The first year of Xiangfu. Early winter.

Near Liangzhou City, a thin-dressed young girl walked together with a young monk with a shabby cassock.

"I'm stupid, I'm almost in Liangzhou. Why am I getting more and more nervous? I'm almost peeking at the love letter written by the vixen below the mountain to my father, so nervous!"

"I'm afraid of being close to home. Anyway, Xu Fengnian's home is half your home."

"A monk pleads with you, aren't you afraid that Master Buddha who lives in the West will sneeze and drown you?"

"The master and his wife are there, and I didn't see him afraid of wind, rain and thunder."

"I'm stupid, you said we didn't have half a copper coin to buy beautiful rouge powder this time. Will he think my girl is changing so much that she looks ugly as she grows?"

"How can it be!"

"This is what you promise. If this is not the case, I will beat you up and discuss it."

"Amitabha……"

"I'm stupid, I'll test you a question, your Buddhist..."

"Stop, Li Zi, your home is my home. What is 'Your Buddhist'? I was picked up by my master and took it up the mountain, and my wife shaved my hair for me. My wife said I was crying loudly at that time. Look, how old I was at that time, I already knew that I didn't like being a monk."

"Okay, okay, just answer me directly why Buddhism says that the mind is Prajna without dwelling on everything, so are those Bodhisattvas making great wishes considered obsessions? If so, how can they still hope to become a Buddha?"

"This... Li Zi, otherwise I will burn the relics after I become a Buddha and then answer you?"

"You used to be like those bald guys who were big and small? No wonder the old abbot always likes to owe you copper coins. My mother asked me to urge you. The old abbot always feels bitter every time, as if he is eating a bad stomach. It must be that the old abbot dislikes you for being a mess in your preaching."

“…”

"Huh? I'm stupid, why are you crying? Are you a little promising? The old abbot has become a Buddha, and he is not dead!"

"Cry when you cry, laugh when you laugh, eat when you eat, sleep when you sleep, recite when you recite, and I become a Buddha when the wooden fish sounds. This is what the master taught me."

"Come on, how stupid are you? You can't even understand Buddhism thoroughly. If you even become a Buddha, who will still be willing to believe in Buddhism in the future!"

"Hey……"

"By the way, I'm stupid. Speaking of Muyu, why haven't I seen my father ask you to knock on me?"

"We don't have one at home either."

"That's right, but our stingy neighbor, Huineng's big bald man, hid a precious wooden fish. My mother said it was carved from the Wutong in Western Shu. With a hard knock, I could hear it dozens of miles away. Are you really fake?"

"Of course it's fake. One time, the master's wife wanted to go down the mountain to buy a set of clothes that she had liked for a long time. The master didn't have any money left, so he pulled me out to hide from the master's wife and met Abbot Huineng and drank with Abbot Huineng. Abbot Huineng was happy as he drank. She sat on the ground holding the wooden fish and patted it for half a night. I stood outside the door to watch the wind, and didn't think the sound of the wooden fish was so loud. It was just that. In fact, the master's wife was thinking about the wooden fish being valuable. When she came back to the master's wife, she said she would definitely take this wooden fish home in the future and then serve as a dowry for you. She was so arrogant!"

"My mother... No wonder a few years ago, every time my mother saw Huineng's big bald head, she asked how old the big bald head was. Oh, fortunately, my mother only wandered around the small town at the foot of the mountain and never walked around the world, otherwise any young hero would be willing to pay attention to her."

"Anyway, if the master is close to his master's wife, he is not willing to get into the world. Besides, the master's wife always talks about the women at the foot of the mountain that are either tigresses who eat people and do not spit bones, or vixen who grow skin but not brains, especially the Tai'an City, where the streets are full of shameless and unscrupulous women, which have always been the forbidden area of ​​the master. How can the master's wife rest assured? Otherwise, the master's wife will not follow him when he goes to the capital, right?"

"Wu Nanbei! Believe it or not, I will tell my mother to go!?"

"Amitabha...Master, no wonder you never retaliate whenever you are scolded by your master's wife. You will only increase your words and karma and trouble. I understand a little."

"Boy Nanbei, what did you mumble?"

On the road, the girl bulged her feet and her cheeks, clenched her fists while walking, making a wooden fish-like punch.

"Dongdongdongdong~ When the wooden fish sounded, I became a Buddha, yayah~Dongdongdongdong~"

The young monk quietly turned his head and laughed secretly.

This day, the sun is warm.

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As the center of the Northern Mang Southern Dynasty, Xijing City was originally named Jiazicheng. It was once just a well-known city. With the influx of the North Bengzi torrent, there was a deep and quiet courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River, the black tiles and white walls with the rich style of Dunben Jingzu, the private hiding of the farming and reading families, the strange sound of reading, the elegant and elegant high-capped belt, the beautiful woman dragged on the ground, and the various foods that dazzled the locals. Jiazicheng was full day by day, until it became the capital of Beimang. With continuous expansion, there were also courts where local Longguan nobles and foreign new gentry each accounted for half of the country, and with the three provinces and six ministries, the three provinces and six ministries system was full of talents and was deeply beautiful.

As the years go by, this city has grown from a thin little girl to a plump beauty.

Then on this imperial road that was slightly deserted than before, a group of people walked slowly. The leader was an old woman, and the age of the old woman was naturally not comparable to that of New Xijing.

The old woman wearing an old fox fur followed an elderly Confucian scholar, and even behind her, a middle-aged swordsman wearing a sword and a burly man in her fifties, walking side by side.

The old woman suddenly chuckled softly, "I heard that our military god met the family of three in Huishan, but he just couldn't fight."

The old man in blue nodded.

The old woman sighed: "Is it fragrant inside the wall? Why do the two people I admire very much go to Liyang? One dares to fight to the foot of the Imperial Capital City Wall alone to look at me, and there is one person, one sect. If I remember correctly, this sect with only one person will be ranked above the Princess Tomb and your Chess and Sword Yuefu? If they are willing to stay in Beimang... Forget it, it would be better not to say it."

At its peak, the Chess and Sword Yuefu has four masters. Although Huang Baozhu or the devil Luoyang, who has entered the martial arts, has rebelled from Beimang, Hong Jingyan is already the leader of the Rouran Iron Cavalry, and the sword energy and the bronze ancestor are also one of the top masters in Beimang.

Who in the world dares to underestimate the Chess and Sword Yuefu?

The poor old man who looked like a poor old scholar smiled, "If it weren't for this, wouldn't there be a lot of fun in the world?"

The old woman turned her head and looked at the middle-aged man wearing a sword, "Huang Qing, can you win against that man?"

It’s not about how much you win, but about "there is a chance of winning"!

The person asked nodded.

Although this answer is not surprising, it will not disappoint the old woman.

Huang Qing, whose real name is Sun Shaopu, is named "Sword Qi Jin", and is also Hong Jingyan's master. Because he was angry at the Liyang Dynasty's mocking of the Qinghuang in the Beimang Sword Forest, some people even threatened that no one in the entire Beimang River can talk about swordsmanship.

He changed his name to Huang Qing.

The identity of the old woman who can make the sword energy close to the entourage is obvious.

This female eagle, which is getting older, has been flying in the higher sky of all eagles in the prairie.

The group of four people walked into the Xijing Palace City. Then, under the careful guidance of the eunuch, the eunuch, the chief inspector of the Sili, finally only Empress Murong and the Taiping Ling walked into a quiet attic.

There is a gray-black black carved dragon tank with unknown material in the building. The tank is only half a person tall, but it is particularly huge, occupying most of the entire loft hall.

Empress Murong placed her hands on the cool round tank edge, squinted her eyes and looked down at the tank of water.

This big jar is called "Zhimian". Only after she usurped the throne and became emperor and sat on the dragon throne, someone quietly entered the palace to report to her that a dragon lies dormant and sleeps at the bottom of the jar.

At first glance, I couldn't see whether there was a dragon or not, but the picture in my sight was already weird enough.

There is no wind or waves, the water surface is clearly still, but it is uneven everywhere.

If you identify it carefully, you can vaguely see that there are many small carp of different colors in the tank hovering in the water without swaying.

Empress Murong raised her head and looked around for a while. In addition to the Taiping Order around her, there were only nine people in the house. Among them were the Nanming Zhenren, whose status in the Moral Sect was second only to that of the national teacher Yuan Qingshan, and the Beimang's most secret identity but the best qi training man, and Yelu Guangzhu, the astrology master who had been deducing prophecies and divination for the Beimang royal family for generations. These nine real hermits who lived here for decades, Huang Songpu, the King of the Southern Court, had never met them. As for other powerful people in the Southern Dynasty, there was no need to expect them. I am afraid that there was such a strange attic in the city of Xijing, such an inexplicable big jar, which gathered so many strange people.

Empress Murong asked softly: "Where is the Emperor Zhao Dun of Liyang who said she was in good health and would not attend the meeting for the time being?"

The true man Nanming, who was full of crane hair but had a tender face as young as a child, walked to Empress Murong, stretched out the long pole, and gently drew a small circle somewhere two feet high from the water. The old immortal of the Moral Sect, who was a hundred years old, even his voice was like a child, and said crisply: "Based on the location, Zhao Dun was indeed as spider-web spy said, and he had secretly patrolled the two Liaos around the border."

Empress Murong gently tapped the edge of the tank with her fingers and sneered: "I only know the age of destiny, and I'm going to die in front of an old woman like me. It's really pitiful."

There was silent all around, and no one dared to answer.

She asked again: "Besides the little thing that symbolizes Chen Zhibao suddenly gave birth to dragon claws, what else is worth mentioning?"

The real person of Nanming used a purple bamboo pole to point a few points southerly than before. "Zhang Julu's tail fell four feet into the tank and was about to sink to the bottom."

The old woman laughed, "What a deer who committed suicide in Liyang Dynasty."

At this moment, the position pointed out by the bamboo pole in the old real man's hand should be Tai'an City if nothing unexpected happens.

The new sect leader of the Daode Sect, after Qilin's ascension, had no expression on his face, moved the bamboo pole, and clicked in the northwest position, "Xu Fengnian is still staying in Huaiyang Pass."

Suddenly, a small black carp that was less than two inches long suddenly jumped out of the water, and instead fell back to its original position, it slightly shifted to the west.

Empress Murong frowned and said, "Is this?"

The true man of Nanming still said in his childish voice: "It's Xu Longxiang. Some warriors who have never entered the realm of celestial phenomena but have luck, unless the qi leaks too much, even if they occupy a place in the tank, their direction will be blurred. This is even more true for those Qi training men who are good at restraining their qi. But once the secret of heaven is leaked, they will never escape the law net. As for those who are close to the land gods, their natal fish will even disrupt the water in the tank."

"for example?"

"Wudang Master Li Yufu, this person had previously caused the shock of the heavenly secrets, causing the water in the tank to overflow."

“Is there any more?”

"There are. Huang Longshi, Dan Tai Pingjing, Xie Feiyu. The three people who were originally the most vague clues have shown signs one after another."

"Then Cao Changqing?"

"Since I have become a Confucian saint, I will naturally jump out of the tank."

After asking questions and answers, Empress Murong thought for a moment and said to herself: "Is it because the main force of Liu Gui's army has already met the Dragon Elephant Army?"

The real person Nanming hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "No. It should be that Xu Longxiang went to the west of Qingcang City and met the Qiang cavalry."

The old woman's face was gloomy, but her expression soon stretched out, "You have two sons anyway."

Taiping Ling guessed what Empress Murong was thinking and said calmly: "Since there is a flaw, then Huang Qing and the Bronze Man can be asked to assassinate Xu Longxiang. Such an opportunity will be difficult to have in the future."

The old woman pressed her thumb slightly against the edge of the tank and asked, "Can you catch up?"

The old Confucian scholar, who is the Emperor of Beimang, smiled and said, "Try to let them go there, and then it depends on the luck of both sides."

The old woman smiled and said, "Then try it."

The Taiping Ling turned around and walked out of the house without hesitation, and went to get close to Huang Qing to teach him face-to-face.

The old woman asked and answered: "If it happens, can there be a war in Liuzhou where both sides have intrigue for so many rounds?"
Chapter completed!