"Your boy is really crazy." Zhang Lanzhi scolded in her heart.


    In order to sit in a chair, Wang xuance did not hesitate to isolate his colleagues and consciously intensified the contradictions of a group of people. But looking at the proud look on the boy''s face, even if he provoked a war, this guy didn''t hesitate to sit in a chair.


    "Your heart is really wild." before leaving, Zhang Lanzhi said such a sentence to him.


    "My mind is very clear," said Wang xuance disapprovingly. "Datang is now in the midst of great changes. What we want to build is an unprecedented prosperous era, we need to break free from the shackles and shackles. If you don''t have the courage, you can honestly stay in the hinterland of Datang and be an official of the state capital. Every day in your life is basically the same."


    At this time, Wang xuance said, "I''m different. I want to see the highest mountain and capture the most beautiful scenery." Zhang Lanzhi ran away.


    This bastard is not the "dangerous wall" of "a gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall", but a volcano, an active volcano that will erupt at any time.


    The statue of Buddha is three feet high and stands in broad daylight. The people standing at the foot of the Buddha look so small. The Buddha''s eyes looked at all sentient beings mercifully, with some pity and some reluctance.


    Believers bathe the Buddha with willow branches stained with water, and the water bathed in the Buddha will flow down the Buddha''s huge body.


    Master Youyan folded his hands and looked proud when Tang Hao arrived. Today is the last day of the Dharma meeting. Tomorrow, the Buddha statue will be covered by a curtain and waiting for the construction of the temple.


    As master Youyan entered the deepest place of the temple, Zhikong, who returned from Tianzhu, dressed in a simple and clean monk''s robe, sat on a futon and smiled at Tang Hao.


    Zhikong is still the two strange people behind him. The peacock king is sitting on the frosted bluestone floor, with magnificent flower tattoos on his hairy legs.


    "Don''t be surprised, general Tang. He is an ascetic monk. The sky is the tent, the status bed, and the stars are the decoration of the room. You can take green mountains into your arms without pushing the window. Drinking a sip of water is the reason, and eating a meal is desire. Every plant and tree without taking time is great freedom, which is the envy of the poor monk."


    Zhikong''s eyes are full of warmth. He can''t see trouble or a trace of sadness. The whole person sits there like a Buddha, even more like a Buddha than the Buddha.


    This trip to Tianzhu is a practice for Zhikong, Tang Hao thought. The effect must be better than those Buddhist scriptures.


    Tang Hao even thought that as long as Zhikong went to Tianzhu, he had completed his practice. There was no need to bring back some tree leaves.


    "Master, practice belongs to practice. What do you do when you come back with some toils and three disgusting things? Don''t you think the belief in the Central Plains is not chaotic enough?" Tang Hao said.


    Zhikong''s expression was very relieved: "You''re not me. How can you know my joy? Lao Shizi in your eyes is a wonderful sound to me. All the things you hate are great and virtuous monks who have achieved merit and virtue. I heard that you have fallen into the world of mortals, lost your spiritual roots and created boundless evils. I can see the evil ties all over you. If you don''t give up, you can always cross the red lotus river with me when I go to the mountain to practice A view of the shore. "


    "Master, you don''t know the bliss of the world of mortals at all. Why don''t I take you to pingkang, roll in the world of mortals, taste the red and soft taste of the world of mortals, and then talk about the blissful world of Buddhism?"


    Tang Hao always speaks simply and directly.


    At this time, there was no change in the expression on Zhikong''s face. Tang Hao said such almost blasphemous words. Zhikong didn''t even change the expression in his eyes. He still looked at Tang Hao with compassion as before.


    It''s like seeing a person who can run to enjoy a full table of delicacies, but chew the roots of weeds and trees.


    "They all talk about Du Hua and conversion. If the poor monk can spend the general in Le Fang, what if his smelly skin bag is stained. The brothel is the intersection of human misery. My Buddha is merciful. Why don''t we go to Baoyue tower tomorrow?"


    Tang Hao was speechless. Monk Zhikong had long regarded everyone and all places as the same people and places as him. There was no difference between the brothel music workshop and his meditation room, and the women in the music workshop were no different from Tang Hao.


    Tang Hao took out a book from his arms and handed it to Tang Hao. He continued, "the past causes have borne the fruits of today. This book, the travel chronicle of the western regions, was written down on my way home, recording the 56 countries of the western regions along the way."


    "Master Zhikong, your cause and effect knot is a little big. I need your" journey to the western regions "just to make it easier for the Tang Dynasty to attack these 56 countries. Now the army of the Tang Dynasty is waiting for Dan. Once you have your" journey to the western regions "to lead the way, the whole Tang army will sweep all over the western regions like locusts. So, master, I find it more appropriate for us to be the devil king of hell together."


    Zhikong recited the Buddha''s name. Instead of getting angry, he smiled and said, "it should be my sin. The poor monk will bear it."


    Maybe it''s like this to become an expert. Even if there is a huge noise outside the window, it won''t make it move at all.