After parting ways with Yang Ci, Lu Bu saw that it was still early, so he went back to the Xuanguan to change into his regular clothes and went out of the West Gate. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When he arrived at the outskirts, Lu Bu turned over and rode on Chi Su, and galloped on horseback. Now that the red man has regained his freedom, he is also very happy, spreading his hooves and running happily, the green scenery on both sides is constantly receding, and the wind whistling in his ears makes people's faces hurt.

After galloping about half a pillar of incense, a long courtyard appeared in front of Lu Bu, covering an area of nearly 100 acres, sitting in the north and facing south, with a regular and simple layout style.

The gate of the courtyard is a three-hole stone arc gate, and the font engraved on the door is rounded.

Lu Bu lifted his legs and slid off the horse's back, led Chi Su to the mountain gate, looked at the font on the door, and said softly: "White Horse Temple." ”

"Lu Fengxian, such a coincidence, I met you again."

Not far behind him, a young man with a jade pendant tied around his waist, stepping on rich cloud sail boots, and wearing a light blue silk coat greeted Lu Bu.

Lu Bu looked back, and after seeing the young man's appearance, he also smiled and said, "Prince Huangfu, in this wilderness, you are not afraid of any accidents alone?" ”

This rich son is the Huangfu Jue who helped Lu Bu once not long ago, but this time she didn't bring the scholar Ah Yue, and ran out alone.

"You're here to worship the Buddha too?" Huang Fu Jue walked up to Lu Bu, and his tone revealed a little curiosity.

Buddha?

Lu Bu whispered with a puzzled face, which was obviously an extremely obscure word for him.

"Hey, what's wrong with your face?" Huang Fu Jue, who approached, found that there was a slender crack on the left side of Lu Bu's face, which had formed a dark red scar.

Lu Bu stroked the mane on Chi Su's forehead, and said disapprehantly: "When I was shooting arrows, I was accidentally scratched by a sneak attack by a livestock, but I also slaughtered him." ”

In Huang Fu Jue's opinion, Lu Bu can easily defeat Yang Ting, and his ability will naturally not be bad, that livestock can scratch Lu Bu, at least it must be a fierce beast such as a tiger, jackal, and leopard.

However, Huang Fujue didn't continue to ask, her eyes soon fell on Chi Su beside Lu Bu, and it was difficult to think that the flaming red hair was not eye-catching.

Moreover, Chi Su's body is slender and his posture is light and elegant, and Huang Fujue couldn't help but praise it: "Lu Fengxian, you horse is so handsome!" ”

When Chi Su heard this, he immediately raised his head in great spirits, tapped his hooves, and slipped around Lu Bu a few times, as if to say, handsome, that is a must.

When Huang Fu Jue saw Chi Su like this, he was immediately happy, and added with a smile: "I have never seen such a spiritual horse, and I am almost about to become a sperm." ”

Huang Fujue praised from the bottom of her heart, a gentleman does not win people's love, she still understands this.

"It's actually very naughty, and its heart is like that of a four- or five-year-old child." Lu Bu patted Chi Su's head dotingly, signaling it to be quieter.

Seeing that Chi Su was really quiet, Huangfu Jue took the lead in taking a step forward, turned back to Lu Bu and said, "Let's go, let's go in and have a look." ”

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From the mountain gate to the various halls in the temple, there is a road paved with stones, which is flat and open, and is three zhang wide.

Stepping on the hard road, the two of them walked slowly on the road, but the rhythm of their footsteps was unexpectedly the same. During this period, Huang Fujue also gave Lu Bupu a history of the origin of the White Horse Temple.

About a hundred years ago, when Emperor Liu Zhuang of the Ming Dynasty stayed in the South Palace at night, he dreamed that a golden man with a height of six zhang and a light on his head came from the west and flew around the palace.

Early the next morning, Emperor Ming told the ministers of the previous court about this dream, and soon someone started to say: "There is a god in the West, called Buddha, just like you dreamed." ”

Emperor Ming was overjoyed after hearing this, thinking that the gods were manifest spirits, so he sent dozens of officials to the Western Regions to pray for Buddhism and scriptures.

Three years later, the envoys who went out took the high monks of the Western Regions, returned to Luoyang with the scriptures and Buddha statues on white horses, and the overjoyed Ming Emperor edict built a monastery in Luoyang Xiyongmen outside the three miles, in order to commemorate the white horse carrying the scriptures, it was specially named 'White Horse Temple'.

Along the way, Lu Bu pricked up his ears and listened carefully to Huang Fujue's explanation, refusing to leave a word, and put all this knowledge that was extremely new to him, whether useful or not, into his brain.

At this time, an ordinary man in a simple brown coat walked in front of him, and after seeing Lu Bu and the two, he took the initiative to move to the side of the road, stood in place and put his left palm on his chest, and saluted the two.

Huang Fujue nodded politely, but Lu Bu froze on the spot, his face revealing an indescribable shock.

This man has no hair on his head!

The saint has clouds: the body is skinned, the parents are affected, and the destruction is unfilial.

Only the lowliest slaves were punished with kun, cutting off their hair, and if this punishment were applied to a scholar, it would be worse than killing him.

So Lu Bu couldn't understand why this man had no hair, not only did he feel ashamed, but he could still salute them indifferently.

When the monk walked away, Huangfu Jue explained to Lu Bu: "These people are not what you think, they have not received any criminal law, they just exist in the temple, worship Shakyamuni Buddha, practice sutras and meditation every day, and are called 'monks'." ”

Monk?

Lu Bu whispered again, this was the second rare word he came into contact with today.

Huang Fujue nodded, and then said: "Buddhists believe that hair represents the troubles and desires in the hearts of the world, and shaving off the hair is to remove the troubles. Get rid of all selfish distractions so that you can get rid of the mortal world and become a Buddha in the future. ”

Since Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty deposed the Hundred Schools, Confucianism has always been orthodox, and Buddhism's preaching of equality of all beings is completely contrary to it, and several people in the world, who have been deeply influenced by Confucian culture for hundreds of years, will come to worship these so-called gods and Buddhas.

This is also the main reason why Lu Bu has been walking for so long, and the road is still inaccessible.

When it was only a hundred meters away from the main hall of the temple, Huang Fujue suddenly thought of another thing, "I heard that there is a sect called Taiping Dao, which is popular in various states and counties other than Luoyang, and is trusted by the people, and its followers are as many as hundreds of thousands. ”

Lu Bu glanced at the young man who was short on his two shoulders, lowered his brows, and recalled: "I once went to Youzhou, where nine out of ten households have portraits of the patriarch of Taiping Dao, called 'great sages and good teachers', it is said that his means are through the sky, and he can call the wind and rain and bring the dead back to life. ”

Huangfu Jue has never been out of Luoyang since he was a child, and now when he hears this strange thing, his eyes naturally light up, and he asks like a curious baby: "Is it really that powerful?" ”

Lu Bu saw Huang Fu Jue's childlike expression, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but how powerful it is, I have to fight to know." ”

Inadvertently, Lu Bu had already regarded that 'Great Sage and Good Master' as a strong opponent. He has always believed that in this world, only by constantly fighting with the strong can he grow rapidly.