On the top floor of the Stargazing Tower, the Supervisor left the Eight Trigrams Stage and stared sharply at the carving knife in Xu Qi 'an's hand.
"Did you also choose him …" At this moment, the "God" in the eyes of the people of Daibun, who had been in the capital for five hundred years, muttered to himself.
"Hahaha …"
The Yuanjing Emperor looked up to the sky and roared. With his hands behind his back, he stood on the tallest building in Daibun, listening to the cheers of his people. This was the victory of Daibun, and also his victory.
Buddhism, this time, was under his feet.
"What a good 'don't kneel'," the Yuanjing Emperor said with emotion, "How many years has it been, how many years has there not been such an outstanding young man in the capital."
"Ah ah ah ah …"
The frame burst into a shrill scream and stamped his feet excitedly, "Won, Huaiqing, the dog slave won, he is my man, my man."
Huaiqing looked at the unconscious Xu Qi 'an, and there seemed to be infatuation in her eyes.
She was a very outstanding woman, noble and proud. Even if she was the Zhuangyuan, in Huaiqing's eyes, it was not bad. There were countless talents in the capital, but the only one who could really make Princess Huaiqing admire was Wei Yuan.
Dean Zhao Shou was an elder worthy of respect, but not enough to make her admire him.
At this moment, Huaiqing recalled the various deeds of Xu Qi 'an. The tax silver case was just a fledgling, and he secretly set up the Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Zhou Li, and completely eliminated the hidden danger.
Then he joined the night watchman, cut the silver gong with a knife, was imprisoned, and was ordered to investigate the Sampo Case … almost independently completed the investigation of the Yunzhou case, and then died in the battle of four hundred rebels, returned to the capital … was ordered to investigate the Concubine Fu case.
During this period, there was a masterpiece that was handed down from generation to generation, which encouraged the Daibun scholars.
And now, he represented the Celestial Commissioner in the battle against the Buddhist sects, wielding his saber twice, forcibly beating back the confidence of the people in the capital.
During the Dao discussion, the obsession of the old monk under the Bodhi tree was purified, allowing a Grade 2 Arhat to have an epiphany and understand the Mahayana Dharma.
Soon after, Light came from beyond the sky. With a single strike, he collapsed the Dharma Form and destroyed the Arhat magic treasure.
Princess Huaiqing had never seen such an outstanding man before.
The women cheered, and the civil and military officials laughed … Amidst the explosive cheers, Xu Pingzhi slumped in his chair, as if all his strength had been drained.
Just a little bit more and the Buddhist Sect would have snatched away his secret.
Amidst the excited cheers and blood-boiling shouts of the people in the capital, the main character, Xu Qi'an, was ignored. Xu Erlang quietly walked over and carried his elder brother on his back.
In the end, I alone took on everything … Xu Erlang thought.
He carried Xu Qi'an on his back and walked towards the direction of the night watchmen. His eyes caught a glimpse of the carving knife that Xu Qi'an was holding tightly in his hand.
What is this thing? It seems to be a carving knife?
Looking at its shape, it seems to be a "pen" used by scholars in ancient times. At that time, there was no paper, and words were written on bamboo slips. Scholars held a carving knife and wrote down their talent on the bamboo slips.
Where did this carving knife come from … Later, when no one notices, I will secretly steal it from my elder brother! Xu Erlang was a little envious. This kind of antique is very tempting to scholars.
Dhu Lohan stood in the same place in a daze. It was not that he felt sorry for the damage of the golden alms bowl, but he regretted that such a talented Arhat did not convert to Buddhism.
"Uncle-Master …"
Monk Jing Chen looked at Xu Erlang's back and Xu Qi'an on his shoulder. He said in a deep voice, "Patron Xu is a Buddhist genius bestowed by the heavens. He is the founder of the Mahayana Buddhist Dharma. Uncle-Master, you must bring him back to the Western Regions."
Dhu Lohan pondered for a long time before letting out a long sigh. "Forget it. The time has not come."
Monk Jing Chen was indignant. He seemed to think of something as he turned to look at the Stargazing Tower. He opened his mouth, but he ultimately chose to remain silent.
…
The battle between the Buddhists and the Celestial Commissioner had ended, but the lingering charm of this exciting event continued.
In a restaurant, a middle-aged man in a tattered blue shirt carried an empty wine flask. He crossed the threshold and entered the hall on the first floor. He went straight to the counter.
"Manager, I heard that as long as I talk about the battle, you will give me a flask of wine for free?"
The manager with a goatee smiled and nodded. "You can also talk while drinking. My restaurant will also give you a plate of peanuts."
The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment. He had wanted to bring the wine home to drink, but the manager had given him too much. He said, "Alright, I'll drink here. Quick, bring the peanuts."
The manager waved his hand and summoned a waiter. He served the middle-aged man a flask of wine and a plate of peanuts.
The middle-aged man drank a mouthful of wine and threw two peanuts into his mouth.
The Buddhist Arhat threw the golden alms bowl on the ground. Immediately, the weather changed. Lightning intertwined and a Buddhist realm appeared in the sky. There are a total of four stages in this Buddhist realm. The first stage is called the Eight Hardships Array. This array is impressive. It's said that it's used by eminent Buddhist monks to hone their Buddhist hearts …
"The second stage is called the Vajra Array. Manager, do you know who the Vajra presiding over it is?"
The middle-aged man looked at the manager disdainfully.
"Isn't it that young monk from the southern city?" The Waiter scoffed.
"That's right. Isn't he just a young monk?" A customer at the table echoed.
"All of you know about him …" The middle-aged man was taken aback.
"He was still killed by our Xu Yinluo. What Invincible Vajra? He's just a paper tiger. Pui!" The customer who spoke was filled with the pride of a person from the capital.
A day ago, they would gnash their teeth at the mention of the young monk, Jingsi. "There are so many experts in Daibun. Can't they even deal with a young monk?"
They were incompetent and furious.
But now, at the mention of the young monk, even the commoners puffed out their chests proudly and sneered disdainfully. "That's all."
This was all the pride that Xu Qi 'an had won back during the battle and rebuilt his confidence bit by bit.
The middle-aged man looked at the manager in astonishment. "You already knew? Then why did you set this rule?"
"Different people see different things. It's to fill in the gaps." The manager said with a smile, "Today, I was guarding the restaurant and couldn't watch the battle. It's a great regret in life.
"I can only think about it after the event and drink some wine to turn regret into joy."
The middle-aged man nodded and continued, "After that Xu Yinluo came out, he wrote a poem with every step he took …"
"Wait." The manager suddenly stopped him and said, "When the sea ends, heaven is the shore. At the peak of martial arts, I am the peak? Are you sure there's such a poem? Many people have told me about it before, but none of them said it. "
The middle-aged man nodded vigorously. "Yes, there's such a poem. I've read books from more than ten years ago. How can I not remember a few poems?"
"Hiss … That's strange." The manager frowned.
At that moment, a person from the pugilistic world coughed and said in a low voice, "Manager, the people who told you about this must be people from the pugilistic world."
The manager asked, "Is there a problem?"
"Hai!" The person from the pugilistic world waved his hand. "It doesn't matter if you ordinary people say it. But as martial arts practitioners, who would dare to say such things in public? You're either looking for death or a beating. "
The manager suddenly understood. Warrior was brave and fierce. He could not stand people being arrogant. Often, just because someone said something inappropriate, he would pull out his sword and fight them. This kind of thing happened even in the capital, which had strict rules.
"I've collected another good poem. This is Xu Shikui's poem. Quick, get me a pen and paper. "The manager was excited and ordered the waiter.
…
Hanlin Academy.
Hanlin Academy belonged to the Cabinet. It was responsible for writing history, drafting imperial edicts, reading for the members of the royal family, and serving as an examiner for the imperial examinations.
The three most prestigious positions in the imperial court were the Imperial Censorate, the Minister of the Six Departments, and Hanlin Academy.
In terms of status, Hanlin Academy ranked first because it had another name: the Prime Minister's Training Base.
All the Prime Ministers of Daibun came from Hanlin Academy. In other words, only the nobles from Hanlin Academy could enter the Cabinet and become a Grand Secretary or even a Prime Minister.
The only exception was that nobles or princes could directly bypass Hanlin Academy and enter the Cabinet to hold the power of the Prime Minister.
However, civil officials could not do this. If civil officials wanted to enter the Cabinet, they had to enter Hanlin Academy. And Hanlin Academy could only be entered by first and second rank Grand Scholars.
At this moment, the eunuch on duty in the Yuanjing Emperor's palace was standing in the hall of Hanlin Academy and scolding the nobles.
"Isn't the victory of this battle because His Majesty chose people of merit? Isn't it because the imperial court cultivated Xu Yinluo? Look at what you've written. All of you are first rank Grand Scholars. You don't even know how to write history. "
The eunuch threw the book on the ground. "Rewrite."
The faces of the nobles changed. After returning to Hanlin Academy, they didn't even eat. They wrote it on a whim.
Today's battle would be recorded in the annals of history and passed down to future generations. There was no doubt about it. But how it should be written was very particular.
All such events that promoted the prestige of the country must be recorded in the annals of history, which symbolized honor and glory.
The ruler, namely the Yuanjing Emperor, wanted to freeload.
Of course, other emperors would make the same choice as the Yuanjing Emperor if they encountered such an opportunity.
A young editor said in a deep voice, "The people were chosen by the Supervisor, and the battle was fought by Xu Yinluo. What does this have to do with His Majesty? As editors of Hanlin Academy, we not only write history for the imperial court, but also for future generations. "
The eunuch sneered and said in a strange tone, "It's a gift from His Majesty that you can enter Hanlin Academy. It's only a matter of time before you enter the Cabinet. The sun and the moon shine, and your future is boundless.
"If they make His Majesty unhappy, they will be assigned outside. Tsk, tsk, such a bright future, not to mention the sun and the moon, even the stars will be gone.
"His Majesty means that the length of the book remains the same. Write in detail about the battle and the process of His Majesty's selection of talents. As for Xu Yinluo's praises, he is young after all, and there will be opportunities in the future.
"Do you understand, Your Excellencies?"
The young editor grabbed the inkstone and smashed it on the eunuch's chest. The ink dyed his official robe black, and the eunuch groaned and stepped back.
"How dare you hit me?" The eunuch was furious.
"Yes, I hit you." The editor pointed at the eunuch and scolded, "This time, when the Western Region delegation came to the capital, first, there was King Kong in the South City, and Master in the North City preached. Then, the Dharma Idol came to the world and questioned the Supervisor.
"After that, the Celestial Commissioner fought with the Buddhists. Xu Shikui turned the tide and defeated the Buddhists. Without him, the imperial court would have lost face this time. Why can't we sing his praises, and why should we write less? I admire such a young hero. If he is a scholar, I will worship him as my teacher.
"Get out of here. Hanlin Academy is not a place for a eunuch like you to behave atrociously."
"Get out." The other nobles grabbed whatever they could grab and smashed it at the eunuch, such as pens, ink, paper, inkstone, books, and brush holders …
The eunuch fled from Hanlin Academy in embarrassment.
…
In the Lingbao Temple.
A woman wearing a gorgeous palace dress with her skirt dragging on the ground and precious jewelry on her head came to the inner courtyard. She looked dignified and said in a gentle voice, "You two can leave first.
"Both of you can leave first. I have something to say to the Imperial Tutor."
The two accompanying maids left the courtyard.
The woman suddenly became lively. She lifted the hem of her skirt and trotted into the quiet room, shouting, "Nation Master, why didn't I see you during the fight today? Did you see today's fight?"
Inside the quiet room, Luo Yuheng was dressed in a black Daoist robe and a lotus crown. Her hair was neatly combed, revealing her smooth forehead and gorgeous face. She sat cross-legged on a praying mat as she looked at the woman who barged in carelessly.
"Not interested."
"Then you missed a good show."
The veiled woman came to the table and sat down. She said, "Today's fight was wonderful. It was more interesting than the opera troupe. Let me tell you …"
She chattered and told the process of the fight to Luo Yuheng.
"You said he broke the Eight Distresses Formation with one strike?" Luo Yuheng frowned.
"Yes, it was very powerful. What's wrong?" The veiled woman asked.
"It was the Supervisor who helped him and mobilized the power of all living beings …" Luo Yuheng thought for a moment and said, "Continue."
The veiled woman told her about Xu Qi'an breaking the Vajra Formation with one strike. Luo Yuheng didn't say anything. When she heard the old monk talking about the Dharma and Dhu Lohan's enlightenment, the woman sighed.
"Although I still don't understand what's so great about the Mahayana Dharma, it sounds very powerful."
The Mahayana Dharma … He has such comprehension? Luo Yuheng's beautiful eyes flashed with astonishment.
"These are nothing. The most exciting part was the fourth test … When the Golden Body appeared and forced the lecher to kneel, the most interesting scene appeared …"
The veiled woman's eyes sparkled as she poured herself a mouthful of tea.
Luo Yuheng smiled and said, "Drink slowly. Nan Zhi, did you notice something?"
"What is it?"
"When you came to my monastery in the past, you always complained that you were bored and wanted to go out to play. But now, you no longer say that you were bored. Not only did you not say it, when you talked to me, you always brought up Xu Qi'an. "
The veiled woman was stunned. She stared at Luo Yuheng for a moment and retracted her lively temperament. She became a reserved and dignified lady again. With a faint alienation, she said calmly, "What do you mean?"
Luo Yuheng smiled and shook her head, "I just want to remind you that you have a husband. Your husband is Duke Huai, a third grade martial artist. He guards the border and is not in the capital.
"But there are many of his henchmen and eyes in the capital. Don't get too involved with Xu Qi'an, or you will hurt him."
The veiled woman sneered and said proudly, "How can I get involved with a lecher who goes in and out of the Musical House all day long? Are you mocking me?"
"That's good." Luo Yuheng nodded and said, "In fact, even if you don't tell me, I know what happened later. The Golden Body was broken for no reason, or the Supervisor took action?"
Just now, she sensed a force of all living beings rising, and then everything was calm.
Either the Supervisor secretly helped, or he took action openly.
After all, in the capital, the Yuanjing Emperor was not lucky enough, and his cultivation was weak. Only the warlocks could mobilize the force of all living beings. The first grade warlock, the Supervisor!
"No."
The veiled woman shook her head and said coldly.
"This stingy woman, always showing attitude …" Luo Yuheng smiled, held the teacup, and asked, "No?"
"A Light fell from the sky, broke the Golden Body Dharma Form, and broke the Buddhist Realm." She whispered.
"I was close at that time, and I saw it clearly. It was a carving knife."
A carving knife?!
As if there was a thunderbolt in her ears, Luo Yuheng's hand trembled, and the warm tea splashed out. Her beautiful face suddenly froze.
"Not the Supervisor … The Supervisor can't control the Confucian carving knife …" Luo Yuheng said in a deep voice, "The carving knife, where is the carving knife, and what happened later? Tell me in detail."
Her tone was full of eagerness and a trace of excitement that could not be concealed. The veiled woman had never seen Luo Yuheng with such rich emotions, so she asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?"
"Speak quickly!" Luo Yuheng's body leaned forward and he actually shouted.
"… It was the carving knife that broke the Golden Body."
"Did the carving knife escape after breaking the Golden Body, or did it stay at the scene? Did Xu Qi'an touch the carving knife? "Luo Yuheng stared at her with a burning gaze, as if this was very important.
"Yes, he pierced the Golden Body in the temple with a knife." The woman raised her right arm and made a poking gesture.
Luo Yuheng was stunned.
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