After bringing the thoughtful Li Eryi back to the courtyard, the guard turned back and walked into the courtyard next door where the old lady was imprisoned.
Separated by a wall, the courtyard becomes more deserted and even a bit desolate.
Green moss covered the courtyard wall, and there were no flowers. There was only an old tree that had not sprouted even in spring, squatting alone in the corner of the courtyard.
Under the old tree, behind the stone table, on the gently swaying rocking chair, Zhang Lingfeng, who had a fleshy face, closed his eyes to relax, and the hot sunlight shone on his face through the few branches of the old tree.
Not daring to disturb the sleeping Crown Prince, the guard bowed and waited. Not long after, he heard the Crown Prince's voice.
"Mr. Yu, do you believe in fate?"
Mr. Yu?
The guard was horrified, and then he discovered that there was a chessboard placed on the stone table under the old tree, and there was a person playing chess with him by making moves from time to time.
Under the loose green shirt, he has a well-proportioned body, and his meticulous black hair is tied behind his head. Unlike the Wanxiang Mountain man whose appearance is unattractive, his disciple has a handsome appearance and can be called handsome.
Great Master, Yu Jing.
The guard's heart trembled. If the prince hadn't spoken out, he wouldn't have even noticed the great master.
In Longyuan Dao City, there are five grand masters. However, as the old prince fell into a deep sleep and the princess abandoned martial arts, now there are only three grand masters...
Apart from Gong Yangwu, the great guest of the royal palace, he was the master and disciple of Wang Mu, a native of Wanxiang Mountain.
Two great masters in one sect are extremely rare in the world, not to mention in Longyuan Dao.
"letter."
Yu Jing put a piece on each hand and answered casually.
"Not believing in destiny is the greatest sin of Confucianism. It is a bit redundant to ask Sir this."
Zhang Lingfeng sighed.
Snapped!
Yu Jingluozi said calmly: "Believe in fate, don't accept fate."
"That's what I said. Is there anyone in this world who is willing to accept his fate?"
Zhang Lingfeng was speechless.
"Human life seems vague and indescribable, but in fact it is not a rare thing. There are too many things that can be done in this world to change numerology."
Yu Jing said seriously:
"The emperor is the master of hundreds of lives. He can change other people's numerology with just a word! Not to mention, the prince now has great power and can also affect the lives of tens of millions of people."
"With great power, you can decide someone's destiny..."
Zhang Lingfeng was slightly touched by something he remembered, but he didn't say anything more. He looked at the guard, who was excited and hurriedly reported.
"The old woman still doesn't give up."
Zhang Lingfeng didn't seem surprised and waved his hand to let the guard go down.
"Human thinking cannot transcend one's own cognition..."
At this time, Yu Jing gave up and shook his head:
"Even if you can do two things at once, neither your chess skills nor your chess skills are beyond your own knowledge. Playing chess with yourself is really boring..."
Zhang Lingfeng didn't say anything. No one in Long Yuandao was willing to play chess with him.
"Canghai, Yuan Fei, in a short period of time, two of the nine grandmasters in Longyuan City have been eliminated. Counting the two injured by the princess, it seems that there is not much power that the prince can use now."
Yu Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, not concealing his purpose at all:
"Yu is a little curious, what does the prince have to rely on to be so calm..."
"The mountain people know what I can rely on. Why don't Mr. Yu ask your teacher?"
"Haha~"
Yu Jing said no more and stood up to say goodbye.
Zhang Lingfeng did not get up to see him off, but just watched him leave, his expression gradually becoming grim.
"Your Majesty, who is he here for?"
From the shadows, an old man with wild hair and a snake staff walked out slowly, with fear and solemnity on his old face.
"Of course they are afraid that I will do something 'treasonous and unethical'. Confucian people have always behaved this way..."
Zhang Lingfeng's face was expressionless.
"Your Majesty, you should be careful about these two masters and apprentices. Although they have always kept a low profile, in recent years, almost all the Confucian scholars in the city are their disciples, and they are very powerful."
The old man with the snake staff warned.
"No need to say more, Mr. Feng, I understand."
Zhang Lingfeng didn't want to say more and slowly closed his eyes.
Buzz~
A faint light appeared in the eyes that only he could see. It was an ancient and mottled yellow scroll with dense fonts on it.
His eyes swept over and landed on the two lines of red text.
"Canghai, Yuan Fei."
As he thought silently in his mind, the four red fonts suddenly grew in size, and finally turned into two red torrents and submerged into his body.
The subtle details that no one can see, the red light spreading in strands, changing his muscles and essence from the most fundamental point.
"It's not enough."
He muttered slightly to himself and looked at the yellowed ancient scroll again.
Wherever he looked, each name shone with light.
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"I didn't see him meditating and taking elixirs, nor did I see him practicing martial arts, but within ten days, his transformation was astonishing..."
"Is it the Judge's Dao Fruit? Or..."
Walking slowly on the street, doubts flashed in Yu Jing's eyes.
Apart from his own teacher, this was the first time he encountered such an unpredictable situation in Longyuan City since he became aware of his nature.
Zhang Lingfeng's body seemed to be filled with mist, making it difficult for him to see clearly.
"Everything has its spiritual roots. Before the late emperor succeeded to the throne, anyone who recognized the Lord's path and fruition would not be destined to be a prince or prince."
In Wanxiang Mountain, in front of the creek, Wang Muzhi was sitting cross-legged on a big rock. Without waiting for Yu Jing to ask, he had already taken the initiative to speak.
"The conflict between heaven and man is also a Confucian taboo."
Yu nodded.
Throughout the past three thousand years, there have been many magical masters who have recognized their masters in Tao and Fruit, and there are also quite a few who have actually gone to the stage of ‘holding ceremonies’.
The Ming Dynasty inherited the heritage of all dynasties and naturally had extremely detailed records.
The five categories of Immortals, Buddhas, Gods, Demons, Demons, and Taos and Fruits have been passed down from ancient times, but during the four hundred years of the Ming Dynasty, after many studies, they were refined to an astonishing level.
In terms of the theory of gods, paths, and fruits, there are various refinements such as "gods of heaven, earth, ghosts and gods," etc., and the basis is not legends, but "rituals" recorded in history!
As Wang Muzhi said, because there were too many examples in the past, for more than 300 years before the Ming Dynasty, magical masters were extremely rejected. It was not until the late emperor succeeded to the throne that things improved.
If nothing else, it’s just that the Daoguo ‘ritual’ is too uncontrollable.
Seven hundred years ago, there was a leader of a small country who opened up 18 water veins in the country because of a Taoist fruit called "Mysterious Whale". Within ten days, millions of people drowned, shocking the world.
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"No one knows the principle of Tao Fruit's recognition of the master for so many years, but it must be that the master of magical powers has some aspect that matches the characteristics of Tao Fruit."
Wang Muzhi said calmly:
"There are historical records that all masters of magical powers are in line with the Tao and Fruit. Maybe they are born with them, or they may be subject to subsequent changes. In the end, it is inevitable."
"Tao fruit is born and controlled by human power, but there will eventually be cholera and disaster."
"As the teacher said, if Zhang Lingfeng recognizes Daoguo as his master, he will inevitably become like Xue Dilong's 'criticism'?"
Yu Jing frowned.
As he said, he believes in fate, but never accepts it. He has a natural aversion to such things that determine people's fate with one word.
As I thought about it in my mind, the life story of Prince Long Yuan emerged.
He was recognized by Daoguo as his master when he was born, which caused a great sensation at that time. Xue Dilong's criticism at the Hundred Days Banquet was also talked about for a long time.
But who is the old King Longyuan?
That was the Shura who truly crawled out from the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses. He was an unparalleled general who, with his Azure Dragon Yanyue Sword, instantly killed two great masters of the Great Li Army and escaped unharmed among the thousands of troops.
How can such a person believe in fate?
In fact, after the Hundred Days Banquet, Xue Dilong was almost killed by him outside Longyuan City. To this day, the relationship between Qin Tianjian and King Longyuan's lineage is extremely bad.
When he was young, his father was kind and his son was filial in the palace. Until he was eight years old, a servant who had served him since childhood died inexplicably.
From that day on, Old King Long Yuan's attitude changed drastically. Not only did he confine him to his residence, he also refused anyone to have contact with him, and even left no one to serve him.
Thinking again about the old prince's only request before he fell into coma was to kill his son.
Maybe this is what you noticed?
"Everything you gain must be lacking."
Not knowing what he thought of, Wang Muzhi smiled:
"You want to be a monk, but you don't want to abide by the strict rules and precepts. If you like it, the Buddha won't either."
"That's true"
Yu Jing couldn't help but laugh, but couldn't help asking the old question:
"That being the case, why did the teacher choose him? According to the classics, ghosts and gods are as ferocious as demons. They can overthrow a state at worst, or cause cholera in the world..."
"Who else can I choose besides him?"
Hearing this, Wang Muzhi looked dull:
"You always think that there are many choices for becoming a teacher. In fact, there are no choices, and there is not much time..."
Yu Jing frowned.
"Grandmaster, it sounds great, but in fact, it doesn't mean anything when he is in the world."
Wang Muzhi stretched out his palm, and the electric light flashed on it, sometimes like air, sometimes turning into water:
"Yin and yang become the killer's hand. It cannot bring peace to the world, nor can it save the people. In fact, it cannot even produce a grain of grain..."
"Wei Zhengxian is so arrogant and arrogant, but he can't support more than 100,000 Qingzhou soldiers. What if it were you and me?"
The scene is silent.
"Many years ago, I followed my teacher's lead and looked forward to rectifying Yunzhou and looking forward to the world. I wanted to learn from the ancestors to bring peace to the world and restore the prosperous age..."
Looking at the dense thunder water in his palm, Wang Muzhi was a little lost:
"But later on, I gradually realized that the teacher's approach would not work. His success or failure can only be determined by four words..."
Yu Jing spoke:
"Jane is in the emperor's heart."
"That's right! Simplicity is in the emperor's heart. We, the Confucian scholars, have had many theories in the past three thousand years. In fact, we have never changed from our original teachings. In the end, we just want to "obtain the king and practice the Tao". We long for a sage and wise king to display our ambitions and ideas.
I used to think so too, but later, after my teacher's ideas about governing the country were refuted and shelved, and he was demoted again and again, I became a little confused..."
"But over the years since I was banned from Long Yuan by my teacher, I gradually figured it out."
Wang Muzhi's expression became more and more indifferent, and the words he spoke were almost treasonous to the ears of any Confucian scholar:
"Sages cannot be trusted, sages cannot be trusted, and emperors cannot be trusted either."