Tang Hao looked at the blue orange, only the size of a baby''s fist, sighed and said, "master, don''t try again. Tang Hao has two wishes to come here, one is to accompany his family to incense, and the other is to chart the sea. Daming Temple has a treasure, and all people will come to covet it. Once it attracts the attention of the imperial court, it''s difficult for Daming Temple to be alone."


    Tang Hao can''t figure it out. The chart is harmful to Daming Temple. Why do you want to guard this pile of useless waste. The black faced monk smiled without saying anything, but this time he didn''t deny the chart. He just took some sour oranges to warn Tang Hao that he would turn his teeth if he wanted to eat Daming Temple.


    Seeing that Tang Hao already knew, he was more calm. Although they were outsiders, they knew no less about the situation in the court than others. Tang Hao hurried out of Beijing, and the failure of the struggle was a certainty. The black faced monk bet that Tang Hao did not dare to be presumptuous.


    The light green tea is filled in a white porcelain cup with fragrance. The black faced monk picked up the tea and put it on his nose. He sniffed it gently, and his face was full of admiration. After slowly drinking a mouthful of tea and releasing the cup, he arched his hand, but it was an unparalleled wonderful product.


    It''s good to drink three cups of tea. If there''s more, it''s what people call drinking cattle. The servant took the tea set to the spring to wash. Tang Hao said, "since the temple has the idea of crossing the sea to preach Dharma, Tang Hao has nothing to say. But the channel needs to be constantly revised. There is no guarantee that you can cross the sea rashly after only one trip. Since Daming Temple has its own idea, I wish you all the best."


    Tang Hao didn''t understand the meaning of the chart required by Daming Temple. Just now, when he was distributing tea, he suddenly remembered that monk Jianzhen, who crossed the kingdom of Japan to the East, was not from Daming Temple?


    Black faced Sen''s face showed a sense of terror, but Tang Hao''s interest was waning. He didn''t pay so much to conquer the ocean and create a path. Was it just to carry forward the Dharma?


    "General Tang thinks it''s wrong to do this?" the black faced monk asked carefully.


    "Whatever. It''s your wish to spread Buddhism at such a great risk. It''s all respectable. Anyway, if you want to cross the sea, it doesn''t conflict with me. Give me a copy of the chart. In the future, Lingnan Navy will break a new channel. I''ll also keep one for you."


    The black faced monk nodded. This is Tang Hao''s bottom line. If they don''t know each other again, there may be a big army coming.


    Han zhe wanted to ask Tang Hao how he guessed that the monks were going to cross the sea to preach the Dharma. Seeing Tang Hao''s face as gloomy as water, he didn''t ask. When his wife returned to the city after worshipping the Buddha, he whispered, "I didn''t find out where you are smarter than me. Why can you think of what the monk of Daming Temple is thinking? Why can''t I?"


    Tang Hao said mindlessly, "there is no way to measure intelligence. I think intelligence probably refers to knowledge, insight and life experience. I don''t doubt your knowledge, and I don''t doubt your insight. If you lack the experience of dealing with people, take your time. It''s said that the sea is the most moody. When you control the sea, it''s estimated that you can control the people in the world."


    Han zhe didn''t understand. He just thought this sentence was very reasonable. If it was reasonable, he always wanted to understand. This is the stupidity of smart people.


    Changle is very angry. Where is such a waste of people? Many of the women were put on the table by others and led around like animals. They walked a little slower with a whip. Those damn Hu merchants treat people as human beings. Even if they sell slaves, they don''t lift up people''s clothes for everyone to watch.


    "Changle, don''t be angry. That''s how buying and selling slaves is. This is Datang. They have restrained a lot. If it''s more excessive in my hometown," said the western region teacher who accompanied me.


    The chart on the wall is so simple that there are no longitudes or latitudes, only inexplicable patterns. A coconut means there is water, a stick means there are natives over there, and some messy lines mean there is a steady flow.


    The yard was noisy and the sound rang again. Needless to say, Changle came back with her shopping army. Before they came back, many merchants sent countless goods, which are the results of their procurement today.


    Tang Hao put away the charts hanging on the wall and waited for Daming Temple to send them to make a comparison and make a supplement by the way. These things need to be sent to Yizhou to find professionals in the navy to do. Halfway through the meal, the housekeeper said that someone came to the door to apologize.


    Carrying a large group of people with injured legs, that is, those who were shot by the guard, it was dark outside, and I didn''t see whether they came to apologize or to show justice.


    Tang Hao smiled because he had not seen such a little child as Changle pouting for a long time. He took his finger to move her lips, turned out and stood under the hall to see what was going on.


    Two rows of guards stood in the yard Holding Horizontal knives. The servants hung lanterns in the yard and withdrew from the gate. As soon as I opened it, I heard someone sign up outside: "Qiu ningte, the owner of Tianfu, came to the house to beg the general for mercy."