Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

Before dawn, Yaoying was awakened by Xie Qing.

She remembered that today was the day when Tamaraga was giving lectures. She got up to freshen up and put on a plain cloth robe. While eating sesame sesame cakes, she read the scriptures under the swaying lights, silently memorizing them in her heart.

The sound of the bell came from outside the flower wall, and it sounded deep and far away through the layers of vines.

When the dawn dawned, Yuanjue came over to lead Yaoying to the hall to see her lightly dressed, her long black hair was pulled up with a simple jasper hairpin, no other golden jade ornaments were worn, and she nodded in satisfaction.

The courtyard where Yaoying lives is in the northeast of the Buddhist temple, far away from the main hall, passing through several long volleys on the way. She pointed to the courtyards under her feet and asked curiously: "Where is that place?"

These days, she discovered that there are many high and low palaces and residences on the outer periphery of the Buddhist temple. Some are official offices, some are post houses, some are didians, and some are the residences of princes and nobles. The courtyard where she lives belongs to the latter, so strictly speaking, she does not I live in a Buddhist temple, so I can come and go freely.

The Buddhist temple is the place where the monarchs of the royal court practiced. It occupies a large area, where monks gather, and soldiers guarding everywhere. Every day, many people come to visit and pay their respects. It is very lively, but there is a courtyard in the Buddhist temple that has been vacant and quiet. It was deserted, and few people went in and out of it.

It was the yard under her feet.

Yuan Jue followed Yaoying's sight and said in a low voice, "That's Xingtang."

Yaoying did not continue to ask.

She vaguely remembered that Tamara Gha had been confined in a Buddhist temple since his birth. The princes and nobles wanted to scare him, grind his ambition, and deliberately put him in the execution hall until he was thirteen years old.

The Xingtang was a layer dug down, and Chen Hui poured down and fell into the gloomy courtyards, like falling into a bottomless ancient well. There was no light in sight, and it was dark and cold.

How uncomfortable would it be to live in that place for ten years?

As he approached the hall, noisy human voices entered Yaoying's ears.

Tamaragarh allowed ordinary people to enter the monastery to listen to the preaching, regardless of male or female. Early in the morning, the devout people gathered under the hall, and there was a crowd of people in front of the stage. Even if everyone deliberately lowered their voices to speak, there was still a buzzing voice.

The lecture is about to begin.

The main hall is built on Taiji, unlike the Buddhist temples in the Central Plains. It is obvious that the Royal Palace Buddhism and the Central Plains Buddhism have blended many local traditions in the process of spreading. The four walls are painted with exquisite murals, and the dome is large with elegant blue flowers. , The hall is empty and clean, with magnificent momentum, and there are narrow passages for two people to run side by side.

There is a high platform in the hall, with monks sitting under the platform, and the front left seat is shining golden. There are a group of luxuriously dressed princes and nobles. There are monks and soldiers guarding in the promenade, and the people under the steps sometimes stand on tiptoes and look inside.

Yuan Jue led Yaoying to sit in a corner and looked at her with countless eyes. She looked back at her calmly and smiled.

There was a stiff expression on those people's faces.

Yaoying sat down and looked around. Most of the people who saw her were princes and nobles and the people. The concentration of the monks was much better, and she only quietly raised her eyes to look at her for a while and then silently retracted her gaze.

The ladies squinted at Yaoying, winking at each other.

Yaoying watched her nose, her nose watched her heart, her nonsense was not good enough to understand the whispers of the ladies, and her ears were pure.

After a while, the monks came surrounded by Tamaraga.

Yaoying's eyes widened, and she didn't react for a while.

Tamara Gha came here, wearing a large crimson robes, holding a string of beads in his hand, walking calmly, fluttering and celestially, his eyes were light, without a trace of smoke.

This is the first time Yaoying has watched Tamaraga walking, she can't help feeling a strange feeling in her heart, and her eyes are constantly moving around him.

He is tall and straight, looks like a cold star, and has a Tsinghua temperament.

Yaoying thought of his swollen and black legs not long ago, and the wide robes covered her figure, not knowing how well his legs had recovered.

Judging from his graceful steps, it should be almost better.

Deva Munda has returned to Tianzhu, and I don't know what disease he is suffering from. Shui Mang Cao is completely attacked by poison, and long-term use will definitely cause hidden dangers.

A few coughs and snickers came from nearby, Yuanjue reminded Yaoying in a low voice: "Princess..."

She looked too attentively at Tamaraga.

Yaoying returned to her senses and found that all the women in the hall were looking at herself, and she noticed her gaffe, and she withdrew her gaze.

Tamara Gaya stood on the high temple steps, ascended, sat down, and led the monks to start chanting, with a solemn appearance.

The princes and nobles and the people outside the temple also sat upright, chanting along with them, and the crowd, one after another, looked devout.

The sound of Sanskrit is clear and far away, solemn and solemn, and it is really shocking.

Yaoying could not help holding her breath, sitting upright, and chanting along with Yuanjue. After she had memorized the familiar scriptures that she had temporarily held the Buddha's feet upside down three or five times, the chanting stopped.

The little monk held the scroll respectfully and walked to the high platform. Tamara Gaya took out a scroll from the scroll, and the little monk said aloud the name of a person.

A monk in the audience stood up, bowed to Tamara Gha, and began to ask questions.

Tamara Gha replied a few words, the monk frowned and thought, folded his hands together, and sat back.

Then Tamaraga took out another volume of scriptures. The little monk looked at the name written on the cloth and read it out. The monk stood up excitedly and asked loudly, speaking very quickly. Tamaraga looked calm and answered. The speed was not slow at all. The monk kept asking questions, even with an aggressive meaning. He didn't change his expression and answered one by one.

At the end, the monk folded his hands together and sat back with an expression of admiration.

The little monks continued to roll their names, and every monk who was called up had a cheered expression, and continued to ask Tan Moroga, and Tan Moroga answered one by one, with a peaceful voice.

Yaoying looked confused.

Yuanjue explained to her in a low voice that this is similar to a Buddhist debate. The monks wrote their questions on the paper and handed them over. Whoever draws the Tamaraga can start a brief Buddhist debate with him. Everything is everything. , Buddhism, Buddhism, from scratch, the clouds in the sky, the grass on the ground, everything can be argued.

Yaoying was speechless and bit her scalp to continue listening. The monk and Luo Jia used Sanskrit in the debate. She did not understand, but the debate between the two sides was extremely fast. Just looking at the monks was embarrassed, or gratified, or lost. Or the expression of thinking hard is also very interesting.

After Tamaraga had drawn ten volumes of scriptures, the little monk removed the tray, and the expressions on the faces of the monks in the audience became calm again. The atmosphere in the temple became much more relaxed, and Roga began to teach the Fa.

He spoke Sanskrit first, then changed to Hu language, occasionally mixed with another Hu language, with a clear voice and a tactful tone, like a jade bead, with a soothing rhythm.

Everyone outside the hall in the hall heard mesmerized as drunk, and from time to time some women bowed their heads to wipe their tears.

Yaoying heard that Tamaraga was telling the story of good and evil cause and effect, but she didn't quite understand it after hearing it. She kneeled and sat for a long time, her body sore, she couldn't help secretly changing her posture.

A cold gaze swept over.

It is soft and has a kind of unsharp strength.

Yaoying couldn't help but agitated, and immediately became honest, motionless, and continued to listen.

Tamara Gya glanced at the top of her dark and soft hair and looked away.

Yaoying didn't dare to move this time, and sat for another quarter of an hour. The crowd heard sighs and Buddha chanting one after another. Everyone stood up, put their palms together at Tamaraga, and watched him walk off the platform, surrounded by the monks. Leave.

When his clear back disappeared at the gate of the palace, Yaoying's heart relaxed: Is this over? He will not spot check her homework?

It turns out that as long as she sits and listens to morning classes honestly.

Yaoying got up and was about to leave, when several people came over.

Prajna and a few monks stood in front of her with a serious look, and sneered at holding out several scriptures: "Does the princess have any gains from practicing Dharma?"

The corners of Yaoying's mouth twitched: It was early to be happy just now, the people who spot check her homework are waiting here!

Prajna stood in front of Yaoying, with his waist stiff like a cut white poplar, and began to draw back the contents of Yaoying's scriptures.

What he asked happened to be the part of Tamaragarh that made the predestined consciousness remind Yaoying.

Yaoying was taken aback, then smiled secretly: The monk actually helped her cheat.

Although she couldn't understand the deep meaning of the book, the endorsement couldn't trouble her, and the answers were fluent.

Prajna frowned, opened another book, and continued to ask.

Yaoying can still recite fluently.

After asking a few books in a row, Yaoying didn't feel embarrassed. Prajna couldn't help but feel a little annoyed and asked, "Can you understand the meaning?"

Yaoying narrowed her eyes and said with a smile, "No."

Without waiting for what Prajna said, she asked, "Do you understand everything?"

Prajna wanted to refute, but she met Yaoying's smiling eyes, her face was reddish, he was not a shaved monk, but just a guard who followed the Tamaragarh, how dare you say that he could understand the scriptures in the book? If you give an affirmative answer, you will definitely be pursued!

He had to shake his head.

Yaoying smiled.

Prajna refused to admit defeat, and asked: "The princess has memorized this these days?"

Yaoying coughed slightly, and said seriously: "I have concentrated on studying a scripture these days."

Prajna looked at her with suspicion: "What scripture?"

Yaoying recites "Heart Sutra" word by word.

The Heart Sutra, that is, the Maha Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra, is short and concise. The translation of Tang Xuanzang's version has only more than 300 words in total. It is concise and clear, but its meaning is endless, because it is the essence extracted from hundreds of Buddhist scriptures, condensed from A vast array of Buddhist texts with millions of words.

Yaoying thought about it. This scripture, which was widely circulated in the Central Plains, was enough for her to cope with the random inspections in the next few months.

She recites fluently, but Prajna has a blank expression on her face: "What is it that you recite?"

Yaoying was more at a loss than him: "The Heart Sutra?"

Prajna said with certainty: "I have never heard of this sutra."

Yaoying explained: "I am memorizing the version translated by Master Xuanzang, a monk in the Central Plains, which may be different from what you studied."

Prajna frowned and looked at the several monks around him. One of them shook his head at him. Several people discussed in a low voice for a while, and said, "Does the princess understand?"

Yaoying folded her hands together and said, "The scriptures are timeless. I still haven't understood the true meaning of it, but after reading it a few times, my mood becomes peaceful and peaceful."

Prajna was stunned. If Yaoying said that he had gained something, he could still argue the truth with her. When she said that, he really couldn't find what was wrong.

A monk next to him showed admiration and nodded: "The princess can have such an understanding, that is, she is really cultivating with great concentration."

Yaoying smiled modestly.

The corners of Prajna's eyes twitched.

The monks saluted Yaoying and turned to leave.

Yaoying asked Fate Jue on the side: "Did I pass the test?"

Yuanjue smiled and said: "The princess has performed very well, and there will be less rumors in the city in the future. As long as the princess shows that she is practicing Dharma, these monks dare not deliberately embarrass the princess."

Yaoying's heart moved.

Tamara Gha asked her to deal with the investigation, it turned out to be to help her to make her life in the holy city easier.

Seeing the lunch, Yuan Jue sent Yaoying back to the yard.

With the sound of footsteps behind him, a guard chased him: "The king invites the princess to go to the monastery."

Destiny should be, **** Yaoying to the monastery.

The courtyard is quiet, the sky is blue, the flowing clouds are flicking, the blue flowers and fine leaves on the dome appear blue in the brilliant sunshine, and there is a faint golden glow among the murals.

Tamaragarh sat in front of the long case and read the letter. Several dusty blue-shirted guards knelt in front of the courtyard, one of whom was a pro-accompaniment of Ashina Bisuo.

There was news from Beirong.

Yaoying walked quickly into the long corridor, and went outside the Buddhist room. After a pause, she subconsciously held her breath and stepped into the room.

The room was cool, Tamara Gha did not raise her head, her slender fingers were raised to signal Yaoying to take her seat.

Yaoying was sitting on her knees opposite him, sitting upright.

After reading the letter, Tamaraga lifted his eyes and said, "Aling Haidu hurt a leg."

Yaoying was startled.

Tamara Gha glanced at the courtyard, fate felt complacent, and motioned to Ashina Bisuo's kiss to follow him.

Kneeling outside the promenade, he slowly said: "When General Ashina arrived in Beirong, Prince Haidu Aling had already returned to the tooth tent. It is said that he was attacked by bandits while on the road, and one of his legs was smashed by a shocked horse. The weather was hot and the wound was festering. The witch doctor used the wrong medicine to treat him. Prince Haidu Aling’s right leg was broken. The general said that several princes broke into the tent to personally check Haidu Aling’s injuries. There are maggots on his legs."

Yaoying's eyelids twitched.

As expected, Haidu Aling still "wrapped" a leg.

Those bandits in ambush should be traps arranged by a few princes.

The pro-family said at the end: "The general remembered that Princess Wen Zhao reminded him that Haidu Aling would use bitter tricks, and suspected that Haidu Aling's legs were not broken, so he sent his subordinates back to ask the king for instructions and ask the princess by the way."

Tamara Gha looked at Yaoying.

Yaoying suddenly felt breathless, and said, "I did remind General Ashina."

He whispered: "The princess knows everything about Prince Aling's temperament, and the general wants to hear the princess's advice."

The courtyard was silent.

Yaoying greeted the gaze of the pros and cons and bit her scalp: "Since Haidu Aling uses bitterness, then the general might as well come to a general to take care of his injuries."

Haidu Aling pretended to scrap a leg, Ashina Bisuo could use the suspicion of several princes on him to make that leg really scrapped.

Several of the pros exchanged glances, and Yuanjue, who was guarding the door, showed a look of surprise.

Tamara Gya didn't seem to be surprised by Yaoying's answer, and did not say anything, and wrote a letter.

He got up and took the letter, saluted, and left in a hurry.

Yaoying also stood up and exited the monastery. When she walked down the promenade, a few guards just came in with the food table. She casually glanced at the silver plate on the food table and stayed for a while.

A plate of beef flashed past her eyes.

Yaoying turned around, following the plate of beef with her eyes.

Shiyan was sent to Tamaraga, and his slender fingers picked up a piece of meat.

Yaoying was dumbfounded.

In the room, Tamara Gya noticed Yaoying's gaze and looked up.

The girl stood in the courtyard, staring at him blankly, with an expression struck by lightning.

Tamara Gha paused, and a faint doubt flashed across his clear blue eyes.

Is she hungry?

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There are different translated versions of the Heart Sutra, and the number of words is different in different versions.