On the top floor of the Stargazing Tower, the Supervisor left the Bagua Platform at so point, staring at the carving knife in Xu Qiyan's hand with sharp eyes.
Did you choose him too... At this mont, this "god" who had been in the capital for five hundred years and in the hearts of the people of Dafeng murmured in his heart.
"Hahaha..."
Emperor Yuan Jing looked up to the sky and roared, with his hands behind his back, standing in the tallest building of Dafeng, listening to the joy of his people. This was the victory of Dafeng and his victory.
This ti, Buddhism was at his feet.
"What a guy who refuses to kneel," Emperor Yuan Jing said with emotion: "For many years, there has not been such an outstanding young hero in the capital."
"Ahhhhh..."
Bian Bian burst into a shrill scream and stamped his feet excitedly, "Win, Huaiqing, the dog slave won, he is my man, my man."
Huaiqing looked at the unconscious Xu Qiyan, with a look of obsession in his eyes.
She was an extrely outstanding woman, noble and proud. Even if she was the top scholar, it was just okay in Huaiqing's eyes. There were countless outstanding people in the capital, but the only one that Princess Huaiqing could really admire was Wei Yuan.
Dean Zhao Shou was a respectable junior, but he was not enough for her to admire.
At this mont, Huaiqing recalled the deeds of Xu Qian'an. When he was just starting out in the tax silver case, he secretly designed to fra Zhou Li, the son of the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and completely eliminated the hidden dangers.
Then he joined the night watchn, cut the silver gong with a knife, went to prison, was ordered to investigate the Sangpo case... He almost completed the investigation of the Yunzhou case independently, and then died in the battle of 400 rebels, and returned to Beijing... He was ordered to investigate the Fufei case.
During this period, there was a question about a masterpiece every now and then, which inspired the Confucian scholars of Dafeng.
Now, he has fought against the Buddhist sect on behalf of the Sitianjian, and has drawn his sword twice, which has forcibly beaten back the confidence of the people in the capital.
During a discussion, he converted the old monk under the Bodhi tree and made the second- grade Arhat suddenly realize the Mahayana Buddhism.
Then, a clear light ca from the sky, and he smashed the Dharma image and destroyed the Arhat's magic weapon with one blow.
Princess Huaiqing had never seen such an outstanding man, never.
The won cheered, the civil and military officials laughed... In the explosive cheers, Xu Pingzhi slumped in the chair, as if his strength was drained.
He was just a little bit away from the Buddhist sect taking away the handle he had brought up. In the boiling cheers and passionate shouts of the people in the capital, the real owner Xu Qi'an was ignored. Xu Erlang walked over silently and carried his elder brother on his back.
After all, I took it all on my own... Xu Erlang thought.
He carried Xu Qi'an on his back and walked towards the group of night watchn, and caught a glimpse of the carving knife tightly held in Xu Qi'an's hand.
What is this? It seems to be a carving knife?
Judging from the appearance, it seems to be a "pen" used by scholars in ancient tis. At that ti, there was no paper, and the text was recorded on bamboo slips. Scholars held a carving knife in their hands and wrote down their talents on the bamboo slips.
Where did the carving knife co from... Wait until no one is paying attention, and secretly take it from my elder brother! Xu Erlang was a little greedy, this kind of ancient artifact is very tempting to scholars.
Du'e Luohan stood there in a daze, not because he was distressed that the golden bowl of the Dharma instrunt was damaged, but because he regretted that such a Buddhist with natural wisdom could not convert to Buddhism.
"Uncle Master..."
Monk Jingchen looked at Xu Erlang's back, looked at Xu Qi'an on his shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Donor Xu is a genius bestowed by God on Buddhism, the founder of Mahayana Buddhism, and Uncle Master must bring him back to the Western Regions."
Du'e Luohan pondered for a long ti and sighed: "Forget it, the fate has not yet arrived." Monk Jingchen was unwilling to give up. He seed to have thought of sothing. He looked back at the Stargazing Tower, opened his mouth, and finally chose to remain silent.
The battle between Buddhism and the Sitianjian ended, but the afterglow of this wonderful event continued.
In a certain restaurant, a middle-aged man in a shabby blue shirt, carrying an empty wine pot, stepped over the threshold, entered the first floor hall, and went straight to the counter. "Shopkeeper, I heard that if I talk to you about fighting, you will give a pot of wine for free?"
The shopkeeper with a goatee smiled and nodded, "You can also talk while drinking, and the shop will give a plate of peanuts."
The middle-aged man hesitated for a mont. He wanted to take the wine ho, but the shopkeeper gave him too much, so he said, "Okay, then drink it here. Co on, get the
peanuts."
The shopkeeper waved his hand and called the waiter to serve a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts to the middle-aged man in the shabby blue shirt.
The middle-aged man in blue shirt took a sip of wine, picked up two peanuts and put them in his mouth, and said slowly:
"The Buddhist arhat threw the golden bowl to the ground, and the wind and clouds suddenly changed color, thunder and lightning intertwined, and the sky turned into a Buddhist realm. In this Buddhist realm, there are four levels. The first level is called the Eight Sufferings Formation. This formation is extraordinary. It is said that it is used by Buddhist monks to sharpen their Buddhist hearts...
"The second level is called the Vajra Formation. Shopkeeper, do you know who the Vajra sitting in charge is?"
The middle-aged man looked down at the shopkeeper.
"Isn't it just the little monk in Nancheng?" The waiter sneered.
"Yes, isn't it just a little monk?" The drinkers at the table next to him echoed.
"You all know..." The middle-aged man in blue shirt was stunned.
"It was not killed by Xu Yinluo with one sword. What Vajra is invincible is just a paper tiger, bah. "The drinker who was speaking had a look of pride like a person from the capital.
A day ago, when they ntioned the little monk Jingsi, they gnashed their teeth, "There are so many masters in Dafeng, can't they even deal with a little monk?"
Fury of helplessness.
But now, when they ntion the little monk Vajra, even the common people in the market straighten their chests with pride and sneer with disdain: It's just that.
This is all the face that Xu Qian'an has regained little by little in the process of fighting, and the confidence that he has rebuilt little by little.
The middle-aged man in blue looked at the shopkeeper in astonishnt: "You knew it a long ti ago, so why did you set this rule?"
"Different people see different things, so we should check for omissions and make up for them." The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Today I was guarding the restaurant and couldn't watch the fight. It's a big regret in my life.
"You can only savor it repeatedly afterwards, and drink a little wine, and then it will turn from
a regret into a pleasure."
The middle-aged man in blue shirt nodded and continued: "...... After Xu Yinluo ca out, he recited a poem with every step..."
"Wait." The shopkeeper suddenly stopped and said: "The sea ends and the sky becos the shore, and I am the peak of martial arts? Are you sure there is this poem? Many people have told this paragraph before, but no one said it."
The middle-aged man in blue shirt nodded vigorously: "Yes, there is this sentence. I read the book more than ten years ago. How can I not rember a few poems?"
"Hiss... This is strange." The shopkeeper frowned.
At this ti, a man from the Jianghu coughed and whispered, "Shopkeeper, those who are
telling you these things are all Jianghu knights, right?"
The shopkeeper asked back, "Are there any questions?"
"Hey!"
man from the Jianghu waved his hand, "You ordinary people don't care, just say
it, but as a martial artist, who dares to say such things in front of the audience? Either you are looking for death or you are looking for a beating."
The shopkeeper suddenly realized that martial artists are brave and fierce, and they hate to see soone arrogant the most. They often draw their swords because the other party said a few inappropriate words. This kind of thing happens from ti to ti even in the capital city
with strict rules.
"I have collected another good poem, this is Xu Shikui's poem. Co on, prepare paper and pen for ." The shopkeeper beca excited and ordered the waiter.
......
Hanlin Academy.
The Hanlin Academy belongs to the cabinet and is responsible for compiling books and
history, drafting imperial edicts, reading for royal family mbers, and serving as examiners
for imperial examinations.
The three most noble positions in the court are the Censor of the Censorate, the Six
Departnts, and the Hanlin Academy.
In terms of status, the Hanlin Academy ranks first, because the Hanlin Academy is also called:
the training base for pri ministers.
All the pri ministers of Dafeng ca from the Hanlin Academy. In other words, only the
nobles in the Hanlin Academy can enter the cabinet, beco a university, or even be appointed as pri ministers.
The only exception is that the nobles or princes can directly bypass the Hanlin Academy and
enter the cabinet to hold the power of pri minister.
However, civil officials cannot do this. If they want to enter the cabinet, they must enter the Hanlin Academy. And only the first and second class Jinshi can enter the Hanlin Academy.
At this mont, the eunuch on duty in the bedroom of Emperor Yuan Jing was standing in the hall of the Hanlin Academy scolding the nobles.
"Isn't the victory of this battle due to your majesty's selection of the most virtuous people? Isn't it due to the court's training of Xu Yinluo? Look at what you wrote. You are all from the first-class families. You can't even write history."
The eunuch threw the book to the ground and said, "Rewrite it."
The faces of the nobles present changed. They didn't even have a al after returning to the
Hanlin Academy. They wrote with a burst of enthusiasm.
Today's fight will be recorded in history and passed down to future generations, there is no
doubt about it. But how to write it is very particular.
Any major event that enhances the country's prestige must be recorded positively in history
books, symbolizing honor and glory.
The person in power, that is, Emperor Yuan Jing, wants to take advantage of it.
Of course, other emperors would make the sa choice as Emperor Yuan Jing if they encountered such an opportunity.
A young editor said in a deep voice: "The people are selected by the supervisor, and the fight
is Xu Yinluo's effort. What does this have to do with your majesty? As editors of the Hanlin Academy, we not only write history books for the court, but also for future generations." The eunuch sneered and said in a yin-yang tone: "It is your majesty's gift to enter the Hanlin
Academy. It is only a matter of ti before you can enter the cabinet in the future. The sun and the moon shine, and the future is limitless.
"If you make your majesty unhappy and assign them to the outside, tut tut, this bright future, let alone the sun and the moon, even the stars are gone.
"Your Majesty ans that the length of the article should remain the sa, and the details of
the battle of wits and the process of Your Majesty's selection of talents should be written in
detail. As for Xu Yinluo's praise of rits, he is young after all, and there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.
"My Lords, do you understand?"
The young editor grabbed the inkstone and threw it at the eunuch's chest. The ink stained the dragon robe black. The eunuch uttered a muffled sound and retreated repeatedly. "You dare to hit ?" The eunuch was furious.
"I'm going to hit you." The editor pointed at the eunuch and scolded: "This ti when the
Western Regions delegation ca to Beijing, first there was King Kong sitting on the stage in the south city and the master of the north city preaching; then there was a Dharma image descending to question the supervisor.
"Then, the Imperial Observatory fought with the Buddhist sect, and Xu Shikui turned the tide and defeated the Buddhist sect. Without him, the court would have lost face this ti. Why
can't we sing praises? Why should we reduce the amount of writing? This young hero, I admire him in my heart. If he were a scholar, I would worship him as my teacher. "Get out of here, the Hanlin Academy is not a place for a eunuch like you to run wild."
"Get out." The other nobles grabbed what they could grab and threw them at him, including pens, inkstones, books, and pen holders...
The eunuch fled in embarrassnt and left the Hanlin Academy.
.......
Lingbao Temple.
A woman wearing a gorgeous palace dress, with her skirt trailing on the ground and precious
jewelry on her head, ca to the inner courtyard. She behaved dignifiedly and said in a gentle
voice:
"You two go down first. I have sothing to say to the national teacher."
The two accompanying maids left the yard.
The woman suddenly beca lively, holding her skirt, trotting into the quiet room, and
shouted: "Master, why didn't I see you during the fight today? Did you see the fight today?"
In the quiet room, Luo Yuheng, wearing a black Taoist robe, a lotus crown, and neatly combed
hair, revealing a smooth forehead and a beautiful face, sat cross-legged on the futon, looking
at the woman who ca in carelessly, and said lightly:
"Not interested."
"Then you missed a good show."
The veiled woman ca to the table and sat down, saying: "Today's fight is exciting, more
interesting than the troupe's performance, let tell you..."
She chattered and told Luo Yuheng the process of the fight vividly.
"You said, he broke the Eight Bitterness Formation with one knife?" Luo Yuheng frowned.
"Yes, it's amazing, what's wrong. "The veiled woman asked.
It was the prisoner who was helping him and mobilizing the power of all living beings for
him... Luo Yuheng pondered for a mont and said, "You continue."
The veiled woman told her about Xu Qian'an breaking the Vajra formation with one sword.
Luo Yuheng did not express her opinion. When she heard the old monk talking about Buddhism and letting the Arhat Du'e suddenly realize it, the woman sighed: "Although I still don't understand what's so great about Mahayana Buddhism, it sounds so
powerful." Mahayana Buddhism... He actually has such enlightennt? Luo Yuheng's beautiful eyes flashed with shock.
"These are nothing. The most exciting thing is the fourth level... When the golden body
Dharma appeared, forcing that lecher to kneel down, at this ti, the most interesting scene appeared..."
The veiled woman's eyes were sparkling, and she took a sip of tea for herself.
Luo Yuheng smiled and said, "Drink slowly, Nanzhi, have you discovered sothing?"
"What is it." "When you ca to my temple before, you always complained that you were bored and
wanted to go out to play. But now, you no longer say you are bored. Not only that, but every ti you talk to , you ntion Xu Qian'an. "
The veiled woman was stunned. She stared at Luo Yuheng for a mont, restrained her lively
temperant, and beca a reserved and dignified lady. With a faint alienation, she said calmly: "What do you an."
Luo Yuheng smiled and shook her head: "I just want to remind you that you have a husband.
Your husband is the King of Huai, a third-rank warrior. He guards the border and is not in the
capital.
"But there are many of his confidants and spies in the capital. Don't get involved with Xu Qian'an too much, otherwise you will harm him."
The veiled woman sneered, and said proudly: "How could I be involved with a lecher who
goes in and out of the Jiaofangsi all day long? Are you slandering ?" "That's good," Luo Yuheng nodded and said: "In fact, even if you don't say it, I know what
happened later. It's nothing more than the Dharma image being broken for no reason, or the Supervisor took action?"
Just now, she felt a force of living beings swelling up, and then everything was calm.
Either the Supervisor helped secretly, or he took action openly.
After all, in the capital, Emperor Yuan Jing lacked luck and his cultivation was weak. The only
one who could mobilize the power of living beings was the sorcerer, the first-grade sorcerer,
the Supervisor!
"No."
The veiled woman shook her head, her tone cold.
This stingy woman always puts on a bad face... Luo Yuheng smiled, holding the teacup, and
asked: "No?"
"It was a clear light that fell from the sky, breaking the golden body and the Buddha realm."
She whispered:
"I was close at the ti and saw it clearly. It was a carving knife."
Carving knife?!
There seed to be a thunderbolt beside her ears. Luo Yuheng's hand trembled, and the warm
tea splashed out. Her beautiful face suddenly froze.
It's not the supervisor... The supervisor can't control the Confucian carving knife... Luo
Yuheng said in a deep voice: "Carving knife, where is the carving knife, what happened next, tell in detail."
Her tone was anxious and a trace of excitent that could not be concealed. The veiled
woman had never seen Luo Yuheng have such rich emotional fluctuations, and asked curiously: "What's wrong with you?"
"Tell quickly!" Luo Yuheng leaned forward and drank it out. "......The carving knife broke the image of the Dharma."
"Did the carving knife escape after breaking the image of the Dharma, or did it stay at the
scene? Did Xu...Xu Qian'an touch the carving knife?" Luo Yuheng stared at her with burning
eyes, as if this was very important.
"Yes, he stabbed the image of the Dharma in the temple with a knife." The woman raised her
right arm and made a "stabbing" gesture forward.
Luo Yuheng was stunned.
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