Step by step, the two finally arrived in front of the huge golden tent that could accommodate hundreds of people. On the grass in front of the tent, Wushi Qili Zanzanpu, who was sitting upright on the golden couch, calmly took the white wolf-skin cloak handed over by the warriors beside him, and slowly stood up. At this moment, the horns were roaring, and all the foreigners on the grassland worshiped their king to the ground, and the envoys of the Tang Dynasty, such as the king and the Tang Dynasty, bowed to the direction of the golden tent. At this time, on the grassland full of golden brilliance, the only standing were Zanpu and the hero of the Tang Dynasty Cui Po in today's Jockey Club.

Gently put on a cloak for Cui Po, and then gently tied a brocade for him. The cloak with a light texture immediately fluttered in the wind. The long black hair, the white cloak, and the golden skirt echoed in everyone's eyes, forming a perfect hero's crowning ceremony.

There were three horns again. After Zanpu returned to the golden couch, the foreigners had just bowed three times. After Cui Po put down the Naja Golden Flower in his arms, he bowed deeply to the king on the couch, but his movements were replaced by a thunderous scolding.

"Random, kneel down" Da Lu Xianglu Dongzan shouted violently.

At this time, Naja Jinhua, who had already been worshipped by the earth, quietly reached out and dragged Cui Po's Shanjiao, signaling him to kneel down quickly. The great Zanpu is the incarnation of the Heaven of Eternity, so how could he not kneel down to worship!

"The little minister admired Zanpu's great achievements and was extremely grateful for the supreme glory given to Zanpu today; but as an envoy of the Tang Dynasty, the little minister could only kneel down to worship one emperor and ask the king of Tubo to forgive him." After saying that, Cui Po continued to bow and greet him twice.

"Keng!" After the words were finished, seeing that he still refused to kneel down, the eight warriors who were guarding Qilizanzanpujin's bed drew their swords in unison, staring at Cui Po with their eyes wide open, and just waited for a command to pounce on him and tear the arrogant Tang Dynasty people to pieces.

Naga Jinhua couldn't understand Cui Po's words. Seeing that the situation was so nervous, she could only continue to pull the corner of her shirt with her hands, while raising her head with courage and looking at Zanpu on the golden couch with a look of pleading plea.

Lu Dongzan Da Lu, who was standing on the right hand on the couch, couldn't help but waved his hand to order, but Zan Pu shook his hand casually and said, "Although he is a Tangren, he is also a hero of horse racing today. The darling of the Heaven of Changsheng should always get more tolerance, forget it! Let it go."

There was a common story next to him who translated Zanpu's decree for Cui Po. Cui Po bowed again and thanked him: "Thank you Zanpu for your tolerance and kindness, and please give this kindness to the ministers equally to the people of the two countries on the border between the Tang and Tibet, and make an alliance early so that our Tang and Tubo will watch over and help each other and be brothers forever."

"There are rules for this matter, and let the Da Ren sent someone to discuss it with you!" After saying this, he waved his hand and the horn sounded again, but Zanpu was going to return to the golden tent during the courtship of his subjects. But after getting up for a moment, he turned his head and pointed at Naga Jinhua and said to Cui Po: "You have the courage of a plateau person, but you must treat her well like me, a young man in Tubo." After saying that, without waiting for Cui Po to respond, he turned around and went back to the tent.

As Zanpu left, Da Luxiang, who had a bad face, led a group of officials, but he didn't even look at Cui Po and left.

Because Cui Po's special identity, the ceremony of riding a horse to parade the grassland was cancelled. Amid the admiration of the imperial soldiers and the cheerful noise, the group of people returned to their destination, but Naja Jinhua, who was following behind, had a little more confusion and loneliness on her face.

When he returned to his residence, a group of officials and soldiers arranged to drink wine to celebrate. Cui Po immediately returned to his room and changed his damaged clothes.

Yi Shan changed, and Cui Po had just walked out of the room, but saw the Little Official of the Lifan Courtyard waiting at the door. Without waiting for him to ask, the Little Official had already said first: "Miss Jinhua wants to see you."

"Did you come from the princess's hometown? Then why did you participate in the horse racing?" Naja Jinhua asked, pointing to the skirt on her body.

Looking at the clear eyes of the girl in front of her, Cui Po felt guilty in his heart, but he could only answer yes and briefly explained the reason for the matter to her.

"Ah! Your hometown is too far away from us, as far away as the horizon, and you can come here from such a far away to find me. All this is the arrangement of immortality," Naja Jinhua, who had a pious face, said in a affirmative tone.

Seeing her like this, Cui Po was speechless. For a moment, he didn't know how to deal with it.

"I want to go to the Golden City with you. My mother said that it is the most beautiful place in the world, just like our Babuchuan grassland, but there are no grasslands there, and there are no wild flowers blooming to the horizon. Can I take my Zaji with you?" Jinhua, who was talking to herself, thought of going to the distant hometown of Princess Wencheng, the Golden City. She was so girlish that she could not help but yearn for her, but she was about to leave her hometown and was inevitably sad. In the end, she couldn't bear to give up her beloved Zaji and looked at Cui Po with a pleading look.

Seeing his hero's face full of confusion, Jinhua hurriedly added: "Zhaji's mother had just given birth to it and was eaten by a fierce wolf. I raised it. It always refused to leave me and would go to my tent to sleep at night. However, it was so furry and cute. When I was happy, it would accompany me to dance on the grass full of flowers. When I was sad, it would lie quietly beside me to comfort me. We are best friends. Without my mother, it would be sad. Will it be okay if I left me?"

In Cui Po's eyes, the plateau elf in front of him had the most talkative look. In his clear eyes, he was happy and sad. He begged all kinds of emotions to change without any concealment. When he looked at her eyes, he saw the heart without any impurities. "She belongs to the plateau, and her beauty also belongs to the plateau." This girl who was as pure as the blue sky and as white clouds made Cui Po feel more ashamed of sadness in her face. He murmured to himself like this, and then suppressed the regret in his heart and asked softly: "Miss Jinhua, are you really going to leave the grassland?"

"The footsteps of men are the direction of women camping. I can't bear to leave dad, mom, I can't bear to leave this grassland, I can't bear to leave flowers and flocks, but since Changshengtian has chosen you for me, your footsteps are my direction. Mom said that women are men's shadows, and shadows can never leave their masters." When he said this, there was a hint of unconcealed sadness in Jinhua's eyes.

Send Naga Jinhua, who was slightly tired, to rest. Cui Po asked Wang Liang to work hard. Before he could salute him, Cui Po said: "Lord Wang has come a lot and is familiar with this place. Please help me arrange a residence for Miss Jinhua."

Wang Zhushi, who had greatly changed his impression of the alliance with Fan, was stunned when he heard this, and then realized that what Cui Po said was the beautiful Tubo girl. He smiled and said, "A man is not romantic and innocent, and Master Cui is the top scholar. That golden flower girl really deserves the four words "beautiful and beautiful". It is the elegant thing of a talented man and a beautiful woman. What place to arrange for?"

These words only made Cui Po feel ashamed, but he didn't explain much. He just looked at him with a smile on his lips. This expression made the king, who was laughing, unable to laugh anymore. Zheng calmed his face and pondered for a while and said: "This Tubo originally believed in the original religion. However, since the fifth generation of Qilizanzanpu took over the throne for more than 20 years, he has respected Buddhism. There are several temples in the city. It would be great to arrange for the Golden Flower Girl to live in this place."

"Temple! This is a good place, hurry up, take me to see it." At this point, Cui Po had already stood up and went to the outsider. The king could only smile bitterly and then follow.

At that time, the area of ​​Luosie City was small, and the king led the way. Soon, the two had already arrived in front of a temple located in the south of the city. When they saw the three words "Da Ri Temple" written on the plaque, Cui Po's heart moved slightly, but his face was calm and followed the king's foot.

The structure of the temple is no different from that of the Tang Dynasty temple. Cui Po and the other two had no intention of looking at it and went straight into the main hall.

As soon as he entered the main hall, a huge statue of Bodhisattva Joy came straight into his eyes. These were two naked men and women sitting. The man with sixteen arms was holding the woman's body tightly in his arms with his main arms, and the woman's body was facing the door, his arms were tightly wrapped around the man's neck, his legs were wrapped around the man's hips, and his head was tilted back to kiss the man. The man seemed to be suffering a lot, and his facial expression was extremely ferocious and ferocious, and the woman was like a twitching snake. The rosary in their necks were all made of skeletons, and the decorations on the Mantara Buddha were also skeletons. Such avant-garde and ferocious Buddha statue surprised Cui Po, who had never been to the Tantric temple, turned his head to look at Sibi, and saw many small Buddha statues with many faces, arms, and even ox horns.

"This is the Buddha of Happiness, also known as the Vajra, or the Vajra." The king of the king who came to this Dari Temple saw Cui Po's face full of incredible surprise, so he explained a little.

"Who are these two people? Why do they meet like this?" Cui Po asked curiously.

His question only stunned the king. There could be answered there. At this moment, a gentle voice came from behind him, saying: "The man with eight arms and sixteen sides is the Buddha's father, and the woman is the Buddha's mother of the Concubine Vajra No-I"

Hearing the sound, the king turned around, bowed, and said in surprise: "Master Huiguo is here just right."

In the thirty years, Huiguo, who was full of quiet face, smiled slightly. After celebrating Cui Po and the king, he continued to say: "In the worldly view, the Buddha's father and the Viagra of the Concubine Vajra Non-self are 'combining' tomorrow. For my Tantric Buddhism, 'practice' is the true meaning. When a person is a thing, in the extreme happiness of intercourse, you can see a kind of light that can only be seen in the moment before death. Death is inexperienced. Only by familiarizing yourself with this state of light in the practice of both bodies, once death comes, the deceased can control the great joy of light, so that the spiritual consciousness can be liberated and no longer enter the sea of ​​suffering of reincarnation in the world. This is the true meaning of 'joy'."

When Cui Po heard the word "Huiguo", he felt like he was walking on the iron shoes. Seeing the sacred teaching master who was appointed by Yi Cao before his death, he was solemn in his treasure. He talked about it very much, and although he was very dissatisfied with the meaning of the Tantric scriptures he said, he had to secretly praise Yi Cao's teaching of the Dharma.

"Since the East spread of Buddhism, there have been differences between Hinayana and Mahayana, but I don't know which one vehicle of Buddhism this Tantric Buddhism belongs to." When my mind moved, Cui Pokai asked.

When Huiguo heard this, he had an empty smile on his face. He walked in front of the Buddha, picked up three pillars of incense, and offered incense while sacred and said, "My Tantric practice is the most sacred and difficult. Practitioners rely on the female body to realize the innate wisdom and ultimate Bodhi. Only by keeping one mind without fleshly desires can one have the possibility of practicing and realizing Buddha. On the contrary, it is to break the precepts. This practice and lust are liberation and the other are destructive, which is really a line of separation, and the difference between heaven and earth. The difficulties and dangers in this are self-evident. Faced with the poisonous fruit of lust, Hinayana practitioners are afraid of being poisoned and dare not touch them. However, Mahayana practitioners may dare to touch them, but they dare not eat them. Only Tantric practitioners dare to take the most easily addicted behavior in the world as a method of practice. Not to mention the sectual principle, but in terms of the practice method, they have long surpassed Hinayana and Mahayana. Do the donors agree?"

Regarding women, the other seven sects of Buddhism regard them as floods and beasts, and they just "avoid" them; while this Tantric Buddhism faces difficulties and uses lust to destroy lust. In this way, the words of Huiguo are not bad, but this world is full of people with seven emotions and six desires, and I am afraid that they can do what Huiguo says is only one or two out of ten thousand. For a method that aims to liberate sentient beings, this success rate is simply negligible and has no practical significance. Even what I said today is just a metaphysical debate. Thinking of this, Cui Po was also indifferent, so he stopped asking questions and said, "Thank you, Master, for his wonderful understanding of Buddhism, and he has even doubts. I hope to choose a secluded place with Master and ask for advice."

Since Huiguo entered the west to Tubo to spread the Tantric Method, he has rarely seen Tang people. Today, when he saw people from the countryside, Cui Po Ruya, he also had a great impression of him. Therefore, he had just said that he had just returned. At that moment, he reached out and asked, "As soon as he did, I asked the donor to go to the abbot of the backyard to talk to him."

Cui Po called the headmaster Wang and asked him to pick up his green cloth bag in the museum, and then followed Huiguo to the backyard.

When he sat down on the bed, Cui Po saw that the green bamboo joints that Huiguo had appeared were the best-quality Mengding stone flowers. He was surprised and said: "It is really rare to see such a famous tea in the Tubo land!"

"The donor is sorry for others, so he will not insult this good tea. This is a gift from Shihua. I will taste it with you today." It is difficult to find out that the good friend of the voice, and Huiguo also said happily.

Seeing Huiguo's stable and leisurely appearance when cooking new tea, Cui Po rarely developed a favorable impression of a monk. Seeing that he was young, he could not avoid difficulties and go to this bitter and cold place in Tubo to promote Buddhism. Regardless of the pros and cons of the Dharma, this part of great piety and perseverance alone was really admirable.
Chapter completed!