Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

Yaoying keeps up with Tamaraga.

Bi Suo hung behind her.

There was a cold wind last night, and the front of the court was covered with soft snow. The three of them walked across the snow, and there was a creaking sound on the soles of their feet.

Tamaraga walked calmly and didn't walk fast, but he was tall and straight, with long legs, and cassock hunting, he had already walked a distance in a blink of an eye.

Yaoying hurriedly followed him, suddenly felt her feet sank, and her whole body was nailed to the spot, unable to move.

She lowered her head and found that half of the boots were sunk in the snow.

The weather has recently become warmer, and the snow is not as solid as it is in the cold winter.

Yaoying tried to pull out her boots, tried a few times, but still couldn't move.

Bi Suo followed her closely, and when she saw it, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, walked forward, stretched out her hand to help her, and smiled: "Princess, don't worry, I'll help you..."

He stretched out his hand to Yaoying, and from the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a snow-white robe flashing by, his smile stiffened slightly.

Yaoying grabbed her boots and pulled out several times, her body swayed slightly, and she was a little unsteady. Two shadows covered her in front of her. She raised her head, stretched out her hand subconsciously, and gently grabbed one of them by the sleeve.

The three of them were silent.

Bi Suo lowered her eyes, her eyes fell on Yaoying's slender fingers, her eyes a little strange.

Yaoying also looked at her hand, feeling a little guilty in her heart, slowly raised her eyes, and met Tan Moroga's cold and indifferent gaze.

He stood in front of her, his face was handsome, Fengshen was handsome, there was almost no expression on his face, and his tolerance was dusty.

She didn't know what was going on, she was grabbing his sleeves in a hurry.

There are fine gold patterns on the robes, which are slightly prickly when they pass through the fingertips.

Yaoying returned to her senses and smiled apologetically at Tamaraga. Just as she was about to release her finger, he lifted his arm slightly, beckoning her not to let go.

She knew it, clutching his sleeve tightly, and pulled herself out of the snow.

"Like smoking a bamboo shoot..."

Yaoying chuckled, letting go, and brushed the snowflakes off the edges of her boots.

Tamara Gha didn't speak, and when she stood firm, she turned and walked away.

Yaoying followed him, looked at Bi Suo with a blank look beside him, and asked, "Has the general never seen bamboo shoots?"

Bi Suo smiled at her, shook his head, and said: "I haven't seen it. I often hear people say that Han has a vast land, vast land and rich resources, and Han has many things that we don't have here..."

He changed the conversation, "The princess must have missed his hometown so much after being away from home for so long, right?"

Yaoying felt melancholy thinking of her homeland thousands of miles away from Wang Ting.

Bi Suo stared at Tamaraga's back without blinking, his voice raised a little, and said: "I made the princess sad, princess don't feel sad, now the situation in Beirong is chaotic, and the princess's relatives may have been found. I believe that soon, the princess will be able to return to her hometown and reunite with her relatives."

Yaoying nodded, "By the general auspicious words."

The three of them walked through the courtyard and stepped up the stone steps. The guards picked up the felt curtain, and Tamaraga walked in and pointed to the rolled up animal skin paper on the case: "Bi Suo, you send this to the camp. "

Bi Suo raised his head abruptly, looking at Tamaraga, his expression stiff.

This kind of thing doesn't require him to go there in person.

Tamara Gha was calm.

Bi Suo dared not say anything, and sighed secretly, with a deep voice, and left with the animal skin paper.

Tamara Gya looked at Yaoying: "Sit down."

Yaoying looked down at the Persian blanket on the ground, hesitantly not knowing where to sit.

Tamaraga raised his eyes and glanced at the side of the long case.

Yaoying understood what he meant, walked over and sat down cross-legged.

The brazier in the corner burned bright red with a soft sound, and the tent was warm like spring.

Tamara Gha picked up a letter from the case and handed it to Yaoying.

Yaoying took the letter and saw the beautiful Chinese characters on it. She was slightly surprised. When she opened it, a smile appeared on her face: "It's a letter from Master Mengda."

After Deva Munda left the royal court, he walked west first, and then went south when he arrived in the kingdom of Kang. He returned to Tianzhu from the living kingdom, Hesina, and Gandhara. The letter was written by him when he was in the living kingdom, and he said some roads. He told her that she was safe.

Yaoying quickly read the letter.

"Everything is fine with Deva Munda. He also asked about the Master's body and told the Master to be careful when taking medicine, and don't rely too much on the pill."

Tamara Gaya nodded and said: "Diva Munda met the king of Piramora when he was alive, and asked them to deliver the letter. The letter was brought by the Tianzhu mission. There is a Tianzhu healer who is proficient in pharmacology in the mission, Munda The wife invited him to the royal court."

Yaoying couldn't help but straightened up: "Is he here to treat the mage? Divas Munda asked him to come, it must be because he can heal the mage!"

Tamaraga looked down at her.

Yaoying knelt and sat in front of the long case, facing his gaze, her face was full of surprise and anticipation, her eyes were bright and the water was shining.

She rarely showed such a happy mood.

And she was so happy at the moment, all for him.

Tamara Gaya remained silent, flicking his finger to hold the beads.

Yaoying patted her hands and said with a smile, "The mage's blessings really work."

Tamara Gha raised his eyes: "Pray for blessings?"

Yaoying looked at him, nodded, and said with a smile: "In the hall this morning, the master chanted sutras and prayed for the people. I thought in my heart, if the Buddha can really manifest the spirit, the most blessed person should be the master. When the mage contacted me, I was thinking that if Deva Munda could find a way to heal the mage soon..."

"Unexpectedly, the Tianzhu doctors came."

Yaoying's eyebrows are crooked, Yan Ruo Shunhua.

Tamaraga looked at her, motionless.

A few small noises erupted from the charcoal basin, and the room was warm.

He was silent for a while and asked, "Why doesn't the princess ask for her blessing?"

Yaoying smiled and said casually: "I didn't think of it..."

As he said, his eyes fell on the gilt incense stick on the side.

"Next time the mage prays, I will visit again."

She casually thought of something, and asked curiously, "By the way, what did the mage read when he took the incense stick and lighted a little on my head?"

He recites the scriptures mostly in Sanskrit or Hu, and the rhythm is elegant, she didn't understand, but also listened intently.

Tamara Gaya said: "Scripture."

Yaoying shook her head and laughed, so she didn't ask.

Tan Moroga sat quietly, and suddenly asked, "Has the princess ever thought of entering Buddhism?"

Yaoying trembled, her eyes widened, she shook her head in astonishment, and smiled: "I'm not as noble as a mage. I can't bear the mundane world, greed, hatred, and idiot. I can't give up any of them."

As he said, he stretched his hands towards him, with a playful look.

"Just reciting the scriptures every day, I have a headache."

And she couldn't live without being fishy.

Tamaraga was silent, rubbing his fingers and holding the beads.

This morning, the Buddha was enshrined in front of the temple, and the agarwood was rich, and devout believers crowded the hall, one by one, to receive his blessings.

He has hosted such conferences many times. In his eyes, men, women, children, young and old, with yellow hair and beards, all non-human and Han people, all have a vague face, no distinction between high and low, no distinction.

However, when she suddenly appeared, he saw her charming face.

She walked up to him step by step, her clear eyes reflected him, as if she were the same as other believers, admiring him, admiring him, and sincerely respectful.

At that time, Tamaraga's eyes were drooping, and he was not reading the usual prayer verses.

What he read is:

May you be free from illness and disaster.

May you be safe and happy.

May your wisdom grow and eliminate worries.

May your wishes come true and return to your hometown as soon as possible.

Thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains and evening snow, you will return to your homeland, and there will be no more exile in this life...

In this life, you will no longer set foot in the snowy territory thousands of miles away, let alone walk in this oasis in the desert.

Tamara Gha has blessed many people. The birth must die, the union must leave, the prosperity must decline, the sufferings flow, there is no rest, and they are often invaded by all sufferings. People seek the blessing of Buddhism to get rid of all sufferings. When he taught the people and prayed for sentient beings, he thought of the sufferings the people suffered in the troubled times.

When facing Yaoying... what he thought was her pain.

He wanted her to be safe and happy, and he wanted to...

Tamara Gha closed his eyes and held the bead with his fingers.

At this time, there was a noise from the door, and the guards announced outside the curtain: "Wang, the doctor of Tianzhu is here."

Tamara Gha opened his eyes, released the bead, and his face had returned to a sense of indifference.

"Come in the doctor."

The felt curtain shook, a long face, thin lips, light brown skin, light brown curly hair, and a middle-aged man in a white robe walked into the room, saluted Tamaraga, and stopped looking at Yaoying by the side of the long table. Look at her intently.

Tamara Gaya said, "This is Princess Wen Zhao."

The doctor from Tianzhu saluted her.

Yaoying gave a gift and turned her head to look at Tamaraga.

Tamara Gya glanced at the low-hanging tent and nodded.

Yaoying originally wanted to retire, but he looked like he wanted to avoid it by herself, and there was something indisputable, wondering why he didn't just let herself go back, got up and retreated to the golden tent.

The tent fell down, isolating the voice from outside.

A charcoal basin was also burned in the interior, and the curtains were densely squeezed. It was warmer than outside. The bookcase she had used before Yaoying had slept on it. The paper, scrolls, and pen holders on it were vaguely used by her last time. After that.

She walked to the book table, picked up a book casually, and flipped through it for a while, and found that the scroll with the sign was exactly where she saw it.

The voices outside the Jin Ting were intermittent, and Tamara Gha and the monk changed to talk in Sanskrit.

After a few layers of curtains, Yaoying couldn't hear or understand. After turning through the scrolls for a while, she was bored, picking up pens and spreading paper, and splashing ink at her desk.

She smeared and smeared her hands, drawing fascinatingly, and I don't know how long it took, and the voice of Tamaraga calling for her came from outside the tent.

"Princess Wen Zhao."

It is a simple four-character, with a clear tone and a flat tone, like jade and stone, and flowing like a quiet spring.

Yaoying put down the pen and walked out of the room.

Before the Tianzhu doctor left, he walked to her, looked at her with a smile for a long time, returned to the long case, and whispered a few words in Sanskrit.

Tamara Gha listened to him, his eyes staying on Yaoying, nodded.

The Tianzhu doctor showed joy on his face, saluted and babbled, and said a lot of words.

Yaoying was a little dazed.

Tamara Gha called for Fate and said: "Send the princess back."

The fate should be, send Yaoying back to the yard.

When Yaoying's figure disappeared in the depths of the corridor, Tamaraga asked the Tianzhu doctor: "How sure are you?"

The healer thought for a while, and said: "The villain and several medical officers have read all the prescriptions and pulse cases that the king sent to the princess yesterday. The villain has been in the court for many years and is good at this symptom. I'm pretty sure. I saw the princess today. Although the villain didn't dare to boast, but looking at the princess's look, her illness is not difficult to treat. The conditioning will definitely make the body strong, eliminate the pain, and no longer have to suffer from powder medicine every month. As long as the king orders, the villain will do his best to diagnose and treat the princess."

There was no expression on Tamaraga's face, and said, "I will trouble the doctors in the future."

The Tianzhu doctors hurriedly said he did not dare, and quietly raised his eyes to look at him, feeling that he was as indifferent as before, and cautiously asked: "Princess Manda of the country has believed in Buddhism since he was a child. Allow Princess Manda to come to the temple to worship Buddha and pray for the people of the country?"

Tamara Gaya nodded.

The Tianzhu healer quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He promised to treat Princess Wen Zhao from the Han region, just to ask Princess Manda for a chance to approach the Wang Temple.

Since Princess Manda came to the royal court, although the royal court officials are polite and without any negligence, Tamara Gha never shows up. The princess has a flowery appearance and outstanding dance skills. She was once famous for a devil dance, but Lian Buddha I can't even see the child, and I can't use his ability at all.

With the permission of Tamaraga, Princess Manda finally had the opportunity to dance for the Buddha.

The doctor from Tianzhu quit, his face couldn't hide his joy.

Behind him came the voice of Tamaraga: "Please ask the doctor to keep this matter secret. Don't mention it to others."

The doctor of Tianzhu quickly turned around and said respectfully: "The villain remembers that it is about the princess's jade body, and the villain will be tight-lipped."

An hour later, Bi Suo returned to the Zen room from Daying: "King, the things have been sent."

Tamara Gaya wrote at the desk, and answered faintly.

Bi Suo returned to the door.

With a few bangs, the goshawk flew back to the meditation room and kept screaming. Yuanjue walked into the meditation room, filled the corner brazier with charcoal, and added food and water to the goshawk in the interior, and saw a painting spread out on the book table. With a sigh, he picked up the painting and sent it to the Tamaraga case.

"Wang, this picture seems to be dropped by the princess."

Yuanjue's face is weird.

"Does Zhongyuan Shixing have such painting skills?"

Tamaraga stopped writing and took the drawing paper.

On the pale yellow drawing paper, a few bamboo poles and the outline of a man are outlined with simple black lines. The man is tall, dressed in a robe, and a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. He is holding a chunky bamboo shoot and pulling out.

The line of this painting is simple, seemingly clumsy, but quite interesting. The person who painted it is probably very satisfied. There are also a few words about dragon and phoenix dancing beside it: the picture of Buddha's bamboo shoots.

It turned out that what she said was like smoking bamboo shoots, and that was what she meant.

To make her avoid, she drew this.

Tamaraga squeezed the drawing paper and twitched the corner of his mouth lightly.

Like Sansheng Pond, a green lotus swayed gently, bringing a circle of ripples on the water.

If there is nothing, it is fleeting.

Yuan Jue's eyes widened, unable to believe it, and looked back at Bi Suo.

Like him, Bi Suo's eyes widened and his expression was shocked.

The two dared not speak, and when he looked at Tamaraga again, he had already put down the drawing paper, his expression was calm and there was no wave of turbulence.

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"Birth must die, reunion must depart..." This sentence quotes the original text of the Buddhist scriptures.

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