When the monk left the Taoist temple, he woke up when the cold wind blew up. A middle-aged monk came to help him get into the carriage. The monk sighed sadly, got into the carriage and sat down, and said, "Go to Taisun's Mansion."
The middle-aged monk shouted, and the bullock cart started moving. It entered the city along the official road and then walked through the streets. Only then did the monk feel that his vest was wet, and he felt cold.
"Just a little bit of magical golden light, but the murderous intent turned several times. It was so awe-inspiring that I was frightened."
"It seems that knowledgeable people from the Taoist sect are not easy to fool."
"Liu Zhan alone is not something to be afraid of, but we must find support before the Taoist consensus to survive this biggest crisis."
"Otherwise, the destruction of Brahma is right in front of us."
People with power and those without power have completely different ideas. When a Taoist sect with power faces a new competitor, its first reaction is to lay down a hundred thousand corpses.
Just as he was deep in thought, he had already arrived at Wanglufang, where Taisun's Mansion was located.
There is no need to ask where the Taisun's Mansion is. From a distance away, you can see the clouds gathering above the house in the distance. It's so precious that it must be the Taisun's Mansion.
The bullock cart stopped for a moment. The monk got out of the car and walked toward the mansion. He walked to the door. Since it was daytime, the door was open and guarded by guards. He was not afraid. He walked forward and clasped his hands together: "The poor monk heard this and came from Anzhou Temple. He wants to see His Highness the Grand Sun. Please let me know."
When the guard saw that the monk was quite young, he was dressed simply and cleanly, and his attitude was very polite, he nodded: "Wait here for a moment, I will go in and report."
The monk hurriedly thanked him.
The guard went in to report, and came out after a while: "Please come in."
The monk followed the guard to the study room. It was the first time the sun was shining. Although it was not spring yet, he walked along the wooden planks of the corridor. Gardens were full of flowers on the left and right, and there were flower fences along the way. There were guards standing upright everywhere, standing motionless. They were much more majestic and solemn than before. .
"It is indeed a human dragon spirit."
Leading to the small hall outside the study, a female official came out and spoke: "My grandson is still giving instructions. Please wait a moment and serve tea."
The monk had no choice but to sit down. He saw that the bookshelves inside were well-proportioned and full of books. There were palace maids standing in the corridors and corridors. They all walked lightly and did not squint. Especially this female official, whose sword energy was deeply hidden and her murderous intention was hidden, was unexpectedly rare. Master.
"Is it Luo Jiang?" The monk also knew some basic information. He was thinking about it when he heard a soft voice. When he looked away, he saw that Su Ziji inside had finished writing instructions and walked out. He looked away after just one glance. , bowed respectfully: "The poor monk heard that he was here to pay homage to his grandson."
Su Ziji smiled: "In the past, when King Xin visited the temple, the monks did not worship him. King Xin asked him, and the monk said that monks do not worship human kings. Why are you so respectful?"
This question was asked lightly, but the monk broke into a thin sweat. This is a historical allusion. As a result, King Xin was furious and killed forty-one monks in the temple and hung their heads on the wall.
Then he said: "When you become a monk, you are seeking the Brahma Dharma with your heart, but while you are still in the world, how can you be disrespectful to kings and unfilial to your parents?"
This was said beautifully, and Su Ziji softened his expression: "Wen Ru from Anzhou Temple? Get up!"
Anzhou Temple is not close to the capital, at least a thousand miles away. Could it be that I came here in a hurry just to debate mysteries?
I've never heard of this name before, but that's not surprising.
When I came to this world, I was desperately trying to survive, and I really had no energy left. My understanding of the two branches of Brahma actually revolved more around the people I had come into contact with.
People who don't know or have contact with him really don't know much, but if they come here for the sake of debate, their status should be quite high.
Despite this, Su Ziji still looked calm.
If it hadn't been for what he had done before Bian Xuan, Su Ziji would have been willing to get close to one of the leaders of the Brahma Tao. However, because of the matter of Bian Xuan, his attitude seemed very cold. He only raised his eyes lightly and said, "You , but are you here to argue?"
This is not even polite, just straight to the point and making things clear.
The monk who came in put his hands together and saluted again, and said, "Your Highness, this poor monk is indeed here for the debate between my master and my nephew."
"Nephew..." Su Ziji nodded and said: "So he is your nephew. Speaking of which, Gu Dui Xuan has always been good at arguing. He has also extended a helping hand in the past, but he has unpredictable intentions. Use the magic of witchcraft and nightmare suppression to attack the orphan."
"This is a crime of treason, and everyone should be executed. Wen Ru, are you here to intercede on his behalf?"
The monk sighed and did not explain that he was helping his grandson. He took off the cloth bag on his back and took out something wrapped in yellow cloth. It looked like a book. He held it in both hands and said, "I don't dare to protest." , I only ask for mercy from my great grandson, and I am willing to dedicate this sutra to His Highness to redeem myself in case anything happens."
"In case of any eventuality?"
Su Ziji thought about what the monk would say to save Bian Xuanhui, but he did not expect that he would behave like this. He had to say that he was satisfied. The anger in his heart had dissipated a little because of the monk's attitude.
If you plead guilty, you can only plead guilty.
The wild Taoist was standing nearby, and naturally he would not let Su Ziji pick it up. He took the yellow cloth bag, opened it, took a look at it, and then carried it to Su Ziji.
"Is this the Brahma Sutra?" Su Ziji gently touched the cover of the book with his fingers, then turned it over, and the color changed slightly.
The monk kept lowering his eyes, neither looking directly at his grandson's face nor observing his reaction when he saw the Brahma Sutra, until he heard a voice coming from above: "Mr. Lu, please take him over there to see us. Debate."
The wild Taoist immediately responded: "Yes."
But he knew in his heart that the Brahma Sutra sent by the monk might reach the lord's heart, otherwise, the lord's attitude would not soften.
However, just as he was about to go out, he heard the lord say: "That's it, let's go together."
The lord actually wants to follow?
The wild Taoist even saw his lord wrap up the thin Brahma Sutra, put it in his arms, and then stood up. Although he didn't understand in his heart, and couldn't help but glance at the standing monk with his eyes lowered, the wild Taoist didn't either. He asked, leading the two of them forward.
When they arrived at the private prison, the guards greeted them one after another. Su Ziji stood up and asked, "Bianxuan has been in there the whole time and didn't say anything?"
"Your Highness, Bianxuan has been inside all this time, just chanting sutras and not even eating much." Wu Commander Qin Min replied.
Su Ziji was not surprised by this. The last time he asked, it was said that he had the will to die. He was already dead, so he didn't want there to be any changes today. He looked at Wen Ru and said, "Bianxuan is right there. You can go in by yourself." .”
I had no intention of going in.
The guard opened the door and Wen Ru saluted Su Ziji before turning around and leaving. As soon as the door opened, Benxuan sitting on the futon was revealed.
Compared with last time, he was a little thinner. He was wearing an eye patch and his intact eyes were slightly drooped. He was chanting like an Arhat, as if everything in the outside world would not affect him in the slightest.
"Although I encountered disaster, I let go of all the fate and made progress!" Wen Ru took one look at it and felt as if he had gained something. He couldn't help but be slightly surprised: "I know, there is another Arhat!"
(End of chapter)
