Vol 2 Chapter 67: Luo Yuheng's shock

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On the top floor of the Star Observation Building, Jian Zheng left the Bagua Platform at some point, staring sharply at the carving knife in Xu Qi'an's hand.
Did you choose him too... At this moment, this "god" who has been in the capital for five hundred years, Dafeng's people, muttered to himself.
"Hahaha......"
Emperor Yuan Jing looked up to the sky and screamed. With his hands down, he stood in the tallest building in Dafeng, listening to the joy of his people. This was Dafeng’s victory and his victory.
Buddhism, this time, under his feet.
"It's so good not to kneel," Yuan Jing said with emotion: "How many years, and how many years there has not been such an outstanding young man in the capital."
"Ahhhhh..."
Biaobi broke out a piercing scream and stamped his feet excitedly, "I won, Huaiqing, the dog minion won. He is my person and my person."
Huai Qing looked at Xu Qi'an who was unconscious, and there seemed to be obsession in Yingying's eyes.
She is a very brilliant woman, noble and arrogant, even if she is the champion, she is still acceptable in Huaiqing's eyes. There are countless talents in the capital, and only Wei Yuan can truly admire Princess Huaiqing.
Dean Zhao Shou is a respectable elder, but not enough to make her admire.
At this moment, Huaiqing recalled the various deeds of Xu Qi'an. The tax and silver case had just emerged, and he secretly designed to frame Zhou Li, the servant of the household department, to completely eliminate hidden dangers.
Then he joined the gangmen, cut the silver gong, went to jail, and was ordered to investigate the Sangbo case..........Almost independently completed the investigation of the Yunzhou case, and then died in the 400 rebels. Back to Beijing........ Ordered to investigate the Fufei case.
During the period, there was a masterpiece handed down every three to five, which inspired Dafeng Rulin.
Now, instead of Sitianjian fighting against Buddhism, he took the sword twice and forcibly beat the confidence of the people in the capital.
Once on the Dao, the obsession of the old monk under the Bodhi tree was relieved, so that the dignified second-grade Arhat had an epiphany and realized the Mahayana Dharma.
Then, when Qingguangtian came from outside, he knocked down the magic image and destroyed the magic weapon of Arhat.
Princess Huaiqing had never seen such a brilliant man, never before.
The female family members cheered, and the civil and military officials laughed........In the explosion of cheers, Xu Pingzhi sat paralyzed on the chair, as if he was emptied of strength.
Almost so, he was snatched by Buddhism with a big handle.
Amid the boiling cheers of the people in the capital and the enthusiastic shouts, the master Xu Qi'an was not interested, Xu Erlang walked over in silence and carried his eldest brother.
After all, I was the one who defeated everything...Xu Erlang thought.
Carrying Xu Qi'an on his back, he walked in the direction of a group of fighters, and glanced at the carving knife that Xu Qi'an was holding tightly in his hand.
What is this, it seems to be a carving knife?
Looking at the appearance, it seems to be the "pen" used by scholars in ancient times. There was no paper at that time, and the text was written on bamboo slips. The scholars held a carving knife and wrote on the bamboo slips their talents.
Where did the carving knife come from... No one will pay attention later, so let's sneak in from the big brother! Xu Erlang is a little greedy, this kind of antiquities is very tempting to scholars.
Du'er Luohan stood in despair, not feeling distressed about the damage of the golden bowl, but he regretted that such a natural buddha had failed to convert to Buddhism.
"Uncle Shi..."
Monk Jingchen looked at Xu Erlang's back, looked at Xu Qi'an on his shoulders, and said in a deep voice: "Xu Shizhu is a genius bestowed by the heavens to Buddhism, the founder of Mahayana Buddhism, and Master Uncle must take him back to the Western Regions."
Duerrohan pondered for a long time, and sighed: "Fine, the fate has not arrived."
Monk Jingchen was not reconciled. He seemed to have thought of something. He looked back at the star-gazing building, opened his mouth, and finally chose silence.
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The battle between Buddhism and Sitianjian is over, but the aftermath of this wonderful event continues.
In a restaurant, a middle-aged man in a shabby blue shirt, carrying an empty hip flask, crossed the threshold, entered the lobby on the first floor, and went straight to the counter.
"Treasurer, I heard that as long as I talk to you about fighting law, you will give a pot of wine for free?"
The shopkeeper with goat's whiskers smiled and nodded, "You can also drink and say, the shop will give you a dish of peanuts."
The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment. He originally wanted to take the wine home to drink, but the shopkeeper gave it too much, saying: "Okay, then drink here, quickly, get peanuts."
The shopkeeper beckoned, summoned Xiao Er, and offered a jug of wine and a plate of peanuts to the middle-aged man in the shabby blue shirt.
The middle-aged man in blue shirt took a sip of wine, picked up two more peanuts and threw it in his mouth, slowly saying:
"The Buddhist Arhat threw the golden bowl to the ground, and suddenly the wind and clouds changed color, the thunder was intertwined, and the sky turned into a Buddha realm. There are four levels in this Buddha realm. The first level is called the Eight Bitter Array. The Buddhist monks used to sharpen the mind of the Buddha...
"This second level is called the King Kong Formation, the shopkeeper, do you know who is the King Kong?"
The middle-aged man looked at the shopkeeper.
"Isn't that the little monk in Nancheng." The shop Xiaoer sneered.
"That's right, isn't it just a little monk." The drinker at the side table agreed.
"You all know..." The middle-aged man in blue shirt was taken aback.
"It's not that Xu Yinluo has been slashed with a single knife. Every King Kong is undefeated. They are all paper tigers. Pooh." The expression of the drinker who spoke was full of the pride of the capital.
A day ago, they mentioned the little monk Jingsi. They gritted their teeth and said, "The great master is like a cloud, can't even a little monk solve it?"
Incompetent furious.
But now, when it comes to the little King Kong monk, even the people in the market straightened his chest proudly, and sneered disdainfully: But so.
This is the face that Xu Qi'an has struggled little by little in the process of fighting the law, and a little bit of rebuilding confidence.
The middle-aged man in the blue shirt looked at the shopkeeper in amazement: "You have known it a long time ago, so this is the rule?"
"Different people see different things, so check the omissions." The shopkeeper smiled and said: "Today I guarded the restaurant and failed to see Doufa, a great regret in life.
"You can only taste it again and again afterwards and drink a little wine, and then regret becomes a pleasure."
The middle-aged man in the blue shirt nodded and continued: "...After that Xu Yinluo came out, he said one step at a time..."
"Wait." The shopkeeper suddenly stopped and said: "The sea is at the end of the sky, and I am the peak of martial arts? Are you sure there is this poem? Many people in front of me have said this paragraph to me, but they have not said it. "
The middle-aged man in the blue shirt nodded vigorously: "Yes, there is this sentence. I have read a book more than ten years ago. I can't remember a few poems?"
"Hiss... This is strange." The shopkeeper frowned.
At this time, a person from the rivers and lakes "coughed" and said in a low voice: "The shopkeeper, whoever told you about this, are all rivers and lakes knights."
The shopkeeper asked: "Is there a problem?"
"Hey!" The people from the rivers and lakes waved their hands: "You ordinary people don't care, just say it, but as a martial artist, who dares to say this kind of thing in the audience? It's not a death or a beating."
The shopkeeper suddenly realized that the martial artist was brave and cruel, and most of them were not arrogant. He often drew his sword at each other because the other party said something inappropriate. This kind of thing happens from time to time even in the strict Beijing.
"I've collected another good poem. This is Xu Shikui's poem. Quickly, get me paper and pen." The shopkeeper became excited, and ordered Xiao Er.
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Imperial Academy.
The Imperial Academy belongs to the cabinet, and is responsible for compiling books and history, drafting edicts, attending to the royal family, and serving as an imperial examination examiner.
The three most clean and noble positions in the DPRK are the Imperial History, Six Sections of the Imperial Court and the Imperial Academy.
In terms of status, the Imperial Academy ranks first, because the Imperial Academy also has a name: Storage Phase Cultivation Base.
Dafeng served as the first assistant, all came out of the imperial court. In other words, only the princes in the imperial court can enter the cabinet, become a bachelor, and even pay the first assistant.
The only exception is that nobles or princes can directly pass the imperial court and enter the cabinet to hold the power.
However, civil servants cannot do this. Civil servants must enter the Imperial Academy if they want to join the cabinet. In the Hanlin Academy, only Grade One and Grade Two Jinshi can enter.
At this moment, the on duty in Emperor Yuanjing's bedroom was standing in the hall of the Imperial Academy scolding the princes.
"Isn't your majesty's meritocracy for the victory of this battle? Isn't it that the court cultivated Xu Yinluo to have merit? Look at what you wrote, all of them were born in the first class, so you can't write history."
The threw the book to the ground: "Rewrite."
The expressions of the Qingguis on the scene changed. After they returned to the Hanlin Academy, they didn't even eat any food. They wrote with a spirit of spirit.
There is no doubt that today's fighting method will be recorded in the annals of history and passed on to future generations. But how to write is very particular about it.
All such events that raise the country’s prestige must be recorded positively in history books, symbolizing honor and glory.
The person in power, that is, Emperor Yuan Jing, wanted to take a while.
Of course, when other emperors encountered such an opportunity, they would make the same choice as Emperor Yuanjing.
A young editor said in a deep voice: "People are selected by the supervisor, and Xu Yinluo contributes to the fight. What does this have to do with your majesty? As editors of the Imperial Academy, we are not only writing history books for the court, but also for future generations. Heirs write history."
The sneered, yin and yang strangely said: "It is a gift from your majesty that a few can enter the Imperial Academy, and it will be sooner or later to enter the cabinet in the future. The sun and the moon are shining and the future is boundless.
"If you make your Majesty unhappy, assign them outside, tsk tsk, this is a great future, let alone the sun and the moon, even the stars are gone.
"Your Majesty means that the length of the article will remain the same, and the detailed description of the fighting method and the process of his majesty's selection of talents. As for Xu Yinluo's praise of his merits, after all, he is young and will have opportunities in the future.
"Masters, do you understand."
The young editor grabbed the inkstone and smashed it over and hit the eunuch's chest. The ink stained the python's robe. The made a muffled sound and backed away.
"Do you dare to hit our house?" The was furious.
"You are the one who beat you." The editor pointed at the and cursed: "This time the Western Regions mission entered Beijing, first King Kong sat in Nancheng and Master Beicheng gave lectures; later, the Fa came to the world and questioned the supervisor.
"Then the Si Tian Jian fought against Buddhism, Xu Shikui tried to turn the tide and defeat the spirit of Buddhism. Without him, the court would lose face this time. Why can't I sing praises, and why should I reduce the pen and ink. Young hero, the official admires him, if he is a scholar , I worshiped him as a teacher.
"Get out of the officer. The Hanlin Academy is not a place where you can go wild."
"Get out." Other Qinggui grabbed what he could grab around, and slammed his head over, pen, ink, paper, inkstone and book holder...
The fled in embarrassment and left the imperial court.
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Lingbao View.
Dressed in a gorgeous palace dress, the hem of the skirt dragged to the ground, and the woman wearing precious jewelry came to the inner courtyard, with a dignified manner and a gentle voice, and said:
"You two go down first, I have something to say to the national teacher."
The two accompanying girls left the yard.
The woman suddenly became lively, carrying her skirt, jogging into the quiet room, yelling: "Guo Shi, why didn't you see you during today's fighting? Did you see today's fighting?"
In the quiet room, wearing a black robe, wearing a lotus crown, with neatly combed hair, Luo Yuheng, with a smooth forehead and a beautiful face, sitting on the futon, looking at the woman who came in, said lightly:
"Not interested in."
"Then you missed the good show."
The veiled woman came to the desk and sat down and said, "Today's fighting is wonderful, it's more interesting than the performance of a troupe, I will tell you..."
She twittered, telling Luo Yuheng vividly about the process of fighting.
"You said, he broke the eight bitter formation with a single knife?" Luo Yuheng frowned.
"Yes, it's amazing, what's the matter?" the masked woman asked.
It was the supervisor who was helping him and mobilizing the power of all beings for him...Luo Yuheng pondered for a moment and said, "You continue."
The veiled woman told her that Xu Qi'an had smashed the diamond formation with a single knife. Luo Yuheng did not express his position. When he heard the old monk talk about the Dharma and made Du'erohhan epiphany, the woman said with emotion:
"Although I still don't understand the greatness of Mahayana Buddhism, it sounds amazing."
Mahayana Buddhism........ How could he have such an understanding? A look of shock flashed in Luo Yuheng's beautiful eyes.
"These are nothing. The most exciting is the fourth level...At that time, the golden body form appeared and forced the disciple to kneel. At this time, the most interesting scene appeared... .."
The veiled woman had bright eyes and poured herself a sip of tea.
Luo Yuheng smiled and said, "Drink slowly, Nan Zhi, have you noticed one thing?"
"what's up."
"You used to come to me to watch, always yelling about being bored, and want to go out to play. But now, you don't talk about being bored anymore, not only don't you, but in everything you talked about, Xu Qi'an was involved in a few words."
The veiled woman was taken aback for a moment. She stared at Luo Yuheng for a moment, reduced her lively temperament, and became a reserved and dignified lady again, with a slight estrangement and a calm tone: "What do you mean."
Luo Yuheng smiled and shook his head: "Just to remind you that you have a husband. Your husband is King Huai, a third-rank martial artist. He guards the border and is not in the capital.
"But there are so many confidants and eyes and ears in the capital, you should not have too much involvement with Xu Qi'an, otherwise you will harm him."
The veiled woman sneered, with a proud tone: "How could I be involved with a disciple who has become a teacher, are you burying me?"
"That's fine," Luo Yuheng nodded, "Actually, if you don't tell me, I also know what happened afterwards. It's nothing more than the fact that the law is broken for no reason, or did Jianzheng take action?"
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Either the supervisor secretly assisted, or acted openly.
After all, in the capital, Emperor Yuanjing's luck was insufficient, and his cultivation base was weak. The only sorcerer who could mobilize the power of sentient beings, the sorcerer was the first-class, supervising righteousness!
"No."
The veiled woman shook her head in a cold tone.
This stingy woman made her face at every turn...Luo Yuheng smiled, holding a tea cup, and asked: "No?"
"It's a clear light falling from the sky, breaking the golden body, breaking the Buddha realm." She whispered:
"I was close at the time, and it was clear that it was a carving knife."
burin? !
There seemed to be a thunderbolt in her ears, Luo Yuheng's hand shook, and the warm tea splashed out, her beautiful face suddenly solidified.
It’s not Jianzheng......... Jianzheng cannot dominate the Confucian carving knife... Luo Yuheng said solemnly: "The carving knife, where is the carving knife? What's wrong, tell me carefully."
There was eagerness in her tone and a trace of excitement that could not be concealed. The veiled woman had never seen Luo Yuheng have such a rich emotional fluctuation, and asked strangely: "What's wrong with you?"
"Say it!" Luo Yuheng leaned forward and drank it out.
".........The carving knife broke the law."
"Did the carving knife escape after breaking the law, or stay on the scene? Xu...Xu Qi'an did he touch the carving knife?" Luo Yuheng stared at her scorchingly, as if this was important. .
"Yes, he stabbed the image in the temple." The woman raised her right arm and made a forward "stabbing" gesture.
Luo Yuheng was stunned.
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PS: There is a chapter before twelve o'clock.