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There was silence in the main hall of sermons.
However, Su Qinian felt a little creepy. Just for a moment, he clearly noticed the unfathomable peeping eyes from the unknown depths of the void.
If he hadn't stopped half of his steps into the forbidden realm, I'm afraid that unknown existence would have started to plunder his life span again, and it would have been even more cruel.
He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity to unravel the catastrophe.
As he thought, Su Qinian looked around the entire Taoist temple. Compared with the depression of the past, the Taoist temple's luck today is like purple smoke, and its auspiciousness is lingering like thousands of silk ribbons. It is even more entangled because of the arrival of the imperial edict.
The bright yellow dragon spirit symbolizes the emperor's holy family.
In the way of revolutionizing the tripod, if you are not careful, you will be in catastrophe. This is a good start.
The master of the old courtyard, Zu Qianshang, has arrived.
After seeing Su Qinian, the old master could only sigh. Unknowingly, this young man had entered the top jungle.
But immediately, an awe-inspiring look appeared in his eyes, he looked at Su Qinian and said, "The Yuan Kingdom's envoy entered Beijing yesterday."
Yuan Dynasty Mission!
Su Qinian frowned. Ever since Zu Qianshang opened his mouth, he had an inexplicable feeling. He was afraid that there would be some involvement in the future.
Now, he has initially entered the eighth level of the "Ecstasy Technique". With the continuous condensation of his spiritual will, he has a deeper grasp of the trajectory of his own destiny, although it is only a vague sense.
, but for experts, it is enough to warn and deduce many things.
Could it be that the person who killed the second prince, Tiehanzha, has been exposed?
With the methods of the Grand Master Tianying of the Great Yuan Kingdom, it is not impossible, and it is even very possible, to be able to gain insight into the memory that was erased from the body of the Tiehanzha spirit.
Zu Qianshang glanced at him and said, "There are rumors that the Yuan Dynasty envoy came to Beijing this time, seemingly for the purpose of making peace."
Make peace!
Su Qinian's mind was shaken, and he had a strong ominous premonition. It goes without saying that the Yuan Dynasty wanted to make a marriage, and the best candidate was known. However, for the big man, he was the last candidate.
As a result, there will most likely be a battle of words in the court. According to the regulations of the Ministry of Rites, envoys from other countries will rest for three days after entering the capital. On the fourth day, they will enter the palace to meet the emperor and the emperor.
Two days left!
Su Qinian's pupils shrank slightly.
Zu Qianshang also showed a serious look and said: "According to the Li family's informants, in the past two months, a group of people from the world have entered the Ling Mansion in various disguises..."
The old master of the hospital did not say anything further, but his meaning was already obvious. What they had done before was very likely to have been exposed.
The reason why the master of the Qiankun Arsenal has not taken any action against them is probably brewing a bigger conspiracy.
That one is said to have a finger on the universe, and if he doesn't take action, it will most likely be a thunderous strike, which is extremely difficult to dodge, and you may have to pay an unimaginable price.
But now, they are not lambs to be slaughtered. At least the imperial edict was sent to the Taoist Temple. For the entire court, to a certain extent, it heralded the recognition of the contemporary Emperor of the Han Dynasty.
After recognizing the existence of the Taoist Academy, as the head of the Taoist Academy, Su Qinian's status has been improved compared to before.
The most obvious thing is that in recent months, young masters from various sects and aristocratic families have come to study with sincere words, but unfortunately, they have all been rejected by the old master.
Su Qinian discussed with Zu Qianshang and could not sit still and wait for death. Although Zu Qianshang was not as strong as Su Qinian when it came to himself, but as long as it affected the Taoist temple, he could still have a vague perception and knew that this was probably a disaster.
If it cannot be resolved, I am afraid that the destruction of the tripod in the Taoist Academy will be greatly disadvantageous.
"Master Censor Bing!" Su Qinian looked at Zu Qianshang.
Zu Qianshang solemnly said: "Now above the imperial court, the Three Dukes are the pillars of the country. They uphold justice in all aspects of people's livelihood, military affairs, official administration, and temples far away. They are the soul of Confucianism and Taoism and the army, especially the censor.
Doctor B has the strongest temperament. In his middle age, I used to discuss Taoism and Spirit with him, and he had a certain friendship. The Taoist temple has not been bulldozed and still remains. Although this man is Confucian and Taoist, he is impartial. He was only involved in the past.
There are quite a few, and we can only barely save the remains of the Taoist temple. Now that the Taoist temple has reformed the tripod, although the direction of the court has changed slightly, it still lacks righteousness. If this Lord B is willing to take action, there will be a lot of room for change."
Su Qinian nodded. He was not a fool. He understood the ups and downs of officialdom and understood that the most important thing was to have a good reputation. At least in terms of the law, there could not be any omissions. So under the calm water,
Only everyone knows what kind of undercurrent is going on.
Night falls, the imperial censor's residence.
This is a humble residence for many officials and officials in Chang'an City.
The imperial censor has only one wife and three children. He has no family and many distant relatives are not in Chang'an City. Compared with many official families with dozens or hundreds of people, the number of people is too small and the residence is too small.
It's not big, with less than two acres of land, and there are only about twenty people including upper and lower servants.
The courtyard wall is made of green bricks, with the Three Immortals of Fortune, Luxury and Shou carved in the center. The brick carvings of ordinary wealthy families are really degrading compared with the high walls of green tiles and vermilion copper-nailed doors of many official families.
As the night got deeper and midnight approached, a simple and elegant sedan stopped in front of the house.
Censor Bingzhong, an ordinary-looking old man with gray hair and a court uniform. He looked up at the old lanterns lit in front of his house. He took a breath and pushed away the brush.
The elm door was coated with thick tung oil and heavily patinated. Under the service of the old housekeeper, I changed into casual clothes and went to the study alone.
The imperial censor's study looked like it had been around for some time. It was more than ten feet in diameter, and the two large bookshelves were filled with hundreds of volumes of classics and history, as well as many ancient books. The only thing missing was martial arts secret books.
A small ancient bookcase, a seven-stringed guqin that had been idle for a long time, and the most precious thing was a rosewood desk, which was a gift from the emperor of the Han Dynasty. The imperial censor also sternly refused, and many other rewards were
It was included in the national treasury and finally reluctantly accepted this rosewood table from the royal treasury.
Next to the desk, there is a small wooden table. On the wooden table, there is a cup of hot tea and a plate of ordinary peanuts. For the imperial censor who has long been abstinent, it is one of the few hobbies every day.
The affairs of the cabinet are busy, and intrigues are fought in the court every day. With the frequent appearance of monsters, villages and towns in the Han Dynasty have been repeatedly destroyed, people have been displaced, resettlement, plague, and many other problems have arisen, as well as other large and small problems.
On many matters, monarchs and ministers can only put pen to paper when the time is approaching every day.
As one of the three ministers in the cabinet, Bingzhong became increasingly aware that a thick haze began to shroud the world.
Sitting down at the small wooden table, the old man took a sip of hot tea, peeled off a peanut, then picked up the teapot, picked up a teacup, filled it slowly, and placed it on the opposite side.
"In the bitter cold of winter, drinking a cup of hot tea is better than living in the dark."
Buzz!
Immediately, opposite the imperial censor, the sky twisted slightly, and the figure belonging to Su Qinian appeared. He cupped his fists and saluted the censor, and said seriously: "I have met Mr. Bing in my later studies."
Waving his hand, the old man pointed to the table and stool in front of him and said, "Sit down and say, if the tea gets cold, it will hurt your health."
Su Qinian sat down as he was told and took a sip of tea. The black tea that ordinary people drank during the New Year festival could cost several kilograms for three coins. The taste was not very mellow, but just as ordinary as the imperial censor in front of him.
"Su Qinian begs Master B to take action and thoroughly investigate the case in our Su Mansion."
Putting down the tea cup, Su Qinian did not hesitate, and said bluntly and solemnly: "Ling Tong, the master of the Qiankun Arsenal, colluded with the devil. He once entered the Seven Emotions Valley under the pretense of inspecting the world's arsenal, hoping to survive the ninth level of thunder tribulation."
Um?
Bing Zhong put down his tea cup. The first half of his sentence was as expected, but the information revealed in the second half was too important. In the case of the Su Mansion, although Su Wangsheng was only the editor of the eighth-level arsenal, the top master of the Demon Sect sneaked into the Qiankun Arsenal.
, such a major case has not happened in Chang'an City for decades.
There are many doubts, but the Qiankun Arsenal is in charge of the Marquis Ling, who is independent of the cabinet. Many evidences were also provided by the Arsenal, and the convictions only lasted for three days.
"Evidence." The imperial censor looked at Su Qinian and spoke concisely.
Being watched by this one of the three princes, the always upright imperial censor, Su Qinian seemed to be able to feel the divine sun hanging high above the nine heavens, the bright sunshine shining all over the nine heavens and ten earths.
"Seven Emotions Valley Residency." Su Qiqiao spat out five words softly.
His eyes lit up, and Bingzhong didn't expect that this little god actually knew about the Qiqing Valley station. You know, the imperial court's encirclement and suppression of the Demon Sect was second only to the Demon Clan, and the Demon Sect's thirteen sect stations had never been discovered.
After the purge, the people in the Demon Sect became even more hidden, and now hundreds and nearly a thousand years have passed, and not one of the thirteen sects has been discovered.
Half an hour later, Su Qinian once again raised his fists and saluted the imperial censor, then retreated into the depths of the void.
Drinking a sip of hot tea, peeling a few groundnuts and swallowing them, Bing Chong's eyes were deep. The eyes of the imperial censor seemed to have spanned the distant void, and he didn't know where he had gone.
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Since the Yuan Dynasty envoy arrived in Beijing, they have stayed in the post house and never gone out. Therefore, although the people in the capital were curious, they never saw it except for the many carriages and horses on the day they entered the capital.
Three days passed quickly, and before midnight on the fourth day, dozens and nearly hundreds of Yuan people filed out of the post house, led by two people, a middle-aged man of about forty years old, dressed in an eagle robe and golden
The feathers are embroidered with threads, and the eyebrows are sharp, like an eagle above the nine heavens, overlooking the people and the earth.
Next to the middle-aged man, there is a young man, who looks majestic and strong, wearing a three-clawed silver dragon robe. He stands there like an immortal ancient mountain, which is daunting. (Please give me a monthly ticket recommendation, Qidian Genuine
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