Outside Dacien Temple, there were crowds of people watching the fun.

There was still no news from Hongfu Temple.

The three Indian monks have been sitting upright on the Dharma platform for three days and three nights, without any drops of water.

Even though there were some methods against Master Xuanzang, they still spent three days to quit all the vulgarity of fireworks and keep themselves in the clearest and most concentrated state.

The special ancient yoga postures allow them to maintain special connections with certain existences in the dark at any time.

With the crowded heads, four big men, about eight feet tall, muscular and fleshy, were carrying a vermilion-red sedan chair and walking hard.

Four heroes with a force of thousands of pounds were already panting and sweating all over the rain after walking three streets, about two thousand meters away.

A white and fat man was lying on the sedan chair.

When you see him, you can think of the snowman that was piled up in the snow at first sight.

His whole body was round, and under his big round head, his neck was invisible, and he directly connected his more round body.

He was wearing a festive red dress, and there was a fashionable peony flower on his temples. His eyes were no bigger than mung beans, and he smiled even thinner into a slit.

People with bad eyes almost think that they are dumplings that have become sperm.

The fat man was holding a large wooden box of rosewood in his hand, filled with crispy candies wrapped in oil paper.

The sedan chair stopped in three steps, and the fat man sprinkled candy.

Behind him was a group of little beggars and children from poor families, picking up candy all the way, and they all smiled brightly.

When the sedan chair arrived outside the Dacien Temple, four exhausted men slowly fell off the sedan chair.

There were two fierce evil spirits with bulging chests, like men and women, who were more like women, and rushed forward, supporting the fat man, pulling him up from the sedan chair, and then struggling to support him.

"Yu! Yu! I finally arrived at Dacien Temple, which is so exhausting! I, Sukrusu, are about to see the Living Buddha. When I see the Living Buddha, I must ask, I have done so many good things in my life. Do I have any chance to go to the Western Paradise and enjoy blessings in the future!" As I spoke, the fat man gave me candy again, and his big hand waved his candy like rain, smashing into the crowd. Not to mention those children, many adults were snatching him.

In this year, sugar is a luxury.

What's more, the crispy candy that is made by the fat man, which is even more expensive than gold and silver.

"Who is this person?"

"Such a big style!" someone asked in the crowd.

Someone immediately answered: "You don't know him? The famous Su Dashan Man in Chang'an City likes to do two things in his life, one is to make money, and the other is to do good deeds. When doing good deeds, he likes to give people candy. It is said that it is because he thinks that sugar is the most beautiful thing in the world, and tastes it to feel the existence of Western bliss. So he hopes that everyone can feel the beauty of this world like him by eating candy."

"In this way, he is indeed an amazing person! Although it is a bit strange..." The people around him who had nodded and said, "They didn't know this fat man yet.

"Haha! Su Da Shanren? It's ridiculous!" A little old man wearing brocade and an old face couldn't help but sneer.

"Can you know that 70% of the brothels in Chang'an City are related to him? How many of the di Piliu mángyou in Chang'an City regard him as his lord?"

"In the 20th year of Zhenguan, there was a night emperor in Chang'an. It is said that the daytime is the emperor's world, and at night... it is the final decision of this great charity Su." The old man's voice turned low.

"Huh? Isn't this Mr. Liu from the Ministry of Revenue?" There were so many people and some people recognized the identity of this little old man.

The little old man's expression changed slightly, and his feet slipped a few times. The person had already flashed into the crowd and disappeared.

In the crowd, Chu He happened to see this scene and heard this conversation, touched his big bald head with his hand.

Since over-inspiring potential and causing physical aging, the only smooth part of his body is probably the only smooth one on his body.

Only this head can feel the touch.

"Emperor Ye! However, some people really dare to call such a nickname. And it was when the Holy Emperor was in power."

"And what happened to Mr. Liu from the Ministry of Revenue? When he pointed out Su Kelu's identity and was exposed, he left in a hurry..."

Although the so-called wind blows at the end of the green duckweed seems to be just a small matter, Chu He smells an unusual smell.

It's like the eve of a big storm coming.

That dull and moisturized thing has begun to erode the world, and can be detected by sensitive people and rheumatoid arthritis.

Su Dashan was still giving out candy, and he used his fat and generous palms to touch the dirty little beggar's heads without any disgust, with a smile on his face.

A gentle and kind expression was hanging on his smiling face, just like Maitreya Buddha in a temple.

"Purchase people's hearts?"

"No! No! This is a feudal society, an era when the emperor decides life and death. No matter how famous it is among the people, if it violates the emperor's taboo, it will still be executed in the whole family and there will be no corpse after death."

"Is it from the sincerity?"

"This is even more wrong. How many families can be destroyed by raising accounts in the gambling house? The brothel is like a sea of ​​fire, attracting countless girls from good families and their lives are desolate. In these years, not many people voluntarily come out for luxury and prosperity. Most of them are forcing good people to become prostitutes." Chu He stared at Su Kelu and looked at him a few more times, secretly remembering this person in his heart.

When Chu He arrived at Dacien Temple, it naturally means that Master Xuanzang had decided to attend this Dharma Assembly.

As the saying goes, people are in the world and they cannot help themselves.

A Buddhist sect where all four elements are empty is not a world of martial arts?

Since Master Xuanzang is a great Buddhist monk today and has a vague momentum to take charge of the Niu Er, this is related to the entire Middle-earth Buddhist sect that bring honor and disgrace, so he cannot sit idly by and really put it aside.

What's more, the root of this matter is him, and he can't avoid it at all.

The sun is about to climb to the center of the sky.

As long as noon is past, if Master Xuanzang is not yet, it means Master Xuanzang avoids fighting.

In this way, it is equivalent to admitting defeat and surrendering.

The Middle-earth Buddhism was like being slapped hard on the face by these foreign Indian monks.

There were many soldiers sent by the imperial court to maintain order. The monks from India offered immortal medicine and gained the attention of Li Shimin.

What's more, these are foreign monks who have no foundation in Middle Earth.

It is just used to support, split, and deal with Buddhism.

Always, foreign monks have been fond of chanting scriptures, and most of them have always had this principle.

If you look around the outside, you can find some Taoist priests who are watching the fun and watching the strange things.

They were hoping that Master Xuanzang would not appear, so that the momentum of the entire Middle-earth Buddhist sect would be severely suppressed. As for a few mere Indian monks, that would be nothing. If they really dared to be presumptuous, my Dadao Sect had ten thousand ways to make them unable to survive in the Tang Dynasty. (https:)
Chapter completed!