lying sideways on the bed, already falling into a sweet dreamland, her long eyelashes were like grass covered with morning dew, peaceful moving.

Under the thin blanket, two little white lotus-like feet were exposed.

Li Daoxuan was sitting by the window, writing something, occasionally glanced at his apprentice, shook his head and smiled.

She seemed to be frightened by the monks at the White Horse Temple, and she was desperately unwilling to sleep alone, and acted like a baby and wanted Li Daoxuan to accompany her here.

Fortunately, she is still young, if she is older, she needs to take into account the defense of men and women.

Even if you are a master and apprentice, you still have to pay attention to what you should pay attention to.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Daoxuan finally stopped writing and finished several letters.

He checked it again, and after confirming that there was no problem, he blew gently, as if drying the ink on it.

However, at the next moment, these pieces of paper fluttered up, automatically folded in half into the shape of a paper bird, and then flew out of the window with flapping wings, each flying in different directions.

This is a small magic spell in Longhu Mountain, which uses paper to turn birds into brocade books in the clouds.

Because it is a paper bird, it can fly day and night to the place or someone he designated.

If an ordinary monk used this spell, he could make the paper bird fly tens of miles at most, but with Li Daoxuan's cultivation, it was still very easy to fly tens of thousands of miles.

He wrote the matter of the magic tire in the letter, and then just waited.

It's time for Moro to experience what it means to have a large number of people...

……

At night, in a ruined temple on the outskirts of Luoyang.

Under the broken Buddha statue lay an old man in ragged clothes with severed hands and feet. His eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul. He lay motionless on the ground, and he didn't even respond to a mouse crawling to his ears.

It only took less than a day for him to become a waste that is not even as good as a beggar from the high and powerful Yang God.

There is only one eye left on the Buddha statue, and it seems to be looking down at him.

The dilapidated Buddhist temple, the abbot who has been reduced to a useless person, seems to be announcing some kind of tragic ending. If there is no accident, those waiting for Huichan will die of thirst or starvation.

Suddenly, Hui Chan's expressionless eyes moved slightly.

The surrounding air became humid for some reason, mildew stains appeared on the walls, and a gloomy atmosphere emerged, making people chill for no reason.

There are ghosts!
After all, Hui Chan used to be the great power of Yangshen, his cultivation is gone, but his experience is still there, and he immediately judged that this Buddhist temple is the territory of ghosts, and now the other party is coming back.

The ruined temples in the mountains are often haunted by ghosts.

If he was still the Yang God, there was no need to be afraid, but for him now, let alone ghosts, even a wild dog could kill him.

There was a trace of sadness in Hui Chan's eyes, thinking that he had been slaying demons and demons all his life, and finally died in the hands of a little ghost, what a joke.

Tiger fell and Pingyang was bullied by dogs!
call!
The dark wind blew the door open, and then wet footprints appeared on the ground, getting closer and closer to Hui Chan.

Ordinary people would naturally not be able to see ghosts, but Hui Chan was once a sun god and had cultivated clairvoyance. Even if he became a cripple, his eyes were different from ordinary people, and he could vaguely see a woman's figure.

His long hair was loose, his face was pale, and he was wet from head to toe, dripping water constantly, as if he had just climbed up from the river.

It's a drowned water ghost!
Hui Chan wondered, water ghosts usually live in the river, how could they come to this ruined temple?

But these are not important anymore, he will die in the hands of this water ghost soon.

The woman walked up to Hui Chan, staring at him with a pair of dead fish eyes, and stretched out her swollen hands to Hui Chan's neck, ready to strangle him to death.

"Amitabha!"

Hui Chan recited a Buddha's name in a low voice, closed his eyes and waited for death.

However, a crisp voice sounded.

"Huh? Is anyone in there?"

Tata...

The sound of the bamboo pole hitting the ground sounded like raindrops, not chaotic, but with a certain rhythm.

Then a blind little beggar came in. She looked about twelve or thirteen years old, her hair was covered with mud and her clothes were torn. She was at the same age as a flower, but she was sallow and emaciated, as skinny as a stick.

The little blind girl walked towards Huichan holding the food she had begged for in her arms and stroking it.

And after the little girl appeared, the water ghost stood obediently in the corner, watching her quietly, without moving.

The little blind girl finally touched Hui Chan's bald head and said in surprise, "You...are you a monk?"

Hui Chan didn't speak.

The little blind girl took out the food she had begged for a day, gave him half of it and said, "Are you hungry, do you want to eat something first?"

Hui Chan looked at the black leftovers and thought to himself that this food is also eaten by people?

However, when he saw the little blind girl chewing those foods happily, not wasting a single grain, he couldn't help asking, "Do you... just eat this every day?"

The little blind girl smiled and said, "It's not bad today. Sometimes I can't ask for food, so I can only starve, or touch some earthworms, cockroaches and other cushions."

Hui Chan was silent for a long time.

"Eat quickly, or your stomach will growl at night, which is very uncomfortable!"

The little blind girl presented the other half of the food as if offering a treasure.

Hui Chan has done a long time of psychological construction, and under the urging of hunger, he finally swallowed the food.

taste very bad!
The rotten leftovers were mixed with mud and sand, and there were many black dregs. Every bite was a torture for the taste.

He really didn't know, how could this little girl eat so happily?
"where is your family?"

"They're all dead."

"...How did you die?"

"My mother said that my family used to live in Ludaofang in the city, with tens of acres of fertile land, but the monks of the White Horse Temple asked me to leave. My father was so angry that he got a sudden illness and died."

Hui Chan froze for a moment, and after a long time, he continued to ask: "What about your mother?"

The little blind girl seemed a little disappointed, and said: "After my father died, my mother took me to live with her. She treated me very well. I could still see at that time, and my mother taught me to read and write."

"Later I got sick and went blind. In order to cure my illness, my mother worked desperately to weave cloth for money. As a result, I was too tired. On the way back from buying silk... I accidentally fell into the lake and drowned."

"You live alone in this ruined temple, aren't you afraid?"

The little blind girl shook her head, pointed to the distance and said, "That lake is not far from here. I live here, and I can be closer to my mother."

After a pause, she said again: "I don't know why, but I always feel...Mother is still by my side, accompanying me."

Hui Chan looked at the water ghost woman, who seemed to be worried that her moisture would affect her daughter, so she just hid in a corner far away, not daring to approach her.

Huichan suddenly felt a little blocked in his heart.

His mouth trembled slightly, and he said, "White Horse Temple... I'm sorry."

But the little blind girl shook her head and smiled, "When Mother was still alive, she loved to worship Guanyin Bodhisattva and read Buddhist scriptures. She told me when it was time to repay my wronged people, and told me not to hold grudges."

"Niang also said that some monks in Baima Temple are bad, but Master Huichan must be good. He is our hero in Luoyang. If he hadn't guarded Luoyang for decades, we would have been eaten by demons long ago. "

Hui Chan's pupils shook, and an unprecedented complex feeling emerged in his heart, which was difficult to calm down for a long time.

As the night darkened, the cicadas kept singing.

In the ruined temple, the little blind girl knelt devoutly in front of the dilapidated Buddha statue, and the childish voice sounded.

"Buddha, please let this grandpa monk get better soon, he can't move, he must be very anxious, maybe he still has family members, his family members must be very anxious..."

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