Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

Yaoying made a pledge in front of Tamaraga, saying that she would be guilty, and went back that night and copied two volumes of scripture.

On the second day, the soldiers sent the scriptures to the front of the temple. The monk was about to put the scriptures with the handwritten scriptures and wooden plaques for blessings and condemnation of other believers. Yuanjue found them and asked: "Princess Wen Zhao What about the scriptures sent?"

The monk was busy finding the scriptures.

Yuanjue took away the scriptures and asked: "Don't tell anyone else about this."

The monk should be.

Karma sent the scriptures to Tamaraga.

Tamaraga took it and offered to recite the scriptures for Yaoying in front of the Buddha statue.

After a while, he finished chanting and asked: "Princess Wen Zhao stepped into the altar of fire yesterday, were you there?"

Yuanjue nodded, and said: "The princess's soldiers first demonstrated it several times in private. Both General Ashina and I were present. We were sure that they would not hurt people, so we cooperated with the princess to scare other princesses."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help laughing.

"Wang, you didn't see it. When Princess Wen Zhao said she was going to step into the altar of fire, the other princesses looked at her like a lunatic. Princess Manda sneered and said that the princess was bluffing and made people throw her scarf into the altar. Inside, the scarf burned immediately, and Princess Manda was dumbfounded..."

...

I don't know what magical method the soldiers used. The fire altar was raging, and wisps of blue flames appeared. People who were close could feel the burning and scorching, and the snow melted.

Princess Manda and her entourage checked several times, but no mechanism was found.

When Li Yaoying stepped into the altar with a smile while everyone was watching, the people who went to watch shouted. The Chinese guards prepared a few large tanks full of clear water. One person carried a bucket of water, and his eyes blinked. Staring at the altar of fire without blinking.

In the huge burning and cracking sound, Yaoying stepped towards the fire, the hot wind blew her veil, and there was no fear on her face.

Everyone looked at her blankly, watching her pass by the blue flames. Flames sprang from her brocade robe, still calmly, waiting for the blue flame to extinguish, she stood in front of the altar, although her clothes became scorched, but safe.

She walked out, raised her smoking sleeve and blew it, looked at other princesses, and asked, "Who is next?"

The princesses of various countries backed back again and again, their faces were ashen ashes, and Princess Manda did not dare to step forward.

...

At the end of the term, Yuanjue couldn’t help laughing: “King, I’ve asked the soldiers. Their skills are learned from the warlocks and Persian priests. They said, if the altar of fire does not scare people, They have other ways. The princess can roll nails and swallow nails... one is scarier than the other..."

Tamaraga held the bead in his hand, and when he finished speaking, he said, "If you have such a thing in the future, please come back and report it first."

Fate feels stunned, respectful should be.

There was a sound of footsteps at the door, and Prajna entered the temple and asked for instructions from Tamaragarh: "The king, the master of the temple and a few stewards don't know where to enshrine the Utambala flowers, please show the king."

The news of the emergence of Utambula flowers has spread like wildfire. The owner of the temple was worried that the spiritual flower would be destroyed and hesitated to move the golden flower into the inner hall. The other monks disagreed and believed that the flower should be enshrined in the main hall for all the people who came to worship the Buddha to watch.

Tamaragarh said calmly: "Neither is a secular thing, don't need to be enshrined, just put it away."

Yuanjue and Prajna both froze for a while, feeling a pity.

Prajna was a little unwilling, and hesitated: "That is the Utambula flower, a treasure that demonstrates the merits of the king, so let it be put away so that it won't see the sun?"

Tamara Gaya nodded and made a sound.

Prajna said cautiously: "King, the people cannot see the Utambula flowers. They will be disappointed and complain about the exclusive treasures of the Wang Temple."

"keep it."

Tamara Gada Road, the tone is majestic.

Prajna didn't dare to persuade any more, and walked out dejectedly.

Tamara Gya looked at Yaoying's handwritten scriptures, turning his fingers to hold the beads.

After all, the golden flower is not real. She offered it to the public and kept it in front of the Buddha. It would deceive the gods and Buddha, and it will inevitably lead to wrongs in the future, so it is better to put it away.

Although she never cared about these things.

After a moment of silence, a guard held a fist outside the door and said: "Wang, the doctor of Tianzhu asks for you."

Tamara Gaya raised the beads and nodded.

Yuanjue knew it, and motioned the Tianzhu doctor to enter the temple.

The Tianzhu healer carried a treasure box into the temple, saluted Tamara Gaya, and said: "King, the villain has prepared pills for Princess Wen Zhao. The princess can take one pill first. If the princess has no severe discomfort, she will be Take it once every ten days and it only takes one or two years to heal. You don’t need to take gel pills in the future."

He handed a detailed prescription to Yuanjue, and Yuanjue presented it to the book table.

Tamara Gha picked up the prescription and looked at it for a while, frowning slightly: "Dandala?"

The doctor of Tianzhu strained his heart and secretly said that Deva Munda said it was really good, the king of the court himself was well pharmacological, and he must not be fooled at will as an arrogant and frivolous monarch.

"Return to the king, Datura is warm in nature. Although it is toxic, it can also be used for treatment. The petals can relieve asthma and cough, especially analgesia and anesthesia. The princess is born with insufficient, and wants to get rid of the roots, so she has to increase the amount of medicine. , People will experience unbearable pain when dispersing medicine, so a small amount of mandala must be added to the pill."

After finishing speaking, he respectfully said: "While the princess is taking the medicine, the villain can wait by the side. If the princess has any surprises, the villain is willing to accept the crime."

Tamaragarh put down the prescription, "Healers don't have to be like this."

He is a patient himself. He knows this well. It is not a culpability to ask more questions. He just wants to ask clearly about the consequences of taking pills.

"Is Princess Wen Zhao in the front hall?"

He asked fate.

Yuanjue shook his head and replied, "The princess went to the martial arts field today."

The soldiers told him in the morning.

Tamara Gaya said, "When she comes back, ask her to go to the grotto."

...

The second day of the ceremony is the competition. Those who win are rewarded generously, and those who lose will not return empty-handed. In addition, the missions of various countries took out their treasures as prizes to reward the winners. The royal court and the warriors from various countries participated actively, which was extremely lively.

Yaoying also picked a few valuable treasures as prizes before, and got her seat.

She asked her soldiers to participate in horse racing and shooting competitions, while she went to the sidelines during the competition to observe the horses and harnesses used by the warriors of various tribes.

There are several magic weapons for Haidu Aling to win: well-trained, strong endurance, fast-moving cavalry, sophisticated and durable weapons that can be equipped in large numbers, fast speed, strong endurance and load-bearing ability, and sufficient number of horses.

The role of horses should not be underestimated. The quality of horses largely determines the strength of the military's combat power. In the past, Emperor Wu of the Han dynasty went to great lengths to obtain the hard-earned BMWs, precisely in order to improve the horses in the army and enhance the strength of the army.

At present, due to successive years of wars, the Central Plains has lost Helong and the source of excellent war horses. Most armies of various countries use southwest horses to march.

Southwestern horses are suitable for mountain camel transport, but they are light in size, short in size, and have far less load-bearing capacity than tall horses. They can carry bows and arrows with water sacs and dry food. They can no longer carry a soldier in heavy armor, so soldiers cannot wear armor and can only use leather shields. Protection.

Furthermore, the Southwest Horse's physical strength and explosive power were insufficient, and it could not march quickly or launch a surprise attack. Therefore, the Central Plains army could not use cavalry to rush into battle like the Northern Rong cavalry.

As a result, the Central Plains could not form a strong cavalry, and marching operations were dominated by infantry.

However, relying on infantry alone cannot regain Helong, let alone defeat Beirong.

Yaoying thought secretly that the horses that Haidu Aling's army would ride in the future seemed to be from other tribes, so if he could destroy his plan before he improved the horses.

When Bi Suo came down from the arena and saw Yaoying on the sidelines, he frowned and reminded her: "Look over there."

Yaoying looked in the direction of his fingers, and a sneaky figure immediately retracted into the crowd.

Bi Suo said: "It is a member of the Viramara mission. They have been asking about you in the past two days."

The other princesses all gave up, but Princess Manda showed no sign of giving up.

Yaoying frowned lightly.

Bi Suo comforted her and said, "At the end of the month, the Viramara mission must leave. No matter how unwilling Princess Manda is, she has no reason to stay. The princess has to beware of them these days, and it will be fine next month."

Yaoying nodded.

In the afternoon, the two returned to the Wang Temple together. Yuanjue was waiting at the door and said that Tamara Gha would invite Yaoying to go there.

Bi Suo paused, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

"Wang wants to see Princess Wen Zhao today?"

Yuanjue nodded.

Bi Suo seemed to have been beaten with a sap, clenching his fists in both hands.

Yaoying happened to be looking for Tamaraga for something, but she didn't notice his weirdness, and said to Yuanjue: "Wait, I'll go back and get something."

Fate should be waiting for her outside the courtyard.

Bi Suo did not leave, but was also waiting.

Yuanjue glanced at him and whispered: "General, the king did not summon you."

There was no expression on Bi Suo's face, and said, "Didn't the king meet the princess in the Zen room? I also want to go to the Zen room and drop in with you, just to go there with you."

Yuanjue shook his head: "It's not in the Zen room today."

Bi Suo brows heartbeat, and asks: "Where is that?"

Yuanjue scratched his scalp and said, "There is a Buddhist room on the other side of the grotto, which is very close to the Xingtang. The king has passed."

The courtyard on the side of the Xingtang was mostly vacant, and few people passed by. Tamaraga suddenly ordered someone to clean the meditation room the day before yesterday, but he didn't mention it again. He was puzzled for a long time, and now he knew that the king had prepared it for today.

When Bi Suo heard the words Grotto and Xingtang, he was shocked, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

At the other end, Yaoying took something and walked out, Yuanjue greeted her and led her away.

Yaoying followed him through the long corridor, past Tallinn, and climbed the long steps to a grotto.

The grotto is in a secluded corner, separated from the cliff wall full of large and small grottoes by a dark corridor. It is said to be a grotto, but in fact it is more like a residence. A tree is planted in front of the corridor, but the branches are bare. Yes, I can't see what tree it is.

"The mage is inside?"

Yaoying asked in a low voice, she did not see the guards of the Chinese army guarding.

Yuanjue nodded and said, "Princess, go in."

Yaoying went in with the baggage in her hands. The grotto was a cave room dug from the earth cliff. The light was dim in the daytime, and the lamp was lit inside, which covered a hazy halo.

Tamara Gha turned her back and sat on the futon under the lamp. The swaying candlelight hung around him, and the red robes were red as fire.

Yaoying stepped forward: "The mage is looking for me?"

Tamara Gha turned his head to look at her, his chin nodded towards the low couch opposite him.

Yaoying walked to the low couch and sat down, put down her burden, and waited for him to speak.

Tamara Gha opened the treasure box, took out the pills, and handed them to Yaoying.

"The doctor prepared a pill for the princess. I have tested it. The princess will take a pill first. It may be a little uncomfortable. If it is uncomfortable..."

Before he could finish, Yaoying took the pill, swallowed it, poured herself a cup of tea, and took a few sips slowly.

Tamara Gha:...

"The princess doesn't ask what medicine is this?"

Yaoying smiled, and there seemed to be stars flowing in her eyes: "The medicine the Master found for me must be a good medicine, thank you Master."

Tamara Gha looked at her for a while, then looked away.

...

Outside the Wang Temple.

Bi Suo stayed in place, stood for a long time, closed his eyes, and turned around to leave the Wang Temple.

There was a constant stream outside the Wang Temple, and the devout believers worshipped in the direction of the main hall.

Bi Suo rode a horse, passing through the crowded crowd, in a daze.

When he returned to the mansion, he called his subordinates and talked about military affairs for a while. Mopido came over to ask about the dispatching of troops. The two of them drank and talked. Unknowingly, until the evening, when Mopido left, he was half drunk and lying down. Sleeping down.

He had a dream.

In his dream, the young man knelt before the bed in the grotto. On the bed, the old man was dying, his skinny hands were trembling, and he solemnly handed him a knife that shone with cold light.

"Bi Suo, you swear to me."

Bi Suo trembled all over, afraid to pick up the knife, "Master...I really can't do it!"

The old man stared at him for a long time with muddy eyes, and sighed.

"Call in Yuanjue."

Bi Suo felt cold, rushed forward, and took the knife.

In the next moment, both the old man and the knife disappeared.

He saw an empty temple with candles and aloes curling up.

A monk sits cross-legged on the table in front of the Buddha, with a sharp face, blue eyes darkened with lotus blossoms, and a wide monk's clothes. The whole body is surrounded by agarwood and candlelight.

He looked so holy and solemn, but in his arms he held a beautiful woman with a fair complexion and snow. The woman faced him with her lotus arms tightly wrapped around his neck. The two sat opposite each other, and he looked down at her.

There was a rush of footsteps outside the Buddha Hall, and countless torches gathered towards the Buddha Hall.

Someone kicked the door open, and with a loud bang, a long knife slashed at the woman in the monk's arms.

The monk raised his face, his body drenched with sweat, and his handsome face was full of murderous aura.

The blue eyes that should have been calm and waveless are as red as blood.

Bi Suo looked at him and raised his long knife.

...

A cool breeze blew into the room from the cracks, and the felt curtain shook.

Bi Suo was awakened from his dream, his drunkenness disappeared, and he sat in a cold sweat for a while, turned over and put on his clothes and boots, and hurried to the Wang Temple.

Yuanjue saw him sweating profusely and was startled, and asked, "Does the general have an emergency military situation to report?"

Bi Suo did not answer and asked, "Has the king come back from the grotto?"

Yuan Jue shook his head: "The Wang hasn't come back yet."

"Princess Wen Zhao has gone back?"

Yuanjue continued to shake his head: "It doesn't seem to be..."

Bi Suo's face was gloomy as water, and he held him tightly: "Take me to see the king! Right away! Right away!"

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Sorry, it was released last night. I wanted to modify it as soon as it was published at 11 o’clock, but the chapter is locked by the high review and cannot be modified in the background. It can’t be modified until morning. The original version is not suitable. It has been modified. The version last night The dream does not exist.

Everyone tried hard to forget the original version of the previous chapter, I'm very sorry, the next chapter will send a red envelope~