Chapter 242 Breaking the Realm (please subscribe)

"The Zen master is resting in the cabin, so don't disturb the outsiders."

Suddenly, a man walked out of the cabin. An old monk dressed in a jade monk's romance, with kind eyes and a string of beads in his hand.

"Master Kongji." Tang Bufu paid a tribute, "Why are you coming out?"

The other people also looked at the great monk, knowing that this was the "leader" of the Zen team and a powerful man in addition to Zen students.

Zen Master Kongji folded his hands together, looked forward, and smiled and said, "Didn't you come out too?"

Tang Buku said, "The former convenience is Kyoto, and it seems that everyone can't wait."

The cold and indifferent young swordsman spoke:

"This is my first time in Zhongzhou, I want to learn how the monks in Liang Kingdom are."

The young man with a long white-haired robe said proudly:

"The fight is coming, I will win this first game."

The short-haired girl with two swords on her back looked at the air blankly, as if she was immersed in her own world, and she was not interested in the so-called competition.

Seeing this, Tang Buku smiled and asked the conference, which was both about reputation and interests, but he knew that this time he came here was very different from the past.

Not only because the Southern Envoy camp was unprecedentedly powerful this time, but also because of the emergence of this generation of Zen scholars.

...

At the gate of Kyoto City.

People from all over Jiuzhou lined up and arrived along the official road. Amid the shouts of the gatekeepers, they lined up to enter the city.

"Master, is this Kyoto? I heard it is the most powerful city in the mainland. It is indeed very powerful. The walls are so high and there are many people. I heard that there are millions of people in the city?

I don’t know if there are many practitioners, whether they are powerful or not. Oh, there are so many people from the martial arts world, but I didn’t see the senior brothers of Zen…”

In the team, a young monk said happily and excitedly.

Next to him, the thin old monk sighed and folded his hands together:

"Amitabha."

Immediately, the young monk Aba Aba couldn't make a sound and immediately lowered his head in depression.

"It's so quiet." A middle-aged man wearing an ancient sword robe, with black hair and cold eyebrows snorted and glanced at the old monk:

"You should have let this little monk shut his mouth long ago. He is so verbose, so annoying."

Next to it, a couple with dark skin and swordsman agreed:

"really."

The young monk left his head and felt very uncomfortable.

The old monk didn't take this opportunity, looked at the city gate ahead and said:

"It's time to count, the mission will arrive in one or two days. I'm afraid there will be a good show this year."

The middle-aged sword cultivator regretted: "If I hadn't been old, I would have participated again."

He once attended a meeting for the Taoist questionnaire, but the results were not good.

The swordsman looked at him enviously, and with their qualifications, they could only be the audience.

"Show the document!"

At this time, it was their turn, and the soldiers guarding the city shouted.

Several people took out the documents and handed them over. The soldiers glanced at them, a little nervous, and their originally domineering expression turned soft and they handed them back respectfully:

"please."

...

In the evening, Qi Ping and others did not leave after the break, but instead guarded Yu Qing to celebrate.

Yu Qing was appointed to be promoted to Qianhu. Such a major event was a special promotion banquet, just in these two days.

However, before the official banquet, Qi Ping decided to have a small gathering with a group of people to have a private meal.

It is considered as Yu Qing’s greetings.

Because it was not considered a promotion banquet, after fully exerting democratic opinions, the group still chose the Golden Wind Hall.

Qi Ping paid for a treat, and a group of people rushed towards the Taochuan River.

Smash the wallet.

night.

In the Jinfeng Pavilion, the lanterns embellish the buildings beautifully and the courtyard is full of chrysanthemums in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In the singing girl, the brocade clothes in the warm cabinet were eating, drinking, talking and laughing, and were so happy.

"Mr. Qi, please use the aged wine sent by someone in the restaurant."

The maid wearing a light dress and applying powder opened a jar of aged rain and dew wine, and the fragrance filled the air.

Everyone's eyes lit up, knowing that this was the owner showing goodwill.

In the fireworks place, the news is always the most informative. After Qi Ping's actions at the court meeting spread, his reputation increased a lot.

The salary has been significantly improved.

"Good wine!" Qi Ping picked it up and took a sip, and was amazed and couldn't help but say:

"It's much better than the cup I drank on the boat last time."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but think of Lin Miaomiao again and asked casually:

"Miss Miaomiao is so happy recently?"

The pretty maid hesitated for a moment and said, "Miss hasn't started much of the meal these days."

Qi Ping was stunned for a moment and frowned: "What happened?"

A few days ago, on the day he returned to Kyoto, he also came to have a meal, but Lin Miaomiao never showed up, this time the same.

After all, he was an acquaintance, so he couldn't help asking.

The pretty maid stammered and said:

"It seems that the girl had some quarrel with the restaurant, but I don't know what it is."

In this way, a business dispute? A celebrity and an agent have a quarrel?... Qi Ping nodded and waved his hand to let the maid leave. He was not ready to interfere in other people's private affairs.

"You seem to care about that courtesan."

Next to it, the woman's brocade blond bit her chopsticks' head, and her willow-leaf eyebrows were like small knives.

Qi Ping coughed dryly: "No, purely curious."

He changed the subject and looked at Yu Qing, who was sitting upright at the main seat:

"Boss, please tell me about the question conference."

Yu Qing sat cross-legged, took a sip of Yulu wine, and looked at him:

"interested?"

No, I just found a serious topic to divert firepower... Qi Ping said seriously:

"interested!"

Yu Qing put down his wine glass and said:

"Actually, there is nothing to say. The meeting of Ask the Dao was traced back three hundred years ago, when the country was founded.

In the south of the mainland, there were only a few small subordinate countries, but they were not in a state of great success. However, in the past, Taizu overthrew the previous dynasty and unified the world. Some of the remnants of the previous dynasty and the forces that were defeated in the battle for hegemony fled to the south, integrated into or controlled the small countries, and thus developed into the current southern countries."

Qi Ping said in surprise:

"There is also this matter. Taizu didn't kill the roots back then?"

Yu Qing said:

"It was originally intended, but it is said that when Taizu led his troops to Nanzhou in the past, when the troops were approaching, Zen Buddhism came forward to make peace with Taizu and protected those people.

There were many powerful Zen sects, and there were also five-level cultivators. Although Taizu was strong, it was already quite difficult to drive the demon clan in the north and the barbarian witches in the west. In order to avoid the end of Zen and continue the war, they had to withdraw their troops."

Regarding these old things, the other Jinyi was not very clear about it. Hearing this, he also read it.

Pei Shaoqing said curiously:

"Speaking of this, why did Zen Buddhism take action back then? I have read history books, but there are very few records. Moreover, three hundred years ago, Zen Buddhism did not seem to be very famous."

Yu Qing explained:

"In the past, Zen Buddhism... it was indeed rare to appear in front of the world, and even the origin of this practice and inheritance was very mysterious. It is said that the first generation of monks came from the South China Sea, so they first appeared in a small country in the south.

It can even be said that before Emperor Taizu attacked Nanzhou, no one knew that there were even five-level monks in Zen... However, before this dynasty, all major practice inheritances rarely appeared.

It is like a Taoist sect, and it is also hidden in the deep mountains. At most, some disciples will be sent down the mountain to experience the devil, but it is not as close to the empire as it is today."
To be continued...