Lan Yuqing took advantage of Lin Wenruo's absence and looked at Lin Qingxuan who was standing in the crowd opposite.
After waiting for a moment, when the people around her were not paying attention, the man turned his head to look at her, looked at her for a second, nodded slightly, and then looked away.
The corner of Lan Yuqing's mouth curled up, and she looked up at the red sandalwood incense burner placed on the table in the center of the high platform. There was no one on the stage at this time, but several twisted and misty green smoke was slowly floating out of the incense burner.
This incense was used to soothe the nerves of those who came to the stage to defend themselves. However, she added a few other things into the spice that was as heavy as the middle-grade spiritual stone.
This incense still has a calming effect on other people, but for people who have taken another kind of medicine, it has the opposite effect. They will gradually become restless and irritable in the incense, and then they will become frightened.
Palpitations and lack of energy.
The woman in purple glanced at the man wearing a simple Confucian shirt a hundred feet away.
She always felt that this person named Zhao Ziyu looked familiar and wondered where she had seen him before, but she immediately gave up the idea.
How could Lin Wenruo let her see such a killer weapon that he had finally invited? It was probably because he had heard Li Shiqian and Chen Hongyuan describe his appearance before, so he felt familiar.
Oh, you dare to call Pindao a stinky nun that no one wants? You'd better pray that you can run away after losing today, otherwise if you fall into Pindao's hands, so what if you are the disciple of the Academy Headmaster? You can't die, then
I'll leave you half crippled.
Finally, a sound of bells came from not far away, it was already four o'clock.
After the bells stopped ringing, the whole place was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the monarch and the two people beside him.
But the monarch, Lin Wenruo and Qingjingzi all stood still, not moving, waiting for something.
Suddenly, an old man with drunken eyes and a wine gourd stood up from somewhere in the crowd. He walked out slowly and came to the monarch, holding a hiking pole.
"I'm sorry to trouble you, layman Liuyi."
I saw the three monarchs bowing respectfully to the old man.
The drunken old man waved his hand, shook the wine gourd, and took a sip of wine.
Lan Yuqing watched this scene calmly.
This old man is the referee of the debate between Confucianism and Taoism that was invited this time.
He is one of the most famous hermits in Zhongnan Mountain. He is a half-step Nascent Soul monk, but his real name is unknown and he calls himself Sixty-one Lay Buddhist.
Rumor has it that he was once the prince of a certain mortal dynasty. After his country was destroyed, he escaped into the mountains to seek immortality and seek enlightenment. Now he lives in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain.
The so-called origin of the name is from what he said: "I have a collection of one million volumes of books, and a collection of ten thousand volumes of inscriptions and inscriptions. I have a sword handle, a chess game, and a pot of wine. I am an old man.
Between these five things, aren’t they six and one?”
Previously, he was recognized as the number one debater in Zhongnan Kingdom. After the debate between Confucianism and Taoism was decided, she and Lin Wenruo both brought heavy gifts and came to ask him to come out, but they were all declined by him.
Later, the king personally came to ask him to be the judge of the defense. Hearing that he owed the royal family a favor, he agreed.
"Are everyone here?"
Layman Liuyi asked.
"Father, everyone is here, we can start."
Lin Wenruo and Qingjingzi both said respectfully.
Upon hearing this, Layman Liuyi glanced at the two people in front of him, and seeing their determined expressions, he refused to dissuade him.
He took a sip of wine, muttered a few words, turned around and said loudly:
"The rules of today's debate between Confucianism and Taoism have already been announced, so I won't go into details again. I just want to ask you two, what are the bets for winning and losing? You know, once this matter is decided, everyone present, including hundreds of thousands of people from Zhongnan, will
Under the witness of Laochan, we must never violate it."
The old man's voice spread throughout the audience, and together with the picture, it was transmitted to the people of the city through the white glass bowl with flowers in the mirror and moon in the water.
After these words, the entire audience fell into silence.
Qingjingzi and Lin Wenruo looked at each other, took a step forward, and said loudly: "Chongxu Guan bets on the position of Zhongnan Guojiao. If we lose, then from today on, the Taoist priests of this Guan will never set foot in Zhongnan Guochao, and will never participate in it."
Regarding Zhongnan’s national affairs, in addition, we are willing to hand over all the Taoist temple lands under Taibai Mountain to the Lin family of Lanxi."
After saying this, the whole place was silent.
Some people secretly lamented that this Lin Wenruo could actually push Chongxu Guan to such an extent. This is Chongxu Guan that has been rooted in Zhongnan Mountain for thousands of years. The existence of Chongxu Guan was established here before the Zhongnan Kingdom was established.
Lin Wenruo stepped forward, faced all the onlookers, bowed, and said loudly: "The Lin family of Lanxi is willing to bet all the property and land in Zhongnan Kingdom, and all the inheritance of the ancestors for seven hundred years is included in it. If we lose, I, Lanxi, will
The Lin family took the word 'Lanxi' and moved out of the Zhongnan Kingdom. The Lin family's children will never set foot in the Zhongnan Kingdom again! And..."
At this moment, Confucian scholar Xin Chang, who was watched by the whole audience, had a calm expression.
"And Qing Chi hanged himself at the foot of Taibai Mountain."
His voice echoed in the lectern, and the whole place became even more solemn.
A certain Taoist nun in purple raised her chin, pursed her lips, and stared at the young Confucian scholar with a calm expression and elegant writing.
Qingjingzi curled up his lips. Just like your overestimating father?
Not far away, Zhao Rong frowned, his eyes quickly left something on Qingjingzi's body, and suddenly looked at Lin Wenruo.
The little fox demon, who had been focusing entirely on her good friend from the beginning, followed his gaze curiously at Qing Jingzi. At this time, she raised her head and looked at the frown of the man who was holding the corner of his clothes by her.
Emei also gradually frowned.
The Liuyi layman was silent for a while, and took a closer look at the Confucian scholar who had stood silently in front of his hut for three days, begging him to come out of the mountain, but he declined politely. He nodded, and said in a voice that could be heard by the whole audience: "Do the two sides agree?
It is confirmed that these are the bets that everyone just heard about. This is the last chance. It is urgent to discuss changes now. "
Qingjingzi said directly: "Laity, Pindao has confirmed that it is correct."
After speaking, he glanced at the Confucian scholar aside.
Lin Wenruo nodded and said: "She, Qingchi..."
"Wait!"
Someone spoke loudly.
Interrupting Lin Wenruo's words.
At this time, it was like a lake of flat water was thrown into a huge boulder, and the originally silent field suddenly became noisy.
Who spoke?
The two thousand people on the field could only search in the approximate direction of the sound, but there were too many targets in that direction and they couldn't be sure at the moment.
Lin Wenruo was stunned. He recognized the owner of the blocking sound and turned his head to the left.
"Silence!"
The clear voice of the Liuyi layman instantly reached the ears of everyone present.
The sutra platform was suddenly silent, and you could hear a needle drop.
Upon seeing this, Layman Liuyi raised his head and took a sip of wine, looking at the ordinary Confucian scholar who suddenly spoke out with drunken eyes.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Rong said: "I am Zhao Ziyu, a good friend of Lin Wenruo. Please wait a moment, sir."
After saying that, Zhao Rong walked towards Lin Wenruo, but Su Xiaoxiao, who had been holding the corner of his clothes behind him, her eyes widened from the moment he made a sound. Seeing that he seemed to be going out for an adventure, she was so anxious that she
Hold Zhao Rong to death.
It's just that Zhao Rong is different from the little fox demon who is afraid of even a large number of people. He has a fierce spirit in his bones, is courageous, and has no stage fright. This can be seen from the fact that he dared to "hero save the beauty" in public on the ferry.
At this time, Zhao Rong saw that his friend had clearly arranged an escape route for everyone, but in the end, he was the only one who failed to prepare it for himself, and insisted on a failure or failure. Zhao Rong was extremely anxious, and how could the little fox demon hold him back.
As a result, a strange scene occurred on the field.
A handsome young man in pink clothes, who looked like a fairy, was holding on to the robe of an ordinary Confucian scholar who was determined to move forward. The two of them pulled and pulled, you came and I went, two people, four hands, at the waist
Pull it back.
The scene in a mountain forest somewhere in Shisui Country was reproduced again.
The atmosphere on the court was a little awkward for a moment.
Everyone present looked at him with different eyes.
Layman Liuyi watched with interest.
Qingjingzi looked on with cold eyes, suddenly stopped turning his thumb and snorted coldly.
Lin Wenruo, who witnessed this scene, slightly twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help laughing.