Prime Minister Bigan returned without success. When King Zhou learned about it, his eyes darkened. Even though he was displeased, he understood in his heart that he was just a human emperor and could not be an immortal.
"In that case, let's give up. I'm tired and the emperor will make this trip."
"This is what I should do."
King Zhou nodded slightly, stepped down from his high position, and stood with Prime Minister Bigan, "According to the emperor's opinion, what kind of person is Mr. Shaoyang?"
"Shaoyang Jun's hair is like a flowing spring, his eyes are as bright as stars, his grace is stunning, and his noble aura is natural."
In just a few words, Donghua's elegance was expressed, and King Zhou longed for it.
"When we first met, it was a pity that we didn't get to chat more."
But Prime Minister Bigan said: "Having only met Mr. Shaoyang once, it is not difficult to see that his character is very strong. He must have experienced many things. He is not a simple god. Unlike Jiang Ziya and Wen Zhong, this Mr. Shaoyang seems to He is born with a precious life, a noble spirit, and his words are endless.”
"The emperor's uncle said this, Gu became more and more curious." King Zhou looked outside the imperial city, "Uncle Huang, do you think it would be possible for Gu to go out of the city to visit?"
"The king is the emperor of the world, there is no need to be like this."
"But I want to go alone." King Zhou was yearning for it. As an immortal, he had seen Brother Wen Zhong's ability to conquer and fight; he had seen Jiang Ziya's elegance and good counsel. He first saw Donghua's purple clothes and white hair. Now he looks back Only then did I realize that he was more like an emperor.
Standing high and overlooking everything, standing in front of him makes you feel the urge to surrender.
Prime Minister Bigan thought about it and said: "If your Majesty really wants to go, it's not impossible, but you have to hand in a greeting invitation. Mr. Shaoyang is not like an ordinary person in the world, and you can't judge it based on the etiquette and customs of the world, but ours The etiquette must be in place, and you should be polite and not cross the line when treating Mr. Shaoyang, maybe we can meet him."
"You are right, then let the emperor arrange it." King Zhou thought more, and if that was the case, he persisted; maybe he could invite the Shaoyang Lord.
It all depends on human effort.
He was not willing to give up easily.
Prime Minister Bigan received the order, and when he returned home that day, he personally drew up a greeting card and sent it to Jiang Mansion.
At this time, Jiang Ziya returned to the house, and happened to hear the concierge's reply, and received a greeting card from Prime Minister Bi Gan's servants. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, why can't these people live in peace, his nephew is so easy to get along with? Yes?
If you can't figure out every situation, come and inquire.
However, when he opened the invitation card, he saw the name of King Zhou on it. He could not pretend that he could not see it, so he could only take the invitation card and went to see Donghua.
"Nephew, come and see, King Zhou actually wants to pay homage to you."
Donghua didn't care about him, so he took the greeting card, opened it, looked at it, and threw it away coldly, "Come here, it's not like I haven't seen him before."
Jiang Ziya couldn't see any of the information he wanted from Donghua, who was silent. He sighed, sat next to him and took a look at the book in his hand; it turned out to be a Buddhist book. He only glanced at it and looked away, minding his own business. Pour some tea and drink.
"Nephew, Prime Minister Bigan came to visit you today?"
"Don't you already know?" he asked.
Jiang Ziya's expression remained calm, as if he was not the one being talked about, "What's the purpose of him coming to you?"
"Don't you know?"
Yes, this is very Donghua.
He didn't ask anything, and said frustratedly: "The king said he wanted to invite you to join the court, but I refused. I only guessed that King Zhou would not give up easily according to his temperament, but I didn't expect that he would invite Prime Minister Bigan."
"Prime Minister Bi Gan has a delicate heart, is upright, and is considerate in everything he does. He probably thinks that he can come forward to fix you. If you can enter the court, King Zhou's worries will be gone."
"Not really." Donghua exposed it directly, "As an emperor, while having great talents and strategies, suspicion is also indispensable. Even if I enter the court, King Zhou will not really rest assured that there are gods in the court, and they are A god with high cultivation and high status, do you think King Zhou can sleep peacefully?"
Although the former co-lord of heaven and earth never worried about these things, when he was going through the tribulation, as a mortal emperor, he had these thoughts; therefore, he felt the same way.
As an emperor, the whole world is king's land, how can he let others endanger his position?
Jiang Ziya was speechless. He had never been an emperor, only a minister.
"Donghua, do you want to join the imperial court?"
"What are you doing in the imperial court? Do you want to work hard, have a small salary, listen to others' orders, wake up earlier than a chicken, and go to bed later than a dog?"
Jiang Ziya was speechless, he couldn't speak; if he spoke anymore, he would be retaliated again, so he silently took the tea and left. He couldn't afford to offend him, so he couldn't afford to hide!
After Donghua watched the people leave, he waved a magic power and the courtyard door suddenly closed without moving in the wind.
Jiang Ziya looked back at the closed courtyard door, shook his head and laughed; Jiejiao is really a magical place, the monks have different personalities, and the personalities of Wen Zhong, Yu Yuan and others he has met are all different, and Donghua is like this today.
Also, the same is true for the little senior sister. Even though she is gentle, easy to talk to, and has a heart for the common people, he knows that if she really takes action, the little senior sister will definitely be extremely fierce.
As has been said in ancient times, just after being promoted to a quasi-sage, you can beat the Ancestor Styx; that is a quasi-sage, and no one knows how much he has.
That’s not right, the young senior sister should know the background of the ancestor of Styx; after all, she has seen and fought before! Being able to suppress people and beat him means that the ancestor of Styx is at the end of his rope.
Donghua!
I have never seen him fighting, but I know that they should be of the same origin.
Donghua, who is of the same lineage, is reading the slips while holding the book, and has no time to pay attention to external things. Although he no longer needs to cultivate himself with Buddhist theories in recent years, the habit he has developed over the years also makes him read some Buddhist books.
The next evening.
At the end of the day, King Zhou, accompanied by Prime Minister Bigan, came to the Jiang Mansion. They came incognito, without a chariot, but no one recognized King Zhou.
When the concierge saw Prime Minister Bigan, he seemed to know him well.
"Prime Minister Bigan."
"Brother, we are here to visit the distinguished guests in your house. Please let us know."
"There is no need to pass the message. The master said that if the Prime Minister comes, just go in." The concierge stepped aside and bowed to greet him. "The Prime Minister came to the house yesterday, so just go in. The distinguished guest has been waiting in the courtyard for a long time. .”
Waiting for a long time is a nice thing to say, people are quite free every day.
"Thank you." Prime Minister Bi Gan thanked him briefly, and then invited King Zhou to enter the palace with him. He found the courtyard where Donghua was located. The courtyard door was wide open, and the purpose of entering was the neatly displayed and orderly house. Prime Minister Bi Gan took Zhou with him. When Wang entered the yard, he saw Donghua lying on his back under the tree with his eyes closed and meditating.
Today, he is wearing white clothes with gold trim, the same color as his hair, which makes him even more ethereal and fairy-like.
"Master Shaoyang, you are polite." Prime Minister Bi Gan bowed.
King Zhou did not move.
Donghua opened his eyes and glanced at them, raised his hand, and tapped the table with his fingertips, "Donghua is casual, you can do whatever you want."
After recognizing King Zhou, he did not intend to greet him; there was no need to greet him, and he did not need to cater to anyone except a few saints and the elders of the master's generation.
This is the confidence.
