After Chen Chang paid homage, he raised his head and stared at the Guanyin statue in front of him.
This cast-iron Guanyin stands quietly on an upside-down lotus seat, with an "S"-shaped body, high bun, plump cheeks, plump body, slightly turned sideways, bare feet with exposed toes, lowered head and coquettish smile, introverted and introverted.
Sheng Gaojie has the characteristics of an oriental woman.
Cai Daye gently introduced: "Your Highness, there was originally an iron Buddha in this Iron Buddha Temple. There were four iron Buddhas: Sakyamuni, Avalokitesvara, Manjusri, and Samantabhadra. After the war, only two statues, Sakyamuni and Avalokitesvara, were left.
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"It's strange to say that at that time, the Western Wei Dynasty attempted to smelt the four iron Buddhas to make weapons. After the three iron Buddhas were melted in the furnace, the only one was the Iron Goddess of Mercy that could not be broken by smashing or melted by refining. Haha, this Sakyamuni
Ni was also recast later..."
Chen Chang nodded while listening, and then remembered a couplet he had seen when he entered the main hall: "The image of the iron Buddha is made by the hands of skilled craftsmen, and its benevolent appearance will not be damaged by disasters; the craftsman shapes the shape, transports the samadhi, and appreciates the world."
Artistic skill."
At this time, I heard Cai Daye say that the Iron Goddess of Mercy will not break when smashed, and will not melt when refined, which is very consistent.
I wonder if when he returns to Jiankang this time, he can go through hardships like Tieguanyin and turn disaster into good fortune, and will be immortal.
Ning Jingrong, dressed in men's clothing, stood beside Chen Chang, lowering his eyebrows and biting his red lips, seeming to be lost in thought.
In the main hall, the chanting of Sanskrit chants echoes, and the scent of sandalwood lingers. This artistic conception makes people forget about worldliness and worry.
Chen Chang took a deep breath and felt refreshed.
Hou Andu looked out at the sky, stepped forward and said respectfully: "Your Highness, it's getting late. Look..."
Although there are soldiers from Houliang here, it is not as safe as in the post house. It is better to go back early.
Chen Chang turned his head, touched his nose, and said, "Sir Sikong, I am feeling a little better. Could you please help the masters eat some vegetarian food?"
Hou Andu said: "Your Highness, the monks in the temple are diligent and thrifty. They fast every day. Except for one meal at noon, they mostly eat porridge with aged pickles. I am afraid that Your Highness will not be used to it."
In the past, Emperor Wu of the Liang Dynasty summoned all monks to swear an oath to abstain from wine and meat forever, and issued a decree to announce that any violator would be severely punished.
Due to the top-down promotion, coupled with the fact that the monasteries farmed their own food, and the vast manors provided sources of vegetarian food, this reform achieved great results, and vegetarian food became popular in Buddhism.
Chen Chang said: "Sir Sikong, there will be a day when you will get tired of all the delicacies of mountains and seas. How about making the Temple of the Five Internal Organs clean and pure? What do you think?"
Hou Andu looked embarrassed: "This..."
He was extremely unhappy, but he couldn't show it to Cai Daye, a foreign minister, so he had to agree.
Chen Chang didn't wait for his answer and asked Cai Daye: "Master Cai, this temporary motion has caused you trouble."
Cai Daye said hurriedly: "Your Highness, where is this? It is a blessing for Tiefo Temple to have dinner here."
The white-browed old monk on the side, whose Buddhist name is Xuyun, is the abbot of the temple. He announced the Buddha's name and said: "What Mr. Cai said is absolutely true. If His Highness does not mind that the food in the temple is poor, the poor monk will make arrangements for it."
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"Thank you, Master!"
Cai Daye gave a few instructions to the old monk who presided over the meal, and the old monk ordered someone to call the person who was in charge of all the offerings for the public to eat porridge, and asked him to carefully prepare the meal.
Monk Dianzuo agreed and went to instruct the rice, vegetables, fire and water to prepare quickly.
Hou Andu called Liu Ming and Zhou Hong to his side and told them to take strict precautions.
Not long after, the sound of the cloud board sounded, and all the monks put on their clothes and filed into the Five Views Hall. They sat down in order and sang the "Offering Stanza" together to make offerings to all the Buddhas in the ten directions and three generations. They also reminded themselves again that they should not forget to seek the Buddha's way from above and transform all living beings from below.
, we must follow the sages and sages.
"The three virtues and six flavors are offered to the Buddha and the monks... When eating, we should wish all living beings to eat with the joy of Zen and be filled with the joy of Dharma..."
Chen Chang Yongzhai's room is clean and elegant, with only him, Ning Jingrong and Zhou Hong in it.
Since the last assassination in Wutouyi, Zhou Hong has almost never left his side.
Nowadays, Houliang has gone through war and is in need of reconstruction. Even this temple is not rich, and the vegetarian meals are quite simple, including Hu cakes, steamed cakes, white porridge, and several plain dishes.
Chen Chang and others knelt on the floor. He looked at the light vegetarian meal, touched his nose, and said to Ning Jingrong beside him: "I am afraid you will be wronged if I let you follow Gu today."
Ning Jingrong smiled sweetly but said nothing.
Chen Chang was in a rare good mood. He picked up a piece of Hu pancake with chopsticks and took a bite: "Try it, it tastes different from the outside.
"Really?" Ning Jingrong's eyes were filled with joy. She reached forward with her neck, tore off a small piece of Hu Pancake, took a small bite delicately, and tasted it carefully.
Chen Chang looked at her delicate eating face, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
When Ning Jingrong saw him staring at her, she turned her head slightly to the side and glanced at the light wisp of cooking smoke outside the back window, her dark eyes filled with countless undercurrents.
Less than fifty steps away from the back of the house is the temple kitchen, where smoke is curling up and the smell of fireworks is very strong.
Two monks, one tall and one short, were whispering something in the smoke-filled kitchen...
……
In the manor, the river is surrounded by twists and turns, and the bluestones on the banks are stained with water.
The abundant spring water reflects the white walls, black tiles, small bridges, and a huge camphor tree, with many twists and turns, pavilions like canopies, and lush greenery. Although the ancient camphor tree is covered with moss, it cannot cover the vicissitudes of time.
One side of the tree was burned by fire and struck by lightning, and then branches miraculously sprouted out, leaning against its back, creating the interesting scene of "a grandfather carrying his grandson on his back."
Jiao Zi was tall and tall, with his back against the red railing. The sun was shining brightly at this time, burning his body without any scruples. However, he had no intention of avoiding it at all, and just stood on the edge of the river.
Zhang Fang and Zhao Ji stood with hands clasped more than twenty steps away, sweat dripping down their temples. There was a cool shade of trees to their left, but their feet seemed to have taken root, and they stood there.
Standing motionless.
Zhang Fang calculated that Young Master Jiao Zi had been standing there for more than half an hour without changing his posture.
In recent years, Jiao Zi has done a lot of things without telling his adoptive father, but killing Liang Yu on his own initiative and secretly ordering the assassination of Chen Chang are undoubtedly the two biggest ones. If a comparison must be made, the latter is even more important.
Very.
Jiao Zi has a violent personality, and there are only two people in the world who can make him surrender. One is Changshan King Gaoyan, and the other is his adoptive father.
The decision to assassinate Chen Chang was made after several struggles for him. Even after the order was issued and all the men were sent out, he was still struggling fiercely in his heart, so much so that he was exposed to the scorching sun.
He felt like all the blood in his body was burning.
With the clear water of the river in front of him, he was waiting, waiting for the exciting news to come.
Until then, he can jump into the river, let the cold river water quickly cover his head, let all the sounds disappear in an instant, and let the huge joy gush out from his heart...
The risk of assassinating Chen Chang is obviously there and very high, but he knows better what a successful assassination means to him.
When he gave that order, he had no way out.
Although his adoptive father is old, he is in good health. He cannot live in his shadow forever.
"Father, you can't blame me!"
Jiao Zi looked at the shadow in the river and suddenly punched the red railing behind him. A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and he said slowly: "Father, I have followed you since I was a child. All my abilities are...
You taught me. But now that you are old and your courage has become smaller, I don’t know how many opportunities have been missed. We could have done more earth-shattering things."
"Eleven years ago, Emperor Shizong Wenxiang went to Yecheng and secretly discussed with his confidants about receiving Zen. If you hadn't suggested that Shizong send out most of his guards in order to prevent the secrets from being leaked, how could you have allowed his chef Lan Jing to seize this
Opportunity, waiting for the opportunity to strike and hack Sejong to death?"
"I won't talk about the distant ones. Let's just say that eight years ago, that is, the third year of Tianbao, our troops from the Northern Qi Dynasty arrived south of the Yangtze River, and then they came to Jiankang City twice. If you hadn't been cautious, many sources confirmed that it was delayed.
How could our Northern Qi army be repulsed by Chen Baxian and end up with the Yangtze River as our boundary with the Chen Dynasty?"
"Father, you are old, really old..."
Just as Jiao Zi was deep in thought, a man dressed up suddenly came over in a hurry. Hearing the footsteps, Jiao Zi turned around suddenly, and without waiting for the man to speak, he asked: "But they have already entered the nest?"
The man nodded slightly.
Jiao Zi let out a long breath, and his tense face gradually relaxed. The manor here is less than forty miles away from Tiefo Temple, but six teams of fast horses were arranged to report the news.
The man took a step forward, approached Jiao Zi's ear and whispered: "Young Master, they are having a meal at this time. After this meal, they..."
Jiao Zi let out a soft sigh. For some reason, his nervousness was gone now. He only felt extremely tired, and even wanted to lie down on the spot.
The man continued in a low voice: "This time we have three people inside, and sixty-eight people outside, all with strong bows and crossbows. Most of these people are mountain bandits and water bandits, roosters and dogs, and they are not capable.
Even though you are small, you are also very courageous."
"Among the ten, there are seven or eight who carry human lives on their bodies. Once caught by the government, they will die. So Your Highness, there is no need to worry that they will rebel..."
Jiao Zi rolled his eyes a few times and felt a little uneasy in his heart. Speaking of which, he has treated these people well over the years, feeding them well and giving them a new identity.
Naturally, I am grateful to him as my master.
Although he recruited these people, no one has seen his true appearance or knows his identity. Everything was done by this confidant in front of him.
However, for the sake of safety, he did not let this confidant directly participate in the operation, but let him direct it from behind the scenes.
What he worried about was that although these dead soldiers were all desperadoes, and the assassination might catch them by surprise, but in a head-on confrontation, they wouldn't be able to get much advantage in front of the well-trained soldiers.
Seeing Jiao Zi's expression gloomy and uncertain, the confidant hurriedly lowered his head. After a while, he heard the young master cough slightly, then raised his head, just in time to see two fierce gleams in Jiao Zi's eyes, and then
Then he heard the order given to him by the young master.
"After everything is done, no, whether it is success or failure, these people will..."
Jiao Zi raised his palm into a knife, raised it gently in front of his neck, and then slashed hard to the right...
This chapter has been completed!