The autumn wind blew into the tower, and Chang 'an knew no sorrow.
The autumn grain from various counties was transported to the city one after another. The good harvest not only smoothed out the wrinkles on the faces of the rural farmers, but also brought smiles to the faces of the people in the city. Ginkgo leaves fell from the branches and covered the long street. It did not look solemn, but elegant.
Like in other seasons, many tourists from other counties and even foreign countries came to Chang 'an with the autumn grain. Among them was a man in a light white robe.
There was some dust on the man's robe, and he carried a long sword on his back. His expression was calm and gentle. Only a few people could understand the pride and indifference hidden in the depths of his eyes.
He walked on the crowded streets of Chang 'an. Although there were crowds of people in front of him, he only saw the historical buildings of Chang' an that had experienced thousands of years of wind and frost. There were no people in his eyes.
This was the most prosperous and bustling city in the world, Chang 'an. However, this man in a light white robe did not seem to feel the liveliness here. To be more precise, although his body was in the bustling mortal world, his spirit was not in this world, but in the smell of this city.
Over the years, whether he was in the mortal world or outside the mortal world, that was where his body was, but his heart had been wandering outside the mortal world. Therefore, there was no prosperity in his eyes, not even people.
A few naughty children ran past the man with frosted fruit sticks in their hands. One of the crying little girls almost wiped her tears on his body. He frowned slightly as he looked at the little girl's back and slowly shook his head.
A moment ago, he looked at the empty street and sensed the historical aura of this thousand-year-old city. He was just about to recite a verse, but he was disturbed by these naughty children, so he immediately lost interest.
Standing in front of the stall, he watched the short boss skillfully string all kinds of fruits together and then roll them in the sugar paddle pot. Suddenly, he felt that it was pointless and walked towards the north of the city.
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At the top of the Wanyan Tower.
Li Qingshan looked at the white chess piece that had been inexplicably split in two. He looked at the extremely smooth section of the chess piece, and his expression was solemn and complicated. There was a touch of confusion and emotion hidden in the shock. "You actually came to Chang 'an? It seems that the situation is getting more and more troublesome. "
Huang Yang frowned and asked, "Is it really Liu Bai, the Sword Saint?"
Li Qingshan shook his head and sighed gently. "It's not Liu Bai, but someone even more troublesome than Liu Bai."
Huang Yang was slightly startled. "Is there someone more troublesome than Liu Bai?"
"Yes," said Li Qingshan.
Then he looked at Huang Yang and said with a serious expression, "I must leave to welcome that person. In the following days, if that person does not leave Chang 'an, you must stay in the palace."
Hearing this, Huang Yang remained silent and prepared to enter the palace.
Li Qingshan's meaning was very clear. The expert who came to Chang 'an City had the terrifying power to directly threaten His Majesty in the imperial palace. They even needed to work together to ensure His Majesty's safety. Therefore, when he went to meet the expert, Huang Yang had to stay in the palace and stay there forever.
How many people in the world could pose a threat to the Tang Emperor in Chang 'an?
Just a few of them.
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The Southern Gate Temple of Haotian was in the North City, very close to the imperial palace.
Li Qingshan stood at the gate of the Taoist temple and looked at the vermilion palace wall and turret not far away. He was silent. No one could tell that he was extremely depressed and anxious at this time.
The man in a light white robe walked slowly from the other end of the long street, accompanied by the autumn wind and fallen leaves. His clothes were ordinary, and only a simple Taoist bun indicated his origin.
Li Qingshan looked at him and bowed calmly. "Greetings, Mr. Ye Su."
The man was the World Wayfarer of Haotian Taoism, Ye Su.
Ye Su looked calm and bowed back. "Greetings, Zhenren Li."
His way of addressing Li Qingshan was very interesting. He did not call him Nation Master or Great Divine Priest, but Zhenren Li. This was a very Taoist title.
In history, the abbey dean of the Southern Gate Temple of Haotian Taoism often served as the Nation Master of Tang. His position in the West-Hill Divine Palace was similar to that of the three Great Divine Priests on Peach Mountain.
Although Ye Su was unknown in the Divine Hall, as a World Wayfarer, his position in Haotian Taoism was extremely special. He was qualified to be on equal footing with the three Great Divine Priests of West-Hill.
When Li Qingshan was conferred the title of Great Divine Priest, he had been to the Zhishou Abbey. It was the only time he had been to the Zhishou Abbey. He knew that the simple and even shabby Taoist temple was the real spirit of Haotian Taoism. Therefore, facing the person from the Zhishou Abbey in front of him, he could not help but be vigilant.
The man in front of him with a simple Taoist bun and a sword on his back was not an ordinary person. He was the legendary Ye Su, the most powerful person in the younger generation of Haotian Taoism. His state was no less than that of the three Great Divine Priests of the Divine Hall. There were even rumors that this person's state was slightly on the same level as Liu Bai's.
As the Nation Master of Tang, Li Qingshan had already reached the highest peak of Haotian Taoism in the secular world. Ye Su's identity and strength did not shock him. What really shocked and worried him was that rumor had it that Ye Su would never set foot in the secular world. Why would he come to Chang 'an and appear in front of the world?
Fortunately, this person came to the Southern Gate Temple to meet him as soon as he entered Chang 'an. Through this, Li Qingshan felt that the other party wanted to express his wish and was slightly relieved.
"I heard that the Tang Empire is very strict with the management of cultivators. Foreign cultivators have to register at the Imperial Center Administration when they enter Chang 'an. I don't want to deal with those ordinary people, so I would like to trouble you to help me."
Ye Su said calmly.
Hearing this, Li Qingshan was slightly stunned.
The law of the Tang Empire did stipulate that foreign cultivators had to register at the Imperial Center Administration when they entered Chang 'an. Otherwise, they would be regarded as enemies by the imperial court of the Tang Empire. However, no matter how strict the law was, it still depended on who it was. It could only restrict those who could be restricted. How could it affect people like Ye Su?
However, Ye Su did not seem to understand this. The first thing he did after coming to Chang 'an was to ask the Southern Gate of Haotian to help him register. It sounded interesting, but there were some hidden meanings.
Li Qingshan understood what he meant and said with a smile, "I dare not disobey."
The Taoists of the Southern Gate Temple would naturally handle such a trivial matter as registering at the Imperial Center Administration. Li Qingshan invited Ye Su into the temple to drink tea and wanted to find out the other party's intention.
Ye Su said, "I just came to Chang 'an to travel. I don't want to alarm too many people or cause any misunderstanding. I will just stroll around in the next few days."
After saying this, he turned around and left the Southern Gate Temple, walking towards the Vermilion Bird Avenue.
On the long street in autumn, Ye Su's figure became fainter and fainter, as if he was about to melt into the autumn leaves. Li Qingshan looked at that place and frowned slightly. No one knew what he was thinking.
That man came from the Untouchable Place.
That man was a World Wayfarer of Haotian Taoism.
Although he said he did not want to alarm too many people, such a terrifying person strolling around in Chang 'an was bound to alarm too many people.
From today onwards, Chang 'an was rarely peaceful.
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After leaving the Southern Gate Temple and walking on the Vermilion Bird Avenue, Ye Su followed the direction of the rolling leaves all the way to the south. Not long after, he arrived at the famous Vermilion Bird Stone painting.
He looked at the vivid Vermilion Bird painting on the ground and felt the hidden aura within it. He was silent for a long time. Even though he was in a high state, he could not help but admire the predecessor who built Chang 'an a thousand years ago and turned this magnificent city into a God-stunning Array.
Then he continued walking. Just as he said to Li Qingshan, he walked without any purpose. He walked completely according to his heart. He followed the hawkers, passed through the streets and alleys, looked at the kites and walked casually. When he was a little thirsty, he would borrow a ladle of water from the well at the entrance of the alley. He did not stop walking.
In a very quiet street, he saw a simple Taoist temple. At the entrance of the Taoist temple, a Taoist priest was preaching the West-Hill scriptures to the people. More than a dozen neighbors carried small stools and sat there listening attentively. From time to time, someone would raise their hand to ask about something they did not understand in the scriptures.
Ye Su stood outside the crowd and listened quietly to the preaching of the doctrine. He felt that it was different from the preaching he had heard in other places in the world. Especially the questions and even doubts from the people who were listening from time to time made him feel very uncomfortable. He even felt a little disgusted and angry.
A middle-aged man noticed him standing behind him. He saw that he was a little unfamiliar and thought that he was a tourist from another county. He stood up with great enthusiasm and invited him to sit down and listen.
Ye Su was not used to the innate enthusiasm of the people of Chang 'an. After a slight pause, he shook his head and declined. He looked expressionlessly at the Taoist priest who was stuttering on the stone steps. He watched as the Taoist priest stuttered in front of the people's harmless questions. His expression became a little ugly.
To Ye Su, Haotian Taoism was his home and country. Even if the Southern Gate Temple was independent of the West-Hill Divine Palace, it was still his place. That was why he went to see Li Qingshan as soon as he entered Chang 'an. That was why when he traveled around the world, he would often hide his identity and visit various Taoist temples.
In the Taoist temples of other countries, some Taoist priests might be greedy and stupid, but at least Haotian Taoism enjoyed supreme respect and glory. He had never seen a follower dare to ask a Taoist priest questions. He could not imagine that a follower would dare to doubt the records in the scriptures.
Since he was a follower of Haotian, he should obey the scriptures and not doubt them. No matter whether the doubt was reasonable or not, as long as he began to doubt it, it would be blasphemy.
This was Ye Su's opinion.
A voice sounded beside him.
"What's your opinion?"
The speaker was a scholar in an old coat. The scholar's eyes were unusually clean and he had a water ladle tied to his waist. He did not hold the old book in his hand today.
Ye Su looked at the scholar and was silent for a long time. Then he said, "This is Chang 'an. My opinion is not as important as yours."
This scholar was naturally the Eldest Brother of the Academy.
The Eldest Brother smiled and said, "If I remember correctly, this should be your first time in Chang 'an. Since you are here, you should stay for a few more days. Perhaps you will have a different opinion after seeing more."
Ye Su said, "I hope so too."
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