After Hsu Fengnian finished speaking, he noticed that Guanyin Bodhisattva beside him was a head taller than him. She was walking barefoot. Hsu Fengnian's height was already outstanding. Most of the men in the Cold Lands were tall and sturdy, but Hsu Fengnian did not appear short at all. Coming to Jiangnan, he appeared even more slender. Among the women beside him, Jiang Ni was still growing. Tall women like Yu Youwei and Shu Xiu were half a head shorter than him, but the female Dharmaraja was even taller than His Royal Highness. Not to mention how unconventional her clothing and temperament were, just her height alone was rather eye-catching.
After the two brushed past each other, Hsu Fengnian very ungracefully turned his head to stare at the Dharmaraja of Mount Lantuo. The wooden-faced monk Long Shou once again put his palms together, greeting His Royal Highness alone. The two had met twice in Beiliang. In addition, although Hsu Fengnian had a bad reputation, he was close to Hsu Fengnian. Everyone in Beiliang knew this, so the monk Long Shou did not dislike Hsu Fengnian.
The red-clothed monk threw a peach at him, and Hsu Fengnian returned the favor by nodding his head slightly. Because of Wang Fei's worship of Buddhism, Hsu Fengnian loved the house and its crow. He was well-versed in many Buddhist sects. This was not to belittle the principles of Taoism. He still agreed that the roots of the Central Plains were in Taoism. It was just that he had been exposed to the enmity between Xu Xiao and Taoism since he was young. It was inevitable that he would have some opinions about some Taoist figures.
In fact, Buddhism had always been called the Western Religion by the scholars of the Central Plains. It was a very derogatory term. After the War of the Spring and Autumn Kingdom, the remnants of the fallen countries that did not care about fame and fortune in the early days all hid from the world. Once they chose Buddhism, they were widely criticized by the people. They were called "Escape from Zen because of the fear of death" and cursed that the old monk's true colors were excellent. However, as the current Emperor began to worship Buddhism, their views changed. There were no less than ten thousand wandering monks in the capital alone, but Buddhism did not have a leader. It was not as clear-cut as the Taoism of Mount Longhu.
The black-clothed old monk Yang Taisui was the Imperial Tutor of two dynasties. He had enough skills and experience and was the best candidate to be the leader of Buddhism. Unfortunately, the sickly old monk was a rootless duckweed. He had even severed ties with his family early on. Even when he taught the sons and grandsons of the Emperor, he would keep a straight face. It was rumored that he had broken a few feather dusters in the Inner Palace. The princes and princesses were all very afraid of this old monk. In the palace, Princess Sui Zhu was the most domineering. Even the fearless one said that she was only afraid of Black Rice Crust. In addition, the black-clothed old monk had been refusing visitors for more than a decade. If he did not form a faction and was alone, how could he have any power?
The white-clothed Guanyin fluttered away, turning a deaf ear to Hsu Fengnian's shameless request for freedom. Once she left, Monk Long Shou, who had been willing to wait for thirty years, no longer had any reason to 'draw a circle on the ground' and follow her back to Mount Lantuo. Other than the Two Zen Temples, the monks all wanted to say that they came from Mount Lantuo, but none of them actually went to Mount Lantuo. Hsu Fengnian caught a glimpse of Jiang Ni, who was staring at the back of the female Dharmaraja with a blank expression. He could not help but tease, "You want to go to Mount Lantuo with me? You want to be a concubine or a nun? Let me tell you in advance, eating vegetarian food and praying to Buddha is much more difficult than studying to earn money. "
Li Chungang, who had gently tucked the Divine Talisman back into his hair bun, said playfully, "This woman from Mount Lantuo has the intention of practicing Dual Cultivation with you?"
Hsu Fengnian said regretfully, "In the past, I was afraid that she would be an old cow eating young grass, so I refused her no matter what. Now, it's her turn to despise me. What a world."
The old God of Swords finally had a chance to make a dig at Hsu Fengnian, so he naturally would not miss it. He said sarcastically, "Young Xu, she said in front of a large group of people that you are not worthy of practicing Dual Cultivation. You are the great King of Beiliang, and His Royal Highness, how can you tolerate that? Won't you be the laughing stock of the world if this gets out? "
Hsu Fengnian said, "It's best if they laugh to death. I don't even need to learn the sword anymore. If I see someone I don't like, I'll tell them this joke. They'll die of laughter after hearing it."
Old Man Li was stunned. Jiang Ni, who had finally regained his senses, heard such shameless words and said angrily, "You're really shameless!"
Hsu Fengnian said helplessly, "Then can you give me a way to save my face? Let a hundred people rush up and beat up this Goddess Guanyin? Or kneel on the ground and beg her to practice Dual Cultivation with me? "
The little clay figurine was in a good mood after seeing Hsu Fengnian being looked down upon by the goddess in her heart. She turned around and repeated with a smile, "Not worthy, not worthy, not worthy …"
Hsu Fengnian purposely distanced himself from Jiang Ni. He looked at the city wall and sighed, "Tonight is a good day for a hundred thousand wild ghosts to come out of the city."
Jiang Ni immediately shut up and subconsciously walked closer to Hsu Fengnian. Hsu Fengnian took the lead and walked up the suspension bridge. Xiangfan was a typical majestic city in military books. The outer edge of the city was built with a protruding horse-face. Hsu Fengnian walked past the moat and thought about the first attack and defense of the country war years ago. He could not help but remember the Trojan Bull during the siege. He turned around and asked the old God of Swords behind him, "What's the origin of the name Trojan Bull?"
Hsu Fengnian seemed to realize that this question was inappropriate after he asked it. To a swordsman, having his sword broken was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation in his life. Moreover, it was broken by two of Wang Xianzhi's fingers. He did not expect Old Man Li to be so nonchalant. He only nodded calmly and said, "The name Trojan Bull indeed came from the siege weapon that you guessed. It means that all the enemies in the world are cities. There's no city that Trojan Bull can't break. The forging of Trojan Bull and the divine talisman are no different. They both came from a piece of flying rock. The previous emperor sent people overseas to visit immortals. They happened to encounter a flying rock that fell into the sea and caused a thousand waves. They fished it up from the bottom of the sea. Half of it was used to forge the Trojan Bull and the other half to create the Red Armor of the Talisman General. The remaining essence was used to create the divine talisman dagger on This Old Man's head.
Hsu Fengnian teased, "Then you and the little clay figurine are really fated."
The old God of Swords chuckled.
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