Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

The guards lifted the curtain.

There was no sound in the tent, only a few guards guarded the corner.

Yaoying stepped into the high platform under the sign of Yuanjue, her eyes fell on the Tamaraga who was sitting on the treasure couch, and she was slightly startled.

Tamara Gha is wearing a crimson robe, holding a treasure in her hand, and wearing a crown of gold leaves on her head, inlaid with lapis lazuli, amber, and agate. It is dazzling, elegant and luxurious.

Yaoying looked at him wearing the royal crown for the first time, and she felt a strange feeling in her heart, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

Tamara Gha called Prajna.

When Prajna saw Yaoying, her eyes widened, and she led her to the corner behind the tent beside the treasure couch.

Yaoying promised, while frequently turning around to look at Tamaraga, he just raised his eyes to look at her, dressed in a radiant, graceful and solemn body.

Looking towards her, Yaoying felt a guilty conscience inexplicably, and hurriedly retracted into the tent.

"Whose seat is this?"

She asked Prajna.

Prajna had a complex expression on his face and said, "It used to be the seat of the little princesses and little princes. The princess is sitting here. Before the ceremony is over, don't get up and walk around. It's not good to be seen."

This is to treat Yaoying as an active child.

Yaoying laughed and sat cross-legged.

...

The drapery shook slightly, and she couldn't see her peeking through her head.

Tamara Gia looked at Yaoying's direction, and after a while, she withdrew her gaze and flicked the treasure with her finger.

With a bang, the guards in front of the palace raised the flags in turn, extending from the high platform and the long steps to the understage, converging into several giant dragons, and the court suddenly became quiet.

In the martial arts arena, the bells and drums rang together, and the five-army knights of different costumes rode on horses to form a battlefield. Under the leadership of Bi Suo and Mopydo in a mighty armor, they galloped into the arena with great momentum.

The whole earth seemed to tremble.

Yaoying sat behind the tent, condescendingly, and could see other embassies from various countries. Everyone looked intently at the five-army knights below the stage.

The knights of the Five Armies are in order, with strict military appearances. After the performances of riding and shooting, charging, sweeping, and siege, the missions of various countries have a solemn expression, and a few small tribal envoys quietly wiped their sweat.

When Bi Suo and Mopido led the knights to retreat, everyone quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The drums stopped, and the Qiuci musicians played cheerful music. The princes and nobles, embassies from various countries, and common people in fresh clothes lined up to present birthday gifts to the main hall, treasures and treasures, gold, silver, pearls and jade, piled with gold plate.

When it was the turn of the Kingdom of Viramara to offer a gift, the noisy people in the field suddenly calmed down, and countless eyes fell on the Princess Manda who was surrounded by a group of costumed dancers.

The dancers began to dance, making various gestures of praying to the gods, and Princess Manda came out more and more, stepping forward slowly, with a graceful posture and natural charm.

She has a red dot on her forehead. She wears a scarf on her head. She wears a tight-fitting dress embroidered with pearls, gems, and lotus patterns. The skirt is complex and gorgeous. She is covered with a transparent tulle that outlines the exquisite lines and is tied around the waist. Encrusted with precious stones, he wore dozens of gold bracelets on his wrists and bare ankles, and played with music, his hands twisted like petals, his legs bent, and he slowly bowed to Tamaraga.

It hasn't danced yet, it's already full of styles.

In an instant, the wind blowing on the face became soft and charming.

Everyone present could not help holding their breath.

In the silence, Yaoying heard the sound of Prajna grinding her teeth.

"The people of Piramala are really shameless!" he said angrily.

The people of the Piramalas regard dance as a way of communicating with the gods. Whenever there is a sacrifice or celebration, there is a dance to the gods. Dance is more like a religious ritual. The royal court officer could not refuse.

I heard that Princess Manda has been learning to dance in a temple since she was a child. Her dance is classical and beautiful, and full of temptation. It can arouse the desire of men | Hope, she dances in the name of worshipping the gods.

Prajna looked at Princess Manda, his face turned blue.

Yaoying did not laugh so as not to add fuel to the fire.

In the audience, Princess Manda has danced to the music, her waist twisted, her hand postures are ever-changing, and the golden hairs on her wrists and feet jingle with the rhythm, the wind returns to the snow, the luan returns to the phoenix 翥, and the pearl yin. Hyun turns to the stars and shakes, and the flowers and vines fight against the dragons and snakes.

Elegant and charming, extremely charming.

Everyone was fascinated, and several men stood up blankly, craned their necks, wishing they could not get closer to take a closer look.

Yaoying was physically weak when she was young, and the genius suggested that she learn to dance and strengthen her body. She followed Hu Nv to learn fitness dance and soft dance, and she was also fascinated by it.

At the end of the song, the music suddenly became slow, Princess Manda's eyes waved, slowly taking off the veil, Linglong jade feet stepped on the Persian red carpet, and moved to the main hall step by step.

Behind the tent, Yaoying can’t help but admire: No wonder it’s said that Princess Manda’s dance skills are superb, her dance is dexterous and elegant, both rigid and soft, full of vitality, and there is an unspeakable noble and graceful religious meaning, holiness and charm. All in one, almost breathtaking.

Princess Manda has moved to the main hall.

Tamara Gha never watched singing and dancing. The kingdom of Viramara could only let her dance on the grounds of worshipping the gods. She knew that the opportunity was rare and used all her strengths. The dancing posture was sometimes light and bright, and the body under the tulle was looming. Rich and gorgeous.

Princess Manda danced to the bed of Tamaraga, her dancing posture became more and more graceful. When she leaned over, her legs spread slightly, the tulle faded, her skin glowed with honey, the temptation meant to come out, and the felt tent faintly flowed. With Miyan's lust|desire.

Prajna's face slowly turned purple.

Yaoying leaned in front of the tent, her eyes followed closely behind the dazzling princess Manda like a blooming flower. Tamara Gha looked over.

He looked at her blankly.

Yaoying felt a sense of guilty conscience again in her heart, and she drew back in a daze, and closed the curtain.

For him, the current situation must be embarrassing, and she shouldn't watch the excitement so enthusiastically.

The music continued outside the tent, and Princess Manda's watery gray-green eyes looked at Tamaraga, and her heart sank when she realized that he was not looking at him at all.

Can this monk really cut off passion|desire?

She danced superbly, spinning rapidly while observing Tamaraga carefully, and found that he occasionally glanced at the curtain next to the treasure couch, twisted his waist slightly, and approached the curtain.

Tamara Gya wrinkled his brows lightly.

Princess Manda rolled her eyes, leaned forward, and wiped away the curtain with her long fingers.

Behind the curtain, Yaoying reacted quickly and pushed Prajna out.

Princess Manda saw his angry face with distorted features, startled, and moved away suspiciously.

Prajna jumped his feet with anger, closed the curtains, and leaned close to Tamaraga: "Wang, I'm going to let the musician stop playing!"

Tamara Gaja said indifferently: "Since it is a gift from another country, let them finish."

Prajna gritted his teeth should be.

The song is over.

Princess Manda leaned over to salute, charming and graceful.

Tamara Gha looked at her.

There was silence on and off the stage.

Everyone looked at the direction of the high platform.

In the silence, Tamaraga flicked his fingers.

Prajna immediately raised his voice and sang: "Next!"

There was a commotion in the audience, as if a stone fell into the water, the ripples were shaken, and the voice of discussion passed out in circles.

Princess Manda stiffened, shock, incomprehension, and humiliation flashed across her face, she stood up and left in the urging sound of prajna.

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In the felt tent, Yaoying stopped when she heard the music outside, and quietly opened a thin slit to look out.

Princess Manda's back was still light when she left.

Tamara Gha turned her head and glanced at Yaoying.

Yaoying held the tent with both hands, only half of her face was exposed, and she smiled at him, knowing that he would not be confused by Princess Manda's Heavenly Demon Dance.

Her eyes were clear, in addition to admiration and admiration, she also expressed a bit of sorry for causing him trouble.

Tamaraga withdrew his sight.

...

Next, countries continue to present birthday gifts.

When it was Yaoying's turn, Yuanjue came over and called her. She tiptoed out and got out the felt tent from the other end of the long step. Bi Suo and Mo Pido changed their armors, and they were climbing up the stairs, and they paused when they saw her coming out of the main hall.

Before Yaoying had time to say hello to Bi Suo, she hurriedly walked off the platform from the other side.

Prajna loudly sang the title of Yaoying.

In an instant, the sound of music and speech stopped, and even the sound of hunting wind quietly escaped.

Yaoying did not enter the hall, and stood in the snow below the stage, facing countless lines of curiosity or vigilance or disgust or contempt, smiled slightly, looked around, her eyes flowed, like autumn water.

There was still silence on and off the court.

Yaoying motioned to the court official of Wang Ting to come forward and said: "I want to present a gift to the Buddha, please come and watch the princesses."

The ceremonial officer looked at her with a look of horror, and saw a smile in her eyes. Knowing that she was not joking, he sent someone to tell the other princesses.

The princesses were shocked and suspicious that Yaoying was going to do bad things, but they would be underestimated if they refused to go public, and they also wanted to get closer to see what Yaoying would do. They looked at each other, thinking that they were so many and powerful. , Snorted coldly, and walked out of the felt tent.

Soon, the seats of princesses from various countries moved to the audience.

There was an uproar in the field.

On the stage, Bi Suo frowned, "Wen Zhao Gong and all the princesses are going to watch her gift?"

Prajna gritted his teeth, hating iron and steel, and said: "I thought Princess Wen Zhao could be calm, but I didn't expect that she would be jealous!"

Yuanjue was trembling, looking around, "The princess can't beat people? Shall we stop the princess?"

Only Mobydo stared at Yaoying in the audience, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Princess Wen Zhao challenged all the princesses generously, why not?"

Bi Suo looked at Tamaraga.

Tamara Gya wrinkled his brows slightly, looked at Yaoying in the audience, and nodded at him.

Bi Suo understood and hurriedly stepped off the platform.

In the ice and snow, Yaoying was dressed in a narrow-sleeved robe, with two guards standing behind her, glancing at the other princesses in front of the stage.

The princesses of different countries have different expressions, staring at her without blinking, waiting to see what gifts she will offer.

A princess whispered: "Could it be that she wants to dance too?"

Others sneered: "Princess Manda's devil dance can't impress the Buddha, is her dance better than Princess Manda?"

Amidst the discussion, Bi Suo stood in the corner, looking at Yaoying.

Yaoying calmly clapped her hands.

The soldier held a copper kettle with a curved neck. She opened the stopper of the copper kettle, took out a small bottle, and slowly poured the boiling water from the bottle into the copper kettle, pinched a lotus hand position with both hands, and muttered in her mouth.

After a while, wisps of five-colored clouds emerged from the mouth of the pot, spreading, and the sunlight shone, Yuyu dazzled the eyes.

Standing on the snow, Yaoying is slender and graceful, surrounded by clouds, like a goddess in a fairyland on a mural.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and they couldn't hide the awe-inspiring expression as they tried their best to conceal them.

Yaoying pointed to the five-colored cloud and said loudly: "I saw a towering tree in my dream, full of golden flowers, solemn and beautiful. Today, my birthday gift to the Buddha is exactly what I dreamed of. See the golden flower."

Everyone looked at her, then at the empty ice and snow, with a suspicious look.

Someone laughed loudly: "Where is the flower in this season when no grass grows?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yaoying gently waved her sleeves, and in the colorful clouds and fog, the shadow of a big tree appeared faintly. As the clouds and fog gathered and surged, the outline of the big tree became clearer and clearer, suddenly in the snow. A piece of green space appeared, and a big tree rose from the ground, with lush branches and leaves. After a while, dense flower bones began to appear on the tree, and each flower was brilliant golden.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and couldn't help standing up.

In the snow, the trees are full of golden flowers blooming, the brilliance is shimmering, solemn, holy, gorgeous, dreamlike, and beautiful.

There seemed to be music coming from the hazy, melodious, like fairy sound.

There was silence on and off the stage.

Thousands of golden flowers bloomed in the clouds and stamens, showing no signs of withering.

After a long while, on the high platform, someone with tears in their eyes shouted excitedly: "Utampala flower! It is Utampala flower!"

"It takes only three thousand years for Utambula to appear, and the tree is full of golden flowers when it blooms. That is the Utanbula flower mentioned in the "Buddha-like Muddy Sutra"!"

"Buddha has immeasurable merits, and the gods and Buddha entrusted dreams to the Han women to make Utambula flower on the Buddha's birthday!"

Everyone has heard of the legend of the Utambula flower. The believers were convinced of the dream of the gods and buddhas, and suddenly realized, with a fanatical expression on their faces, they knelt down, put their hands together, and worshipped in the direction of Tamaraga.

Congratulations ring through the sky.

The embassies of various countries were all dumbfounded and shocked, almost bursting into their eyes.

Bi Suo in the corner looked at Yaoying in the mist with a shocked expression.

Yaoying didn't move, the clouds began to dissipate, and the outline of the big tree gradually blurred.

The envoy of Viramura, who had recovered, saw that the atmosphere in the audience was driven by Yaoying, and his heart was stunned, and he shouted at the sky: "The flowers are gone!"

Everyone looked hurriedly in the sky, Jinhua became gloomy. They looked at each other with an anxious look.

Yaoying didn't panic, stretched out her hand and grabbed it in the air.

The clouds and mists dissipated, the music disappeared, and the ground was still covered with thick white snow, without big trees or flowers.

Everyone looked upset and looked at Yaoying together, hoping that she could ask for a miracle again.

Yaoying slowly opened her hands, golden light floated in her palms.

Everyone cried out in surprise: She held a cluster of golden flowers in full bloom in her hands!

Everything just now is not an illusion, the Utambula flower is really present!

"Utambula flowers come to the world again, the king's court will surely be stable and prosperous for a long time!"

One person yelled these words out loud, and the others responded with a loud voice.

Prajna couldn't believe it, surprised and delighted, and when everyone calmed down, he rushed off the stage with a smile on his face, carefully took the gold flower in Yaoying's hand, placed it on the gold plate, and presented it to the Tamaraga case.

In the audience, the princesses from all over the world relaxed and looked at each other.

When they lost, Princess Wen Zhao was enlightened by the gods and Buddhas in her dream, and she also presented the Utambula flowers to the Buddha. What did they compare to her?

Yaoying offered golden flowers and didn't leave immediately, and glanced at the princesses with a smile.

The princesses burst into their hearts, their hair standing upright, and an ominous premonition passed through their hearts.

...

The ceremony is over.

The people were still immersed in the surprise of the Utambula flower, laughing and laughing everywhere.

Back in the cart at the Wangsi Temple, Prajna respectfully held the gold plate with a smile on his face.

Tamara Gya glanced at the golden flower in the plate, with a calm expression.

There was a rush of horseshoes outside the curtain, Yuanjue reined in the car window, arching his hands and said: "Wang, after the ceremony, Princess Wen Zhao did not immediately return to the Wang Temple."

Tamaraga raised his eyes: "Where did you go?"

Fate felt hesitated for a while, and said: "The princess...the princess left behind other princesses, as if she wanted to compete with them, General Ashina accompanied the princess... the other little ones could not hear clearly..."

Tamaraga frowned slightly, "You follow along and watch."

The predestined feeling should be, the horse turned around.

Tamara Gha returned to the Wang Temple. The monks in the temple had already heard of the miracles at the ceremony and rushed over to watch the Utambula flower.

He ordered the Prajna to put away the golden flower, took off the crown, returned to the meditation room, held the pearl in his hand, closed his eyes and meditated.

Half an hour later, the sky was getting darker, and a guard returned to his life.

"Wang! Princess Wen Zhao and princesses from different countries are facing off outside the city."

"Princess Wen Zhao said that she really admired the king, was punished by gods and Buddha in her dream, and suffered from fire, wood beating, and flooding. Life is better than death, but she still has a sincere heart for the king. Princesses from all countries want to stay like her. Must experience the same punishment as her."

"Princess Wen Zhao's personal soldiers left the altar outside the city, and the altar was raging. The princess said that whoever dares to pass through the fire is qualified to say admiration for the king. The people heard that they all ran to watch the excitement."

"The princesses of other countries tried to throw a scarf into the altar. The scarf burned into a puff of black smoke. The princesses were afraid to step forward."

Speaking of this, the tone of the guard kneeling outside the Zen room suddenly rose.

"Under everyone's eyes, Princess Wen Zhao has stepped into the altar of fire!"

"The princess's clothes burned immediately, and some of the princesses started crying..."

The Zen room was quiet for a moment.

The next moment, there was a harsh sound of rubbing of Buddhist beads, and Tamaraga opened his eyes.

...

The dusk is deep and the sky is full of sunset clouds.

A carriage drove to the door of Wangsijiao.

Bi Suo and Yaoying jumped out of the carriage one after another. Yuanjue followed off their horses. The three of them talked and laughed. They stepped into the Wangsi Temple. They had just crossed the promenade. A few guards rushed forward to see Yaoying. Nothing. Said, stopped in front of her.

"Wang summons the princess."

Bi Suo said: "Wait, you guys will go back and change clothes."

The guard was unkind, and said: "Please forgive the princess for her little rudeness, the king ordered, no matter what the princess is doing, we must take the princess to the Zen room immediately, and we can't delay it for a moment."

Bi Suo frowned slightly.

Yaoying thought for a while, and said: "It's okay, the Master is looking for me, there must be something important."

After speaking, he glanced at Bi Suo's cloak, "Lend me the general's cloak."

Bi Suo took off the cloak and handed it to her, she took it, put it on her body, and followed the guards to the meditation room.

Candles have been lit in the Zen room, the guards lifted the felt curtains, and brought a gust of breeze. The swaying candlelight shone on the face of Tamaraga sitting on the futon, like those blue eyes that were always sad and unhappy. There are ripples.

"Mage?"

Yaoying walked in and asked softly.

Tamara Gha raised her eyes and glanced across the cloak on her body, "Untie it."

The tone is light, without a trace of emotion.

Yaoying was taken aback, holding the cloak in her hand.

Tamaraga frowned slightly, and nodded his chin towards the futon beside him.

Yaoying walked over, sat on the futon, looked up at him.

He looked down at her, his eyes dignified, "Untie."

The tone revealed an unusual harshness.

Yaoying knew that he might know about the fire altar, so she lowered her head to untie her cloak. The warm yellow candlelight reflected on her, illuminating her clothes. The narrow-sleeved robe was in tatters, and the hem of the sleeves had been burnt black.

Tamaraga looked at her, and the guard's words rang in her ears.

Princess Wen Zhao stepped into the altar of fire!

The clothes are burning, how about people?

How can ordinary fleshy fetuses withstand the burning of fire?

He looked down at her, his eyes deep.

The gaze that fell on her body seemed to have turned into a real thing, with great strength, cutting Yaoying inch by inch, her heart throbbed, and her palms slowly swelled with cold sweat.

"Mage?" She bit her head and called him.

Tamara Gha is silent.

Yaoying choked. Just when she was about to sweat all over, Tamara Gya looked down, "Extend your hand."

The tone returned to his usual gentleness.

Yaoying breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out her hand.

Tamara Gha glanced at her charred cuffs, rolled up the charred part, and squeezed out **** to check her pulse with gentle movements.

"Is it burning?"

He asked suddenly.

Yaoying shook her head: "The mage can rest assured that the fire altar was personally arranged by my own soldiers. When they were in Chang'an, they used to walk around the rivers and lakes. They used this method to bluff people and look scary. In fact, they were all delusions and would not hurt at all. People. Today I deliberately wore clothes made of this special cloth, and my hair was tied up. These burning places..."

She raised the other sleeve and shook it at Tamaraga.

"There are only a few specially made dragon cloths that are useless, so they will burn when exposed to fire, but they won't be damaged."

She smiled slyly.

"There has to be a flame to scare away other princesses."

Before, when she pressed Zhu Luyun into questioning, she deliberately attracted spies from princesses from various countries and released rumors, making the princesses fearful. Today, she first performed illusions to confuse people, and then convinced everyone with Utambula flowers, so that the princesses would be suspicious of what she had been punished by the gods and Buddhas in her dream. Finally, she gave up herself to the altar of fire, and the other princesses were so scared that they could not move.

In addition, by offering the Utambula flower, Tamaraga will be more loved by the people, and she hopes to make up for the damage she has brought to his reputation.

Utambula flower is actually a tree species that grows in Tianzhu, because it is recorded in the Buddhist scriptures that it only flourishes when gods and Buddhas are in this world, and with all kinds of far-fetched associations, it will be regarded as a rare spiritual flower in the world. The golden flowers she made by the craftsmen are almost inaccurate, and the Tianzhu people who have seen the real flowers can't tell the truth from the false, and the Wang Ting people can't tell the clue.

Yaoying whispered, speaking lightly, and finally said: "In this way, no one will dare to say imitating the modern girl in the future."

Whoever dares to mention this matter again, the people of Wang Ting will jump out first and ask them to step into the altar to burn.

Yaoying looked at Tamaraga, wrinkled the tip of her nose, and said guiltily: "I have brought a lot of trouble to the mage. I could have told everyone at the ceremony that I was enlightened by the mage. I won't appear in front of the mage again... but Haidu Aling has not lost power. I have worries in my heart, so I can only find another way and use this method to cut off other people's thoughts, and the mage will be completely purified in the future."

Tamara Gha was silent.

Yaoying's voice lowered a little, and then said: "Please don't worry, the mage, at the end of the year, no matter what the situation is, I will definitely leave the holy city."

Tamara Gha remained silent.

Yaoying thought that he might not want to discuss the modern girl, so she stopped talking.

After a while, Tamaraga retracted his finger.

Her pulse is steady.

Yaoying retracted her hand and put down her sleeves.

Tan Moroga looked up at her, was silent for a long time, and asked, "Did you have been punished by gods and Buddhas in your dreams?"

Yaoying was startled, and shook her head: "No, those words are to scare other princesses. I didn't dream of gods and Buddhas."

Tamara Khan said, "Princess, don't say this kind of slander in the future."

Yaoying nodded, a little embarrassed, "I made the Master laugh. I will copy a few volumes of sutra tomorrow and ask the Buddha for sin."

In front of his monk, she told too many lies, and he definitely didn't agree with it in his heart.

Tamaraga saw her uncomfortable, and looked away, staring at the trembling candlelight.

He is not accusing her.

She was not allowed to say this kind of flattery because... he would take it seriously.

The candlelight was shaking.

His heart shook as well.

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"Zhuying dazzle turns to the stars and shakes, and the flowers and vines fight against the dragons and snakes." Quoting ancient poems.

The illusion (magic) performed by Xiaoqi refers to Pu Songling’s "Cold Moon Lotus" and some ancient illusion stories.

The legend of Utambula flower is quoted from Buddhist scriptures.

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Question: Why do you perform illusion? Still scaring people with fire?

Yaoying: Because only magic can be defeated.

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I am still trying to write the article, and there are many areas that need improvement. I have taken every suggestion seriously, but the slow feelings are really not deliberately trying to lose my appetite. When I decided to write a monk hero, I expected the feelings in my heart. The rhythm is almost like this.

Luo Jia is a monk. He broke the precept of killing for the ideal in his heart. He chose a different path, but he is still a monk and a monarch. It is impossible for him to immediately abandon his belief in responsibility and a foreign woman who is destined to leave. Double-stays and amphibians.

Since he couldn't let go of his belief in responsibility, he wouldn't express his feelings, nor would he take the initiative to get close, because that would only harm Yaoying.

Don’t look at it from the perspective of modern people and the perspective of God. These people like Bi Suo never thought that Luo Jia would return to the vulgarity. They guarded against Xiao Qi, because they were afraid that Luo Jia would go into trouble or break the precept.

In the book, so far, no one thought that Luo Jia would return to the secular life, including Luo Jia himself.

Then Xiao Qi already felt ashamed of Luo Jia, and would not think of Luo Jia's love for her.

If you feel that your relationship progresses slowly, you can try to fatten up and pick the parts you are interested in. Don't look uncomfortable. Pursuing articles is for happiness.