In a blink of an eye, the poetry meeting began, but what followed was a long silence.
In the Wenhua Hall, Mr. Dongyue sat in the main seat.
The officials in the palace and the young ladies from several aristocratic families in the capital all looked at Mr. Dongyue eagerly, waiting to see what he had to say.
Xia Shang, Li Zijin and others all retreated to remote positions in the palace. For now, it seems that the identities of the princess and the prince have not been exposed.
After a long silence, Mr. Dongyue suddenly sighed heavily: "Hey! Why don't you see Lord Chang, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, and the Lords of the six ministers today?"
"The officials of the six ministries are all greedy for life and afraid of death. They were frightened to death after hearing what happened last night. They hurriedly left Qianfo Temple early this morning. Mr. Dongyue, these people are not trustworthy." A middle-aged man stood up and said.
, his tone was quite angry.
Nishang said to Xia Shang: "This is one of the six bachelors of the Hanlin Academy. Jiang Cheng is one of Mr. Dongyue's most proud students."
Xia Shang frowned: "Everyone in the Hanlin Academy is in vain. Only people from the Hanlin Academy are talking at this moment. It seems that Mr. Dongyue's plan will come to nothing."
Nishang nodded: "Original officials from the three provinces and six ministries were present, but after hearing what happened last night, they all left."
Xia Shang said nothing more. He looked at the silence of Wenhua Palace, but his ears heard the noise and discussion of the scholars outside Wenhua Palace on the Tiandao Platform.
Listening to this, I couldn't help but smile a little bitterly. It's true that a scholar encounters a soldier, and he can't explain why.
In the hall, Mr. Dongyue adjusted his mood and was going through the poetry meeting step by step. He seemed to have accepted the reality.
At this time, Xia Shang saw Shi Xin going to the side hall of Wenhua Hall from Mr. Dongyue. Xia Shang also got up and hurriedly followed.
By now, Xia Shang had lost interest in the poetry meeting.
Because from the perspective of people coming from outside, this poetry meeting has lost its original meaning.
Last night's assassination was aimed at Mr. Dongyue. Although it was unsuccessful, the current situation told everyone a fact.
It is impossible to unite the scholars of the world to fight against the tyranny of the prince.
The death of just one monk deterred countless scholars and chose to leave. Although there were more than 800 scholars outside, they were just a drop in the bucket compared to the scholars who left.
Mr. Dongyue also understood clearly that there are very few people in this world who would not hesitate to die for the sake of the world.
Not to mention the literati, many of the officials present today have left quite nicely.
Although the poetry meeting has begun, the atmosphere in the Wenhua Hall is very depressing, and there is no sign of passionate speeches.
This kind of poetry meeting is destined to end dismally.
Xia Shang's plan to use this poetry meeting to become famous also came to nothing.
Fortunately, this trip was not without success, at least I got some news about Fu Sheng.
In Xia Shang's heart, Fu Sheng is naturally more important than fame among benefits, and Shi Xin must know many things about Fu Sheng, so Xia Shang must ask clearly about Fu Sheng.
"Donor, the poor monk has already said that you can't tell anything about Fu Sheng." Shi Xin sat on the futon, squinting his eyes, and there was not much movement.
Xia Shang smiled and stepped forward: "Master Shi Xin, I'm not here to ask about Fu Sheng, but I saw that the master has not eaten or drank all day long, for fear that the master's body cannot bear it. I have some preserved fruits and sweets here, but the master still eats them.
Just a little."
With that said, Xia Shang took out some snacks he had brought with him and placed them in front of Shi Xin.
The other party didn't appreciate it, didn't even look at it, and just sat there like a stone.
Xia Shang was not surprised by this and patiently sat beside him: "Master, how do you compare with your kung fu at this moment last night?"
After waiting for a while, Shi Xin still didn't speak.
Xia Shang said again: "Since the master's master asked the master to protect us, you'd better tell me how good your kung fu is, so that we can feel more at ease, right?"
"The two of us last night couldn't fight more than ten times. It's hard to decide who will win."
"Since it is difficult to compete with others, the master should maintain sufficient physical strength, right? Although the master will not starve to death if he eats less, it will definitely have an impact on his own physical strength and other aspects, right? If the physical strength is insufficient, it is likely to cause the master to
What should I do if my opponent's kung fu is higher than that of my opponent, but I fail to perform well and ultimately lose?"
"Don't ask for victory or defeat, just see God's will."
"How can this be done? If the master loses, wouldn't we be in danger? You didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of you. This is the master's fault. If the master loses because of poor condition, then the sin is
Bigger.”
After a pause, Shi Xin couldn't open his eyes. He looked at Xia Shang and then at the things in Xia Shang's hands. After hesitation, he finally took a piece.
Xia Shang laughed: "That's right!"
Shi Xin quickly ate a piece, and Xia Shang hurriedly handed over another piece, but the other party did not refuse.
After a while, until Shi Xin had finished eating everything, Xia Shang asked: "What crime did the master commit? Why did he kneel in front of the ruined temple?"
Fearing that the other party would not say anything, Xia Shang quickly explained: "This is not about Fu Sheng. Master, you won't say nothing, right?"
"I traveled for ten years with the intention of spreading Buddhism, but failed to achieve Master's expectations."
"Can you be more specific?"
"The poor monk is a disciple passed down from his master. He received the master's authentic carvings. He left Thousand Buddhas Temple ten years ago with the intention of unifying the Buddha statues in temples all over the world with stone Buddha statues. The poor monk carved a Buddha statue in ten years, which is closely related to the Buddha statue.
Compared with the thousands of Buddha statues carved by Master in his lifetime, they are far from each other, which makes Master extremely disappointed."
"This is your master. Spreading Buddhism is not just about carving Buddha statues, and carving Buddha statues cannot prove that you have Buddha in your heart. This is because your master is too persistent, and whether you are guilty, Master Shi Xin, can only be determined by Master Shi Xin himself.
Know."
"Master has practiced Buddhism all his life and is the most knowledgeable and knowledgeable person in the world. If Master says I am guilty, I am guilty, and there is no need to consider the rest. Besides, the poor monk has indeed done many things that are against the Dharma. Looking back, it is really a serious sin.
, only kneeling for a long time can make you feel better."
"What is against Buddhism? Is it to accept a living being as a disciple?"
"It has nothing to do with this matter."
"Did the master guide Fu Sheng's identity at this time? If you knew Fu Sheng's identity, you might feel that you have done something bad."
Shi Xin frowned and said nothing.
"I believe everyone is wondering now, right? Why was Fu Sheng the person who appeared outside the ruined temple last night?"
"you know?"
"The people behind Fusheng obviously don't want Mr. Dongyue's poetry meeting to be held successfully. So the purpose of Fusheng's coming here is to assassinate Mr. Dongyue. As for Fusheng's identity, I don't know if you have heard of an organization in the imperial court called the Capital.
Procuratorate, right?"
"The Metropolitan Procuratorate...the Twelve Divisions of Jingmen..."
"It seems that the master has heard about it. Where do you think you are in the Twelve Divisions? You are the second in the Shadow Division." (To be continued)