Guoqing Temple was destroyed by war, but it was repeatedly destroyed and built. The incense has been passed down to this day, and it has a history of thousands of years. After the founding of the country, the Taizong of this dynasty ordered the reconstruction, and the purpose of building the temple was changed from the original "If the temple is formed, the country will be Qing" to "The temple will be formed." From this, Guoqing Temple became a royal temple. After decades of development, it has become a famous place with great incense. There is a temple fair held every 15th of a month.

It can be regarded as a large-scale trading center.

While recalling the information he knew, Jia Zhen slowly raised his eyes and looked at the stone steps hidden in the mountains and forests. Compared to the lively yard of the front yard of Guoqing Temple, the back mountain is very quiet, with towering ancient trees everywhere, and you can hear the melodious birds singing.

Walking up the stairs, Jia Zhen looked at the children sideways. The little princes knew the sound of sorrow and joy, and did not show off their temper. They cheered each other and motivated to climb up. Jia Yu's face was not red, he was not angry, and he walked steadily. However, he was quite stylish. He raised his hand and held Jia Zhi and took the people step by step.

Yes, among these children, Jia Zhi is the youngest and doesn't like sports the most. After learning from Jia She, he has a bad habit. He will never stand if he can lie down, and will never stand if he can sit down. He usually reads this book and can basically not move around for a day. He is a little bit expensive and has a little bit of care in the Northeast.

But it was strange. He kept walking silently, sweating broke out on his forehead, and no one could tell.

Although he was puzzled, Jia Zhen didn't say much. Anyway, these children are good at brothers and sisters, and they help the little sister in unity.

After walking for more than half an hour, Jia Zhen looked at the two emperors standing on the hillside, and his eyes were a little strange. He knew that the emperor was wearing a slight condolence, but now, before they set off, this person was still discussing with other people from the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Rites in the palace how to beat Emperor Zai Luosha.

Now, he waved his hand, avoided everyone's salutes, and signaled everyone to be quiet. His eyes were filled with worry and looked at the emperor standing on the edge of the mountain. Although his father was rarely cruel and ordered Zhongshun to be deposed, he had been a son and a father after all, and he understood the pain in his father's heart.

The emperor looked at the coffins with his eyes, looked sideways at the towering mountains, and laughed: "The green mountains buried their bones but not their names."

Everyone trembled when they heard this. In the silence, they heard a silence: "I am willing to defend my country."

Everyone looked at Jia Zhi in a daze.

Jia Zhi secretly hid behind Jia Yu, poked his head out, and whispered: "My grandfather took me to tell fortunes and said that his great-grandfather and his great-grandfather would bless me in heaven. This is the sentence behind the great-grandfather's eternal light, and grandfather asked me to remember it."

After hearing this, the emperor smiled, "That's right. Only your great-grandfather can do this level."

After saying that, the emperor looked at the present with a steady look, saying, "I hope that one day they will enjoy worship openly. I also hope that you can remember that the emperor is not only power, but also the responsibility of shouldering the people."

"Yes, my son will definitely keep it in mind."

"I hope that one day, in addition to the emperor, there are also heroes who died for the country, and these spiritual inheritances can also be long live. "The emperor said while patting his shoulders today, "If one day comes true, I will never forget to tell my husband about the family sacrifice. Now, you are here to preside over it."

After this, the emperor smiled again, walked towards Jia Zhi, and looked up and down, "Daughter, I heard you are playing with Rakshasa Emperor? This won't work. We are in the same camp, not with each other."

Jia Zhi: “…………”

The style of the Emperor's painting changed too quickly. Even though Jia Zhen, who had been paying attention to the Emperor, had not turned his mind for a while. But no matter what, when he heard the Emperor talking about "Long live the hero", Jia Zhen was still a little touched. He looked at the scene where the Emperor asked the little princes to salute to the coffin. His eyes flashed, and his eyes glanced quietly.

If the heirs today also have this mind...

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After the ceremony, Jia Zhen followed the emperor and his party to the Zen Temple. After a simple meal, Jia Zhen waved her sleeves and did not take away a son. Instead, she took Bao Mian away. She looked at him with trust, and could only twitch the corners of her mouth, accept her fate as a nanny, and took a string of energetic princes to visit Guoqing Temple. Jia Yu accompanied Jia Zhi and the Emperor back to the palace.

"Yes, then we will come to this main hall, which is called the Great Hall. What you see now is a very golden statue of Buddha." Jia Zhen racked his brains and found that he was really illiterate, so he could only make a fool of himself: "As the saying goes, go into the mountain gate and pray for peace of mind."

Although he loves to study, his major is not right. In modern times, he often takes photos when visiting temples. He basically listens to other tour guides, and his left ear goes out of his right ear. Not to mention, he is temporarily given a sect for him to temporarily identify which sect of Buddhism and what he worships. He can be an all-round genius.

"Big brother, why don't you know any allusions?" The Seventh Prince looked desperate: "They all said you are the distant nephew whom Grand Tutor Song admitted."

"There is no logical relationship between the two." Jia Zhen looked at the row of saplings and tried his best, "But you can learn from me. My living example shows that you should cherish time and study hard, otherwise you will not understand anything when you grow up."

"I know, if you don't work hard for the young and old, you will only be sad."

"Okay, okay, go and worship, and ask the Buddha and Bodhisattva to bless you all to be healthy and happy every day."

"You have to be smart!" The Seventh Prince added a grievance.

The sixth prince secretly answered Jia Zhen’s doubts: “The seventh brother admires Grand Tutor Song the most. But Big Brother, you disappoint us so much, and we martial artists are all very upright. You must study hard in the future. It’s not too late to start learning now.”

"Okay." Jia Zhen responded, but his eyes swept to the monk Wuhui who was smiling and couldn't even restrain himself. The presiding disciple of this temple is said to be quite proficient in Buddhism.

"The master seems to have something to say?" Jia Zhen raised his eyebrows and smiled when he saw the little monk looking green and tender.

"I think the donor does not believe in my Buddha." Facing Jia Zhen's gaze, Wu Huiheshi's face became solemn and said seriously after seeing the ceremony.

"My father believes in the Tao. You understand the dispute over Buddhism and Taoism." Jia Zhen dragged Jia Jing out to take the blame without any haste.

"Then why do you think that sincerity is effective? You can add sesame oil when you enter the mountain gate?"

"Master," Jia Zhen raised his eyes and looked at him. He still felt the golden statue of the Buddha, and said in a deep voice: "In our secular world, it is the etiquette that we should pay attention to our master's house. I am not here to play a house today, so I should abide by the Buddhist rules."

"Interesting, I think I can do the best of the donor," Wuhui looked at the statue with a piety, but when she opened her mouth, she smiled, "I can say that my fate is my own, not my god."

Hearing this, Jia Zhen's heart trembled, feeling that this monk might have some divine abilities. But when he looked up, he saw that the person's eyes were indifferent, and he bent down with a smile to guide the princes to salute and answer various whimsical questions.

After patiently coaxing the princes, Jia Zhen approached Wuhui and said sincerely: "I wonder if the master can take a step to speak. I want to ask the master for some things."

"The donor is joking. How could the donor's mind change due to a few words from others?" Wuhui smiled and bent down: "I am giving the donor a word to you because of the fact that I have a relationship with Ling Mei, so I will give the donor a word and don't forget my original intention."

"Thank you, Master, but..." Jia Zhen frowned, "Dare you ask why the master is destined to be with my sister?"

"Let the sister be destined to be with Buddhism and has a lot of wisdom."

Jia Zhen: "……………” As for the current turtle, how smart is there?

"Don't misunderstand this mysterious and mysterious thing, a person's life will be finalized." Master Wuhui smiled: "I have a fate with Ling Mei, but she wants to learn some face-to-face skills from the nun. She asked me if I would like to accept another disciple, and highly recommended one person, her father Jia Jing."

Jia Zhen: “…………”

"You brothers and sisters are also interesting."

"Thank you, Master, you are also very interesting." Jia Zhen smiled and said goodbye. No matter whether the master had some divine power or not, he didn't care too much. After all, he asked someone to share his little secret from the beginning. Or in his eyes, time travel was not the most secret thing worth hiding in his heart.

He safely sent the princes back to the palace, and led Jia Lian, who was almost "watching the girl's stone" outside the palace gate, to the Jia family martial arts hall.

Looking at the rare gathering of Jia family men, Jia Zhen cleared his throat and first cared about the future choice of spouses of the three golden men.

Jia Lian was well prepared and said, "I have basically decided on the candidates, the daughter of Mi Shang Lu. Miss Lu delayed the flowering period because of mourning. It would be great if I could succeed. I have inquired about it and she followed her family business and was also a good butler."

Upon hearing this, Jia Qiang shook his head, "Uncle Zhen, I don't have that specific idea yet."

Jia Rong also shook her head, "Dad, I don't want to marry yet. I don't think I can support myself."

"They are the truth, Jia Rong, are you sorry for saying this?" Jia Zhen said in a deep voice: "The news has reached the emperor. Are you nothing to do with that lady of the Wang family?"

"Which lady of the Wang family?" Jia Rong was surprised and very aggrieved. "Dad, since I was sensible, I have never touched the fingers of the maid at home. I was so busy that I could not afford to spend time under the moon."

"Is that true?" Jia Zhen said the information he knew from now on, and looked at Jia Rong with a confused look on his face, puzzled: "The emperor wouldn't joke about such things, right? He was so confident. If the Lord Wang hadn't begged him, he would have said it?"

"But..." Jia Rong scratched her head: "I really didn't. That time it was not a party. They drank too much. Didn't you say that the Golden Egg Group should be treated well and that they should be at home. So I sent it home one by one. When I was sent back, I met their family, of course I had a smile on my face."

"That's because your face is so sarcastic. It's so colorful that the little girl's heart is unconsciously secretly." Jia Zhen looked at Jia Rong's face, but she believed in people's innocence.

"Anyway, the Wang family doesn't mention this matter. If you are not happy, you will pretend that you don't know." Jia Zhen said in a deep voice: "Then it will be related to the Wang family. The son-in-law of the Wang family, Yuwen, Hao, who is the one who looks good and the Yinyin girl from Qunfang Pavilion, who will come forward to hook up and get along with me."

The three of them looked at each other, looked at Jia Zhen in disbelief, and said in unison: "Why?"

"She is a courtesan! Or the kind of guy who can be selected into the level of Muzhibin. The special guards are all big and thick men. Where can we get close to you? You are all once famous and romantic young men, and it is not normal for you to spend a lot of money?" Jia Zhen said objectively about the investigation: "Yinyin's real name is Wu Yin, and she is also a match with Yu Wen Hao, and the Qing family's basketball team. However, nine years ago, Wu Yin's father, Suzhou Prefect was beheaded for corruption, and she became a military prostitute. Yu Wen Hao immediately asked to marry the fifth lady of the Wang family. Through the Wang family, Wu Yin's stealing dragons and turning phoenixes were replaced."

"Dad, I don't understand. Since I have transferred it, why are you in a brothel? Help me set up a place, even if you are an outdoor room, it's better than the famous courtesan today?"
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