Ah Zi did come to Lin'an Feng Mansion and met Feng Zhou.
Looking at her cuteness and cuteness, her big eyes looking at Feng Zhou are so touching, which makes people feel pity.
Feng Zhou sighed, left her in Feng Mansion, and arranged for the congratulatory envoy from Xixia to go back and report the news.
At the wedding, Zhang Jun, the left prime minister, solemnly toasted a glass of wine and said: "This battle between real people has brought decades of peace to me in the Song Dynasty. The Jin people will never dare to look at me again. On behalf of the people of the world, I respect you."
One drink for you."
At this time, a month had passed since the quarrying victory. The two sides had already ceased fighting. The other three groups also suffered heavy losses and were forced to retreat. The war had stopped. Wanyanyong had also sent an envoy. The two sides were quarreling over a new contract.
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But it is foreseeable that because of the unprecedented victory achieved by the Song army with the help of Feng Zhou, even the gold master Wanyan Liang was captured alive, and it was impossible for the Song people to surrender to the Jin people again.
No matter how weak Zhao Gou's bones were, the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty still wouldn't agree.
Because Feng Zhou was there, the Jin people did not dare to be presumptuous.
Others also came to toast one by one.
The last person to toast was a monk.
A monk dressed in rags and holding a tattered cattail leaf fan.
Monk Jigong.
He held up a wine glass that could be called a large bowl. He didn't know where he found it. He came to Feng Zhou and said: "When the poor monk met you at your restaurant, I wanted to spend time with you, but I didn't expect you.
Monk, I have always felt sorry for not being destined to be a Buddha. I never thought that you would turn around and enter Taoism and become a Taoist priest. Not only did you cultivate such magical powers, but you were also involved in such deep cause and effect. Monk, I never thought of it.
ah,"
As Jigong spoke, he drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.
"No one knows the wonderful opportunities in life, and I have never thought of them myself."
Seal the boat and focus on the road.
Fortunately, I had a Taoist sect to recommend me, otherwise I wouldn't know how to cultivate immortality and refine my Qi.
"Haha, all the fates in the world are really wonderful. Monk, I love freedom, but you still kill me when you confer a real person. I admire you, I admire you." Jigong said with a smile and picked up another bowl of wine.
Feng Zhou smiled and said: "The world is rich in all kinds of Dharma. I heard that there is a demon king in the world, who is called the Lord of the Qiankun Cave. What kind of rocs and demon kings are there under his command? They have repeatedly opposed the holy monks. If the holy monks have the virtue of a good life, I don't know.
Can Feng Zhou take action?"
Jigong smiled slightly: "No, no need."
But no more words.
Feng Zhou thought for a while and did not continue to ask.
Although those demons did many evil things and harmed living beings, they were catastrophes arranged by the Buddha. They were tools and stepping stones to temper Jigong. If they were converted, or influenced, then Jigong could successfully overcome the tribulations and be promoted to a lower level.
Dragon Bodhisattva.
This is also his destiny.
Naturally, no one else is allowed to take action.
After Feng Zhou understood this, he stopped talking.
Because of his current strength, I don’t know if he has reached the strength of the Dragon Subduing Arhat, so naturally he is not willing to provoke Buddhism easily.
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It is said that snakes can fight for up to twelve hours.
But Xu Xian proved that snakes that have become monsters are vulnerable and can be "conquered" by just a pretty boy.
Fengzhou is no problem.
When Xiaoqing woke up the next day, she felt that her whole body was limp and relaxed, which was so beautiful.
However, she soon noticed that Feng Zhou was not there. She raised her head and looked at the door. At this time, the sun jumped out from the sea of clouds in the distance, shining golden light, illuminating the entire sea of clouds.
Only then did she remember that she was not in Feng Mansion.
The two quietly returned to Nanpingshan Villa last night.
Enjoyed a night without being disturbed.
At this time, Feng Zhou stood at the door, bathing in the sunshine, like a god of war.
Xiaoqing felt sweet in his heart. He dressed up and came to Feng Zhou's side. He was about to speak when his eyes suddenly changed.
This Nanpingshan villa is exquisitely constructed. The entire villa is shrouded in mist and cannot be seen by others, but it is clearly visible from the inside out.
What's more, their bedroom is located high up. Standing at the door, you can overlook Xizhao Mountain and the West Lake in the distance.
Logically speaking, the mountain scenery in the morning is very beautiful, but Xiaoqing discovered that there was a monk on the top of the Leifeng Pagoda in Xizhao Mountain.
Although the distance was far away, Xiaoqing would not pay attention to it normally, but at this moment, she happened to see it.
The monk was sitting cross-legged and chanting sutras with his hands folded. Suddenly he raised his head and glanced in the direction of Nanping Mountain.
Feng Zhou smiled slightly, took a step forward, and slapped the monk in the face.
Normally, people a hundred feet away would not be able to see it, but that monk seemed to have seen it.
He stretched out his figure, and like a big bird, he flew to the sky above Nanpingshan Villa and stood in the sky.
I saw that he was about forty or fifty years old, clothed in cloth and wearing sandals, with a smile on his face, like a flowing treasure of light. At a glance, he knew that he was a great monk, and even had a statue of the Buddha.
He seemed to be a wandering monk, and he also seemed to be the true form of the Buddha sitting high in front of the lotus throne on Lingshan Mountain. He had the flutter of dust and the majesty of a treasure. One look at him and he knew that he was no ordinary person.
"The little monk Jiumozhi, the Tibetan monk who is good at transcending, is here to pay his respects."
Others are in the air, clasping their hands and bowing to each other, with smiles on their faces, which makes people feel good at first sight.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the sound was like the sound of gold and jade, very beautiful, but the clouds and mist surrounding the entire Nanpingshan Villa shook with it.
Feng Zhou could feel the surge of the coming person's aura with just a slight glance, tearing the clouds and sky apart.
Feng Zhou waved his hand to push away the clouds and mist. He looked at Jiumozhi and said slowly, "Are you the Tubo Imperial Master, Maharaja Jiumozhi?"
"Amitabha, the Tubo Master happened seventy years ago, and Maharaja Maharaja has passed away. The person standing in front of the donor at this moment is just the Tubo monk Jiumozhi."
Jiumozhi slowly landed on the ground and said with a slight smile: "Master Feng is newly married, and the young monk has been sitting cross-legged on the Leifeng Pagoda all night, listening to the Buddha's Dharma discussion, and gained a little bit."
"Oh, really?" Feng Zhou smiled faintly: "It's a big gain to have King Maha Lun Ming come all the way, but why are you the only one showing up, and the others?"
"Others?" Jiumozhi nodded deeply: "Feng Zhenren really has great magical powers. The young monk admires them very much. Fellow Taoists, why don't you show up quickly?"
Suddenly, a golden light appeared in the sky, and six figures walked out of thin air.
These seven figures include monks and Taoists, men and women, but they all have their feet on the void and rely on the void to control the wind, just like gods. The aura on their bodies is as vast as the ocean, and none of them is inferior to Jiumozhi.
"Qing'er, you go to your sister's house first, the sooner the better." Feng Zhou said calmly.
"Ah?" Xiaoqing also immediately realized something was wrong.
The profound magic power and strength of these people are far greater than that of her and her sister, but her sister's status is valuable and extraordinary, and ordinary people dare not provoke her at will. Xiaoqing will be very safe next to his sister.
"Amitabha, Madam Feng, please stay here as a guest for the time being. Wait for the young monk and others to discuss it with Master Feng, and it won't be too late to leave."
Jiumozhi smiled slightly.
Feng Zhou sighed and said to Jiumozhi: "Since there are so many people here, won't Prince Ming introduce them to them?"
"It was the young monk's negligence." Jiumozhi stretched out his hand and introduced: "This is Guo Tong, the sage of Mount Wutai, this is Master Zhang Tianshi of Mount Longhu, this is Du Xian of Mount Qingcheng, and Lin Zhengxiong of Mount Maoshan, and this is...
Master Huikong of Tianning Temple in the north, and this female Tan Yue is Harun, the wind master of the Persian Zoroastrian Cult."
"Persians also come to join in the fun?" Feng Zhou said slowly.
"Master Feng, I have lived in the Central Plains for fifteen years. I have long been integrated into the life of the Central Plains. Zoroastrianism has also taken root in the Central Plains. I have only had a romantic relationship with the Persian chief minister." Harun said lightly.
She has a high nose and deep eyes, and her skin is as white as snow. She looks like a foreigner at first glance, but her words are in official Mandarin.
"Really?" Feng Zhou said noncommittally, "I wonder what you are doing here together?"
"Feng Zhenren, you are only twenty years old, but your magic skills are on par with mine. I think you must have some secret skills. As long as you hand over your secret cultivation skills, we can let you go."
Huikong from Tianning Temple looked calm and his voice was like rolling thunder.
"Is this why you came here?" Feng Zhou glanced at Jiumozhi:
"You are not talented, your intelligence is low, your studies are not good, and it is difficult to become an immortal. If you don't find the reasons within yourself, why are you offending me?"