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Chapter 668 Zhu Moye's Olive Branch

That is, he could only reveal such an expression when facing Zhu Moye in front of him. Otherwise, it would be the same at any other time.

Tang Seng would not be in this state at this time, because looking at Zhu Moye in front of him, his expression at this moment was inexplicably a bit ugly. This was not the state that Tang Seng would be in at other times.

It was because Zhu Moye's words just now were too harsh. He meant that as long as he said this, there would never be a complete temple standing on the land of the Ming Dynasty.

If it were someone else, just hearing this sentence would make them laugh out loud, but in the eyes of Tang Seng in front of him, what Zhu Moye said at this time was obviously not that simple.

First of all, Tang Sanzang knew very well that Zhu Moye was serious about what he said. While others might be talking nonsense, Zhu Moye's words were definitely not nonsense. Moreover, Tang Sanzang knew that Zhu Moye in front of him really had such ability. As the only emperor in this land, if Zhu Moye really wanted to do this, I am afraid no one could stop him.

It was precisely because of this consideration that Tang Sanzang's expression was so grim. However, in his current state, Zhu Moye couldn't help laughing when he looked at Tang Sanzang's expression. "What's wrong with you?"

"Your Majesty." Tang Seng was in great difficulty. He almost didn't know how to express his emotions. If it were any other situation, he might have felt a little more relaxed. But it was not like the current situation. He didn't know what to do at all.

Just listening to Zhu Moye's words and thinking about his attitude in his words and deeds was enough to make Tang Seng feel frightened for a while.

Therefore, even when calling Zhu Moye at this time, Tang Seng's expression was bitter. He almost knew very clearly in his heart that he had made the biggest mistake without realizing it.

The person in front of him is Zhu Moye. Don't expect to reason with him. Just like what Zhu Moye said just now, here, only Zhu Moye has the right to speak, and he can only choose to obey.

"Destroying Buddhism, this matter, some, some--" Tang Seng was stuck. After all, he was only good at debating Buddhist principles, but that didn't mean he was good at debate.

Zhu Moye also noticed that the little monk in front of him was probably filled with bitterness. Thinking about what he had just said, Tang Seng was probably scared silly. At this time, Zhu Moye felt a little guilty.

No matter what, Zhu Moye hated the two saints of Buddhism and those shameless Bodhisattvas the most. As for a small character like Tang Seng, there was no need for him to make things too difficult for him. What's more, looking at Tang Seng's appearance, he was obviously scared to death by him.

"I've recently heard that you've become famous in Chang'an City. I admire you very much, but I've also heard that your fame seems to have happened in the past two days. How did you do that?" Zhu Moye directly asked the biggest question that had prompted him to call Tang Seng.

Looking at Zhu Moye in front of him, Tang Monk had already anticipated this when he arrived. Therefore, under such circumstances, he did not hesitate at all and directly told him about his sudden enlightenment during this period of time.

In fact, there is really not much mystery. This kind of Buddhism always likes to do some weird things, not to mention that Tang Seng's own origin is somewhat different.

In the past, because Tang Seng was too young, many things could not be expressed directly. However, as Tang Seng grew older, many Buddhist principles that he had acquired in his previous life as Jin Chanzi gradually came to his mind.

With the help of this power, Tang Seng took his Buddhist cultivation to a higher level, and then he became famous in Chang'an City.

Otherwise, how could we say that it was fate that played tricks on us? Even the abbot of the temple where Tang Seng lived probably never thought that Tang Seng would achieve such an enviable achievement at such a young age.

Listening to Tang Seng's words, Zhu Moye seemed a little thoughtful. At this time, Tang Seng's fame was obviously many years earlier, but it didn't matter. The impact of these on the overall situation was actually minimal.

But Tang Seng has matured now, so some people in the dark will definitely jump out impatiently.

When he thought of this, someone who had been prepared for a long time came in and reported: "Your Majesty, the carriage is ready."

"Master Xuanzang, I would like to learn more about Buddhism. How about going to Longxing Temple to burn incense?" Zhu Moye looked at Tang Monk in front of him, not afraid that he would not agree. "Or, I can also let you hold a Dharma meeting at Longxing Temple to spread Buddhism."

As soon as Zhu Moye finished speaking, Tang Seng's expression was already extremely excited. In fact, it was impossible for him not to be excited. There was no way, Zhu Moye's words were too inspiring.

To be honest, Tang Seng was just an ordinary monk at that time. He loved his beliefs and respected Buddhist ideas. He knew nothing about other things.

And when facing Zhu Moye, he was always subjected to various threats, which was really a very frustrating thing for this young monk.

Just before this, Zhu Moye had already threatened him in various ways. What made Tang Seng feel very bad was that in his previous state, he still had not thought of how to deal with Zhu Moye in front of him, because the other party's identity was completely incomparable to his own.

The emperor, this position represents almost infinite power, and Tang Seng has no way to solve the problem at all.

Chapter 669: Tang Monk's Gratitude

It was in this situation that, after seeing what Zhu Moye said to him, it was basically impossible for Tang Seng to remain unmoved.

Tang Sanzang was completely devoted to the promotion of Buddhism at this time. In this state, no matter what happened, he could not accept the situation described by Zhu Moye. In other words, even the thought of it was unacceptable.

Because of this kind of thing, when Tang Seng heard what Zhu Moye said, he inevitably knew that he had no choice but to accept it.

Looking at Zhu Moye in front of him, Tang Seng almost didn't know how to express the bitterness in his heart. Looking at him, he thought of how he felt when he was called a master before, and then looked at Zhu Moye in front of him with a calm face.

Tang Seng gradually realized that even if he was called Master Xuanzang, what difference would it make? Compared with Zhu Moye, he was just an ant that was powerless to resist.

What's more, Tang Seng had no way of accepting such a huge loss, while Zhu Moye was the one who could easily inflict such a serious trauma on him.

After thinking about this, Tang Seng felt even more internally injured. After all, no matter what, being in this state was not good for him.

Relatively speaking, Zhu Moye felt better at this time. He didn't care much about Tang Seng's state at this time. After all, in his eyes, whether Tang Seng would agree or not was not within his control. Zhu Moye didn't care at all whether Tang Seng would agree or not. Or, if Tang Seng agreed, it would naturally be a good thing, saving a lot of unnecessary arguments.

And if Tang Seng doesn't agree, it doesn't matter. Zhu Moye doesn't care. As long as the Buddhists want to cause trouble in Chang'an City, they can't avoid Tang Seng in front of them, who is their most powerful disciple.

Under such circumstances, Tang Seng was already under Zhu Moye's surveillance. No matter what Tang Seng was doing, Zhu Moye could see it. It was in such a state that Zhu Moye could review the memorials so leisurely.

At this moment, Tang Seng suddenly spoke. He had obviously been struggling and thinking for a long time, but in the end, he was defeated by Zhu Moye in front of him: "I am willing to go with Your Majesty."

"That's right, let's go." Zhu Moye smiled and put down the red pen that he was using to correct memorials, and walked towards Longxing Temple side by side with Tang Seng.

While on the road, Tang Seng was in a state of silence. After all, in his previous state, he had nothing to say. Anyway, he had said what he should say, and at this time, it didn't matter whether he said it or not.

Zhu Moye in front of him didn't seem like someone who would listen to him. Thinking of this, Tang Seng suddenly felt even more sad for a while, but unfortunately, he had no way out now.

He could only clasp his hands together silently, look at the sky above his head, and imagine the Buddha there. Tang Seng tried his best to calm himself down. Otherwise, he really couldn't imagine what would happen to the entire Buddhism if he left like this.

Thinking of this, Tang Seng suddenly felt a little curious about Zhu Moye beside him, probably because this young dictator emperor had left such a deep impression on him.

Tang Seng carefully adjusted his sitting posture, and took advantage of this gap to secretly look at Zhu Moye's appearance, but found that the young emperor was slowly closing his eyes to rest. The two were in the same carriage, but in this state, Tang Seng only felt a sense of oppression.

Is this the deterrent of the new generation of young emperor? It’s really terrifying, Tang Seng said silently in his heart.

It’s not that he thinks Zhu Moye is not scary at this moment. In fact, it is precisely because Zhu Moye’s appearance is too scary that makes him feel very strange at this moment.

He was obviously just a young man who looked only a few years older than himself, so why was he so smooth and sophisticated in handling political affairs? Even when he threatened himself with the Buddhist temple, he found Tang Seng's weak spot in one go.

Just thinking about it was enough to make Tang Seng feel conflicted for a while. Looking at Zhu Moye in front of him, he calmed down silently. Although Tang Seng didn't know why Zhu Moye was like this at this time, he still felt that he should maintain a calm attitude at this time.

Anyway, what Zhu Moye needs now is a stable and obedient chess piece, right?

Tang Seng understood this point very thoroughly, and at this moment, Zhu Moye in front of him opened his eyes slightly. He did not avoid Tang Seng's gaze. With the sensitivity of his five senses, he had already noticed that Tang Seng was speculating about him.

But Zhu Moye didn't care. The fact that he allowed Tang Seng to ride on the same carriage with him already showed his supreme grace. If this was the case, Guanyin Bodhisattva would probably be unable to restrain herself.

What you need to know is that the power of the superior is sometimes a double-edged sword. If it can be used well, it will naturally be very effective.

With his head raised, Zhu Moye looked at the sky in the distance, but in the current situation, he couldn't see clearly what the sky looked like in the distance, so he could only silently retract his gaze.

At this moment, Tang Seng felt something was wrong. He always felt that Zhu Moye seemed to be different now than before.

"What are you doing?" Zhu Moye frowned a little. He found that there seemed to be something wrong with the Di Ting in front of him.

"Your Majesty, we have arrived at Longxing Temple." At this moment, someone outside said respectfully.

Chapter 670 Treasure

The news that Zhu Moye and Tang Monk appeared in Longxing Temple immediately attracted many people and masters of the temple.

Originally, in their impression, Zhu Moye had appeared in the public eye much less frequently since he ascended the throne. It was nothing like this time when he appeared so openly in the public eye.

"Everyone, prepare a Dharma Assembly. I have brought Master Xuanzang here and invite him to preach here for three days." Zhu Moye looked at the people in front of him and said lightly.

"Yes, Amitabha, Master Xuanzang, please follow me." At this time, the old monks next to them did not dare to ask Zhu Moye. They had never heard of such a thing before, but Zhu Moye's arrival was enough to make them overjoyed.

Therefore, more importantly, these monks immediately followed Zhu Moye's instructions and led Tang Seng to the rear without asking any questions.

At this time, Tang Seng's mood could be said to be very complicated. After all, if he wanted to hold a Dharma assembly in a high-end place like Longxing Temple at his current age, it would probably be unlikely to happen.

Because Tang Seng was so young, people were unaware of his attention to him, and naturally they didn't know how accomplished Tang Seng was in Buddhism.

The issue of age is also what everyone cares about the most. Since Tang Seng can achieve this, it is naturally impossible.

Looking at the Longxing Temple in front of us, even in Chang'an City, Longxing Temple is one of the best Buddhist temples. It was only with a single word from Zhu Moye that Tang Seng was able to come here and start preaching Buddhism.

Even so, in such an emotional state, Tang Seng still felt a sense of emotion. If he were in a normal state, he would definitely not have thought of this at this time. All this was like being in the clouds and fog.

But Tang Seng was also very clear that the abbots of these Buddhist temples actually had a difficult time. Asking them to go against Zhu Moye's words would probably be something they would not do even if they were given ten times the courage.

Everyone lives in this world. Tang Seng sighed in his heart and chose to compromise with Zhu Moye.

"During the three days of preaching here, you all must be monitored by me if there are any special circumstances." Zhu Moye gave a meaningful order.

Although the others did not understand what Zhang Liang meant by this, they still quickly agreed. In short, no matter what Zhu Moye wanted to do, they just had to do it.

Some people may not understand the situation yet, but an old man had already told them that Tang Seng had been the focus of Zhu Moye's attention before. Although everyone didn't understand why an ordinary monk like Tang Seng, who looked ordinary and had nothing special about him, would attract Zhu Moye's attention again and again.

But they were just ordinary people in charge of intelligence. It was not their turn to ask these questions, so they were relieved.

On the first day of the Buddha's teaching, the weather was calm and the people of Chang'an City flocked to Longxing Temple.

"Master Xuanzang's attainments in Buddhism are indeed thought-provoking. He is a latecomer but an early achiever and can be a great teacher." After spending some time with Tang Seng, these old monks could not help but admire him. It was obvious that they were impressed by Tang Seng's knowledge.

Tang Seng is not arrogant. In fact, his proficiency in Buddhism is enough to allow him to control his vanity. At a moment like this, it is really nothing to him.

But at this moment, Zhu Moye's voice came from the side: "Don't be modest. Being too modest is arrogance."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Tang Seng said immediately.

Although he did not expect that Zhu Moye was also listening outside at this time, he was not too surprised. The emperor's behavior was indeed very different from that of ordinary people, so he no longer had so many surprised expressions.

At this time, Zhu Moye felt it was funny. It was unexpectedly rare to see Tang Seng being so respectful.

What Tang Seng didn't expect was that while he was speaking, there was a sudden commotion outside.

"What's the noise outside about?" Zhu Moye ordered.

Someone immediately understood Zhu Moye's thoughts. While he was talking to Tang Seng, there was a commotion outside. Wasn't this courting death?

The guards went out to check and came back saying, "It's an old woman."

"Oh? Old woman, why are you making so much noise?" Among the people present, no one's position was higher than Zhu Moye, so naturally, only Zhu Moye spoke.

"She was holding an old linen shirt in her hand and insisted that it was her family's treasure, which caused a commotion." The person who responded was quite clear and explained the whole story.

"Really?" Zhu Moye's mouth curled up slightly, as if he was particularly interested in this matter. Only he knew that the person he was waiting for had finally arrived: "Bring the old woman in, I have something to ask her."

"Yes." The guard brought the old woman in without much effort.

At this time, everyone in the hall had left. Except for a few highly respected monks, there was no one else. Zhu Moye looked at the old woman below. Although she looked white-haired, Zhu Moye could naturally see that it was just a disguise of Guanyin.

This Guanyin Bodhisattva is really impatient. She meets her for the second time so soon.

At this moment, Zhu Moye was thinking with great interest. He did not expect that he would meet Guanyin for the second time so soon, because he had already thought about such a situation before, so he did not care too much about such a scene before. But when he saw the other party this time, he couldn't help laughing.

I'm afraid Guanyin is still full of confidence and believes that her disguise is flawless?

What she didn't know was that Zhu Moye had already seen through her disguise, but she didn't know it yet. Zhu Moye sat calmly above, watching Guanyin's next move. He had already known that the other party would show up, but he didn't expect her to be so impatient.

Chapter 671 Mahayana Buddhism

As soon as he came up and looked at the expression of Guanyin below, if Zhu Moye had not seen through her disguise long ago, he would probably not have believed that the person below was Guanyin.

After all, judging from her expression and words, the old woman did not reveal the slightest flaw. She was just like an ordinary mortal, talking about the dull rag in her hand, saying it was a treasure.

To be serious, Zhu Moye really wanted to kick this old woman out.

It’s just because there are so many people here, so he can’t say anything at this time.

Otherwise, Zhu Moye would have summoned the guards to push the old woman out of the door. This development was definitely something that even Guanyin could not have anticipated. I wonder if it would have scared her.

After thinking about it, Zhu Moye couldn't help but laugh. If Guanyin saw this idea, she would probably be furious. However, Zhu Moye probably didn't expect that he would be so boring. At this time, he still maintained his previous idea. If he continued to develop according to this trend, there would not be much obstacles.

Just listen to what Guanyin in front of me has to say first, Zhu Moye thought to himself.

However, he had expected what Guanyin would say, and he probably already knew what she would say. He was just sitting there watching the show.

No matter what Guanyin said, she had heard of Zhu Moye's name. She had long had an impression of this emperor who was so bold as to cause trouble in the underworld and deceive Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

However, when he first knew Zhu Moye, he was just an unknown person, unlike now, when he has become the actual ruler of an empire.

Therefore, even when Guanyin was speaking, she was secretly searching for Zhu Moye. If it was under other circumstances, it would be fine. But now Zhu Moye was too conspicuous to be ignored by others.

Under such circumstances, how could they remain calm at this time, not even Guanyin could do it.

She continued to maintain her appearance, while telling Tang Seng in front of her some nonsense that she herself might not believe, but she knew very well that Tang Seng in front of her would definitely believe it.

There was no reason, because the other person's name was Jin Chanzi, and there was basically no need for anyone to doubt Tang Seng's devotion to Buddhism. Otherwise, the arduous task of reincarnation would not have fallen on him.

The main reason why Guanyin felt a little nervous was because of the special existence of Zhu Moye. If he did not exist, Guanyin would certainly not have anything to worry about at this time. However, under the current circumstances, she naturally could not say anything.

"I heard that Master Xuanzang's Buddhism is profound. Indeed, I just heard it outside, but what the monk said were all some Hinayana Buddhism." Guanyin quickly brought the topic to the point and successfully attracted everyone's attention.

Looking at the Guanyin in front of him, Tang Seng obviously felt a little surprised at this time. It was within his expectations. He never thought that the old woman at this time could talk to them so calmly. Moreover, the other party's neither humble nor arrogant look in her words was even more surprising.

"So, what is Mahayana Buddhism?" Tang Sanzang was quite humble. Although he hadn't yet awakened his memory of eating the golden cicada, his admiration for Buddhism had long been deeply ingrained in his heart. This was also why Zhu Moye had never considered trying to persuade Tang Sanzang to rebel, because he knew very well that such an idea would be impossible.

This kind of loyalty to faith is so troublesome that Zhu Moye is too lazy to touch such an area. However, when the old woman was speaking, Tang Seng obviously felt a little excited. In his heart, these Hinayana Buddhist teachings alone are enough to make him excited.