Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

A year ago, in Chang'an, Yaoying sought medical treatment for her mother and met Divas Munda in the Dacien Temple.

At that time, she was a princess. Thousands of apricot blossoms were blooming in Ci'en Temple.

A year later, in the Western Regions, Yaoying sought refuge and reunited with Deva Munda in the Palace of the Holy City.

At this moment, she was living outside the territory, struggling to reach a place eight thousand eight hundred miles away from her homeland. She didn't know when she would return to her hometown to reunite with Li Zhongqian.

Ten months of time seemed like a lifetime.

All the anxiety and suffering slowly faded like the tide, Yaoying smiled, and the sadness that suddenly rushed out at the moment when she recognized Divas Munda, standing under the steps, noble like the first Li Jiaqi that Divas Munda saw for the first time. Princess.

"The Master paid his wish, gratifying and congratulating."

She had bright eyes and smiled.

Deva Munda's light brown eyes stared at Yaoying for a long while, with a sorrowful look on her face.

In troubled times, he traveled all over the Central Plains and Western Regions, and met too many nobles in trouble. He thought that the delicate princess who had suffered so much would burst into tears and threw himself at his feet for help.

But she didn't.

She stood there with a smile on her face, her eyes as bright as stars, and sincerely congratulated him on achieving his wish.

The suffering in the past seemed to her to be just a temper. Under this delicate and beautiful appearance, there is the most tenacious soul.

Deva Munda said slowly and authentically: "A thousand hairs are born, they are all connected by fate, and the fate is scattered, like a cloud, life and death, the way of heaven is natural. The princess and the poor monk met in Chang'an, and met again in this king's court, Xu is God's will. "

Yaoying didn't understand his verse, but she still heard his comforting meaning:

These are all fate, the princess need not be sad.

Yaoying smiled: "Probably."

According to numerology, she believes that Li Xuanzhen and Zhu Luyun can't die if they don't just keep jumping around! And whenever she changed the fate of A-Niang and Brother-in-law, she would be punished.

But what about it?

Faith is one thing, resignation is another!

She will grit her teeth to hold on.

A bit of awe-inspiring breath, a thousand miles of breezy wind, good wind to go, thousands of miles in the sky, straight up to the blue clouds.

If you can't be a Kunpeng who can't be soaring, you should also try your best to fly high.

When there is really no way to go, it is better to follow the example of Liu Ling in Jin Dynasty and bury me in death!

So the mage's words did not comfort her.

Deva Munda sighed for a while, and looked at the wary round-faced soldier standing aside: "Princess, the seventh princess is a guest of the Buddha, you must take good care of the princess and don't neglect the princess."

Prajna yelled in nonsense, "Master, you don't know what this Han girl did to the king!"

He remembered that Yaoying could speak nonsense, changed to Sanskrit and yelled, Jiliquala said about Yaoying's proposal of marriage in public that day.

"How dare this Han woman blaspheme the king in public! She even said she would be a king of modern girls! She...she..."

Prajna "she" for a long time, stomped her feet: "She is stray! She is shameless! If the regent was present, she would have chopped off her head!"

Deva Munda looked surprised.

Although Yaoying did not understand Sanskrit, she knew that he was accusing herself with a gritted expression of resentment from the soldiers, with a slight embarrassment on her face, and smiled at Deva Munda: "At the time of the crisis, I had no choice but to blaspheme. Buddha, luckily the Buddha is kind, and still offers a helping hand. I want to meet the Buddha and explain the reason clearly to him. I hope the Master can mediate for me."

Deva Munda didn’t seem to be relieved from the shock, her brown eyes blinked in the night, and she gently said: "The princess doesn’t need to mind. If the Buddha hadn’t mentioned the princess to the poor monk just now, the poor monk wouldn’t know that the princess was here. To the king's court."

Without waiting for Yaoying's reaction, Prajna's eyes widened first, with a look of disbelief: "What? The king asked the mage to find this Han girl?"

How can Wang remember Han women!

Could it be that Wang was moved by this shameless Chinese girl?

Divina Munda nodded: "Yes, the Buddha said, you can't neglect the princess Wei Dynasty."

Prajna dumbfounded.

Yaoying was also very surprised. She thought that the holy and cold Buddha didn't remember her character at all. She didn't expect that he would give such an order as soon as he returned to the Wang Court.

Prajna shivered, pointed her finger at Yaoying, furious: "Wonder!"

A slave attire can be seductive. On the way to the royal court, officers, soldiers, and slaves dare not look at her. If she puts on her costume, she won’t be able to turn the sky over?

Yaoying blinked her eyes innocently, her eyes flowed, looking at it in the night, her eyes were quite charming and charming.

Prajna felt like being scratched by a cat's paw a few times, a round face flushed red with anger, then turned blue and purple, and soon became white again, suddenly turned around and ran towards the palace.

This Han girl is a witch who came to bad Buddha to practice! He has to stop the Buddha!

Deva Munda shook her head and signaled Yaoying to follow her: "The Buddha hastily returned to the palace tonight, and there is no time to see the princess. The poor monk will take the princess to settle first."

Yaoying followed him to an empty courtyard. There seemed to be trees planted in the courtyard. She could not recognize any tree in the dark, but could only smell a faint fragrance.

The guard brought Xie Qing and the others. Yaoying was grateful, and Dipo Munda comforted her and left.

For the rest of my life, I met an deceased person. The soldiers cheered quietly, and the exhaustion from the past few days surged up, and they snored shortly after lying down.

Yaoying asked for some medicine from the guard to apply Xie Qing to see that she slept more peacefully than the previous few days, relieved.

There were snoring noises one after another under the window.

Yaoying rubbed her sore shoulder, leaned against the window, and smiled. For the first time in so many days, she felt relaxed.

Tamara Gha is indeed a good man with compassion.

Yaoying closed her eyes and went to sleep.

Suddenly, a series of loud screams and messy footsteps sounded in the quiet night like water.

Yaoying was shocked in a cold sweat, a Ji Ling sat up, clenched the dagger hidden in her body, listened carefully, and found that the sounds were not coming towards her, and slowly exhaled.

Haidu Aling is usually busy with military affairs, but once she is free, she will deliberately tease her to make her panic.

Before going to bed every night, she had to beware of Haidu Aling coming over, and she would wake up when she heard a sound at night.

A shout came from next door: "Mage! Mage!"

It turned out to be here for Divas Munda.

Yaoying went to sleep. After falling asleep for a while, footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard. This time it was her courtyard door that was beaten.

"Seven princesses! Master, please!"

Yaoying got up to answer the door, and Munda's disciples took her directly to the main hall. The door of the hall was closed. They walked into the back garden of the main hall from the side door path. The darkness was fragrant and the garden seemed to plant a lot of flowers and trees.

The palace of Wang Ting and imperial palace is very high. The palaces are all built on the high terraces. Yaoying followed his disciples up the high stone steps.

With the flickering lights just before the steps, Deva Munda was waiting at the corridor, with an anxious expression: "The poor monk has something to ask the princess. I hope the princess will tell you the truth."

Yaoying nodded.

Deva Munda was sweating profusely: "When the poor monk set off from Chang'an, the princess gave the poor monk several bottles of pills. One of the pills was called Anxiwan. The princess's attendant said that the medicine has the effect of reducing swelling and pain... Does the princess know The prescription for Anxi pills?"

Yaoying was startled, her thoughts turned a few times, and she pondered for a moment, her gaze crossed the dark corridor, looked at the closed gate of the main hall, and asked softly: "Buddha is sick?"

Deva Munda looked stiff for a moment, and sighed: "Since the princess guessed it, the poor monk told the truth. When the poor monk first came to the palace, the Buddha was seriously ill. The poor monk tried many prescriptions and then let the Buddha take it by accident. I took a few Anxi pills."

At that time, the Northern Rong cavalry came fiercely and united with other tribes to attack the holy city. There was not much time for Tamaraga, knowing that if the news of his serious illness came out, the royal court would be defeated, and the dead horse would be treated as a living horse doctor, and he would take any medicine.

As a result, after taking Anxi Pills, he miraculously improved.

The Anxi Pills were obtained from Yaoying. Deva Munda didn't know what the prescription was. Seeing that a bottle of Anxi Pills was almost finished, she could only send people to the Central Plains to ask for the medicine, while thinking of other ways to stabilize Tamara Gha. The condition, but the war is tight, it is impossible for Tamaraga to hide in the holy city to recuperate.

He endured the pain and led the troops out, supported until he entered into an alliance with Beirong, supported until he frightened Haidu Aling, and returned to the holy city, but finally he couldn't survive.

After finishing speaking, Deva Munda sighed: "Just now the Buddha became ill, and the Anxi Pills brought by the poor monk from the Central Plains are gone..."

Yaoying's doubts suddenly became clear.

Unexpectedly, a move she accidentally made a year ago would actually affect the situation of the battle eight thousand miles away.

Tamaraga rescued her not because she was moved by her, but because she heard her name the princess Wei. He took the Anxi Pill to get better, and Deva Munda must have mentioned her to him.

The opportunity that Divina Munda said was originally here.

Yaoying figured out a lot of things.

No wonder Tamaraga hurried back to the holy city, and had to wait until dark before entering the city. He was sick, and he was very sick, for fear of being seen by others.

So she didn't see any big city-state tribes along the way, and the route back to the holy city of Tamaraga deliberately avoided the crowded city.

His original plan might be to take her back to the holy city first, and then slowly inquire about the prescription of Anxi Pill with her.

Now that he suddenly became ill, and his life was dying, Deva Munda had to invite her over late at night to risk his serious illness.

Tamaraga’s worries were not unfounded. He was the **** in the minds of the people of the Western Regions. He lived one more day and the royal court was prosperous and stable. After he died of illness, the royal court fell apart immediately and surrendered to Beirong in just one month. Since then, the Buddha Kingdom has completely disappeared in the long river of history.

When the news spreads, the Wang Court will be in chaos.

Yaoying sighed: "Mage, I know the prescriptions for Anxi Pills, but the medicinal materials are native to the Central Plains. Even if the mage knows the prescriptions, he can't mix medicines at this moment."

The anxiety in Deva Munda's brown eyes slowly faded, standing in front of the steps, and sighing.

"The princess laughed, and the poor monk took a look. The Buddha was early-minded, talented and virtuous, and familiar with the classics. In time, he must be a great artifact of the Shimen generation who will greatly promote the Dharma and save all living beings. The poor monk can't bear to see him fall into reincarnation before the great road Suffering."

Yaoying also didn't want Tamaragarh to die so early... She thought about it, and said: "Mage, I can write a general prescription. Maybe there are some substitutes for the medicinal materials of the Western Regions?"

Deva Munda is a monk, who is indifferent to life and death. If it weren't for the talent of Tamaraga, she wouldn't have said so much to Yaoying. She was about to give up, and she was refreshed when she heard the words.

Chang'an and the holy city are eight thousand miles away, and the medicine the seventh princess gave him can just alleviate the suffering of Tamaraga, and now the seventh princess has appeared in the holy city by coincidence—perhaps all of this was arranged by the Buddha.

Dipo Munda took Yaoying through the long corridor and entered the inner room through the side door.

The thick layers of golden silk curtains hung down densely, and from the outside, the inner hall was pitch black.

The waiter lifted the curtain, and brilliant golden lights poured out suddenly.

Yaoying raised her hand to cover her eyes, and slowly adjusted to the light in front of her.

Hundreds of candles were burning in the hall, and the candles were brilliant, as if daylight. The persian rug with embroidered animal prints is laid on the ground, and the feet are as soft as stepping on the clouds. The bead curtain inlaid with gems on all sides gently shakes, gorgeous and radiant. The fine gold-lacquered carved murals on the walls seem to be in the trembling golden light. Floating swiftly.

Yaoying was dizzy-she entered the holy city in the dark and didn't see the full view of the palace. She thought the palace was as majestic and solemn as the earth cliff she saw in the evening, and she didn't want the main hall to be so gorgeous and magnificent.

One can imagine how wealthy the royal court is.

No wonder the two generations of Beirong Khan are determined to win the royal court.

Prajna and a few other soldiers knelt before the couch in the inner hall, with a sad expression, their eyes flushed with tears, and they immediately jumped up when they saw Yaoying being brought in.

"Demon..."

Yaoying ignored him, walked to the bookcase next to her, and with a single wave, she wrote the prescription she knew.

Deva Munda took a closer look, and shook her head disappointedly: "The miraculous thing in this prescription is this water mang grass... Of all the medicine brought by the poor monk, there is no substitute for the water mang grass."

"Shui Mang grass?" Yaoying's eyes flickered.

A loud cry came from beside the bed, and the Prajna yelled: "Mage!"

Deva Munda walked quickly to the couch and sighed long as she looked at Tamaraga on the bed like golden paper.

Yaoying poked half of his head out of his back, and his gaze fell on Tamaraga's face.

With the candlelight shining, he lay under the quilt embroidered with gold patterns on the white background. His eyes were black and his lips were white. His handsome face was covered with sweat, and his two thick eyebrows were tightly furrowed. He was obviously trying his best to endure the pain, but he didn't let out. A little sound.

The corner of the quilt was lifted to reveal his swollen legs, which were almost black. These days, he actually leaned on these legs to get on and off the horse, sitting on horseback and commanding the army?

If it hadn't been for her own eyes, Yaoying couldn't believe that the man in front of her was the Buddha who had led thousands of horses to scare away Haidu Aling a few days ago.

In the curve of the torrent that moved like mountains, he was the only one in a crimson robe, dazzling, and watching the world.

The posture is clear and stalwart.

Does anyone know that he was gritting his teeth and was suffering from terrible pain?

How tough should this man's will be to sustain him to this day?

He is the king of the holy city, and the **** in the hearts of the people of the Western Regions, so even if he is desperate to live, he has to shoulder this doomed Buddha kingdom.

Yaoying couldn't help feeling sigh, and took a few steps forward to uncover the quilt.

Prajna shouted: "What do you want to do?!"

Yaoying didn't even look at him, she lifted up Tamaraga's robes, touched his swollen legs with her fingers, "get some hot water."

Prajna yelled to his guard to drive her away.

Deva Munda stopped Prajna and asked Yaoying, "Hot water? Will this not increase the swelling?"

Yaoying glanced at Tamaraga. These days, she could not get close to him. Every day, she could only follow the team from afar and look up at him with a dignified and arrogant posture. Now that she was close, she found that he was better than she had imagined. Also Fengshen is handsome, even in sickness, still looks picturesque.

She said: "When I was in Chibi, I saw a genius doctor treat others, and that person was in the same condition as him. Hot water, acupuncture... This can temporarily relieve his pain."

Even if he can't be saved, at least this compassionate monk will be less painful.

Deva Munda had heard of acupuncture, "There is a Chinese monk in the Buddhist temple who knows acupuncture and moxibustion, please come to the palace!"

I have tried everything at the moment. Without Anxi pills, I can only resign myself to fate.

The guards looked at each other, and took their orders out of trust in Divas Munda.

The attendant quickly fetched hot water, and Yaoying commanded the attendant to fetch medicinal materials and wipe the body of Tamaraga first.

After half an hour, the Han monk arrived in a hurry. Yaoying told him all the formulas that he could recall. The Han monk washed his hands, smoked the needles, and began to give the Tamaraga acupuncture.

The candle flame burned quietly, and the swelling between Tamaraga's legs was still unresolved, but the palms of her palms were not so cold, and the color of her lips also recovered a little.

Yaoying was beside her to help out, taking Jinpa to wipe down the cold sweat for Tamaraga.

In the second half of the night, only half of the candles in the temple burned. She was so tired that her eyelids trembled, and she fell asleep on the bed unknowingly.

In the dimness, he was suddenly awakened by the sound of heavy footsteps.

Yaoying opened her eyes and slammed into a deep vision like an abyss.

A pair of dark blue eyes were staring at her quietly.

These eyes were wise and deserted, like a clear and secluded spring, as if they could see through everything in the world. They clearly looked up at her from the bottom up, but they made her feel pressured and could not hide.

It seemed that the man could see through from the body to the soul inside and out.

Yaoying was stunned, recovered, calmly covered her sleeves and wiped the saliva from her lips. She stood up calmly and woke up Lady Munda who was meditating with her eyes closed: "Master, the Buddha is awake."