Martial Sage

Tang Hao looked at the cyan orange, only the size of a baby's fist, and sighed: "The master must not try any more. Tang Hao had two wishes before, one is to accompany his family to incense, and the other is for the chart. Daming Temple With heavy treasures, people from all walks of life will come to covet it. Once it has attracted the attention of the imperial court, it may be difficult for Daming Temple to take care of itself."

Tang Hao couldn't figure it out, the chart would do harm to Daming Temple without any benefit, so why should he hold onto this pile of useless waste. The black-faced monk smiled without saying a word, but this time he did not deny the chart. He just took a few sour oranges just to warn Tang Hao that it would be sour if he wanted to eat Daming Temple.

Seeing that Tang Hao already knew it, he was even more calm. Although they were outsiders, they knew nothing less about Fengyun in the court than others. Tang Hao went out of Beijing in a hurry, and his failure in the struggle was a certainty. The black-faced monk did not dare to bet on Tang Hao.

The light green tea is packed in a white porcelain cup, full of fragrance. The black-faced monk picked up the tea and put it on his nose and sniffed it lightly, his face was full of admiration. Slowly finished a sip of tea, put the cup in the ring, cupped hands said, but it was an unparalleled product.

Drinking three cups of tea in a row is good, and if you have more, it is called drinking cows. The servant took the tea set to wash in the spring water, and Tang Hao said: "Since the temple has the idea of ​​crossing the sea to teach the Fa, Tang Hao has nothing to say. But the navigation channel needs to be constantly revised. He just walked through it. I can cross the sea rashly once, there is no guarantee. Now that Daming Temple has its own idea, I wish you all the best."

Tang Hao didn't understand the meaning of Daming Temple's chart, but when I was dividing tea, I suddenly remembered that the monk Jianzhen of Dongdu was from Daming Temple, isn't it?

Hei Lian Sen's face showed a sense of horror, but Tang Hao was disappointed. He paid such a high price not to conquer the ocean and create a way. Is it just to promote Dharma?

"General Tang thinks this is inappropriate?" The black-faced monk asked cautiously.

"Whatever, take such a big risk to spread Dharma. It is your wish and respectable. In any case, you want to cross the sea, and I want to go to the sea without conflict. Give me a copy of the chart, and then Lingnan The navy breaks into an innovative channel. I will also leave a copy for you."

The black-faced monk nodded, this is Tang Hao's bottom line. If they don't know each other anymore, there might be an army coming.

Han Che wanted to ask how Tang Hao guessed that the monks were going to cross the sea to teach the Fa. Seeing that Tang Hao's face was gloomy, he didn't ask. When his wife returned to the city after worshipping the Buddha, he said in a low voice, "I didn't find out where you are smarter than me. Why can you think of the idea of ​​the monk at Daming Temple? Why can't I?"

Tang Hao thoughtlessly said, "Smartness cannot be measured. I think smartness probably refers to knowledge, knowledge, and life experience. I don't doubt your knowledge, and I don't doubt your knowledge, you are missing. Just take your time with the experience of dealing with people. I heard that the sea is the most moody. Once you control the ocean, you will be able to control the hearts of the world."

Han Che didn't understand, he only felt that this sentence made sense. If it was reasonable, he always wanted to understand that this is the stupidity of a wise man.

Changle is very angry, where is there such a waste of people? A lot of that woman was placed on the table by others, led around like an animal, and she walked a little slower with a whip. Those damn Husband merchants treat people inappropriately, even if they sell slaves, they didn't lift up people's clothes for everyone to watch.

"Changle, don't be angry. The slave trade is like this. This is Datang. They have already converged a lot. If it is too much in my hometown," said the teacher of the Western Regions who accompanied him.

The chart on the wall is so simple, there is no warp or latitude, only inexplicable patterns. If there is coconut, it means there is water, if there is a wooden stick, it means there are natives there, and there are some messy lines, it means there is a steady flow.

The yard was noisy, and the sound rang again. Needless to say, Changle came back with her shopping army. Before they came back, many merchants sent countless goods. These are what they purchase today. Results.

Tang Hao put away the charts hanging on the wall, and waited for Daming Temple to send their charts to make a comparison, and by the way, he also made a supplement. These things need to be sent to Yizhou, looking for professionals from the navy division to do it. Halfway through the meal, the butler said that someone had come to the door to plead guilty.

Carrying a large group of people with injured legs, that is, the group of people who were shot by the guards. It was dark outside and it was not clear whether they came to plead guilty or to demonstrate justice.

Tang Hao smiled, because he actually saw Chang Le pouting like a child. After a long time, he moved her lips with a finger, turned around, stood under the hall, and wanted to see how it came back. thing.

Two rows of guards stood in the yard with a horizontal knife. The servants walked down the gate after hanging lanterns in the yard. As soon as it was opened, I heard someone from outside sign up for it: "Qiu Ningte, owner of the Tianfu ship, came to the mansion to apologize and beg the general to let go."

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