Three shocking pieces of news came out on the first day of the Plum Meeting.
The first piece of news was that the winner of the zither competition at the Plum Meeting wasn't Bai Zao, the favored girl of the Zhongzhou School, but a young woman from Shui Yue Nunnery. The name of the young woman was Guo Dong, and it was said that she was the personal disciple of Lian Sanyue. She had an ordinary appearance and claimed that it was her first time playing zither, but she was praised by Zen Master, and even Bai Zao felt inferior.
Anyway, the winner was Shui Yue Nunnery. This famous saying in the Cultivation circle was confirmed again.
The second piece of news was that Tong Yan didn't participate in the Plum Meeting on the first day, but went to the old plum garden. He won more than thirty games in a row on the street outside the garden, and he defeated the famous number one chess player of the imperial court, Grand Scholar Guo, in the middle game. Another interesting thing was the conversation between Tong Yan and Jing Jiu.
The most important piece of news was that Tian Jingren had been cultivating in the old plum garden.
It turned out that Tian Jingren, whom many people had been searching for, was cultivating in seclusion here. Lo Huainan had successfully visited Tian Jingren, and the content of his questions had been spread out. As Jing Jiu had said, his reputation had improved again. Many people knew that Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu had also come to the nunnery, but nobody knew what they had asked and how Tian Jingren had answered them.
And nobody knew that something else had happened the night before.
After Jing Jiu entered the palace, the Emperor had a long talk with this ordinary disciple of the Aoyama Sect.
In the early morning, the plum garden was covered with a thin fog.
Tian Jingren's behavior was simple and unadorned. He refused all the highly achieved swordsmen of the Western Sea Sword School and the disciples of the White-Deer Institute who wanted to protect him. He only brought a child to take care of his daily life. The more he did so, the better his reputation was in the world, and he was respected and admired by people.
The child came out while rubbing his sleepy eyes, ready to pick a few red plums to put in a vase.
The officials of the Pure Heaven Bureau, who had been guarding outside the garden all night, saw the scene and confirmed that Tian Jingren hadn't left, so they sent the news back to the royal palace.
Soon, a letter left the royal palace and was delivered to the Net-Perception Temple.
Then, a letter left the Net Perception Temple and was delivered to the old plum garden.
At that time, the boy had just finished serving the red plums in the bottle and was still yawning.
After taking over the letter, Tian Jingren knew the content of the letter as soon as he touched it with his fingers. It was not because his consciousness was connected to the spirit, but because the Zen idea attached to the letter directly entered into his heart.
The letter was written by Zen Master himself, inviting him to the Net Perception Temple today.
After a moment of silence, Tian Jingren said, "Prepare the car to go to the Net Perception Temple."
The boy was a little surprised and a little worried.
The Dhyana almighty who was as famous as Teacher wanted to see Teacher. Maybe they wanted to test each other.
Mister had just vomited blood yesterday. Could he hold on?
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The spring rain had stopped long ago.
After a night of nourishment, the soil was soft, and the bluestone was glowing faintly like black jade.
The petals that had been blown down by the rain fell on the wet floor, looking like the pastels that had just been touched by a painter. It was very beautiful.
Tian Jingren couldn't see such a beautiful scene, but he could smell the moisture in the air, the smoke coming from the ancient temple, and the faint fragrance of flower petals.
He said, "Peach and plum spring breeze, you should have a cup of wine."
"Monks can't drink wine."
A voice came from somewhere.
The Net Perception Temple was quiet in the early morning. There was no morning bell, and no monks were walking around. Were the incense that was turning into white smoke lit last night?
The boy had been supporting Tian Jingren, but now he suddenly disappeared without a trace. No one knew where he had gone.
Patter, patter. The man's footsteps were a little strange, like a cat drinking water or a horse stepping on the mud.
It was a teenager with a thin layer of black hair on his head. The dark red frock on his body was half open, looking very casual.
His eyes were bright and clean, but his feet were not wearing shoes. They were wet and muddy, looking dirty.
Tian Jingren said with a smile, "Wine and meat pass through the intestines."
The young monk waved his hand and said, "Eating is eating, doing is doing. You are too stubborn to say that it doesn't exist."
Tian Jingren didn't say anything more. He bowed slightly and said, "Zen Master summoned me here. What advice does he have for me?"
It turned out that the young monk was the rumored Zen Master.
In the eyes of the mortals and the regular Cultivation practitioners, he was a master as famous as this young monk.
Yet, he was fully aware that he was far inferior to the young monk in terms of seniority, status, and Cultivation state, so he bowed respectfully.
Zen Master asked, "The Emperor invited you and me to Zhaoge City for a very clear reason. What do you think?"
Tian Jingren said, "The matter concerns the fate of our tribe, so I don't dare refuse it because it's hard to predict the natural law. I should try my best to calculate it in order to be at ease."
Zen Master asked curiously, "I heard that you told His Highness about the deadline of one hundred years yesterday."
Tian Jingren didn't deny it, saying, "I can only calculate this roughly."
It seemed that Zen Master felt a bit itchy, so he walked to a peach tree and rubbed the mud on his feet on it.
"I invited you here because I received a letter from the Emperor this morning."
Tian Jingren couldn't see anything, and his eyes didn't reveal any emotion. "Is that so?" he asked calmly.
Zen Master said, "The ink on the letter is still wet, so it should have been written not long ago. I think the Emperor must have stayed up all night, so he must be very worried."
Tian Jingren praised, "The Emperor cares about the state and the people, and is diligent in managing the state affairs. It's a blessing for the people."
After making sure that the mud on his feet was almost wiped clean, Zen Master nodded satisfactorily, saying, "Is it a matter concerning the state affairs? No, he is just worried about the descendant of an old friend. "
Tian Jingren had vaguely guessed what Jing Jiu meant, the expression in his grayish-white eyes growing quieter and deeper.
"Is it Fang Jingtian?" Zen Master suddenly asked.
He had already discovered Fang Jingtian when the fake manor cave of the Immortal Jingyang was opened that night.
It was because Fang Jingtian had a murderous intent toward Jing Jiu at that moment.
It was for this reason that he used the lotus cloud to protect Jing Jiu when he left.
Tian Jingren didn't answer this question.
The morning light had already occupied the courtyard. The sky was blue, but there was no trace of the sun.
Zen Master looked at the sky and murmured to himself, "Is it because of the story of an old friend?"
Tian Jingren said calmly, "Since Zen Master has made up his mind about this matter, he didn't ask me to come here to listen to my explanation."
Zen Master withdrew his gaze and looked at him, saying, "You're right. You and I both understand that everything in the world can be decided by a single thought. It doesn't matter whether you tell me or not."
Tian Jingren understood what he meant, but he was still a little confused, asking, "Why did Zen Master show up for this matter?"
"Because that young man should also be the descendant of an old friend of mine."
Zen Master's voice was full of emotion and reminiscence.
Then, he started to walk into the distance of the forest, not caring that his feet were stained with the wet mud again.
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Zen Master left just like that.
The forest was quiet.
On the soft grass were the footprints left by Zen Master.
Under the worn turf, there was muddy soil.
White lotus flowers grew in the mud.
One step.
One flower.
This was the thought left by Zen Master.
Tian Jingren stared at the white lotus flowers growing in the mud, his grayish-white eyes filled with the aura of death.
He didn't know if he could leave here alive.
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