Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 75 Temptation
"It's a great opportunity to lose your head by getting involved!" Wang Wenzuo secretly complained in his heart. Of course he knew that Wu Zetian was the final winner of this political struggle, and he also knew that Wu Zetian was very generous to the good dog. The question is who knows whether he will be reduced? A victim of this brutal political struggle?Wu Zetian's opponent is also a man of heaven to him, although he has a little strength at hand now, but in the eyes of those high-ranking big shots, he is just an ant, who can beat himself to ashes with a single thought.

"Sanlang, you and I have acquired civil and martial arts, isn't it just for—"

"Liu An, you don't need to rush! This kind of thing is for San Lang to decide on his own!"

Seeing that Wang Wenzuo remained silent, Liu An was anxious to urge him, but was stopped by Liu Yuanzhen. At this time, the food and drink had already been served, and he raised his glass and said with a smile, "Okay, that's the end of the business, and we'll be here later tonight." Just talk about Fengyue, don't disappoint this good time, come, come, come!"

As he said, Liu Yuanzhen did not mention anything about the relics that night, but only talked about interesting things about Chang'an and Luoyang at that time, and persuaded him to drink.Even though Wang Wenzuo knew his trump card, he couldn't help secretly admiring this person's patience and planning. Compared with Liu An, he was much inferior, and he couldn't help but wink at Wang Wenzuo, lest he miss the opportunity to make friends with a nobleman, and Wang Wenzuo secretly thought to himself I lament the sorrow of the children of the middle and lower classes.

In a blink of an eye, it was already the time of the first shift, and the wine was cold and the food was left.Wang Wenzuo sent Liu An and Liu Yuanzhen out of the door. Before parting, Liu An grabbed Wang Wenzuo's arm and said in a low voice, "Sanlang, don't miss this opportunity and never come again. You must think clearly!" .

Back in the house, Wang Wenzuo sat down in front of the table, and saw Sancho sitting on his knees, with a worried expression on his face, obviously worried for himself.Wang Wenzuo's heart moved, and he patted the floor in front of him: "Come on, Sanqiu, sit down and have a drink with me!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Come on!" Wang Wenzuo wanted to find the wine glass, but found that he didn't know where he had gone, so he picked up a plate, poured out the leftover soup in it, filled it up, and handed it to Sancho: "Come on, drink!"

"Yes!" Sancho drank the wine in the plate, filled it up tacitly, and handed it to Wang Wenzuo with both hands. In this way, the two of you shared a plate of wine and drank each other. .

"Sancho, let me ask you, if there were two roads ahead, one dangerous but leading to high places, and the other safe but only leading to flat ground, which one would you choose?"

"That depends on which one you choose!" Sancho said with a smile, "Anyway, no matter which way your husband chooses, I, Sancho, will follow!"

"Will definitely follow, no matter where?" Wang Wenzuo asked.

"Yes, no matter where you go!" Sancho met Wang Wenzuo's eyes calmly, with a calm expression.

"Okay, okay!" Wang Wenzuo laughed suddenly: "You go to Huicong to find it now!"

The night was dark.

He passed through the tower forest, and as he did thousands of times in the past, the stone towers storing the ashes of eminent monks stood upright in the night wind, and the night wind swept over the top of the towers, as if they were chanting sutras.Finally, he came to the teacher's resting place, beside him was the teacher's teacher. "Huicong, don't forget that life is a small matter, but Buddhism is the most important." The teacher's voice said softly, his arms were thin and his face was withered.

Huicong sat up in shock, his heart was beating wildly, and the blanket was tangled.The room was dark, and there was a loud knock on the door. "Master Huicong." Someone shouted.

"Wait a minute!" Huicong got off the bed naked, grabbed a robe to wrap it around, and opened the door. He saw Sancho's familiar face and two soldiers standing behind him.

"Huicong, the master wants to see you right away!" Sancho's breath smelled heavily of alcohol, obviously he had just drank a lot, so did something serious happen?Huicong nodded: "Wait a moment, let me get dressed!"

He opened the window, put on his clothes and shoes by the moonlight, and followed Sancho out. The street was dark and silent. When he came to the door of Wang Wenzuo's residence, the moon, which had turned from waning to round, had already hung low on the high wall.At the door, a guard with a spear was patrolling back and forth.

"Sangqiu, go and guard the door, don't let others approach, I'll talk to Master Huicong alone!" Wang Wenzuo sat cross-legged on the bed, pointed to the chair next to him, and motioned for Huicong to sit down.

Sancho nodded, stepped out and closed the door, Huicong could hear the low footsteps outside, he felt as if he was in a lion's den, he could not help shrinking back subconsciously.

"Huicong, I remember you are from Dinglin Temple, right?"

"Yes!"

"That's a very nice temple!" Wang Wenzuo spread his hands: "The golden hall (the building where the Buddha statue is placed), corridors, pagodas, gardens, Buddha statues, and lotus ponds are all available. It's a pity that it has been destroyed now. War is It would be dreadful, then, to destroy what is dearest to us!"

Huicong looked at Wang Wenzuo in surprise, he could feel the sincerity of the other party at this time, maybe this man usually lied a lot, but at least he was telling the truth this time.

"Yes, it is indeed terrible!"

"Then Master Huicong, have you ever thought about rebuilding it?"

"Rebuild Dinglin Temple?" Huicong asked suspiciously, "You want to rebuild Dinglin Temple?"

"It's not me, and I don't have the ability to rebuild Dinglin Temple!" Wang Wenzuo replied, "But someone can!"

"Who?"

"Empress Wu of the Great Tang Dynasty!" Wang Wenzuo said: "As long as she makes an order, Dinglin Temple will definitely be rebuilt. It needs people and money!"

"Empress Wu of the Tang Dynasty?" Huicong was stunned. He didn't know why Wang Wenzuo mentioned this person. There was no doubt that she had this ability, but why did she order to rebuild this foreign Buddhist temple?He thought for a while, then asked cautiously: "Then how can Her Majesty the Queen make an order?"

"Shirley!"

"Sherry?"

"Yes!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile, "Her Majesty wants to get the relics from Baekje. If you can find the relics and present them to Your Majesty, you will definitely win her favor. Rebuilding Dinglin Temple is just a very simple matter!"

The bait thrown by Wang Wenzuo did not have the expected effect, and Huicong sat there without saying a word, like a clay sculpture or wood carving.Wang Wenzuo suddenly realized that he might have made a mistake. For him, the relic was just a bead-shaped crystal left by the monk's cremation after death, which was worthless, but for Huicong, the relic was a treasure left by the Buddha. , has incredible power and merit, how can it be handed over to robbers in foreign countries?
(End of this chapter)