The peak of Yuanmiao Mountain is already in the clouds.
After leaving the alchemy room, Li Yu stretched out his hand to expand his chest, exhaled the turbid air in his chest, and looked into the distance.
Yuanmiao Mountain towers into the clouds, seeming to be separated from the prosperous Bianliang below.
In fact, what he and Lin Lingsu are planning here is the most vulgar thing. Is this a dispute between Buddhism and Taoism? In the final analysis, it is still a battle between humans.
After walking a few steps along the winding path, he heard the chirping sound. Li Yu thought it sounded familiar, so he walked over and saw that there was a small courtyard halfway up the mountain.
Surrounded by strange rocks, the courtyard contains two girls holding hands and sitting together, as if they have endless words to say.
Next to them, there is a small clay figurine with a wreath of willow branches on his head. He is sitting next to the two people with his chin in his hands like a little adult.
"Fujin?"
Li Yu was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that she was still in Shenxiao Palace and was reminiscing with Lian'er. Li Yu thought she had returned to the palace.
"Ah, Brother Li Yu." Zhao Fujin stood up and showed a cute smile.
"How are you doing in practice? Have you been lazy?" Li Yu asked casually and said something that was very embarrassing.
Sure enough, Zhao Fujin wrinkled his nose and said, "Of course you have practiced very well. It's so annoying to ask this when we meet."
Li Yu touched his nose and laughed a few times, "I'm used to it, it's an occupational disease."
"Little Niba, beat him!" Zhao Fujin said with a smile.
The little clay figurine on the ground did a somersault, waved its fist and was about to jump up and hit Li Yu on the knee.
Li Yu stretched out his hand with a smile, picked it up, and wrapped the clay figurine with spiritual power, wanting to test the progress of Zhao Fujin's Taoism.
Suddenly, he felt a weak resistance and a hint of anger.
mood?
Do clay figures have emotions?
Li Yu was startled, jumped back and stared at the clay figure, "Monster?"
Lin Lingsu suddenly appeared behind him, patted his shoulder and said, "Are you scared too?"
"Palace Master, what is this?" Li Yu was not only frightened, he was frightened to death.
The kneaded clay figurine has spiritual intelligence. What kind of magical power does that have?
This is the method of Nuwa in the legend.
Lin Lingsu smiled and said: "You are very discerning in selecting people. Emperor Maode's talent is so high that I am afraid it can no longer be described as stunning."
Li Yu put down the little clay figurine, and the little thing ran back to Zhao Fujin and hugged her ankles aggrievedly.
Zhao Fujin picked up the little clay figurine distressedly and touched its head, "Hey little clay figurine, brother Li Yu is joking with you."
Li Yu's understanding of the Taiping Qingling Book can be said to be the best in the world, but he has never thought that a villain formed by the power of the five elements can develop spiritual wisdom.
To put it bluntly, these clay figures, wooden figures, and water figures are just a ball of energy. The key to being able to open up spiritual intelligence to a ball of energy is that she has only been in Taoism for a few months. This is not a result of practice, but a natural ability.
It inspired itself.
He looked at Zhao Fujin, with an indescribable feeling in his eyes. What kind of existence was this cute and innocent little Di Ji?
Lin Lingsu pulled him aside and said with a smile: "Taiping Dao is an extraordinary sect, and it must have such extraordinary successors. Therefore, I am reporting to Your Majesty that the Emperor Ji should be kept in Yuanmiao Mountain to protect her from evil people."
"Taoist Priest, you really don't mind seeing the excitement."
"No matter what, she is a member of my Taoist sect, what are you afraid of?"
Li Yu shook his head. This person was too paranoid, but he was not qualified to criticize him. Lin Lingsu and he were ultimately the same type of people. He was for the prosperity of the Taoist sect, while he was for the last sentence of the twelve-character mantra:
Can live forever.
Immortality
The temptation for Li Yu was too great. Even if it was only one in a million or one in a billion, it was worth fighting for.
Three thousand avenues cannot lead to eternal life, and in the end they will all be in vain, like morning dew, like summer flowers, like a dream.
He has already obtained three volumes of the Taiping Qingling Book, and the road looks bright.
Xiao Jinlian couldn't wait to come over and asked: "Brother Li Yu, when will we return to Lu'er Lane?"
"I won't go back for the time being." After Li Yu finished speaking, he saw that she was a little disappointed and said, "We may have to move to a new home."
"Leave me a big house!" Zhao Fujin said loudly.
Li Yu chuckled and said, "Okay."
No matter what, Fu Jin is a trustworthy person who is true and kind. Perhaps this is the origin of her special abilities.
Lin Lingsu whispered: "Tonight we will finalize the details, and tomorrow we will take you to the palace to meet the saint."
Li Yu nodded, and he was about to appear next. In this mixed city of Bianliang, a behemoth like the Daxiangguo Temple declared war.
In order to obtain the Ruijin Jue, he had no choice but to bite the bullet.
On the road to immortality, every step is indeed full of thorns. Going against the will of heaven, it is destined not to be easy.
Soon, the Golden Crow descended and the bright moon hung high.
Xiao Jinlian and Zhao Fujin met again and were inseparable, living together. At this time, they hugged each other and fell asleep.
In the small pavilion on the top of Yuanmiao Mountain, Li Yu and Lin Lingsu sat across from each other. The eight major disciples in Shenxiao Palace were responsible for guarding the outside and did not allow anyone to come in.
The eight disciples, all of whom were outstanding figures in the Song Dynasty, looked at each other in confusion. They looked in curiously from time to time. They didn't know who this young man was and how he had such a grand appearance.
Master, how had he ever valued a guest so much? Unfortunately, Master had put up a soundproof barrier, and they couldn't hear a word inside.
The two of them talked like this all night long under the curious eyes of the disciples of Shenxiao Palace.
Early the next morning, the barrier was dispersed, and Lin Lingsu gave some instructions, telling them to stay at Yuanmiao Mountain and not to go out in the near future.
After all the disciples accepted the order, Lin Lingsu took Li Yu, floated down the mountain, and entered the palace to meet the saint.
This time when I entered the palace as a temporary worker, my treatment was very different from the last time. The guards along the way bowed to them and saluted them.
Lin Lingsu has been in Bianliang for many years, and his reputation is booming, and his holy family is also booming. But he knows the temperament of Emperor Zhao Ji very well. This emperor, between his words and smiles, no matter what he says, there is a kind of carelessness, as if something.
It’s hard to attract his attention and gain his favor for a long time.
That's why Lin Lingsu is eager to overthrow the Daxiangguo Temple at this time. If the flowers are not red for a hundred days, who knows when the emperor's holy family will be gone.
In the Daqing Hall, Lin Lingsu and Li Yuxu clasped their hands in front of their stomachs and stood respectfully in the hall. There were maids and eunuchs in the hall, all of whom stood motionless.
This was Li Yu's second time entering the palace, but it was his first time to be so close to the emperor.
He couldn't help but glance around. The pillars of the Panlong Palace on the side were beautifully decorated, and the palace maids and eunuchs couldn't help but glance towards the Imperial Master, their eyes full of reverence.
Li Yu, who was not taken seriously, moved quietly, got closer to the imperial pillar, and looked at it carefully. What was painted on the pillar was the six heroes who slayed the dragon and divided the world together, which everyone in the Six Dynasties knew.
This incident brought down the once powerful Han Dynasty and established the situation of six dynasties coexisting. Li Yu didn't know how many versions he had heard, and each one was similar.
Next to her, Lin Lingsu's feet were not straight, she held the sun and moon in her left hand, and the universe in her right hand. She made a Taoist casual breathing posture, with her eyes half open and half closed, and she fell into concentration on the spot. Lin Lingsu was of unknown origin.
Well, he was Su Shi's schoolboy. His current status and conduct are inseparable from his diligence and talent.
"The saint has arrived!"
After singing "Oi", a large group of palace maids and eunuchs surrounded Zhao Ji, the Lord of the Song Dynasty, came out with a heavy umbrella cover and a cloud of entourage.
Zhao Ji is in his forties this year. He is in the prime of spring and autumn. He has an elegant and indifferent demeanor. He wears the straight black gauze headdress specially worn by the Emperor of the Song Dynasty. He is wearing a scarlet shirt with big sleeves fluttering. He looks straight forward.
The man among the gods.
"Mr. Yuan Miao, who is that person standing next to you?" After seeing Lin Lingsu, his brows were filled with joy and he couldn't hide it, and he asked loudly.
"Your Majesty, this is the headmaster of the Zhengdao Sect, Li Yu, a Zhengdao man."
