Chapter 95: fascinated or drunk?

The Huguo Temple is a temple of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The hosts of the past are all honored by the Long family. The Zen Temple is located in the north of Shangdu City, facing the north and facing the north. It is the same as the palace. The temple even has the five-clawed golden dragon that the palace has. It is just that there is no Longqing. There is a nine-pronged pagoda in the temple that is secretive. Except for the emperor of the dragon, and the national division commander, there is no one to enter. According to legend, this tower is the dragon of the big week.
In addition to the Dragon Palace, the Huguo Temple should be the most prestigious place in the Great Week.
As a prince, Long Xiang was only born at the full moon. He was taken here by the palace to receive the Buddha's gift, and then he did not have the opportunity to enter the temple. At this moment, sitting in the Zen room of the Huguo Temple, looking at the white wall with no empty space, Long Xiang is thinking, is he also drunk, is this in a dream?
"Let's rest under the Five princes," Master Long Yi said to Long Xiang. "It will be fine to return to the palace tomorrow morning."
"But my emperor brother?" Long Xiang did not feel relieved that he was left in the small Buddhist temple of Long Xuan.

No problem,
said the master of the dress.
The second emperor’s heart is restless, let him calm down.

"But he was drunk."
"I am so drunk or drunk, this is only known to the second Highness," Master Shu Yi said after he said this, and went out, there is a small sand, and waited for Long Xiang to rest.
Long Xiang wants to see Long Xuan. But here is the Huguo Temple, and there are more forbidden places than the palace. Even if Long Xiang is a prince, he dare not take a step in this temple. I had to wait for the small shame to wait to sleep, and then closed my eyes and listened to the little shame, and then opened my eyes again. This night, he could not close his eyes and sleep. The Liu family's full door copy, Long Xuan's drunk, Luo Wei's friend to change the enemy, these things make Long Xiang unable to sleep.
In the small Buddhist temple, Long Xuan has already drunk the hangover soup, sitting in front of a laughing belly, the big belly Maitreya.
"Two Highnesses," Master Yi Yi came to the Buddhist temple and personally lit the oil lamp in front of the Buddha. The light started from the Buddha, and the small Buddhist temple was illuminated slowly and quickly.

Why is this Buddha so happy to laugh?
Long Xuan suddenly asked.
"There is no obsession in my heart, naturally I can laugh," said the master of the robes. "Can you not laugh now?"
Long Xuan wanted to get up, but he couldn't stand up. He looked up at the national teacher standing in front of him. This man had never spoken to him. Why did he bring him to this Huguo Temple?
"Have your Highness rest," Master Yan Yi faced the look of Long Xuan's inquiry, just a smile.
"All said that the National Teacher has opened his eyes," Long Xuan said: "The National Teacher has something to say to Long Xuan today?"
"There is nothing to say," said the master of the robes. "The son of the emperor, when the street is drunk, it is not a good thing to pass it out. Liu Xiang’s life is good at calculations. I didn’t expect the final calculation of Qing’s life. This life is not worth it?"
"Not worth it?" Long Xuandao: "It is worthless to lose nature. He sells the country through the enemy. Isn't death to be deserved?"
"Your Highness is so right," Master Yi is still just laughing, and did not say that Long Xuan is right or wrong, but there seems to be no interest in going back to Long Xuan again. "Your Highness is still going to the Zen Room to rest."
"I am sitting here for a night," Long Xuandao said: "The ancient lamp of the ancient lamp is not bad. The Buddhist temple in the Xiachuan Imperial Tomb should be quieter than the national division." Long Xuan said that here, it was a bit of a disappointment. What will happen to Liu’s fall, his and Long Xiang, and the future of the mother? Perhaps the imperial mausoleum in the deep mountains of Xiachuan is the home of the three of them.
The master of the sighs sighed a little, "His Royal Highness, Buddhism, you can do it yourself."
Broken? Long Xuan is sitting in a Buddhist temple burning an oil lamp. How can he break it? Maitreya laughed and said nothing, the bells of the Zen Temple were quiet and quiet, and Long Xuan sat down like this for a night.