"The poor monk has just received the news that Marquis Wu'an ignored the law and massacred all the monks in Guangming Temple for his own personal grudge. Please forgive Marquis Wu'an."
The news of Miaojue's request for help and the news of the destruction of Guangming Temple and Guangming Temple reached his ears almost one after another. He didn't even have time to see Xiao Jing, the governor of the Tianxun Division!
Chen Yuan is the divine envoy of the Tianxuan Division, the governor of the three southern states. He is very powerful, but no matter how powerful he is, he is still officially under the Xantian Division. Therefore, he originally wanted to use Xiao Jing's power to suppress Chen Yuan's murderous intention.
If Yaoxin dies, he will die. After all, he took the initiative to resolve the cause and effect, and he can't blame others. However, Guangming Temple is the strongest nail in Buddhism in the south now, so he can't let anything go wrong.
The great plan of Buddhist missionary work in the Central Plains has not yet been fully launched, and Guangming Temple must be preserved.
However, he had just prepared to invite Xiao Jing. Before the other party arrived, he received the news that Guangming Temple had been destroyed. For a moment, even though he was already in a calm state of mind, he became a little angry.
Chen Yuan actually dared to massacre Guangming Temple!
He ignored the great plans of Buddhism.
The magic is so deep!
The emperor must be convicted.
Jingtai's eyes flashed when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he felt a little happy in his heart. He had long been dissatisfied with the growth of Buddhism, but there were so many people who relied on Buddhism, so he absolutely couldn't say anything openly. They can only sit back and watch Buddhism spread to the Central Plains and gradually encroach on the power of the world.
What Chen Yuan did was quite to his liking.
But with Samantabhadra in front of him, he couldn't say anything, so he had to pretend to be angry and asked in a solemn voice:
"Is this happening? Marquis Wu An is so bold!"
"Your Majesty, please convict me!"
Puxian Bodhisattva clasped his hands together and continued to speak in a deep voice.
Jingtai nodded and turned to Cao Zhengxian:
"Eunuch Cao, what kind of law has Marquis Wu An violated? He must be severely punished according to the law!"
Cao Zhengxian just happened to see Jingtai's eyes full of meaning. He sighed softly in his heart, straightened his face, and bowed:
"Your Majesty, I actually wanted to report this to you just now, but I was interrupted by the Imperial Preceptor."
"Oh? Then tell me about the process."
"Yes." Cao Zhengxian did not look at Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, but said softly:
"The cause of this incident was that Yaoxin Arhat, the host of Guangming Temple, claimed to settle his grudges with Marquis Wu'an, but he was defeated by Marquis Wu'an and was beheaded in front of Shuzhou City.
Later, Marquis Wu'an became furious and rebuked the monks of Guangming Temple for plotting to rebel, and attacked and killed the imperial officials. The temple harbored demons from Wu Sheng Cult and caused trouble, so he led his men to destroy Guangming Temple and massacre all the members of Guangming Temple. "
"Have you ever found any traces of the demons from Wusheng Cult?" Jingtai frowned and leaned forward slightly.
"We don't know yet. I'm afraid we won't know until the Shuzhou Sky Patrol Division reports to the headquarters in the future."
"Did Marquis Wu An break the law?"
"Well"
"If you have anything to say, just say it. The Imperial Master is here, don't hide it." Jingtai said in a solemn voice, as if he was speaking to Samantabhadra Bodhisattva.
"Not guilty."
Cao Zhengxian lowered his eyes and did not look at Puxian's face.
"Not guilty? How can he be innocent? How can he be innocent when Marquis Wu'an massacred Guangming Temple?"
Jingtai seemed a little surprised.
"Your Majesty, since the establishment of the Tianxun Division, the emperor has issued an imperial edict, beheaded first and reported later. The imperial authority has granted him the power to make decisions on an ad hoc basis.
Over the years, the Tianxun Division has acted in this way. The souls of those who were killed by the sword are unknown, and they have contributed a lot of tax revenue to the Tian Xun Division and the imperial court. "
"This happened." Jingtai sighed softly:
"It's my fault that the law is still not perfect enough. Take note of my instructions. In the near future, let the Tianxun Division be more cautious about exterminating families and not go too far."
Naturally, he was pretending to be seen by Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. He was a little disgusted with Chen Yuan, but he was also disgusted with Buddhism. In the past, the court had a lot of tolerance towards Buddhism, but in recent years it has become more and more excessive.
It can even incite people
Now that Chen Yuan, the evil dog, had taken a bite of the flesh from the Buddha's body for him, he felt relieved, but Samantabhadra represented Lingshan, so naturally he couldn't express it.
"Yes, I obey the order."
"Your Majesty, is this the end of the matter? Can the nearly a thousand lives of Guangming Temple just be asked to be investigated by the Tiantian Division?" Puxian Bodhisattva frowned.
Jingtai looked at the other party's expression, his face expressionless, a coldness flashed in his eyes, and then it turned into agreement:
"There is some truth in what the Imperial Master said. If that's the case, then I will fine Marquis Wu An half a year's salary as punishment. It's a pity. If Marquis Wu An violates the laws of the court, I will definitely reduce his title."
Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's eyes were cold, and he looked at Jingtai for a breath, then clasped his hands together and said:
"Your Majesty knows right from wrong, and the poor monk admires it. There are still important things to do in Xiaoleiyin Temple, so the poor monk will leave first."
After saying that, Pu Xian turned around and left without stopping for a moment.
He represents the majestic Lingshan Mountain, the holy land of Buddhism. He usually has no problem with respecting the emperor, but now that Guangming Temple has been destroyed, it is just a light penalty.
It can already be seen that the Sima family's tolerance for Buddhism is about to reach its limit.
That being the case, there's nothing more to say.
"Master, walk slowly."
Jingtai said lightly.
After a while, when Pu Xian was farther away, Cao Zhengxian asked in a low voice:
"Your Majesty, do you really want to fine Marquis Wu'an half a year's salary?"
"I've been in Shuzhou for so long, but I haven't found the murderer of Lu Renjia, and he has done such a big thing. Naturally, he needs to be punished. However, this son killed a god-refining thief in Liangshan for me, so he should be punished as well. To receive the reward, the half of the proceeds from the extermination of Guangming Temple’s clan will be given to the headquarters, and he will be rewarded.”
The way of an emperor is to give both kindness and power.
Chen Yuan is unruly and must be suppressed at all times, but not too hard. He must do it step by step until it completely enters the palm of his hand.
"Old minister, I obey."
"Just now you came in in a hurry just to talk about the destruction of Guangming Temple?" Jingtai suddenly asked.
Cao Zhengxian shook his head, with a solemn look on his face:
"This matter is just a small matter. What I want to report to His Majesty is a big matter."
"What's the matter?"
"Wu Tianxi, the divine envoy of the Tianxun Division, sent a secret message to the headquarters of the Tianxun Division, and Governor Xiao sent it to the old minister, saying that there was a severe drought in many places in Youzhou and that a plague was spreading at an extremely fast speed. According to statistics, so far, The number of casualties exceeds 10,000."
Jingtai's pupils shrank and he punched the chopping board:
"Who spread the plague!"
Once the word 'according to statistics' comes out, the real situation must be even worse. I am afraid that the number of casualties is far more than 10,000. The officials there must be suppressing the real number.
"It's not known yet. The only ones who can be suspicious are the barbarians in the north."
"These bastards, Youzhou is adjacent to the grassland. Don't they know that once the plague spreads, the casualties in the grassland will be more serious?" Jingtai only feels that everything is not going well recently.
The things he had prepared before were being delayed again and again, and things happened one after another, which even made him feel angry.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. The top priority now is to allocate funds to fight the drought, treat the people, and prevent the spread of the plague to Liangzhou and Bingzhou."
"The silver Yuan Jing from the national treasury and inner treasury has been almost exhausted."
Jingtai frowned.
Cao Zhengxian raised his head and was stunned. It was normal for the treasury to be empty. After all, the Jin Dynasty had been unstable in various places in recent years, and it had to maintain an army of more than one million to guard against the barbarians and the monsters in the south.
But apart from the royal palace expenses and the construction of mausoleums, there were very few expenses in the inner treasury. He remembered that when Jingtai first ascended the throne, there were countless gold, silver and crystals in it.
How could it be consumed so quickly?
But he didn't ask, because as someone close to Jingtai, he vaguely understood that the emperor seemed to have a powerful force in the world.
He must be planning some big plan.
"Your Majesty, please summon the clan elders to open the secret realm of the royal family and use the imperial court's knowledge to deal with the sudden disaster in Youzhou. The veteran feels that someone is deliberately causing trouble in the thirteen states of Jin Dynasty, so we must take precautions."
Jingtai thought for a moment and let out a sigh of relief:
"The royal family's heritage cannot be touched. This matter concerns the country."
The world belongs to their Sima family. If there are not enough resources and the Sima family's strength cannot keep up, what can they do to secure the world?
“Is it possible to let Youzhou fend for itself?”
Cao Zhengxian felt a chill running down his spine, and even a trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes.
The people are the foundation of the country. Sometimes if one piece of damage is damaged, it may spread to more places.
Jingtai closed his eyes and exhaled a breath:
"Pass on my decree, increase the tax from Qing, Shu, Yun and Nanzhou, and then stop at my imperial mausoleum to first stop the spread of the plague in Youzhou. Those infected with the epidemic will not be treated, but will be burned and buried on the spot."
"Your Majesty, the taxes in the southern states are already high enough, plus..." Cao Zhengxian seemed to have seen that the people below were forced into a desperate situation and raised the flag to rebel.
"As long as those Jianghu forces and aristocratic families don't get involved, the common people will just make a fuss, and nothing big will happen."
"Your Majesty, this."
"What better way do you have?"
"Honorable ones from the capital." Cao Zhengxian raised his hand, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
Compared with the mud-legged people below, the nobles in the capital are the real wealth. If you copy a few more, they can almost cover the money and food needed for Youzhou's disaster relief this time.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Jingtai scolded.
The Sima family's dominance depends on the nobles in the capital and Jianghu forces joining forces. If this matter is dealt with by them, it is likely to cause a chain reaction.
He must not move until he is ready.
"Old minister, I made a mistake."
Cao Zhengxian sighed softly.
Jingtai looked forward, a little melancholy, and said lightly:
"Let the people suffer a little longer"
"Old minister, I obey."
Jingtai thought for a moment and waved his hand: "Let someone go to the imperial kitchen to prepare some spiritual porridge for me. I'm hungry."
"I'm hungry too."
In the Chunhua Palace, Concubine Yang, who was dressed in a brocade robe, was leaning on the desk. The entire hall was empty, and all the maids were dismissed by him to prevent others from disturbing her.
The deep palace is quiet, and it becomes more so in the dead of night. It would be okay if she had never seen the light, but she had seen the light not long ago and had eaten her fill many times.
I also learned the true meaning of being full and hungry from that guy’s mouth.
There was a bottle of wine in Yang Guifei's hand, and she took a sip from time to time. She thought that she had endured so many years of loneliness, and even if she could endure it for another year, it would not be a big deal.
Can.
Since Chen Yuan left, she has been living her whole life, as if there are ants biting her heart, causing her to suffer the pain of loneliness in the middle of the night again and again.
I would rather be the object in Yuan Lang's palm than be the imperial concubine.
This is a true portrayal of Concubine Yang's mood at the moment. She is really a little tired of the same life in the palace, and she always wants to change her clothes and leave the palace late at night.
It's a pity that there is no one in the Hou Mansion.
With a long sigh, Concubine Yang drank the spirit wine in the cup, recalling the delicious sea cucumber soup, and murmured in a low voice:
"When can I eat enough again?"
“I’m full, I’m full, I’m really full.”
Tangshan Mansion, inside Xantian Hall.
Mrs. Xu was half-lying in front of the table. The welding smoke was making her unable to relax. She said that she was completely full and could not eat anymore.
Regardless of whether it was delicacies from mountains and seas or delicacies made from fairy wine, she didn't want to use her chopsticks now.
"Honger, your sister Xu is full. Do you want to try something?" Chen Yuan picked up a bowl of milky white crucian carp soup and sat in front of Shangguan Hong.
I hope she also gets a taste of cooking.
But after seeing Mrs. Xu smoking and drinking soup, how could Shangguan Hong accept it? She quickly waved her hand and refused, looking at Chen Yuan with a look of horror.
Why are you so good at cooking!
Is this the terror of body-refining warriors?
I don’t feel tired at all when cooking.
"No, we're not married yet, no, no." Shangguan Hong pushed Chen Yuan away with a red face. After that, he didn't dare to stay, changed into a new set of clothes, and quickly ran out of the hall.
"You scared Sister Shangguan." Looking at Shangguan Hong's hasty escape, Madam Xu laughed out loud and gave Chen Yuan an angry look.
She felt that Chen Yuan's nickname should not be called Demon Sword, but should be called Wheel-turning Demon.
"Sooner or later, you have to get used to the customs of our Chen family." Chen Yuan exhaled and chuckled. Before he was about to swallow Qilin's blood, Chen Yuan decided to relax completely again.
Use your best attitude to face the fire unicorn, a strange beast in the world.
"Are you here this time just to send Sister Shangguan over?" Mrs. Xu raised her head and glanced at the extraordinary and handsome Chen Yuan, her eyes full of admiration.
"Of course not. I have important things to do when I come to Tangshan this time."
"Can I know?"
"It's about practice." Chen Yuan replied.
Seeing that Chen Yuan didn't say much, Mrs. Xu was sensible and didn't ask any more questions. She just told her about some recent affairs and the young apprentice that Chen Yuan had accepted.
Since being placed in Tangshan by Chen Yuan, she has been practicing hard with the Yueshan people, and her cultivation level has also improved a lot. She often visits her with some gifts.
She is known as the master's wife.
Mrs. Xu saw that he was pitiful, so she did not deny it. Instead, she gave him a lot of practice resources and guidance.
"That guy's qualifications are pretty good, and he might achieve great things in the future." Chen Yuan couldn't help but chuckle as he thought about the little stone he met in Changshan Mansion.
The boy hung out in the market, and he could also tell stories, but he often broke out of chapters. Yue Shan, who was enjoying listening to them, gave him a good beating, but he still couldn't change the boy's temperament.
"Then you should train him well and recruit a few more disciples. They might be of great use in the future."
"Time waits for no one, and there is not so much free time to waste on disciples." Chen Yuan slowly shook his head. Compared to external forces, he still believed in himself more.
"When will sister Yu Qingyan and Yan Shu arrive?"
"I don't know yet, I guess it won't take too long."
"What is your relationship with sister Yu Qingyan?"
Thinking of Chen Yuan's reluctance to say anything before, Mrs. Xu became more and more curious and wanted to find out the truth.
"The secrets inside are too big to be revealed. You will know it after a while," Chen Yuan replied.
"oh."
"Madam, please have a good rest, assume your current role as the Chen family's eldest wife, and take more care of Shangguan Hong." Chen Yuan reminded that today, after all, he did not let Shangguan Hong learn to smoke badly.
Just let her smell it and get used to it in advance.
"Leave now?"
Mrs. Xu was a little reluctant to give up.
"Younwen Township is the Tomb of Heroes. It's OK to stay here occasionally, but until the big things are done, I won't spend time on it, madam." Chen Yuan turned his head.
"Stop talking, I understand, go ahead."
Mrs. Xu forced a smile.
"If you endure it for a while longer, the day when the world will be peaceful will not be too far away."
"I trust you."
"Um."
Chen Yuan, who left Wenrou Township, didn't even bother to say hello to Guan Hong. As long as he swallowed Qilin's blood this time, it wouldn't take long.
On the way to Yukong, Chen Yuan woke up the sleeping Moro and asked him about the use of the ice marrow jade and how to prepare for it.
Devouring the blood of strange beasts, this is the second time besides drinking the blood of monster snakes in Tangshan.
The last time was completely different from this time.
One is just a monster beast in the Condensation Realm, whose spiritual intelligence has not yet been fully opened, and the other is a magical beast born and raised. The gap is too big.
The dangers are completely different.
According to Moro, the Fire Qilin is born sacred. From birth, its strength can match the true soul of the soul. When it grows to its peak, it becomes a peerless true king.
You don’t even need to practice deliberately.
But the lower limit is low, which also means the upper limit is low. At least as far as he knows, there seems to be no magical beast in the world that can break through the six realms without opening up its spiritual intelligence and similar to the fire unicorn.
Basically, I am stuck in the fifth realm my whole life.
It can be said that success is a bloodline and failure is a bloodline.
However, there is another miraculous thing about such mythical beasts, that is, their longevity is extremely long. Even immortals cannot compare with the longevity of such beasts.
Therefore, it is very difficult to swallow the fire unicorn.
If it hadn't been for the great formation of heaven and earth that destroyed the fire unicorn for more than two hundred years, even if Chen Yuan had the ice marrow jade, he would not have suggested that Chen Yuan take the risk. If he were not careful, he might burn himself to the divine fire.
Chen Yuan agrees with this point of view. After all, you must avoid doing things that are beyond your ability. However, he also knows that the greater the risk, the greater the reward!
As long as he doesn't die, even if the Fire Qilin is wasted for more than two hundred years, his strength will definitely make a qualitative leap!
Supernatural power! Refining God!
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