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Not long after waiting, there were footsteps inside the door, a creak, and the courtyard door opened. ≧≯≯

"Excuse me……"

A middle-aged man opened the door, dressed as a scholar in a long gown. As soon as he uttered these two words, he was stunned when he saw Li Xianyuan.

After worshiping all day long, why didn't he remember Li Xianyuan's appearance?

"Young people, please see the Revealed Holy Book and Sword Master!" The middle-aged scholar came back to his senses, hurriedly knelt down and shouted excitedly, tapping repeatedly, causing his forehead to become red and swollen.

Li Xianyuan did not stop him. Since he is a god, he must have the airs of a god. After all, Guanyin is not seen chewing pig's trotters and chatting with believers.

"Son, who's here?" A woman shouted from inside the courtyard.

The middle-aged scholar stopped and shouted: "Mother! It's the real king! The real king is coming to our house!!!"

"What a real army, did you cause some trouble outside, and the government came to find you..."

The woman in the courtyard walked to the door as she spoke. She was stunned when she saw Li Xianyuan, her skinny hands trembled, and she fell to the ground tremblingly.

"Kowtow lowly to see the True Lord of the Holy Book and Sword!"

Li Xianyuan turned to the middle-aged scholar and said, "The old lady is not feeling well. Help her up."

"Yes..." The middle-aged scholar did not dare to disagree and helped his mother up.

"Take me to see my statue." Li Xianyuan said.

The two of them looked humble and led Li Xianyuan into the courtyard and into a side room.

The side room is empty, with only one incense table. There are two futons in front of the case, and an incense burner with statues and tablets on the case. Green smoke curls up and bursts of sandalwood incense linger.

Li Xianyuan walked into the side room, looked at the big palm statue on the table, and stretched out his hand to hold it up.

This is the same as the statue in Mingtang. Or the statue in Mingtang is probably based on this statue.

Because of the knife carving, the body looks thin, the face has sharp edges and corners, and it is extraordinary handsome.

"Zhenjun, this is carved by Xu." The middle-aged scholar said respectfully.

Hearing this, Li Xianyuan turned around and looked at the two people outside the door: "How many numbers are carved on this statue?"

"There are two in total. In addition to Xiaomin, Brother Hu also has one in his home."

Li Xianyuan nodded, thoughtfully.

The middle-aged scholar supported his old mother and did not dare to make a sound outside the door for fear of disturbing the true king.

Not long after, Li Xianyuan came back to his senses, walked out of the side room, and said to the two of them: "Nothing happened. I'm here to serve as a steward. You guys are just as before."

Looking around again, he found that although his family was not alone, life was quite difficult. Li Xianyuan had a plan in his mind and stopped staying. He summoned the spirit sword and flew away with a cry of surprise.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged scholar and woman knelt down and kowtowed in the direction Li Xianyuan left.

As for Li Xianyuan, he just flew over the courtyard wall and then fell down again. He put away his spiritual sword and walked in the empty alley. It was not convenient to wield a sword here, it was too conspicuous.

Not far away, Li Xianyuan turned into a rice shop. He gave the shopkeeper a hundred taels of silver and bought ten loads of rice noodles. He also asked the boss to go to the cloth shop next door to buy a piece of cloth and deliver it to the middle-aged scholar's house in the alley.

The shop owner hurriedly agreed. Rice, noodles and cloth only cost ninety taels, and he could still get some benefits from a trip.

After finishing the instructions, Li Xianyuan returned to the inn. He had already visited one place, and the remaining two addresses were also very different, so there was no need to visit again.

When I got to the second floor of the inn, I saw a person wandering outside my room. The man was a young man, wearing a long coat. When he saw Li Xianyuan, he greeted him with a smile: "I've seen Mr. Li before.

"

"Who are you?" Li Xianyuan asked calmly.

"Master Li, my surname is Zeng. I won't mention my nickname because it will offend your ears. I have the courage to come here because I sincerely respect the king and invite you to Xinjing."

King Chengjing is the second prince, and he competes with the prince for that one.

He found him only two hours after he came back, and the news about the second prince came very quickly.

"I wonder why the prince invited me to the capital?" Li Xianyuan asked.

"It depends on whether you want to visit Xinjing or something else." The young man surnamed Zeng had a hint and smiled softly.

Li Xianyuan had just come down from the mountain. He was worried about breakthroughs and incense. How could he disturb this muddy water? He said: "I just came back from Xinjing and have no such plans in the near future. If there is nothing else, I will rest."

"Just came back from Xinjing?" The young man surnamed Zeng was startled. After hearing the ejection order, he smiled slightly and got out of the way: "I hope Mr. Li will think about it. The holy monk came back some time ago and joined the prince's party. The prince is

We are in great need of talents. If you show up to help the prince, you will definitely..."

A young man surnamed Zeng said half of it should be left and half of it.

"Holy Monk?"

Li Xianyuan asked, suddenly thinking of the monk he met on the official road a hundred miles outside Xinjing.

A young man surnamed Zeng said: "The holy monk's surname is Tang, and his name is Sanzang. This is not the burial of Tang Sanzang, the holy monk of the Tang Dynasty thousands of years ago. He followed Xuanzang's example more than ten years ago and left Xinjing to go to Tianzhu in the Western Regions to collect Buddhist scriptures.

He was famous for a while. After that, as time went by, people gradually forgot about him. Until half a month ago, he suddenly appeared and appeared at Yang Weigong's house. The next morning, he followed Yang Weigong on the pilgrimage to see the Holy Emperor.

.Earned the title of Saint Monk."

"It's as you said." Li Xianyuan's eyes closed slightly: "Even such a person is on good terms with the prince. It seems very irrational for me to join your second prince's faction.

"

"Master Li." The young man named Zeng smiled slightly: "Aren't you surprised? The prince has so many supporters, but the prince can compete with him?"

Li Xianyuan frowned slightly.

He didn't like this man. His mind was so deep that even he couldn't figure out his intentions.

Then he got straight to the point and said: "I don't want to interfere in the affairs of Xinjing for the time being, and I don't want to know what the second prince's trump card is, but is there anything else?"

At this point, the young man surnamed Zeng stopped insisting and said: "I will live in the herringbone room No. 7 of Minglang Inn. Sir, you can come to me at any time. We are waiting for you."

Minglang Inn No. 7 is opposite the herringbone room No. 13 where Li Xianyuan once lived. This person is really thoughtful.

After that, the young man named Zeng went downstairs and left.

After he left, Li Xianyuan opened the door and went back to the room.

A long thread fell slowly between the cracks in the door. Li Xianyuan opened the window and the same thread fell. It seemed that no one came in during the time he left.

The air-conditioned window poured into the room, and the sky was gray and gray. Except for the light snow that had fallen for a while, it has stopped now.

After closing the window, Li Xianyuan took a pen and paper and sat at the table. While the stove was baking, he wrote the poems he had written over and over again to calm his mind.

When I was on the mountain, I had a goal in my heart, so I was not confused. But now I have reached the ninth level of Qi refining, and I only need a barrier to break through. But the barrier is something that can be seen but not touched. I just need to understand it and see the opportunity. But

What is an opportunity for enlightenment?

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

As expected, the one who came back this time was the prince's retainer. Just like the young man named Zeng before, he invited Li Xianyuan to join them.

Didn't refuse or agree. Send him away.

Li Xianyuan returned to the table to write again, but it was difficult to calm down.

The more he wrote, the more confused his heart became. Li Xianyuan simply threw the pile of poems he had written into the stove, waiting for them to ignite and turn into ashes. He went out again and ran to Li's house. 8
Chapter completed!