Empress Wu, Di Gong? Luoshui was shocked

However, every time she gritted her teeth and tried to take off the bright yellow jade statue of Ajita Bodhisattva and Mahasattva from her neck, she would always see her mother-in-law and mother-in-law. The two images are filled with expressions of worry, longing, and hope.

And these are just these meager thoughts that seem to be worthless to others, but they are the only ties that keep the old girl Yang Taizhen from dying.

Therefore, to this day, it can be said that, apart from that, she has no other possessions, and the only treasure she can hold is this bright yellow jade statue of Maitreya Buddha.……

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As the saying goes, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi!

Another thing people say: Feng Shui is turning, and tomorrow we will come to the Yang family!

At the age of forty-three, which can be said to be more than half of her life, she has been buried in the earth, but she is still living in the home of a tribe with the same surname. The old girl Yang Taizhen has become a guest. The great joy that she never dreamed of will happen in her family. In the Tang Empire, in August of the fifth year of Wude, the truth came true in the life of the old girl Yang Taizhen, who had been living in poverty for half her life.

His Majesty Li Yuan, the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and his daughter, Princess Guiyang, worked together as matchmakers (both were relatives of the old girl Yang Taizhen) and married the old girl Yang Taizhen, who had long since passed away and was interested in marriage, to the old girl Yang Taizhen who had recently lost her wife. The widower is a distinguished relative of the Tang Dynasty and should be the official wife of the duke, the warrior Yun.

From this, the old girl Yang Taizhen started to live an aristocratic life again with a husband, children, a home, a house, fields and land, and something to rely on.

And it was not until this time that Mrs. Wu Yang, the wife of Lord Ying Guo, who had endured all the hardships, had a vague feeling that the dirty and slovenly Taoist priest back then seemed... probably... maybe... seemed... similar... seemed not very similar. Yes, in my imagination, a wandering swindler and charlatan who talks nonsense and has to visit the house for gold, silver and silk, relies on tricks of deception and abduction to make up stories about his parents. Character?

Maybe he was originally supposed to be a Taoist master with exquisite and powerful magic...

It's not... there is no such thing... maybe?!

While seriously and carefully studying the founder of Taoism, Lao Tzu and Li Erta, the famous Tao Te Ching written by the Duke of Wu Yang and his wife, I silently measured and considered in my heart...

But the real teaching is in the heart. The hesitant and puzzled Madam of the Duke of Wu Yang family, it can be said that she was suddenly enlightened, sincerely convinced, bowed to the Taoist Immortal, and worshiped the Taoist Immortal. Since the old girl Yang Taizhen married into the Wu family, she became After being the first wife of Duke Ying, the warrior Xun, she was already forty-three years old. Among the comments made by many skilled and benevolent Xinglin masters who had practiced medicine for many years, almost all of them said that the old girl Yang Taizhen had no way to conceive and could not give birth. , unexpectedly one after another, her husband Alang, Ying Guogong warrior Xun, gave birth to three delicate, beautiful, well-behaved and lovely female sons.

Especially Mrs. Wu Yang. In the seventh year of Wude in the Tang Dynasty, she gave birth to the second female son for the warrior Xun of the Duke of Ying...

When Mrs. Wu Yang was the Duke of Wu, from this little baby, under the right rib In her armpit, on an inconspicuous birthmark, she could identify that the one who had tied her down for thirty years, the character"曌" in Chinese characters, had always been Wu Yang, a devout believer in Buddhism. From then on, Mrs. Shi's strange journey of practicing Buddhism and Taoism together began.

Although Mrs. Wu herself had already determined in her heart that her second daughter's maiden name should have the character"曌" called"曌", but because of the character"曌" The text symbols are indeed in"Shuowen Jiezi" written by Xu Shen of the Later Han Dynasty, and there is not a trace of written records.

Therefore, Mrs. Wu could only temporarily use the nickname"Mrs. Wu" as the nickname of her second daughter Wu"Zhao".

It was not until the early years of Zhenguan when Mrs. Wu Zhao turned three years old that Mrs. Wu wore it on her body after three days of bathing and changing clothes, burning incense and praying, and worshiping the Buddha of the West and the Taoist Li Er respectively. , the bright yellow jade statue of Maitreya Buddha that had been there for thirty-three years was taken down, and then solemnly hung on the neck of Lady Wu Zhaowu, between the chest and chest.

Of course, even if Mrs. Wu Zhaowu, who is extremely intelligent and resourceful, has already begun to develop spiritual wisdom and can distinguish right from wrong when she is three years old, it is impossible for her mother to instill this into her in any case. Too much, too much, for her, it can be said that it is a strange, fantasy-like human world.

Mrs. Wu, who has a good way of raising her daughter, simply told her that her precious daughter must be properly preserved and carefully cared for. This statue is like a bright yellow jade statue of Maitreya Buddha, which is like her own protector. It must not be scorned, played with, and must not be defiled or damaged in the slightest. Otherwise, the ancestors of the Laojun in Heaven and the Buddha of the West will definitely come to punish those who dare to disobey, Haotian, with the most severe punishment methods. The emperor's way is a little bad girl who goes against the words of her parents.

The ignorant Mrs. Wu Zhaowu firmly engraved her mother's instructions in her young but extremely powerful memory. She did not dare to violate her mother's instructions at all. Just half of the advice.

As Mrs. Wu Zhao Wu grew up day by day, she never taught herself, her beloved second daughter, the woman's beauty and women's skills, while teaching her the knowledge of literature and history she had learned throughout her life. Classics, Buddhist scriptures and Taoism, court etiquette, ritual music and music, poetry, books and pictures, and other knowledge and skills were all passed down to my smart daughter who was sensitive and eager to learn, not ashamed to ask questions, draw inferences from one instance and draw inferences from others, while teaching her from beginning to end. The secret past hidden deep in my heart was taught to me word for word. The second daughter only knew it, and she was repeatedly told and instructed not to reveal even the slightest bit of it to anyone else!

And it wasn't until Madam Wu Zhaowu turned ten that she knew that when she was just a little baby, she was being taught by the Taoist priest who was already famous all over the world. An expert, Master Xuanji, Imperial Master Yuan Tiangang, has seen faces, weighed bones and veins, calculated birth dates, and appraised fortunes.

Speaking of Mrs. Wu Zhaowu, her first meeting with Master Xuanji and Imperial Master Yuan Tiangang seemed to be quite a fate. It was destined by God, favored by God, blessed by gods and Buddhas, and destined by fate.

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At that time, Master Xuanji and Imperial Master Yuan Tiangang, who was already seventy-eight years old, came to Chang'an, the capital, to pray for Empress Taimu, who had passed away many years ago.

After the Dragon Boat Festival in May, the capital city of Chang'an is naturally much hotter than Shu, the land of abundance, where Yizhou is located.

Imperial Master Yuan Tiangang, who had finished praying for Empress Taimu who had passed away many years ago, could no longer bear the sweltering heat like a steamer inside the royal pavilions and courtyard houses. So wearing light wooden shoes, a bun with wooden hairpins, a wide robe with big sleeves, and fluttering skirts, holding a goose feather fan in his hand, he strolled out from the side door of Duting Posthouse and meandered north along Zhuque Street..

After a long time, Master Yuan, who had been taking a break for half a day, once left the Dutingguan Posthouse, which was as big as a bird cage, he immediately felt comfortable and refreshed all over his body. Gotta be tight.

Even the sweat all over my body, which was wet and hot, disappeared without a trace or a trace without even realizing it.

Suddenly, the old Imperial Master Yuan, who was very interested, started wandering freely between the east and west cities of Chang'an, the capital city.

It wasn't until a large dark rain cloud, accompanied by a swift and fierce howling wind, suddenly came and overwhelmed the head, that the master of Xuanji and the Imperial Master Yuan Tiangang realized that the old man had already He was completely immersed in a downpour that was about to pour down.

Not long ago, the Yiyangfang Street Market was bustling with people, and the people who were trying to find a place to escape from the torrential rain were like a large group being chased by barking dogs. Like biting rabbits, they were already there, running away in all directions, with no hair left.

In the huge neighborhood, there was only a messy mess of rags and useless things, as well as a man walking meandering, looking as usual, with a bright head and white clothes.、An ancient and rare Taoist priest with a strong sense of style.

At this moment, Old Imperial Master Yuan, who seemed to be thinking, looked up. In the mid-air to the west, something seemed to be swirling, rising and falling, rising and falling. There were mountains and ravines. As if the billowing black clouds were about to destroy the city and destroy it, they narrowed slightly. His eyes seemed old and turbid, but they were extremely deep.

As soon as the light in his eyes disappeared, the thoughtful look on Old Imperial Master Yuan's face immediately became dignified and solemn.

And at this moment, an extremely fast bolt of lightning suddenly and silently struck down from the endless rolling dark clouds. The ends of the lightning that suddenly appeared seemed to have struck directly. , across the street from an unknown wealthy family, in front of the courtyard of the mansion, there is a large and majestic red lacquer gate, on the door ridge in the middle.