Chapter 495: Maitreya is born and the Ming King comes to the world!
Xuandu Courtyard.
The little flower goddess woke up in the warm morning light. She stretched herself, opened her sleepy eyes, and said in a baby voice, "Daddy... I'm hungry..."
As she spoke, she slid down her long hair and snuggled into Li Daoxuan's arms, as if looking for a place to breastfeed.
"Woof woof, who are you, evildoer? Don't hurt my master!"
Xiaotian had the most sensitive nose and instantly smelled the tempting fragrance. He opened his mouth wide and used his devouring power, like a black hole, distorting the light around it.
“Wow!”
The little flower god let out an excited cry, and then his upper body was sucked into Xiaotian's mouth, with his two slender legs still spinning outside.
But she didn't seem afraid at all, instead she let out a crisp laugh.
Xiaotian suddenly felt that his dignity as a dog demon was insulted, and he bit the little flower god with his sharp teeth, ready to give himself a meal.
However, there was a crisp sound!
Xiaotian was about to cry, and he spat out the little flower god and a broken tooth.
The little flower god flapped its wings and staggered towards Xiaotian, opening his snow-white little hands and revealing a pure and flawless smile.
"Fun...hungry..."
For some reason, Xiaotian's thighs trembled as he looked at her harmless smile, and he said in a trembling voice: "You... don't come over here!"
However, it was too late. The little flower god drilled into Xiaotian's chest, sniffed something, then opened his mouth and bit him fiercely.
In the small courtyard, a terrible scream was heard...
When Li Daoxuan's yang spirit flew back from the palace and returned to his physical body, he was surprised to find that Xiaotian had collapsed to the ground for some reason, becoming powerless and his eyes were dull, as if... he had suffered some kind of inhumane humiliation.
A cute figure emerged from under Xiaotian's body, shaking its icy wings, its face flushed, as if it was drunk.
Li Daoxuan caught her and put her in his pocket.
"Master, she is so beautiful!"
Changle finished his morning practice and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the little flower god who was as exquisite as a work of art. His black eyes immediately became sparkling.
The little flower goddess fell asleep again. Having just been born, she seemed very sleepy. Her little hand tightly grasped a strand of Li Daoxuan's hair, her mouth slightly opened, and her red lips were rosy and pink.
"Don't underestimate her because she looks small. She is a descendant of the Flower God. The nectar she collects can even help people cultivate and become immortals!"
Hearing the words "cultivate to become an immortal", Xiaotian, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, suddenly became alert. He stared at the little flower god as if he was looking at some precious treasure.
"Master, can I touch her?"
"sure."
Changle stretched out his hand cautiously, touching her nose and pinching her cheeks, and he really couldn't let her go.
Xuanzang could not help but step forward and ask, "Brother, has His Majesty agreed to your going to Shangyang City?"
Li Daoxuan nodded and said, "Xuanzang, go back and pack your things, take Xiaotang with you, we are going to Shangyang City today to find the whereabouts of Master Sanle."
Xuanzang was delighted when he heard this and hurried back to pack his luggage.
"Master, where is Shangyang City?"
Changle asked while touching the little flower god.
"In Luoyang."
"Luoyang is quite far from Chang'an. Master, can you take Changle with you on your long journey this time?"
Little Changle pouted, gently pulled Li Daoxuan's sleeve, and put on a pitiful look. Her cute look could melt an iceberg.
"Changle is very well behaved and will not cause any trouble to the master. Changle can also cook, wash clothes, and read to the master to relieve his boredom. Oh, and by the way, Changle can also dance, sing, and play the piano..."
She counted on her white and tender fingers and listed many of her advantages one after another, like a little Wang Po selling melons.
Li Daoxuan sighed and said, "But His Majesty and the Queen are reluctant to let you leave."
If she just stays here for one night, it would be fine, but if he takes her to Luoyang, a thousand miles away, I'm afraid His Majesty will be very jealous.
But he knew how much Li Shimin doted on Changle. She was simply the apple of his eye and he was afraid that she would melt if he held her in his hand.
There are so many princesses in the royal family, but Li Daoxuan always feels that Changle is the only one who is his biological daughter...
Changle didn't say anything. She lowered her head, and her big, clear eyes suddenly became tearful. Drops of pearl-like tears slowly slid down, leaving two lines of tear marks on her delicate, white jade face.
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Li Daoxuan suddenly felt pity in his heart. He remembered that although Changle had been spoiled since childhood, she was trapped in the palace and could not go anywhere, just like a bird in a cage, a canary.
"Oh, forget it, I will take you with me, but you have to promise to obey me. Also, you have to leave a letter for your father. It's better to be tactful and try to coax him more."
"Yeah, Master is the best!!!"
Little Changle's sadness turned into joy immediately, all the tears in her eyes disappeared, and were replaced by a bright smile.
Li Daoxuan shook his head and laughed: "You are really a little kid with a big brain."
How could he not understand that Changle's tearful look just now was actually an act. It can only be said that women are born actors, and the more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at acting.
Zhang Wuji's mother did not lie.
Changle hugged her master's arm and said happily, "I knew that Master loves Changle the most. Unlike my father, he only has those memorials in his mind and sometimes even ignores me and my mother..."
…
Tai Chi Palace.
After Li Shimin summoned several ministers and handled some government affairs, he asked Gao Quan about Changle's whereabouts before he had time to rest.
"Gao Quan, Tai Chong will be leaving Chang'an soon. According to the time calculation, Chang Le should also return to the palace."
Li Shimin always felt a little uncomfortable when he could not hear the clear and lively voice like that of a lark.
Gao Quan flattered, "The Imperial Master and the Princess have a deep bond as master and disciple. They may be saying goodbye now. I believe that if we wait a little longer, the Princess will come back to see you!"
Li Shimin laughed heartily and said, "Speaking of which, my daughter loves to stick to me the most. It seems that my quiet days are over."
Gao Quan also smiled and said, "Although the Imperial Master is the princess's master, you and the princess are blood relatives after all. The one the princess is most worried about is you, Your Majesty!"
Li Shimin pointed at him and scolded him with a smile: "You are really good at talking."
After a pause, he warned again: "It's fine to say this in private, but don't say it in front of Tai Chong. I'm afraid he will feel resentful. Hahaha..."
"Report!"
Just then, a young eunuch came running in from outside the door, holding a letter in his hand.
"Your Majesty, the princess did not return to the palace, but asked her personal maid to deliver this letter!"
Li Shimin immediately walked down and picked up the letter, with a bad feeling in his heart.
When he opened the letter, he saw a few lines of beautiful large characters written on it, which was exactly the handwriting of his daughter.
"Father, Master and I are going to Luoyang to play. Don't worry. After all, Master is very powerful. He will protect me, hehe~"
Changle is gone...
"Oh, Father, don't tell Mother. I'm afraid she'll worry. If she asks, just tell her that I'm in seclusion with Master."
She also learned to lie...
"Finally, Father, please don't blame Master. You don't understand him. He actually respects you very much. It was Changle's constant persuasion that made Master agree this time. If you want to blame someone, just blame Changle!"
You don’t know him…
"His Majesty?"
After Gao Quan saw that His Majesty had read the letter, his whole body became stiff and his hands were shaking slightly.
After a long time, Li Shimin's mouth trembled, and he sat back on the dragon throne in a daze. A sigh sounded faintly in the Ganlu Palace.
"Girls... can't be kept!"
…
Depart from Chang'an Posthouse in the morning and stay in Shangyang City in the evening.
At 4 p.m., accompanied by a magnificent sunset, a group of people appeared in Shangyang City in Luoyang.
The sun sets in the west, the sky is filled with rosy clouds, and the scenery in Shangyang City is beautiful, like a paradise.
This place lacks the magnificence and prosperity of Chang'an, but it has a unique tranquility and calmness. The pedestrians coming and going do not look hurried, but rather very leisurely, with a kind of detached and worldly indifference in their eyes.
This place doesn't look like a city, but more like a temple.
The reason why Li Daoxuan thought so was because he discovered that almost all the pedestrians passing by here wore a string of Buddhist beads on their hands, and the storytellers in the teahouses and restaurants did not tell stories about strange things in the martial arts world, but stories about eminent monks, such as Kumarajiva.
"This Kumarajiva was an enlightened monk from India, but he married twelve wives in his lifetime, breaking his vows of chastity. When he was cremated, the root of his tongue burned and could not move, leaving behind a tongue relic that is still enshrined in the White Horse Temple!"
The storyteller spoke with passion and respect, but some people in the audience did not buy it.
"A monk who married twelve wives and broke the precepts of celibacy, how can he still be called a great monk? If this is considered a great monk, then wouldn't the monks in the White Horse Temple have had many children long ago?"
Someone laughed.
The storyteller was not angry. He turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and said, "Other monks used this to attack Kumarajiva and wanted to follow his example by marrying and having children. Kumarajiva did not immediately defend himself, but did something very calmly."
"What's up?"
The storyteller said calmly: "Kumarajiva put a handful of silver needles into the water and swallowed them all, saying that if people want to learn from me, they must first drink the needles to quench their thirst."
Everyone fell silent.
The storyteller continued, "In fact, the reason why Kumarajiva married was because he was forced by those in power. He endured humiliation and lived in the world in order to translate scriptures and spread Buddhism. Later, he and his disciples translated the "Small Prajna Sutra", "Lotus Sutra", "Vimalakirti Sutra" and other sutras one after another, and made a great vow that if the scriptures he translated were correct, he would leave behind tongue bone relics after his death!"
"As a result, the fire burned for seven days and seven nights, and Kumarajiva's body turned into ashes, except for the root of his tongue, which was as hard as stone and turned into relics!"
After listening to the storyteller's narration, everyone immediately showed great respect for Kumarajiva and felt that he was worthy of the title of eminent monk.
At this time, the storyteller changed the subject and said, "It is said that before his death, Kumarajiva saw the future and left a prophecy."
"What prophecy? Tell me now!"
The storyteller looked deep in his eyes and said, "Kumārajīva once predicted that more than 200 years later, Maitreya will be born and the King of Light will come to the world to recreate the world and relieve all suffering in the world!"
Someone calculated: "Master Kumarajiva lived in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, more than 200 years ago... Isn't that now?"
Someone exclaimed: "Maitreya is born, the King of Light is born, could it be referring to the incident that happened some time ago——"
"Shh!"
An old man made a gesture to keep quiet and then glanced at the people in the teahouse.
They were obviously from other places. There was a young and handsome Taoist priest, a handsome little Taoist boy, a little monk with red lips and white teeth, and a little black dog gnawing on a bone.
This is a rather strange combination, a monk and a Taoist priest walking together.
You have to know that the Tang Dynasty respected Taoism as the state religion, and the status of Buddhism was not very high. Therefore, monks and Taoists have never gotten along well. Such a happy combination is indeed rare.
"Master, please have some tea!"
Changle put on Taoist boy's clothes, tied her hair into a Taoist bun, and dressed as a man. At such a young age, she had a clear and extraordinary temperament, and was handsome and flawless, which attracted people's attention.
She skillfully brewed a pot of tea for Li Daoxuan, her movements were as smooth as flowing water, and soon the elegant tea fragrance wafted out, making people salivate.
Li Daoxuan nodded and found that it was quite beneficial to have Changle around. First, she was beautiful and looked very respectable whether she was wearing men's or women's clothing. Second, she was multi-talented and could do almost everything from playing the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers and tea.
"Maitreya is born, the King of Light descends to the world, and recreates the world..."
Li Daoxuan tapped the table lightly, not caring about the gazes of the people around him. After taking a sip of tea, he smiled faintly and said, "Everyone, why don't you talk anymore? The brother wearing a square scarf, yes, that's you. You just said that something happened some time ago. What was it?"
The man lowered his head quickly and said, "Nothing, just a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue!"
Li Daoxuan did not continue to ask, but said to Xuanzang: "Xuanzang, you are familiar with the scriptures, so you must know something about Kumarajiva. Do you know whether he said anything about Maitreya's coming to the world or the coming of the Ming King before his death?"
Xuanzang put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, elder brother, Kumarajiva is a great monk whom I admire very much. According to the Buddhist scriptures, he only left one last wish before his death, which is that if the scriptures I translated are correct, I should leave you a tongue bone relic."
After a pause, he said firmly: "Other than that, there are no more last words!"
Li Daoxuan nodded and said, "I see. It seems that someone wants to use the name of Kumarajiva to promote the so-called prophecy."
Hearing this, the people in the teahouse changed their expressions and looked towards the storyteller.
The storyteller snorted coldly and continued to turn the Buddhist beads in his hand, saying, "My dear guest, I am just a storyteller. What I say is just for your entertainment. It is up to you to decide what is true and what is false."
Li Daoxuan did not speak, but just looked at him quietly, and said with a smile: "Your Buddhist beads are nice, would you mind giving them away?"
The storyteller was shocked, and felt that there seemed to be an indescribable magic in the eyes of this young Taoist priest, like the sea of stars, as if it could see through his disguise.
Could it be that I met a master?
The storyteller squinted his eyes and observed carefully, but did not see any signs of spiritual practice on Li Daoxuan's body. He looked empty and secluded, like a secluded valley. He did not look like a Taoist priest, but rather like an elegant and noble young man.
Maybe I saw it wrong...
The storyteller shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, this bead is very important to me, I wouldn't trade it for anything."
Li Daoxuan nodded and stopped talking.
The storyteller secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He himself was surprised as to why he felt subconsciously pressured when facing a young Taoist priest with no cultivation at all.
Xuanzang could not help but ask, "Old man, is there an old beggar with pus all over his body in Shangyang City?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Li Daoxuan immediately noticed that the expressions of many people in the teahouse changed.
The storyteller pointed to the east and said, "There is a dilapidated temple in the east. Beggars live there. If you are looking for an old beggar, he should be there."
Xuanzang showed his delight and said, "Thank you for your advice, old man!"
He opened his umbrella and ran quickly in the direction the storyteller pointed.
This action was very strange. It was clearly not raining outside, but the monk was holding an umbrella, a light pink women's umbrella.
The storyteller's eyes flashed and he sneered in his heart.
This little monk looks gentle, but unexpectedly he is actually a playboy and has raised a beautiful little female ghost. This shows how morals of the world are going downhill!
"Master, aren't we going over there?"
Changle asked while holding her little face.
Li Daoxuan laughed, scratched her nose, and said, "Don't worry, you finally made the long journey, I will take you for a good walk first, and then take you to see a good show in the evening."
"Long live the Master!!!"
