Outside the sea of thousands of people, laughter is coming from several shady pavilions. The nobles are gambling and having fun, while using curlers to drink fine wine from Chang'an and even Luoyi, while wearing gold-embroidered silk skirts and
The maids in thick brocade clothes shuttled back and forth in the pavilion, serving them cheese and fruits.
This place is not far from the Dharma Altar and is a good place to listen to scriptures. However, no one dares to set foot around the Hua Pavilion.
The warriors with heavy armor and big spears were like majestic iron figurines, silently locking the open space around the Hua Pavilion. The crowds of people listening to the scriptures also tacitly stayed away. In the distance, there was a huge blank space.
Here, in Taizhou City...
Some people were exposed to the midday sun, squinting their eyes, sweating profusely in the heat. Others were gently surrounded by the fuming wind and the frankincense on the girl's body. The cold mist flowed under their feet, and even their sleeves had a lingering smell.
"This monk..."
In a card game in the Hua Pavilion, Yan Ling, the legitimate son of the Yan family in Taizhou, suddenly raised his head. He turned his gaze to the altar outside the Hua Pavilion, was quiet, and then laughed:
"This monk is interesting. I'm starting to like him!"
An opening lecture attracted thousands of people to the streets of Taizhou City, and even many people came from several neighboring counties. For the three counties in the south of the Yangtze River, which had never worshiped Buddhism, this was already a huge event.
"Like it?" Except for Yan Ling, the other three people at the card table had strange expressions on their faces.
"This is a monk from the Southern Zen Sect. If you have any shameful thoughts, you'd better restrain yourself!" Lu Zhi frowned and played a card: "You don't want to live, but I still want to!"
"...Like means appreciation. Don't be filled with stupid thoughts!" Yan Ling twitched the corners of his lips and suddenly said in deep thought: "Speaking of which, I still don't know something.
The three counties in the south of the Yangtze River have never worshiped Buddhism. Why do these ignorant monks come to Taizhou City to teach the Dharma even though they know that our aristocratic families do not like heretics?"
"Wherever you are not good at it, you will naturally study it. Isn't it normal for him to come to Taizhou, a place where the Buddhist lineage is poor and weak, to give lectures?" Lu Zhi was speechless.
"I understand what you mean, Yan Ling, there is no need to say more." Yan Ling was about to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by another voice on the card table. The richly dressed boy stared at the card game in his hand, smiled, and then raised his head
beginning:
"Are you asking whether that ignorance has ulterior motives?"
"yes."
"This is not surprising. Let me tell you clearly, I was ordered to come here to keep an eye on him! This monk was either ordered to come to Jiangnan to plant Buddhist veins, or..." The boy suddenly stopped and raised the corner of his mouth: "That's it.
It’s for the living creatures in the upper world!”
Living creatures from the upper world...
When this word was mentioned again, Yan Ling suddenly had the illusion that he had not heard this word again for a long time. The shock at that moment made him slightly lost his mind.
"Two years ago, the Phoenix Riders who were hunting in the south of the Xie family died in mysterious circumstances. It is still an unsolved case. It must be because of the rumors about the living creatures from the upper world at that time..." Lu Zhi suddenly said: "How did you know that he was because of the upper world creatures?
A living creature?"
"Don't talk too much about brats. Your aunt is my sister-in-law. I am a generation older than you, Lu Zhi!"
The boy rolled his eyes, seeing that Lu Zhi dared to be angry and dare not say anything: "This is the divination of my ancestor He Gong. You ask me? Who should I ask!"
Lord Crane?
Yan Ling suddenly fell silent, and Lu Zhi, who was still about to argue, also shut up.
The Holy Lord of the Jiejing Mountain, the first person in eight thousand years of divination, to predict all the lives of the people!
His hexagram...
"Even though Wu Ming is a monk of the Southern Zen Sect, he is just a disciple." After a brief silence, Yan Ling spoke in disbelief: "With the dignity of Lord He..."
"When the ancestor was calculating the living things in the upper world, he accidentally discovered that the hexagrams of the living things were connected with ignorance. But how exactly they were connected, whether it was the cause and condition of the encounter or something else, the ancestor could not calculate more.
Let me keep an eye on him, it's just like finding a needle in a haystack, it's optional..." The boy shook his head: "You have forgotten, but two years ago, the shaking caused by the living creatures in the upper world, the ancestors of human beings and immortals
But I can’t forget it!”
That was the first real news from the upper world spread since the Jedi Heavenly Passage! No matter who is able to catch a trace, they will never let it go easily!
"This is a bit distressing. What should I do?" Yan Ling scratched his head in frustration. He thought he was just an ordinary member of the Holy Land, but he was actually related to the rumored living creature from the upper world. Such a situation
Come, but it’s really difficult.
Without the boy having to say anything, Yan Ling knew that the monk named Wu Ming had been secretly watched by countless immortals.
While he was frowning, the last person among the four players in the poker game, who had been silent since the beginning and had never spoken a word, smiled faintly.
"Of course we can't guess the plans of the immortal ancestors, and we don't dare to speak nonsense." The bright and beautiful woman wearing a phoenix crown suddenly stood up, her curves were graceful and charming, like flowers and trees piled with snow. She walked to the railing
He smiled softly and ordered: "Yan Ling."
"Sister!" Yan Ling stood up hurriedly and followed her.
"Stop thinking nonsense, just treat him with the etiquette of a disciple of the Holy Land, and don't insult the lintel of our Yan family in Taizhou." The woman suddenly turned around again: "Huaiqing?"
"I'm here, I'm here!" The child quickly jumped out of his seat and raised his hand to signal.
"Isn't it just ignorance that is connected to the hexagram of living creatures in the upper realm?"
"I shouldn't have said it at first, but since Sister Yan asked, I can't keep it secret." The boy laughed: "It's not just ignorance, it's connected to the hexagrams of living creatures in the upper world, and there are hundreds of people!
Ancestor sent all the brothers and sisters in the mountains out to see if they could gain anything..."
"Then it seems that you are just making a casual move." The woman pondered for a moment, and a smile suddenly appeared in her bright eyes.
At this time, the Dharma Conference has come to an end.
The monk clasped his hands together to express his agreement to the departing believers. He was dressed in white clothes like snow, and in the mottled sunlight, it was also a very light touch of white.
The woman looked at it with great interest for a long time, and then she looked away.
"Invite him to Qingliang Palace for a dinner tomorrow, and tell him that all the children of Taizhou's aristocratic families will come." She turned around and said, "Remember to use my name."
"..." Yan Ling looked in horror at this woman who was usually eloquent and as cold as frost and snow suddenly smiled lightly, and her heart suddenly became heavy.
"Sister..." Yan Ling considered his words, but hesitated: "Monk...it seems that you can't get married, right? If you want to have fun, you can't take such a big risk. Those monks from the Southern Zen Sect can't do it."
It’s so offending, everyone—”
"Shut up!"
"……oh."
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The day's Dharma conference has come to an end,
Wuming put his hands together and left the believers in agreement. They breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and the cold sweat on his palms gradually faded away. This was the first time that he had given a lecture alone in Jiangnan. After the original nervousness was over,
I felt strangely relieved in my heart.
Countless voices were noisy together, rising high into the sky. Wu Ming lowered his head and smiled, and just when he was about to leave from the altar, he suddenly stopped.
He felt that someone was looking at him from behind, blankly and timidly, a gaze that was unfamiliar yet seemed familiar.
The crowd was so thick that he turned around unexpectedly, but was suddenly blocked by a fat, white, beardless face, blocking his sight.
"Master of ignorance."
The fat and white manager who suddenly appeared and blocked Wu Ming's sight laughed:
"The younger one is the steward of the Yan family in Taizhou. I was entrusted by the young lady to invite the master to a banquet tomorrow."
