The moonlight is like water, illuminating the numerous courtyards of White Horse Temple in Weizhou. In the Great Hall, blue smoke lingers, and the Buddha statue is majestic and solemn.

The abbot, Lezhi, took two little monks and walked slowly in front of the Buddha statue, wiped the dust falling on the lotus platform with a clean rag, and then poured clean water and carefully wiped the gold bricks on the ground.

He has been working for the same job for more than 30 years, from a little novice monk to an abbot. During this period, the name of the temple was changed three times, the golden body of the Buddha statue was re-plated for five times, and the persimmon tree outside the gate of the temple also changed from six to two. The only thing that has not changed is the bluestone gate of Shanku behind the temple, which was like thirty years ago and still now. Even if it was opened and closed for more than ten times every day, there was no wear or tear at all.

In the Shanku, the donations placed by various parts of Weizhou are kind and generous to others in the White Horse Temple in Weizhou. According to the rules of the White Horse Sect, the donors promised to give the donors one cent of interest every year. If someone fails to turn around or encounters trouble, he needs to borrow from the White Horse Temple, and the interest paid to the temple ranges from three to five cents.

Because it is close to the Yellow River Ferry, there are many merchants coming and going, so the income of Weizhou Baima Temple can be ranked among the entire Baima Sect. It is far more than that of Jizhou Baima Temple and Boling Baima Temple, which are also on Hebei Road, and can vaguely catch up with Hulao and Yangzhou.

The benefits in the temple are high, so the monks' treatment will naturally be good. Even the fragrance of respecting Buddha is three points thicker than that of other people's families. During evening classes, the monks' chanting scriptures are neat and mysterious, and can be spread from afar three miles away. It adds a bit of majesty to the courtyard wall and gate of Baima Temple in Weizhou.

However, it was late class again today, and the chanting of scriptures became much lower and sounded a little intermittent. The abbot tried to stop the work at hand several times and went to the chanting room to scold him. In the end, he forced himself to endure it.

The first priority in practicing is to cultivate the mind. There are many monks in White Horse Temple in Weizhou, but not every monk will practice like him, without any fear of honor and disgrace. Many disciples of the Wu and Tong generations have entered the temple for a short time and have experienced few storms. Recently, they hear some rumors about the sects, and they will inevitably feel uneasy.

However, no matter how big the storm is, it will pass sooner or later, and the White Horse Temple will not move. When the storm is over, these young monks who lack experience and concentration will naturally understand that their current thoughts are worrying about nothing.

As the abbot of White Horse Temple, he is also one of the oldest monks in the temple. He has seen many storms that are bigger than in front of him. Even if the storm is so big that it blows through the sky, its impact on the temple is just a change of name. More than ten years ago, White Horse Temple was called Dayun Temple. More than twenty years ago, Dayun Temple was also called Zhishan Temple. No matter how the name and plaque were changed, the Buddha statue was still the original Buddha statue, and the Shanku was still the original Shanku. As long as the Yellow River Ferry is not changed, the temple is destined to be prosperous.

"Abbot's senior brother, the White Horse Temple in Zezhou was slaughtered by evil people." The head of the house suddenly ran in hurriedly and whispered in a low voice, "We still have to prepare early in case of an accident."

"Let's do not make noise in front of the Buddha!" ​​The abbot raised his head and glanced at the head of the house calmly. The voice sounded as calm as the well water in the backyard. "There will naturally be a solution to the sect, and you and I don't need to worry about it."

"Sect, what has the sect deal with?" Li Zhu Yi changed his usual respect for his senior brother, frowned and stamped his feet, "Do you continue to buy bandits to give away the heads? Since you can't fight the devil, you shouldn't be provoking them anymore. Last time I lost four White Horse Temples, I handed over the senior brothers of several generations to take the blame. This time I lost even worse, leaving more handles for the devil..."

"Leizhu!" Leizhi put down the rag, looked at his junior brother's eyes, and paused word by word, "Your heart is in chaos!"

"I am confused. We are monks, not robbers. We do nothing every year and can make the temple incense flourish. Why do we have to take the initiative to cause trouble?!" Li Zhu followed him with his eyes wide open, not giving in. "Senior brother, you are old and have a high qualification, so you should have a place in the sect long ago. We can't let Huiming and others..."

"Stop your mouth!" Li Zhi finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he raised his eyebrows and scolded sternly: "Slander the teacher, the following is the best, the Buddha is making noise, bewitching his fellow disciples, you are deviled, have you become a demon? Go back and practice three days of meditation, and the first seat will be temporarily handed over to the stewardship of the Lord."

"Senior Brother?" Unexpectedly, his senior brother failed to get in, and the eyes of the head seat were red with anger. However, after gritting his teeth for a long time, he could not stop the years of accumulation of power. Finally, he paused and turned around.

"Amitabha!" Li Zhixuan said the Buddha's name, turned around and knelt in front of the Buddha statue of Tathagata, and lowered his head to repent for his junior brother.

He actually did not agree with many of the recent actions of the sect. However, the masters who were in power in the sect were highly respected. They chose to "eliminate demons and defend the way" because they stood high and looked far. As a "Le" abbot, Le Zhi did not think he was qualified to question the decisions of the masters.

What's more, if the uncles in trouble, they will naturally arrange people to solve it. Hebei and Hedong are separated by a Taihang Mountain. It is inevitable that the fellow disciples in Hedong will fail to eliminate demons and defend the road and are backfired. However, in a short time, the revenge of the demons will not affect the White Horse Temple in Weizhou, Hebei. With the strength of the White Horse Sect and the courage of the uncles, they will definitely be able to figure out the beginning and end in a month or two, and they don't need the White Horse Temple in Weizhou, Hebei to fight Hedong's heart.

After chanting the scriptures in a low voice several times, I felt that my heart had become unpredictable again. I slowly stood up and was about to continue cleaning the temple, but suddenly I heard another hurried footsteps from outside the door.

"Lezhu, what do you mean?" Without guessing, the abbot knew that it was the head of the head who was leading the trouble, frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"Senior brother, I just picked up an object in the yard." Li Zhu walked in quickly holding a long silk-wrapped object in his hand. Behind him, he followed Zhike, deacon and other monks with a strong reputation in the temple. Everyone had a serious face.

"What?" Li Zhi was stunned and instinctively reached out to pick up the package.

The silk fell silently, and a horizontal knife suddenly appeared in front of him. The head of the head suddenly exerted force and pushed the tip of the knife directly into his lower abdomen.

"Senior brother, I am merciful!" While turning the hilt of the knife hard, he chanted the Buddha's name. Then, he raised his foot and kicked him up and looked up to the sky.

"Gugu, Gugu, Gugu..." Blood gugu..." He gugu came out of his mouth and nostrils. He wanted to ask why, but he couldn't make any sound. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the Buddha who had been serving for many years.

On the lotus throne, the Buddha statue is still full of compassion, and the bright eyes of the candle are reflected in the good and evil and joy of the world.

"Open the Shanku, everyone is divided equally, and then, let's go our separate ways!" The voice of Le Zhu rang in his ears. He finally got the answer, but he died with his eyes closed!

No one looked at him again. He hurriedly took the key, opened the stone door of Shanku, and moved the gold, silver and copper coins inside as quickly as possible, and divided them all. Then he hurriedly left under the moonlight with big bags and small bags.

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The high-walled courtyard of the White Horse Temple on the south bank of the Yellow River, Bianzhou and the moonlight is particularly majestic.

A large group of people holding sharp blades quickly approached the White Horse Temple along the hillside, moving neatly like the legendary mountain charm.

Most of them were not wearing armor. Occasionally, they were also simple half-body leather armor. They were still just a little bit like Ge Bu's clothes when facing sharp arrows fired within fifty steps or sword spears that pierced towards each other!

The weather is a bit stuffy, so many people run, and big beads of sweat appear on their foreheads, which are shining by the full moon above their heads. Their eyes are also shining, like beating flames.

That is the flame of desire for wealth. According to rumors in recent times, every White Horse Temple has millions of money hidden in each White Horse Temple. If everyone can successfully open the White Horse Temple in front of them tonight, even if they don’t continue to be robbers in the rest of their lives, they will definitely not have to worry about food and drink.

"Brother Hong, you really fight. What if the Buddha was punished later..." Among the entire team, only the fifth leader Zheng Yuan's eyes were slightly dimmer than others. He panted and touched the boss Zhang Hongsheng and reminded him in a very low voice.

"What a shame!" Zhang Hongsheng, the chief boss, whispered his mouth, and Fang Fang's face instantly filled with disdain. "The monks in Baima Temple violated the precept of greed and were removed from the Buddha's name. Otherwise, they would not have lost a lot of defeat when they fought with others a few years ago."

"This, that's true!" Zheng Yuan, the fifth head, nodded slightly, then asked with a worried look on his face, "The money in Baima Temple is saved by the official. Let's smash the White Horse Temple. What if the governor and don't be anxious in Bianzhou City..."

"After doing this, let's go to Jingchu! There are many places and sparsely populated areas, and it is easy to settle down. We bought a new identity and wash our hands and become a rich man!" Zhang Hongsheng had already thought of a way out, looked around, waved his hands to greet the brothers and press forward as soon as possible, and responded in a low voice.

"The master is wise!" When the fifth boss Zheng Yuan heard this, his eyes quickly lit up, like two beating candles, "But, if you are not afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of something..."

"If you are afraid, don't eat this bowl of rice! "The boss Zhang Hongsheng was finally annoyed by him, stunned his eyes and whispered, "This is the Jianghu post under the arms of Luo Zu, the hero of Zhongzhou. He took advantage of the great injury of the White Horse Sect to kill it. Whoever grabs the wealth in the temple will be the one who will. After passing this village, when the government starts to attack the White Horse Sect, it is definitely not left to us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold arrow was already blowing in front of him with the sound of the wind. Zhang Hongsheng stopped communicating with his brothers without hesitation, and quickly raised the axe in his hand, knocking the cold arrow out of nowhere. Then, he raised the axe high above his head and swung hard towards the main entrance of Baima Temple, "Brothers, have been discovered. Let's get up side by side. Whoever grabs it will be the one who will be the one who will be able to catch it will not be able to pump water tonight."

"Go side by side!" The response instantly resounded across the hillside. More than 400 bandits from different villages held high axes, pitchforks, ropes, flying claws, guillotines and other objects, and rushed to the White Horse Temple at a faster speed, like a group of hunting wild wolves.

Feather arrows and stones kept flying out, knocking down an unlucky bandit. However, it could not stop the other bandits from walking. Soon, someone came to the wall of the temple, tied the flying claws in his hand, and threw them hard across the top of the wall. Immediately, a companion held a spear and a bow to provide cover for the owner of the flying claws, and the latter pulled the rope with both hands, stepped on the wall, and climbed quickly. In just two or three breaths, he jumped into the high wall.

The sound of weapons colliding sounded inside the high wall. Immediately afterwards, there were shrill screams and angry curses. The bandits outside the high wall turned a deaf ear to the screams and curses, threw more flying claws over the wall, and more accomplices were sent into the wall.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the battle was declared over. Seven monks in the temple died in battle, five injured, and the remaining more than eighty chose to surrender.

The bandit leader Zhang Hongsheng, referring to his previous experience of smashing the rich man's fortress, ordered people to lock the abbot, the head of the temple, and other guys with high status, who were usually high in the wing room. Then, in front of the other monks, he personally promised that whoever could take him to find the wealth in the temple would have the same qualifications as his brothers, and he would come and go freely afterwards.

The result of this promise was immediate. Several young monks who didn't even have a certificate of tribute and who usually did a hard job in the temple immediately "turned over". They first took Zhang Hongsheng to find the key to Shanku from the abbot's underwear, and then took the "heroes" straight to Shanku.

Half an hour later, thick smoke rose from Baima Temple in Bianzhou. The novice monks who turned against each other, carrying large bags and small packages, disappeared silently under the moonlight with the bandits who came to attack the temple. From then on, no one saw them on the ground of Henan Road again.

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The moonlight was like water, shining the bronze instruments on the Yangcheng Star Observatory.

Today's moon rises from the east, far away from the sun sets. The sunset and the moon rise are almost the same. This phenomenon once again shows that the Dingshuo half a month ago was completely accurate. After Huntianjian was independent from the Secretary-General, it was renamed the first battle of Sitianjian. With the efforts of everyone on the observatory, it will soon end with a complete victory.

The only difference is the lunar eclipse. If the lunar eclipse appears on schedule tonight, the revision of the Linde Calendar and verification of the Zijin Calendar can be temporarily declared. The revised "Linde Calendar" will be as expected by the court at first, and there is no problem in insisting on using it for another five or six years. The five or six years of the situation is enough for everyone to thoroughly understand the "Purple De Calendar" and explain it clearly according to the "Book of Changes".

As for the "Nine-Zhi Calendar" that was highly praised, go wherever it should be cool! Even the most basic sun and the sun are not matched. The so-called precision was completely bragging about the Indians! (Note: In formal history, "Nine-Zhi Calendar" was inaccurate and was compared and verified during the Xuanzong period.)

"Here, here!" Before the glass mirror erected diagonally towards the moon, an official suddenly shouted excitedly. "Starting the penumbra, the moonlight turns from bright as the sun to darkness."

The observatory was suddenly filled with people. All the technical officials of Si Tianjian were either looking at the reflection in the mirror or observing the changes of the full moon with their naked eyes. Everyone was inexplicably excited on their faces.

"The first loss, the first loss! The time is reported, one minute and three minutes at the hour of Hai! The difference between the armillary sphere is only five minutes! Heaven! It is really only five minutes!" The shouting continued, with the excitement of a false bag. (Note: Here is not a minute, but a tenth of a moment)

Some people took out a brush and quickly recorded it on white paper. Some people turned different mirrors to follow the movement of the moon. Some people raised their necks high and looked at the moon without blinking, waving their fists and bursting into tears.

The failure of solar eclipse and lunar eclipse has been predicted many times in succession, which has made Si Tianjian’s superiors and subordinates increasingly unconfidence in speaking in front of colleagues in other departments. Their usual hard observation and calculation work has also been ridiculed by some vicious censors as “pretentious”.

Everyone had already held their breath and wanted to turn over. However, they could not find a way to turn over, nor could they seize the opportunity to turn over. This time, the Sun Sun was recalibrated, and the Sun Sun was completely verified. The lunar eclipse, calculated using a new method, actually changed from heaven to cera and parting! (Note: In the early Ming Dynasty, the specific time of the lunar eclipse can be accurately measured within a quarter of an hour)

"Here you come!" Shuofang's army led Zhou Quji to walk up the steps quickly, avoiding the excited crowd around him, and whispered in Zhang Qian's ear. "The scouts were three miles away and found suspicious figures. The total number was less than five hundred, and the equipment was mainly spears and horizontal knives, carrying some corner bows."

"You can deal with it yourself, and all the servants are all assigned by you. As we agreed in advance, don't worry about my side!" Zhang Qian put down the extra-large monocoal primitive telescope and nodded slightly at Zhou Quji.

Zhou Quji bowed and then left quickly, from beginning to end, without disturbing any officials from Si Tianjian.

As one of the few people on the observatory who had nothing to do with Si Tianjian, Luo Huaizu discovered something different with his intuition. He quickly approached Zhang Qian, put his armor on his hands and asked in a low voice: "Is it really here? They are so brave that they dare to attack the observatory. They really don't want to leave any face for the court!"

"I'm confident and fearless, this is what I'm talking about!" Zhang Qian smiled and exhaled gently at the moon that had just lost.

More than twenty days have passed since the first encounter with the interception. The court has not dealt with the White Horse Sect so far. Instead, someone secretly colluded with the White Horse Sect to create conditions for the bandits, and the court has not given any answers. It seems that the entire interception operation, from beginning to end, was planned and implemented by the monk Leku alone, and it has nothing to do with others.

This made Zhang Qian feel very cold, although he had long seen that Li Xian was not very competent as an emperor. As a time traveler, he still expected that Yingtian Shenlong Li Xian could stand up in time and give him an explanation. Even if this statement was not completely fair.

But now, what he can see and do is to use his own means to attack Shu Jia. Although with the help of Zhou Quji, Luo Huaizu and others, he almost always has a sure victory in every fight. However, he felt very uncomfortable and even felt more and more regretful.

This is not the Tang Dynasty he had longed for in another time and space. The Tang Dynasty should never be like this! If there is a conflict between officials, they will bring their servants to raise their swords and chop each other. What is the point? If even the most basic order cannot be guaranteed, how could the Kaiyuan prosperous era appear as scheduled? What did the Tang Dynasty use to convince the Four Barbarians?!

"Do you want to wear armor?" Luo Huaizu's voice sounded in his ears again, with a hint of excitement. "I'll give you the armor back. With my skills, it's not easy for others to hurt me."

The days he has lived in the past few days are the days he really wants. To him, going to the academy to teach Mao’s children to practice martial arts was completely torture. He was a child of the Mo family. The child of the Mo family was chopped with a knife and would only chop back with a knife. He would not cry and ask others to make decisions.

"No, the thief can't kill you!" Zhang Qian's mind was finally pulled back to the world in front of him by Luo Huaizu's question. After thinking for a while, he stopped the other party's armor removal with a smile, "You should wear it, I think the iron armor is so uncomfortable. When you really encounter an emergency, just seal the entrance stairs of the observatory platform, don't worry about me!"

"Yes!" Luo Huaizu thought for a while, and Zheng focused on it.

The observatory only has a passage with steps to provide up and down, and the width of the passage is only six feet wide and narrow, which can be sealed tightly by him with one knife.

If a thief really breaks through the blockade of the Shuofang Army brigade, Luo Huaizu will become the guardian god of all the nerds on the observatory. Of course, this guardian god cannot be used. If Zhang Qian wants him to do his best, he will have to pay 180 kilograms of black medicine powder at any time, or directly tell him the formula of the black medicine powder! (Note: Brigade, a brigade in the Tang Dynasty, a brigade of 100 people.)

"Wuwu, wuwu, wuwu..." A few horns came from the observatory. It was very slight, and it was difficult to tell which side came from both the enemy and us. The technical officials of the Sitianjian who were observing and recording the changes in the moon phase looked out at the audience in surprise, and could not see anything except the dense branches and leaves.

He quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhang Qian. Then, he put his heart back into his stomach. Zhang Shaojian, who had a higher official position than them, didn't even wear armor! He was still carrying his telescope that could see very far but was deformed in everything. This shows that everything is under control, and there is no need for everyone to be nervous!

"You continue to observe the lunar eclipse, I'm the other things!" Zhang Qian also keenly noticed the uneasiness of the officials, waved to everyone with a smile, then raised the original telescope, aimed at the source of the sound, and tried hard to adjust the distance between the two lenses.

Under the interference of layers of branches and leaves, he could not see anything. The moonlight was too dark to see the figures in the woods. Near the observatory, the sound of trumpets became clearer and clearer, faintly mixed with the sound of weapons and the neighing of people and horses.

"There is a fire over there! It's a rocket, someone is shooting a rocket lighting!" Luo Huaizu felt itchy and pushed Zhang Qian's shoulder hard.

Zhang Qian opened his left eye, which was not blocked by the telescope, quickly swept him, and then turned the telescope to the point of his finger. In an instant, several balls of beating fire and dozens of twisted figures quickly entered his right eye through the lens!

They are bandits! Or the soldiers dressed as bandits! There are more than tens of them, and there are still many figures shaking in the place not illuminated by the fire. However, their numerical advantage has no effect on the outcome of the battle.

Neither the 100 brothers of the Shuofang Army or the servants of Guo and Ren families, under the command of Zhou Quji, had no direct contact with the bandits. Instead, they hid in the dark and kept firing arrows at the bandits' heads.

Most of the arrows came silently and quietly took away their lives. Only a few arrows were wrapped in lit oil cloth behind the arrowheads. After being shot out, they dragged beautiful tail marks in the air, poking them on the trunks or grass like candles, illuminating the bandits' surroundings.

The bandits rushed forward with weapons and shields, and were then shot over by more than a dozen feather arrows, and had to stagger back. Then, they were covered by feather arrows and had to dodge left and right. However, no matter whether they chose to charge or dodge, there were always feather arrows waiting for them, causing them to lose their troops at a slow but constant rhythm, their formation became more and more chaotic, and their movements became more and more clumsy.

There was a "bandit leader" wearing mountain armor, who suddenly waved his spear and rushed forward. On both sides of his body, several followers used shields to form two barriers for him. However, they had only thrust forward less than twenty steps. Before they could escape Zhang Qian's telescope, seven or eight burning fire jars hit the people hard.

The fire jar fell to the ground and shattered, and alcohol with starch and vegetable oil splashed everywhere. The bandit leader who had penetrated the mountain pattern armor had his entire thigh ignited. He decisively threw down his spear and fell to the ground, trying to extinguish the flames with rolling actions. His followers also threw down the burning shields and used various methods to extinguish the fire, but they could not weaken the flames on their bodies at all.

Dozens of feathered arrows fell from the air, bringing down most of the followers of Shanwen Kai. The followers who were lucky enough to be uninjured dragged their bodies to the fire and ran back. Along the way, the bandits dodged one after another, and no one dared to let them get close.

The "bandit leader" wearing mountain armor suddenly stopped struggling and his body curled up into a ball. The wildfire continued to burn violently around his body, and soon ignited the trees, turning the surrounding ten steps into a huge stove.

The bandits near the stove all dispersed, and their embarrassing figures were illuminated extremely clearly. More feather arrows shot from the darkness and shot them one after another on the way to defeat.

Zhou Quji's figure suddenly appeared in the telescope. He waved a horizontal knife and was invincible. The soldiers of Shuofang, wearing iron vests, followed closely behind him. With the spear pointed, the bandits fell like wheat.

"How is it, how is it? Let me see, let me see!" Luo Huaizu's voice once again reached Zhang Qian's ears, which was incompatible with the picture in the telescope.

"For you, be careful not to fall!" Zhang Qian glared at him and handed the original telescope together with the rope that tied the telescope to the man.

No need to look at it anymore, he knew the result of this battle. The enemy was defeated and had no chance to get close to the observatory from beginning to end. All the tactical actions of the enemy seemed clumsy and amateur in front of the Shuofang Army! Not to mention that there were only four or five hundred people, even if the number doubled, the result of this battle was exactly the same!

"The food is very good! It is reported in time, and the hour is seven and two minutes." On the observatory, someone dutifully reported the observation results loudly.
Chapter completed!