Yan Sanniang looked at Zhu Youji with a happy face and smiled.
"I'll tell you a few things."
Zhu Youji looked at Yan Sanniang and ordered.
"Your Highness, please give me your instructions." Yan Sanniang calmed down her emotions and became serious.
"First, the four major powers will invade the Ming Dynasty in the near future. I intend to let the Emei faction take the lead in organizing a martial arts alliance, elect a martial arts alliance leader, and cooperate with the court to jointly resist the invasion of the four major powers. I have already discussed this matter with Master Wugu After that, please help me implement it and send out the hero post as soon as possible, and I will ask Shaolin, Wudang, Beggar Clan and other factions to respond."
Zhu Youji looked at the billowing clouds in the distance and said slowly.
"Um?"
"Yes, I understand." Yan Sanniang's eyes narrowed, and then she nodded.
Fate of the nation, everyone is responsible.
Yan Sanniang has always believed that she is a chivalrous knight, who comes and goes, robs the rich and gives to the poor. Although she is a gentleman in Liang Dynasty, she is also a thief.
She admired the Thieving Saint Baiyutang who had long since retired to seclusion.
He has superb skills and never steals ill-gotten gains. He is a breath of fresh air in a place like Robbery where everyone is mixed.
"Second, I'm going to get married in seven days. I'm in the capital. If you have time, come over for a wedding banquet." Zhu Youji smiled and patted Yan Sanniang on the shoulder.
"ah?"
"Your Highness, are you getting married..."
Yan Sanniang was stunned for some reason. She felt a little unhappy for some reason. She was silent for a while, then she forced out a smile and said, "Congratulations, Your Highness."
"Yes." Zhu Youji nodded and continued: "The third thing is, I just asked Master Wugou too. She still has feelings for you. She is your mother after all, so get along well with her!"
"It is also a happy thing to find my mother."
Zhu Youji's words made Yan Sanniang's eyes turn red instantly, tears flowed down unconsciously, and she murmured in a slightly tearful tone: "Your Highness, why are you so nice to me?"
"What are you talking about? You are my sword slave!" Zhu Youji smiled and comforted: "In the future, I still want you to bring me a sword? What? Now you recognize your biological mother and don't recognize me as your master?" "
"No, no! Of course I admit it. I have long wanted to go back to His Highness." Yan Sanniang wiped away her tears and said seriously.
"Okay, then when you finish handling the matter, come to the capital to find me. You can also have a glass of my wedding wine by the way." Zhu Youji said with a smile.
"Oh." Yan Sanniang's mood suddenly dropped. She lowered her head and played with the hem of her clothes, looking like she was not very interested.
"What's wrong?" Zhu Youji looked at Yan Sanniang strangely and asked.
"It's okay, I understand, I will go." Yan Sanniang raised her head, shook it, and said softly with a smile on her face.
"That's about it. The first thing is, please keep an eye on me and hurry up. I'm leaving." Zhu Youji activated the magic formula and summoned the magic sword, which levitated.
Zhu Youji jumped onto the magic sword, and then, the magic sword burst into the air with a sword light.
Zhu Youji's figure quickly disappeared without a trace.
Yan Sanniang looked at Zhu Youji's retreating back, her eyes flickering, and she was silent for a while, then walked towards the main hall.
…
Songshan, one of the Five Mountains, was called "Zhongyue" in ancient times. It has outstanding people and a superior terrain. Since ancient times, it has been the place where martial arts sects such as Quanzhen Sect, Songshan Sect, Shaolin Sect, etc. have been entrenched.
Shaoshi Mountain, Shaolin Temple, Main Hall.
At this moment, the most outstanding disciple of the Shaolin sect is meditating and practicing Zen skills.
Buddhism calls Zen practice "entering concentration". Only when you enter concentration can you see your true self, and only when you enter concentration can you correct your heart.
Only with enough concentration can we endure the pain in cultivation and the anger in martial arts.
Most Buddhist martial arts require enough Buddhist teachings to match them.
"Senior Brother Liao Fan and Senior Brother Liao Kong were killed by the possessed Gui Hai. If we don't avenge this revenge, how can I, Shaolin, have the face to walk around the world?"
A monk with a rough appearance and eight scars on his head put his hands together and said in a deep voice.
Liaofan is a thin monk with a slightly thin face, but his eyes are deep and his face is expressionless, making it difficult to see the depth.
"I understand, Junior Brother, what happened to Senior Brother Kong, and Senior Brother Ji has already said that he passed away voluntarily. The Buddha cut his flesh to feed the eagle. He couldn't bear the death of the eagle, so he cut off his own flesh to let it live."
"Senior Brother Liao Kong, following the example of our ancestors, we are willing to sacrifice ourselves in order to awaken the possessed Gui Hai with a single blow. This is an act of immeasurable merit and virtue. Why should I understand that I should be angry about it?"
Liao Fan's voice was very weak, his tone was indifferent, and there was no emotion or anger.
"Cutting meat to feed eagles is naturally a matter of immeasurable merit, but killing demons is also a matter of immeasurable merit. Gui Hai killed countless people with one knife and committed heinous crimes in the world. It's too many to write down, and everyone can kill him!"
"Destroying demons is also a form of spiritual practice. I can't die with one sword after returning to the sea. I don't understand my thoughts, so I hope that Senior Brother Fan will make it possible."
After enlightenment, he put his hands together, performed the Buddhist salute, and spoke seriously.
Liaofan, the head of the Luohan Hall, has the right to recommend candidates to leave the temple. For ordinary monks who want to leave the temple, in addition to obtaining the abbot's permission, they can only get through the Eighteen Bronze Men.
If you want to leave the temple to eliminate demons, you naturally need to be recommended by Fan, and then approved by the headmaster.
As for getting through the Eighteen Bronze Men, this is a matter of coming down the mountain after learning. Generally, only monks who want to leave the Shaolin Temple will do this.
Old people like them who are twenty or thirty years old will not take this path.
"Amitabha! Inner demons are hard to get rid of. Junior brother, you are too angry. If you leave the temple, be sure not to get too much blood, otherwise there is a risk of becoming a demon." Liao Fan said softly.
"Thank you, senior brother!" Wu was overjoyed and said quickly.
At this moment, a sound like a roaring lion suddenly sounded in the Shaolin Temple.
"Fahai, the abbot of Jinshan Temple, asked the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple for advice on Buddhism and martial arts!!"
The sound echoed, deafening, and lingered for a long time!
A glimmer of light flashed in Liao Fan's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Amitabha, what a pure lion roaring skill! The person who came here is not good!"
"Surely someone with this level of cultivation will not be the master of Dharma Sea at Jinshan Temple? Why have I never heard of it?" Zhiwu frowned and said.
"Let's go out and take a look!" Liao Fan walked towards the outside of the hall.
Realization followed.
The commotion was so loud that the entire Shaolin Temple was on alert, and many pilgrims gathered around to watch the excitement.
Hasn’t there been anyone making trouble in Shaolin Temple for a long time?
How rare!
Come to Shaolin Temple to cause trouble?
It’s a rare sight!
In front of the main hall of Zhikeyuan, he was dressed in white clothes, with Buddha beads on his body, a white cassock, a Buddha seal between his eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, extraordinary handsomeness, his eyes were clear and tranquil, like a faint lotus, calm and composed.
Anyone who sees it will sigh, what a handsome little monk.
The pilgrims around were whispering.
"If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have dared to believe it? Such a little monk could have such a loud voice? How evil!"
"Isn't that right? I thought it was just the girls in my family who had the loudest voices, but I didn't expect to meet the louder ones today? Sure enough, every mountain is higher than the next!"
"What's so loud about it? Do you have any skills? This is called the Buddhist Lion Roar Kung Fu, and it's one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. Do you know anything about it?"
"So, this is a Shaolin monk?"
…
At this time, a charming female pilgrim walked up to the handsome little monk and said teasingly: "Little monk, you are so handsome, why do you think you are a monk? Why don't you go back with the slave family and give you a brocade dress?"
Jade food, you are as happy as a god? Isn’t it better than a monk?”
Hearing this, the handsome monk took a look at the woman. She was slim and well-proportioned. She was indeed a bit pretty, but she was only in the category of an ordinary woman. He shook his head and said, "This female benefactor is not kissed by men.
Please respect yourself."
"Huh!" the female pilgrim snorted dissatisfiedly, "You little monk who doesn't mean what he says!"
Rejected by the handsome monk, the female pilgrim felt ashamed and turned around to leave.
Many men cheered: "Hey, little lady, the monk is not going, let's go!"
"I also want to experience it!"
"Yes, yes, we don't mind it!"
Hearing this, the female incense cursed angrily: "The toad wants to eat swan meat, are you worthy of it?"
"Gungun, don't make trouble!"
Suddenly, the handsome monk spoke.
"This female donor, please stay!"
Hearing the voice of the handsome monk, the female pilgrim turned around charmingly and said with a smile: "What? Have you changed your mind?"
"No, it was the poor monk who thought of an allusion and wanted to tell it to the female benefactor." The handsome monk said softly.
"What allusion?" the female pilgrim asked, frowning.
The handsome monk chuckled: "This is a story about a toad and a golden cicada..."