When they heard Yamada Jiro, the envoy from Japan, say the words' Yin-Yang Art ', many people sitting at Master Yi's side were surprised.
Someone commented, "Yin-Yang Technique? Did you hear that? Is that the Japanese talking about the Yin-Yang Technique in Feng Shui? "
The Yi Masters present were all elites. Few of them didn't know that there was a branch of Fengshui called Yin-Yang. It was the only knowledge in Yi Xue that could restrain the dead. There was a small group of Yi Masters who preferred to call themselves Yin-Yang Masters. It was said that they could communicate with ghosts and deities and communicate with ghosts and deities. However, it was not recognized by the orthodox Yi Xue.
There was a saying in Yi School: When a person dies, his fate energy ends. Since there was no fate energy, how could one predict the future?
Xin Ya sneered and said, "I thought it was some celestial technique that could summon the wind and summon the rain. The Yin Yang technique that you mentioned, Master Yamada, is also a branch of the Da An Yi School. Yin Yang and the Five Elements originate from the Central Plains. Don't tell me you don't know that?"
Xin Ya's words were what most of the Yi Masters were thinking. Many of them looked at the arrogant Japanese envoy like he was a joke, waiting for him to make a fool of himself.
However, Yamada Jiro didn't lose his cool. Instead, he nodded. "You're right. Our Yin-Yang Technique was comprehended by a celestial path master in Middle Earth a few hundred years ago."
As he spoke, his gaze swept across the Yi Masters. His face was filled with regret. He shook his head and sighed. "It's a pity that a few hundred years later, the Yi Masters of the Sacred Dynasty forgot their roots and lost their true essence."
He didn't seem to see Xin Ya's change of expression. He faced Emperor Zhaoqing and pointed to the two Japanese. "Your Majesty, these two are the precious Yin-Yang Masters of our country. One of them is proficient in the art of spells and can summon the wind and rain. The other is proficient in the art of spirit communication and can bring the dead back to life. As the saying goes, it's impolite not to reciprocate. Thank you, Your Majesty, for showing us the Yi School of the Sacred Dynasty. With your permission, I'll ask them to perform the art and let Your Majesty witness the true teachings of our country. "
Look, you guys put on such a big show, showing off how amazing your Yi Xue is, but in terms of real ability, it is inferior to our Yin Yang Technique. Isn't it embarrassing?
The Emperor of Zhao Qing was very unhappy, but as the ruler of a country, he still had the magnanimity he should have. He would not flare up on a small envoy like him.
Should he allow this Onmyoji from Nihon to show off his skills? It was hard to decide.
If it was accurate and they could not show their true ability, then it would be fine. But if they had the ability, then wouldn't it prove that the Da 'an Orthodox Sect's Yi Xue was inferior to their Heretical Sect?
If it wasn't accurate, it would look like they had a guilty conscience. There were a few other foreign envoys watching from the side.
Emperor Zhao Qing glanced sideways at the First Seat on the west side. When he saw the Grand Tiandi's nonchalant expression, he felt that his previous hesitation was unnecessary.
Thus, he waved his sleeves and approved.
Yamada Jiro was overjoyed. He had entered the imperial court this time because he had been entrusted with a mission by the Emperor. If he did not succeed, he could only kill himself when he returned.
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Summoning the wind and summoning the rain, bringing the dead back to life, and dispatching ghosts and gods. How could ordinary people know these three abilities?
Yu Shu was just as curious as the rest of the people present.
After Yamada Jiro obtained the permission of the Emperor of Zhao Qing, he turned his head to talk to the two Onmyoji he brought. He used their own language and said a few words. Between the two of them, the man wearing the black horned hat stood up, while the Japanese youth was still sitting in the same place.
Yamada Jiro introduced the Onmyoji to everyone. This Onmyoji in white clothes and a black hat was called Aida Maki. He was proficient in talismans and could summon the wind and summon the rain.
Aida Maki saluted the Emperor of Zhao Qing, said a few words, and pointed at the door of the hall.
The Emperor of Zhao Qing asked, "What did he say?"
Yamada Jiro quickly explained and acted as a translator, "Mr. Aida said that if we want to perform the spell, we can't do it inside. We have to do it outside. Please allow it, Emperor Daan."
Every year, the Celestial Commissioner would arrange a sacrifice. Sometimes, when there was a drought in the north or a flood in the south, the Emperor of Zhao Qing would find a Taoist priest to add to the ritual, pray for good weather, and ask the Heavens to rain. However, everyone knew that the wind and rain were not decided by mortals. It depended on the mood of the Heavens.
Seeing that the Onmyoji from Japan only had this little request, he didn't ask for any altars or cinnabar chicken blood. He wanted to ask the Heavens for help empty-handed. The Emperor of Zhao Qing began to feel that this group of Japanese was fooling him.
How could he summon the wind and rain?
"Zhuner." The Emperor of Zhao Qing allowed Aida Maki to go out and reminded the Emperor, "Send someone out to take a look, then report back."
The Emperor nodded and turned his head. His eyes swept over the heads of the officials behind him and stopped on the two of them. He said, "Minister of the Right, the female imperial official will go with you and take a look."
Yu Shu was wondering what kind of tricks those Nihon people were playing when she suddenly heard the Commissioner call her official position. She didn't know how to react until Jing Chen stood up in front of her and looked back at her. He said in a low voice, "Official Yu."
“.....”
Yu Shu accepted her fate and stood up. She lowered her head and stared at the back of Da Dian's head. She thought to herself, They really want to match me and Jing Chen to the end.
The two of them followed the Onmyoji out of the hall one after the other.
Yu Shu looked up at the sky. It was afternoon and the sun was high up in the sky. It didn't look like it was going to rain at all.
Jing Chen looked at her silently. He didn't care how the Onmyoji performed the spell.
There was an empty space on the marble steps outside the hall. Other than the guards and eunuchs waiting outside, there were no other people.
Aida Maki took off his white hunting jacket and spread it on the ground. He knelt on one knee and faced the south. He put his palms together and made a strange gesture. He muttered something in a gloomy voice.
However, Yu Shu had only learned one foreign language in her previous life. She couldn't understand a word even when she strained her ears.
After about a quarter of an hour, Aida Maki's voice became urgent. He lowered his head and bit the middle finger of his left hand. Blood gushed out. He used the blood as a book and started to draw a talisman on the open white hunting jacket.
Yu Shu took two steps forward to take a closer look. The talisman drawn on the back of the white jacket was bloody and twisted. It made her nauseous. She had seen Taoist priests draw talismans before, but they used chicken blood and cinnabar. What was this talisman drawn with human blood?
After Aida Maki finished drawing the talisman, he used his blood-stained middle finger to smear the area between his eyebrows. He pointed to the sky. A strange red light suddenly appeared on his fingertip and shot straight into the sky. Yu Shu thought she was seeing things.
She looked up at the red light until it disappeared. She couldn't help but turn around and ask Jing Chen, "Did you see that?"
"What?"
"That beam of light came from his hand," Li Wuyou said.
"Yeah."
"…" What the hell are you talking about! Do you have to be so calm about such a strange thing? Did you see it or not?
Yu Shu was about to ask again when she saw Jing Chen frown and raise his head.
The next moment, Yu Shu felt a chill on her forehead. She blinked and touched it. It was wet.
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