Chapter 136: The overbearing queen conquers the unintentional holy monk 5
Huangjue Temple is located in the inner courtyard of the deep palace, with a quiet and solemn environment. The Daxiong Hall of the Morning Bell and the Twilight Drum and the monastery and guest quarters are all available. Not only are the Buddhists solemn and elegant, but also the royal grandeur.
The Qingluo country was a Buddhist, and the late emperor was particularly devout. In his spare time, he often went to the Buddhist hall to meditate and listen to meditation.
Therefore, when the first emperor was in power, Huangjue Temple was renovated, and many precious classics were stored in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.
The monks in Huangjue Temple are not divided into men and women, they must be clean and handsome, and they must be in line with etiquette.
When Shu Ange walked into the temple, his eyes lit up, and he remembered the poems about the deep flowers and trees in the meditation room where the winding path leads to the secluded place.
The sound of the bell and the Buddha sings and curls, making people involuntarily calm.
When the monks saw Shu Ange, they didn't kneel, and they didn't feel surprised. They just folded their hands and recited the Buddha's name.
Such a peaceful atmosphere made Shu Ange, who had just entered the mission world, happy.
Seeing the mysterious mirror, Shu Ange hesitated for a moment, then took a detour to the Bookstore, picked out a few out-of-print scriptures, and asked his entourage to take them with him.
The breeze is blowing, and in the late spring season, the palace is full of purple and red, and the scenery is very beautiful.
Shu Ange wore a plain-colored long gown and took off the heavy twelve jade and purple-gold crown. Her hair stood up only with a hollowed-out gold and silver twisted silk crown.
The dignified atmosphere of Yun Wangyuesheng, who has been in a high position for a long time, is not vulgar and frivolous. If you compare it with flowers, only the graceful and luxurious country color of peony is commensurate with the heavenly fragrance.
Shu Ange was walking on the bluestone road, the flower walls, shadow walls, rockeries and waters scattered, the long-lasting sound of wooden fish, and the Sanskrit singing that directly touched the heart, which made her fully feel the essence of Buddhism.
The group stopped in front of a small white marble bridge and moved forward along the tortuous covered bridge. In the center of the lake stood an extremely elegant house.
The two attendants each carried a book case and escorted Shu Ange to the bridge, while the others waited in place.
In the late spring, there was only a little duckweed in the water, and a small boat was leaning on the shore. If you wait until summer, the lotus leaves will be infinitely green, and the lotus flowers in the sun will be interesting.
Living in the middle of the water, the scenery is beautiful and can be separated from the world, the queen's treatment of the mysterious mirror is really different.
The vermilion doors and windows are close at hand, and the sound of wooden fish accompanied by Qingyue's chanting sounds faintly.
The door was locked, and the entourage put down the bookcase and opened the key and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, please."
Shu Ange secretly thought about a bad fate, and stepped into the main hall. The hall is spacious and bright, with famous landscape paintings hanging, and the ebony Taishi chair is clean and bright.
The second attendant sent the bookcase to the study, and after the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed, they left respectfully.
The sound of chanting the scriptures never stopped, and the tone of voice did not fluctuate. Shu Ange sighed in his heart. Xuanjing is really a high-ranking monk, and his heart is like a dead tree in the face of the empress.
Xuanjing meditated in the back hall, only a few curtains away from the front hall.
The curtains here are not as splendid as that of the Shu'an Song Palace, and they are mostly made of bamboo without any decoration except for the mottled bamboo patterns.
Shu Ange stretched out his slender hand and opened the curtains one after another. When the cyan figure fell into his pupils, his heart collided like bells and drums, and his heart echoed.
He sat cross-legged as still as a mountain, but there was a faint aftertaste surrounding him, reminding her of the rain in Qingming and the lights in the depression.
The sound of the wooden fish, his eyes are clean and dignified, his eyes are slightly closed when chanting sutras, and he has a look of compassion and compassion.
Xuan Jing was very good, and Shu Ange didn't know how to describe his eyebrows when he looked at him. Such a description of Junmei is too fireworks on him, and his temperament is too holy and pure, making people afraid to give offense.
Shu Ange seemed to have been immobilized, and finally the system beep broke the deadlock.
"The goal of this mission: Mysterious Mirror, the initial favorability is 10."
In an instant, all compassion and emotion dissipated, and Shu Ange almost jumped on the spot.