Chapter nine hundred and ninety-seven of the world of great contention, if you do not struggle, you
Since Maitreya Ksitigarbha arrived in Chang'an, more than ten days have passed, and everything has been calm. Except that Chang'an city has regained a bit of prosperity, nothing else has happened.
In the back hall of Qiming Palace, Lin Ze sat opposite Zhuang Zhou, holding a cup of tea and asked: "Senior brother, have you noticed anything unusual in recent days?"
Zhuang Zhou, who was wearing a green Taoist robe, took a sip of tea, shook his head and said: "During this period, I have been monitoring the area of thousands of miles with Chang'an as the center, and I have not found the shadow of the Buddha."
Lin Ze smiled and said: "As expected, senior brother is in charge of Chang'an. Unless the Buddha has lost his head, he will never dare to show his face."
Zhuang Zhou frowned slightly and said: "Since junior brother knows that this trick is useless, why do you still wait for it and waste your efforts?"
Lin Ze didn't take it seriously and said: "Senior brother, what you said is wrong. Sometimes there are too many useless tricks, and you may get unexpected results."
Zhuang Zhou expressed his doubts about this: "What about?"
Lin Ze did not respond immediately, but clapped his hands.
Hearing the sound of hurried footsteps, Wu Fan, dressed in brocade clothes, walked into the back hall, bowed and said: "Meet Your Majesty."
Lin Ze waved his hand and asked, "Have you gained anything during this time?"
Wu Fan replied: "Your Majesty, the spies lurking within Confucian Buddhism reported that during this period, apart from recruiting disciples and believers, there was nothing unusual about Confucianism and Buddhism."
"The three Confucian sages whom His Majesty told us to focus on have been giving lectures and preaching, eager to replace the Confucian sages' ideas with their own ideas."
Lin Ze said calmly: "I know, keep watching and report any news immediately."
"promise"
Wu Fan bowed and retreated.
Zhuang Zhou looked puzzled and asked, "Junior brother, are you casting a wide net?"
Lin Ze nodded and said: "Senior brother is right. Waiting for the enemy is a useless trick, but it can at least mislead. If the Buddha and Confucian saints really thought that the Taoist palace only had this method, they deserved to be tricked to death."
Zhuang Zhou was still a little puzzled: "Why did junior brother focus on Meng Ke and the others? Do you think the Confucian sage would take action against them like Buddha? Why did junior brother have such an idea?"
Lin Ze put down the tea cup and looked directly at Zhuang Zhou, but did not see any disguise on his face. He smiled and said, "Junior brother doesn't know what's going on, but he just has a vague premonition."
"oh"
Zhuang Zhou responded and did not continue to ask, but asked: "What are you going to do next, junior brother?"
Just when Lin Ze was about to speak, he seemed to feel something. He tensed up and looked up at the sky.
I saw the cloud of luck above his head suddenly boiling, and countless pure white luck poured in from the void, turning from white to green, from green to red, and finally turned into a touch of purple.
The infusion of Qi continued for ten breaths before gradually slowing down.
"Hoo~"
Lin Ze let out a breath and relaxed, probably guessing what happened.
It was nothing more than Chen Ping's implementation of the New Deal. The people were sincerely grateful to the Western Qin Dynasty and to him as the Lord of the Western Qin Dynasty. This aroused the influence of heaven and instantly increased their luck.
Lin Ze had been planning this for a long time, and when a happy event happened unexpectedly, although he was a little happy, he could control his emotions very well.
On the other hand, Zhuang Zhou's expression changed slightly. The aura of the Saint Realm enveloped Qiming Palace and even Chang'an City, and he concentrated on vigilance in all directions.
Lin Ze was stunned: "Senior brother, what do you mean?"
Zhuang Zhou came to his senses, quickly took back his breath, and said with an embarrassed look: "It's okay, it's okay."
Lin Ze looked in disbelief: "Is it really okay?"
"It's really okay," Zhuang Zhou firmly shook his head in denial.
Zhuang Zhou originally thought that the abnormality in Lin Ze was caused by the Buddha, and that was why he acted excessively. How could he have the nerve to tell Lin Zeming about this kind of thing?
Lin Ze chuckled lightly: "It's okay, senior brother, didn't you just ask me about my next plan? Junior brother wants to go back to the Dao Palace with senior brother, I wonder if senior brother is willing?"
When Zhuang Yiyi heard Lin Ze mentioning the old story again, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Junior brother, why do you have to trouble the teacher? Aren't you and I dealt with it very well?"
Lin Ze's smile faded, he stood up and walked to the door of the back hall, sighing: "In a time of great strife, if you don't fight, you will die. As a saint, senior brother may not care, but junior brother and tens of millions of people in Western Qin have to care."
"Junior brother, I don't know why senior brother refuses to ask the teacher for help. Is he worried that the teacher's unwillingness to help will cause discord between master and disciple?"
"Or does senior brother think that the teacher can't do anything about this matter, and asking for help will not help?"
Zhuang Zhou sighed after hearing this and said quietly: "Junior brother, do you know that tens of thousands of years ago, if the teacher had intervened, there would not even be a slight price to pay, but today there would be no Confucian sages?"
Lin Ze looked slightly startled and said with a wry smile: "I see. No wonder the teacher voluntarily trapped in the Tao Palace and refused to break the blockade and eliminate future troubles for me. Senior Brother said with one sentence, Tao explained the reason."
Zhuang Zhou said slightly unnaturally: "Junior brother, don't think too much. Maybe the teacher really can't come out. After all, it was the deathbed counterattack of the Three Saints who fell to the saint realm. The three avenues are perfectly intertwined. It is normal for the teacher to be unable to break through."
"Teacher actually cares about my junior brother. When he learned that the Confucian sage Buddha had taken action against his junior brother, the teacher was furious. He even threatened to destroy the Confucian Buddhist school and threatened the sage Buddha not to do it again..."
Before Zhuang Zhou finished speaking, Lin Ze interrupted and said, "Stop, senior brother, there is no need to say anything. The teacher's behavior is profound and unpredictable. I am shallow and cannot understand it thoroughly, but I have my own set of ideas and do not need others to impose them."
"Teacher has his own reasons for refusing to kill all the Buddhas and Confucian saints. If I seize the opportunity in the future, I will not let anyone go. This is my idea."
"To paraphrase a classic saying, if we have different paths, we will not work together."
"Junior brother, I would like to advise you again, you should have your own ideas at all times and don't be easily influenced by others."
After Lin Ze said this, he turned around and left.
After just a few steps, Lin Ze sensed a vague Buddhist aura flashing through the clouds. He immediately made an immediate decision. A big hand came out and grabbed the sky. At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Thief, move quickly."
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Lin Ze moved quickly, and Zhuang Zhou moved even faster. When Lin Ze reached into the clouds with his big hand, the sky suddenly changed color, like an inverted sea, with rippling blue waves.
That's right, in order to prevent the existence suspected of being the Buddha from escaping, Zhuang Zhou directly used the characteristics of the saint realm to replace this world with his own small world.
The next moment, Lin Ze's transformed hand pulled out a person from the clouds.
As soon as he succeeded, Lin Ze felt that something was wrong. The person who came was too weak and did not look like Buddha at all.
Looking closely, the person caught was indeed not Buddha, but Xuantang, who had not been seen for a long time.
"Snapped"
Lin Ze threw Xuantang on the ground, looked indifferent and asked without emotion: "Master Xuantang, please explain why it appeared in the sky above Chang'an City? Could it be that you are here to gather information for the Buddha?"
"If Master doesn't give a reasonable answer today, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave this city."