The Great Tang: World Martial God

Occasionally opening a volume, Tang Hao discovered that the engraved on it was actually a star map. If the court took this thing back, maybe Zhao Yanling would be very grateful.

The dog tossed up and down on the tall bookshelf like a monkey, and soon turned the scrolls in a mess. Like Tang Haohao, Han Zhe only checked the sheepskin scrolls.

It may be that this guy has a high-sightedness or didn't understand it, until a black-faced monk walked into the Tibetan Golden Pavilion, he didn't find a chart.

"Immeasurable Buddha. I don't know what the distinguished guest is looking for? Can you tell the old monk, can the old monk help the owner to look for it?" The old monk didn't seem to be angry at all. Compassionate.

"Old monk, we are looking for a chart. Have you seen it? If you see it, give it to us." Gouzi stood on the top of the bookshelf.

"If the benefactor is looking for Buddhist classics, the old monk must follow his fate. But where do you start with the chart? Daming Temple is a place for Buddhists to cultivate the mind, and it is not for those who forget their lives. How easy is it to want a chart?"

"Old monk, don't say these things. My son has been learning how to be a good person recently, so you should help us find out the sea chart, and don't invite disaster for your Daming Temple." Han Zhe dropped a sheepskin scroll and took a picture. He clapped his hands on the dust and said back to the old monk.

"The monks don't slander. The old monk really doesn't know what charts are still in the Buddhist scripture pavilion. Has the donor misunderstood it?" The old monk didn't seem to be angry. Seeing the messy bookshelf being turned over, he didn't get angry, and he answered politely.

"Looking at your age, you should be a figure of the same generation as Taoist monks. You don’t talk secretly in front of the Ming people. Give me a chart and don’t give me a chart. Old monk, you can bear to see Daming Temple ruined. ?"

"If you can’t get what you want, the donor is about to destroy the Daming Temple, and is not afraid that the Buddha will condemn it? Madam is still asking the Fa at the Daming Hall at this time, so the inside and outside are so different, and he asks for the protection of the Buddha, General Tang is not worried The mouth of the world?"

Tang Hao was very embarrassed by the monk’s question. He touched his nose and said, “Believe in the Buddha, so he prays sincerely. Tang Hao is unfortunate, so he acts recklessly. What's more, it’s not reckless. The largest group of pirates in the South China Sea also has a deep connection with Daming Temple. Monk, as the commander of the navy, it is the bounden duty to protect the family and the people. Now, as long as the chart is also for the family’s sake, Otherwise, the army will come."

Han Che looked at Tang Hao strangely, and whispered: "Aren't we going to be pirates? Why are you talking about the court? I know you are shameless, but I didn't expect it to be this way."

The black-faced old monk finally had movement on his calm face and sighed and said: "The poor monk knew this was wrong, and good and evil would naturally be rewarded. Although the monk came from this monastery, he has been expelled from the teacher's door. What you are doing now has nothing to do with the temple, and there is indeed no main chart in the Daming Temple."

Tang Hao walked two steps in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, put down the star map in his hand, and said to the old monk: "Tang Hao really can't do the thing about destroying the temple and the door. You said no. I will believe you for the time being. This time I come here. I also tried my luck. I clearly told you the truth, but you thought I was doing evil. Although my methods are a bit nasty, I know I am not saving you Daming Temple?"

After speaking, he smiled and left the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Han Zhe and Gouzi looked at each other and walked out, leaving only the old monk with a gloomy look. After leaving the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Tang Hao seemed to have forgotten his purpose, and strolled around the temple with Han Zhe and Gouzi talking and laughing.

There is a small pavilion not far away. There is a spring water inside. The water is not big. Powerful water flows out of the cracks in the stones. After overflowing the wellhead, it flows down the cliff along the rock wall. Such good water, I'm sorry if I don't make a pot of tea.

The servants quickly set up the small stove. The dog picked a few dried pine cones, and after a while, a light blue flame emerged from the fire's eyes.

Tang Hao said to Han Zhe: "I heard people say that the spring water in Daming Temple is very suitable for making tea. Let's try it today. It's a pity that there are good water and good tea, and there are no good tea drinkers, which is really a waste." Tang Hao Sit on the opposite side.

"You're doing something anticlimactic, and it makes your teeth cold. Does this water come from the sky? Is there any difference?"

Tang Hao shook his head: ‘I rarely do everything right now. I’m frivolous when I’m young. I think I’m right and others are wrong. I’m slowly thinking that anyone does anything justified. "

As an adult, I have learned to look at problems from the perspective of others, so it is inevitable for mothers-in-laws to have some. The black-faced monk came out from behind the pavilion: "As long as I heard that the general is good at making tea, I don't know if the old monk is lucky enough to ask for a cup of fragrant tea to moisturize the heart."

"Hahaha, I said just now that there is good tea and water, and there is no good tea drinker, so the master will be seated quickly, and the master will not be disappointed."

After the black-faced monk fell into his seat, he took out a few green oranges from his sleeves and placed them on the short table. He folded his hands together: "The mountain temple is cold and there is nothing to serve guests. I just passed by the orange forest and picked a few oranges. Tasting."