"It seems that Cihang Jingzhai is still a little restless!"

After the yellow horse crossed the river, Yang Yi pondered in his heart, "Ning Daoqi did not stop me and these two disciples, but came to stop me. It seemed that he had already communicated with Cihang Jingzhai, so he changed his original plan to stop me!"

He sneered inwardly, "At the time of entering Dita Peak, I will ask Fan Qinghui!"

Fan Qinghui is the current generation of veterinarians in Cihang Jingzhai, and is also Shi Feixuan’s master and Bi Xiuxin’s senior sister.

After that, there will be no one to block the road.

When it was dark, Luoyang City was already in sight.

Luoyang is located on the south bank of the Yellow River, with Mangshan in the north, Luoshui in the south, Huhulao in the east, and Hangu in the west. It is surrounded by mountains. The Luoyang Plain in the middle, with four rivers flowing through the Yi, Luo, Na and Stream. It is not only a dangerous situation, but also beautiful scenery, fertile soil, moderate climate, and convenient canal transportation.

Therefore, since ancient times, the capitals of the Xia, Shang, Eastern Zhou, Eastern Han, Cao Wei, Western Jin, Northern Wei, and Sui have been established here.

The so-called Heyang is located in the Central Plains and responds to all directions. Luoyang is the key to the world's transportation and military fortress.

After Yang Guang ascended the throne, he chose another capital in Luoyang and established a new capital.

The new imperial city is located between the King of Zhou and the ancient cities of Han and Wei dynasties. It exceeds the Rangshui in the east, crosses the Luo River in the south, borders the Jian River in the west, and is backed by Mangshan in the north. The city is more than fifty miles around, and it is magnificent.

Yang Guang also took Luoyang as the center and dug out a Grand Canal that reaches Hangzhou in the south, reaches Zhuojun in the north, and runs across the north and south, connecting the five major water systems of Haihe River, Yellow River, Huaihe River, Yangtze River, and Qiantang River, and Luoyang has become the central hub for world-wide transportation and commerce.

In Yang Yi's opinion, Luoyang, a city in the "world" in hand, gathering wealth from all directions is much better than Chang'an City at this time.

With Luoyang's status, it is extremely convenient to go north and south, and to fight east and west. In addition, the fertile land is far superior to Guanzhong. Whether it is to raise soldiers or educate the people, it is the first choice.

Using this as the foundation, he fought for the world and pacified the four directions, and had a great position. This was why he took the first move, and he killed Wang Shichong and his son and captured Luoyang City.

The strategic location of this city is really too important.

In the sky, just bypassing a hill in front, you can enter Luoyang City.

The hill in front of you is not very high, and you can see a Buddhist temple hidden in it in the shade of trees.

The drums began to ring on the top of the mountain.

Yang Yi's heart moved and he looked up at the mountain. Although it was already dusk, with Yang Yi's eyesight at this time, there was actually not much difference between day and night.

On a large rock in the open area of ​​the mountain, a young monk in white was standing, looking down at Yang Yi. When he saw Yang Yi looking up, he smiled slightly at Yang Yi and bowed together. Then he turned around and took a step forward, and disappeared from Yang Yi's vision.

Yang Yi pondered slightly, drove his horse forward, and climbed directly to the top of the mountain from the forest.

At this time, the yellow horse was much more skillful than the martial arts master. The four hooves exerted force and instantly jumped into the air with Yang Yi. When they fell down, they had already reached the treetops and rushed towards the top of the mountain like a pegasus.

After a few drum beats, a melodious bell sound was then sprinkled down, and a leisurely and quiet charm naturally brought out from the thick bell sound.

The yellow horse circled around, as fast as lightning. When it arrived above a big tree, it suddenly stopped.

Sitting upright and looking right away, the entire temple was presented to Yang Yi's vision.

When I looked at the foot of the mountain, I didn't see how big it was. Now, standing on the big tree at the temple gate and looking at the overall situation, I realized that the size of this temple is so large that it is rare in the world.

The buildings in the temple are as large as hundreds of rooms, like a small city. Even the imperial palace in Chang'an is not as good as that.

The yellow horse gently fell from the big tree and arrived before the exquisitely carved bluestone archway on the mountain road.

There are four big characters engraved on the archway, and the Tao is: Jingmin Zen Temple.

Following the stone stairs, the towering pagoda in the temple approached each other inch by one person and horse. Yang Yi could see images of Buddhas, goddesses and other carved on the four walls of the pagoda. The wind blew, and the copper bells hanging on the eaves of the pagoda made a crisp sound, mixed with the floating thick bells, full of an indescribable peaceful charm.

The stone staircase is at the second level of the mountain gate and has reached its end.

There is a couplet engraved on the stone strips on both sides of the gate.

The first couplet: The morning bell and evening drums remind the world of fame and fortune.

The second couplet: The sutra calls the Buddha's name to call back the sea of ​​suffering and dreams of fascination.

The horizontal draft on the square forehead engraved is: The person who enters is destined to be destined.

After reading it for a while, Yang Yi smiled and said, "The couplet is good. The magic snail is beating, so what's the use of?"

The door was already open at this time, and Yang Yi did not get off his horse, and walked straight into the courtyard with one horse.

On the Baishi Square in the courtyard, there were several monks cleaning the snow on the floor. When they saw him walking into the temple, they didn't realize anything was wrong. After looking at him, they continued to clean, and didn't even go to a questioner.

Yang Yi didn't care. People from both Buddhism and Taoism, especially the so-called big names, were a bit abnormal and could not be judged reasonably.

On the central axis of the huge Baishi Square, facing Yang Yi was a seven-bedroom hall. The hall was brightly lit at this time, and the smell of sandalwood slowly emanated from it, peaceful and quiet.

Yang Yi still didn't get off his horse, so he urged his horse into the hall, and walked in straight.

Several old monks in the hall were sitting upright with their eyes closed, as if they had been waiting for a long time. After hearing the sound of horse hooves in the hall, several old monks opened their eyes at the same time, all of them showing surprise.

They have seen many people who see Buddha but do not worship him, but this is the first time that the person who urges his horse to enter the Buddha's temple has seen him.

The four old monks looked at each other.

The gold-suited Buddhas worshipped in the hall are in a row of solemn atmospheres. There are dozens of Buddhist arhats with various movements on both sides of the Buddha statue. They are slightly larger than those of the real person, but they are slightly the same height as Yang Yi.

It seems like it is Yang Yi or it is like it.

Yang Yi finished scanning the statues of the Arhat on both sides, and his eyes returned to the big Buddha with incense sticks in front of him.

Suddenly a loud shout rang out from an old monk, "Why do you want to enter the temple without worshiping Buddha?"

Yang Yi looked at the old monk who scolded him and smiled and said, "If I worship Buddha, I'm afraid the Buddha will not be able to withstand it."

The old monk was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then shook his head and smiled, "I am merciful, and the donor is too arrogant!"

He stood up and worshiped the Buddha and said, "Whoever, the emperors, generals, emperors, court officials in the world, has never thought that I had bowed to you? I have never seen anyone who could not stand me."

After hearing this, Yang Yi dismounted and glanced at the old monk deeply, "Do you want me to visit this mud fetus?"

The old monk sighed: "As soon as you become a Buddha statue, I am a Buddha, no matter whether it is gold, stone, grass or trees."

Yang Yi laughed and said, "In my life, except for my parents, I have never even kneeled down to worship the world, but you want me to worship Buddha?"

He laughed, "Then I'll give it a prayer!"

He bowed slightly to the big Buddha in front of him.

When his bowing began, the mud tire on the opposite side began to change. Every time Yang Yi's body lowered one inch, the gold-suited Buddha on the opposite side leaned back one inch. As Yang Yi's body suddenly fell down, the big Buddha, which was as stable as a mountain, suddenly seemed like an old man with a head-heavy foot and a serious illness. He then leaned up and smashed a big hole in the wall behind him, and threw it straight out of the hall, breaking it into countless mud pieces.

"A little Buddha dares to accept me?"

Yang Yi laughed a long time, stepped out of the hall, and walked towards the other side of Baishi Square.

The young monk who just smiled at him on the mountain was in the bronze hall opposite.

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!