Imperial Master Yuanyi did not have any intention of asking, including the scene in the Wulu Temple in the mist. He just smiled at Zhao Zhengli and the Bi sisters, expressing friendship, and then turned his old eyes towards the direction of the Wulu Temple in the mist. The people in the world paid no attention to the scrutinizing glances they cast.
Zhao Zhengli couldn't help but asked in confusion: "National Master, why didn't you go inside to look for the Wulu Temple? When you came out of the trail, you met several waves of people who were still walking in. Aren't you afraid that they would accidentally run into the temple?"
Imperial Master Yuanyi shook his wide-sleeved monk's robe, as if shaking off dust, but also like a habit. Then he turned his head and glanced at the fair and handsome Zhao Zhengli. His thoughts suddenly recalled the past. He just took a few breaths and regained his composure. He said calmly: "You haven't even entered at your level. Is there a monk below the Grand Master who is more perverted than you?"
Zhao Zhengli was speechless. On the surface, he was praising him, but in fact, he was mocking him for not using his brain.
The old monk added: "According to records, the Wulu Temple has been in existence for nine days. The fog is still shallow in the first three days, the fog is the strongest in the middle three days, and gradually dissipates in the last three days. Judging from the current situation, the best opportunities in the first three days have been missed. , it is currently in the middle stage. At this stage, even if the Grand Master breaks in, there is no guarantee that he will successfully enter the temple. Everyone is waiting for the fog to gradually dissipate in the next three days. However, when the fog completely dissipates, the Black Heron Temple will also disappear, so The best time is limited to a maximum of two days.”
Imperial Master Yuanyi paused and said: "Without knowledge; blindly breaking in without permission will be in vain."
It was an indirect answer to Zhao Zhengli's question.
Zhao Zhengli asked in confusion: "Thirty-nine days are so short. What if we encounter a great opportunity in the temple and miss it?"
The old monk was not surprised by his question, because almost everyone had been curious about it, including himself. He looked at the direction of the temple in the misty mountain forest and said leisurely: "There is no exact record, or he was taken into another layer of void and trapped for a while. Or it will disintegrate and disappear along with the temple."
"Is there any precedent?"
The old monk rolled his eyes at him mercilessly: "Who dares to try?"
Zhao Zhengli consciously said no more.
The bitter monk Mingwu spoke very little and stood quietly behind the old monk with his "wooden Zen staff" forged from tungsten steel meteorite. Zhao Zhengli looked at him without any reaction. He was still wondering about the three saints in the temple years ago. In the final duel, even Fang Na, who joined forces with Confucian Academy, was no match for him. Don't accept it, this guy has real abilities, accept it, but you feel uncomfortable at the same time.
Mingwu really wanted to fight him alone again, but he was afraid that he wouldn't win and would be humiliated by the other party. Despite his handsome appearance, this guy was well-known as a ruthless character in the world, otherwise how could he be called a "human devil" "Madman", Monk Mingwu was so proud of his face that he didn't know how to face the victor in front of him, so he simply ignored him.
Zhao Zhengli didn't understand what the monk was thinking. He thought that the monk was aloof and arrogant, so he turned his mouth and turned away.
Where there are many people, there are rivers and lakes, not to mention hundreds of rivers and lakes from all over the world gathered together. Now there is still time before the fog in Wulu Temple subsides. People from rivers and lakes from all over the world gather together. Of course, there are friends and family gathering to talk freely, and there are also enemies. The jealousy of meeting each other.
The old woman from Nanzhao and the Tubo people peeked at Zhao Zhengli dozens of times. If Imperial Master Yuan Yi hadn't been present, they would have taken action long ago.
In the end, it was the monk with Mediterranean hair from Xixia who took a few steps closer to Imperial Master Yuanyi. He performed a Buddhist salute and said, "I heard that Taoist Zhao from Qingguo has a transcendent realm. I would like to learn from each other, but I don't know if it's possible?"
The old monk looked at the middle-aged Xixia Imperial Master and smiled shamelessly: "How about I fight with you first?"
"this……"
The bald middle-aged man in Xixia who claimed to be a national master paused. The opponent was in the realm of a grand master. He was barely at the peak of a grand master, and he was even half a step ahead of the master. How could he be his opponent?
The old monk didn't wait for his answer, pointed at Zhao Zhengli and said to himself: "You are more than one round older than him, and old monk, I am also more than one round older than you. If you look for him, the old monk looks for you, isn't it the same?"
"This..." Xixia Guoshi paused, but he didn't expect him to compare his age.
Behind Zhao Zhengli, the Bi sisters covered their mouths and smiled, discovering for the first time that the old monk was naughty and playful.
Seeing this, Imperial Master Yuanyi pointed to the anxious Nanzhao old woman and Tubo Imperial Master in the distance: "If you are afraid of suffering a loss, you three can attack the old monk together!"
The old woman of Nanzhao and the master of Tubo were startled. They were named by the Grand Master. Everyone was worried. After all, they were not in the same rank. The methods of the Grand Master were unimaginable. Although they were only one word different from the Grand Master, they were worlds apart. Grand Master Although the realm can transform into shapes and images with true energy, its methods are ultimately inseparable from the blessing of true energy and weapons. The Grandmaster realm is almost in harmony with heaven and earth, vaguely touching the truth of "Tao", and there is no need to fix weapons when fighting. A tree can kill someone, and a figure can move thousands of miles in an instant.
If you want to compare a grandmaster with a great grandmaster, one is like a toddler, while the other is already an expert at climbing up hills and jumping up and down.
Even if you have more master realms, how can you challenge the great master?
When the atmosphere was at a stalemate, an old and deep voice came from the end of the northern sky.
"Old bald donkey, your hands are itchy after not fighting for a long time, right? How about you let me talk to you for a while?" As soon as he finished speaking, a long rainbow streaked across the sky from the north and came quickly.
"It's so boring for you two to fight, and the other one is a poor monk!" Another rainbow came from the west.
Imperial Master Yuanyi, who was originally calm, couldn't help being shocked and cursed: "Your uncle and grandma have nothing to do, are these two still alive?"
Except for a few powerful masters, the rest of the people only felt their eyes blurred, and then two people appeared out of thin air, a burly old man with a goatee in Khitan clothing, and an old man with a completely bald head and only a dozen or so white hair around him to support the scene. , the clothes look like Xixia people.
Sure enough, the first time the two men appeared, the three Khitan commanders spotted the old man with the goatee and rushed over. When they approached, they respectfully shouted, "Great Master!"
The old man with the goatee was about seventy years old, and his physique was still strong and burly. Except for the white hair and beard, he did not show any signs of aging. He simply waved his hand to indicate that there was no need to salute, and then glanced at Imperial Master Yuanyi; Throwing in the direction of Wulu Temple, who has the most say in Wulu Temple, he deserves it, because he personally suffered the fate sixty years ago.
This person is none other than the Khitan’s greatest national master today, “Yelü Xiao!”
According to "Zhishi Tongjian", the name Yelvxiao was given by the previous Khitan Northern Khan. He had a mixed surname when he was a shepherd boy and even before he became famous. In recognition of his meritorious service, Beihan gave him the royal surname "Yelü". The word "Xiao" means "tiger roaring in mountains and rivers".
The reality was just as Northern Khan wished. This great national master truly unified the north and south of Khitan like a tiger roaring across the mountains and rivers, overthrowing the hereditary Southern Khan and making Northern Khan the sole overlord of the grassland. This great national master with outstanding merits spent sixty years He also successfully served as the national counselor of the two dynasties, and quelled several grassland rebellions for the Yelu royal family, which continues to this day.
Another 80-year-old bald monk showed his old age, and a black wide-sleeved monk's robe wrapped his rickety body. The middle-aged bald man in Xixia who had earlier called himself "National Master" had to shout respectfully in front of him. "Great Emperor Master!"
In this way, everyone present also understood that these two old guys were the oldest antiques in the Khitan and Xixia countries respectively.
What was unexpected was that the Tubo Imperial Master and the three guardians also walked up to the Xixia Emperor Master and saluted him.
Imperial Master Yuanyi glanced disdainfully and revealed the secret: "They are just domestic slaves of two surnames. Seeing that Xixia gave him good treatment, he abandoned Tubo Songgan Zanpu and rushed to Xixia Palace!"
Any disturbance in the Grand Master realm cannot be hidden from the eyes. The rickety Grand Master in Xixia's black monk's robe sneered with a sullen face: "Oh? It's better to be a slave with two surnames than to help the tyrants and usurp the throne by killing the king in exchange for merit, right?"
Imperial Master Yuanyi did not expect that the other party would expose the old affairs of Qing Dynasty, and said slightly angrily: "That is what the people want. If it were a few years later, China would still be eaten up by jackals, tigers and leopards like you?"
The great master of Xixia Emperor waved his hand and wore a wide-sleeved black robe: "Don't say more, fight; or not to fight?"
"I really think the old monk is afraid of you two!"
Grandmaster Yuanyi took a step forward, and the aura around his body suddenly changed, and his shiny head shone with faint Buddha light, making the twelve ring scars extremely dazzling.
The Emperor's Master hunched over his body and winked at the Tubo, Xixia Imperial Master and others beside him, indicating that they could handle their own private matters. They understood immediately and looked at Zhao Zhengli with bright eyes.
The old woman from Nanzhao's surviving family even laughed shamelessly and laughed like a crow.
People from all over the world saw that the handsome young man with a beautiful face was the "source of trouble".
Zhao Zhengli drew out the Purple Yang Sword on his back as if facing a formidable enemy, and the Bi family sisters resolutely stood in front of him, regardless of their own peak level as young masters.
He himself was very moved, but outsiders were speechless. It was rumored that a notorious "human demon or lunatic" actually wanted a woman to protect him?
The battle was about to break out. The old master who was standing with the third Jiangnan literary circle stroked his beard and said: "The two foreign visitors seem to have forgotten where they are here?"
The old master is dressed in a Confucian scholar's robe, with long gray hair wrapped in a Confucian scarf, just like the old man who teaches in the school.
Mention his name Sun Yang; the name of Master Sun may not be well-known in the world, but it is well-known in the Jiangnan area of Qing Dynasty, because he is the leader of the Jiangnan aristocratic family group. In Jiangnan, whether in the world or in official career, mention His name, Sun Yang, and Mr. Sun are all highly respected, but A Ping is absolutely defeated!
His move was only an opportunity for the Jiangnan Scholar Group. At their level, they could tell who was Wolong Fengxia at a glance. The old master could clearly feel that the seventh Taoist of the Qingcheng Sect was not simple, and was inconvenient in private. Contact, but this kind of situation where countries are pursuing profit can help; it is an opportunity.
"Amitabha! I have long admired the name of the Confucian saint Sun Fuzi. Confucian scholarship and Buddhist scriptures have different approaches and similar approaches. The old monk would like to take this opportunity to discuss one or two things."
Before everyone could react, the abbot of Northern Shaolin, who was wearing an exquisite cassock, put his hands together and took a step. It seemed like a simple and extremely slow step, but in fact it was extremely fast. In just the blink of an eye, he appeared several meters away after taking this step.
Jiangnan Confucian sage Sun Yangming looked up at him, and hundreds of other people also looked at him. Regarding the sudden intervention of Northern Shaolin, people in Jianghu suddenly woke up. Just a few days ago, the demon Zhao Zhengli killed two people in the Yinshan Town Inn overnight. A master, he severely injured and cut off the arm of a monk named Xiao Jingyuan, and Xiao Jingyuan was the younger brother of Abbot Huicong of Northern Shaolin, so his thinking was clear.
However, at this juncture when all countries are chasing profits, they seem to be taking advantage of the situation. After all, foreign enemies should share the same hatred.
But the more chaotic they become, the more chaotic their family becomes.
"I, Chen Xiaoyao, don't have any luck in the world, I just came here to get millions of gold from Changle Hall!"
A middle-aged man, with a handsome and elegant sword in his arms, came over the crowd from above.
