Chapter 35: The game on the clock tower, the carriage on the Gobi!
The end of application time is approaching!
On the bell tower near the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, the monk responsible for ringing the bell crashed into the ancient bell that had gone through many winds and rains.
From the bell tower, you can look directly at the Big Wild Goose Pagoda. There are many pagodas in the Buddhist temple, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims coming and going.
There are not many nobles, but more ordinary people wearing sackcloth.
The game between Master Huang Yang and the Imperial Master Li Qingshan ended with Master Huang Yang surrendering.
Li Qingshan looked in the direction of the princess's palace with a pale face and said: "The sword of Chen Xuan on Taiping Road is very mysterious. I wonder what the master thinks?"
By means of deduction, it can be seen that Chen Xuan's sword just now has 36,000 variations.
Chunfengting Laochao has entered the realm of knowing his fate, but he is still no match for Chen Xuan's sword.
He had never heard of Taiping Dao before, so he couldn't judge Chen Xuan based on common sense.
"Amitabha!"
Master Huang Yang proclaimed the name of the Buddha, waved the beads in his hand, and said: "I observed it with the magical power of the Buddha. The sword just now destroyed the body and the mind. It seems that Mr. Chen of Taiping Road still holds on.
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The knowledge of life in the secular world already uses trickery, how can it stop the practitioners from outside the world?
Your Majesty made a mistake in recruiting people this time. He only treated outsiders with courtesy.
How can a true Taoist cultivator be tempted by worldly fame and wealth?
Master Huang Yang was even more afraid of Taiping Dao Chen Xuan, so he took over the mission from Tianshu, because if such a true cultivator had a secular agenda, he would definitely have big plans.
After Li Qingshan coughed a few times, he said: "Over at the Xiling Temple, they are sparing no effort to build momentum for Chen Xuan."
"It is estimated that there is some provocative conspiracy to take the opportunity to interfere in the affairs of our country, Tang Dynasty."
After all, he is just an outsider and cannot write two Haotian Dao in one sentence.
Many nobles in the court did not trust him, and the Xiling Temple regarded the South Gate as rebellious.
When he returned to Xiling in previous years, those uncles and uncles would never give him a good look.
Every time, his senior brother had to argue with the ruling in order to maintain his salary.
Master Huang Yang, however, has severed all ties with Buddhism and is one of the most trusted practitioners by His Majesty today.
The bells stopped ringing and the breeze blew through the hall.
Master Huang Yang smiled flatly and said: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. That night in the battle at Chunfeng Pavilion, many people died."
"The fundamental reason is that the position of the prince of Tang Dynasty came from the throne. Our country of Tang Dynasty has always established virtuous people."
"Your Majesty is at the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period, but the nobles in the court are already ready to make a move."
Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess has returned with the legitimate son of the Khan who was appointed to the Golden Horde, which is a huge bargaining chip in itself.
There was a bargaining chip, and with the addition of the mother clan of the late Queen and Queen of Qinghe County, Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess, she already had an advantage.
Li Qingshan frowned, and said helplessly: "Your Majesty has already made a final decision on this matter, and Prince Hun Yuan has always behaved in an unruly manner."
"But there is a letter from Xiling, asking Nanmen Temple to thoroughly investigate the identity of the queen. In fact, I also really want to know whether the queen is a member of the Demon Sect."
Maybe the Demon Sect is not wrong, but everyone in the world recognizes that the Demon Sect is wrong, so how can the Demon Sect be right?
A few times is enough for one country to fight against the world.
But if the throne of the Tang Kingdom sat on the throne of the Tang Dynasty, a Tang King with the blood of the Demon Sect would sit on it.
Then in the blink of an eye, war breaks out again in the human world, and the country does not have a general, and the world is in chaos.
With the Master here, the Tang Dynasty can naturally sit back and relax, but can the Master really be around forever?
Master Huang Yang said solemnly: "Many people want to know, but no one has ever known it, but the academy has not questioned it, which proves that the master recognizes the queen's identity."
As an idle person, he can naturally see things more clearly. This is also normal.
Li Qingshan continued: "There is not peace in Chang'an this year. A blacksmith died, another censor died, and a swordsman in the Dongxuan realm died."
"Now Xiling is adding fuel to the flames and building momentum for Taiping Dao Chen Xuan. His intentions are sinister!"
Not to mention that the thunder in the sky also killed a secret guard in the upper realm of Dongxuan. Xiling also received a letter at this time, and the profound meaning of it is self-evident.
They say they killed one, but actually they killed two.
Master Huang Yang said calmly: "The Imperial Master is overly concerned. According to the poor monk, Mr. Chen on Taiping Road may not disturb the wind and rain. The academy has a back mountain, and there is a two-story building above the back mountain."
"Chen Xuan of Taiping Road wants to enter the academy, but he is actually entering the cage by himself. If he sees the Master, he will definitely worship him."
Li Qingshan shook his head and said: "Master's words are serious. My senior brother Yan Se once said that Chen Xuan of Taiping Avenue has a great opportunity and will never enter the second floor of the academy."
He didn't know what kind of great opportunity Chen Xuan of Taiping Dao had, but that thunder talisman was enough to explain a lot of things.
Master Huang Yang smiled and said: "Master's cultivation level is very high, higher than many people."
When he was young, he seemed to have met the Master once, but he didn't remember it clearly.
"Master!"
"How high is Master's cultivation?"
Li Qingshan, who looked pale, said with emotion.
Master Huang Yang stood up and said: "Master, I have not shown my true body in the world for a long time, and no one knows my specific cultivation level."
"I only heard that the master of the temple and the chief lecturer joined forces in the past, but they couldn't defeat the master at all."
"Nowadays, the master is still wandering in the South China Sea. He is the first person to give lectures and has no contact with the human world. I think the master's cultivation level is higher than a two-story building."
Li Qingshan fell into silence for a long time. The second floor at the back of the academy was already very high.
It’s taller than a second floor, so how high should it be?
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In the vast Gobi desert.
An old ox, pulling a carriage, ran on the gravel and rocks.
The driver was a middle-aged scholar, with an old and worn-out book on his waist, with even a few pages missing.
Sitting in the bullock cart was a tall old man wearing a black burqa. The old man was the Master, the dean of the academy.
The Master opened the curtain, looked at the vast world, and said, "Slowly!"
"A very interesting person has come to Chang'an. This time, I want to personally host the academy entrance examination."
"It's time to tell the world that I am recruiting my last direct disciple."
Li Manman, who was driving an ox cart, said with a solemn expression: "Teacher, aren't you going to look for your old friend?"
For some reason, Li Manman instinctively felt that the teacher should continue to look for his old friend, instead of turning around from time to time.
The Master smiled dumbly and said: "I really want to find them two, but they have been avoiding me."
"This makes me very angry. The two of them don't want to see me now. In that case, I might as well go back and take a look at my little apprentice."
The choice of fate has already begun from that night.
He looked at the child and killed the general's son in the woodshed.
Watching the rusty hatchet pierce the chest of the steward of the General's Mansion, watching the child walk out of Chang'an.
Now that child has grown up and has returned to Chang'an, back to the place where the story began.