Chang'an, Xuandu Temple.
A woman sat cross-legged on the futon. She was wearing a long goose-yellow dress with a slender waist and dark hair like clouds. She didn't have any gorgeous decorations, but she had an indescribable noble temperament.
Her face, as fair as jade, has a heroic spirit that is very rare among women.
Sandalwood curls up, and a lamp looks like a bean.
At this moment, the pair of paint-like eyes were silently looking at the painting hanging on the wall.
In the painting, there is a handsome man in green clothes and holding a sword, standing on the top of a mountain, quietly overlooking the mountains and rivers of the world.
His hair is tied up with a wooden hairpin, a treasure gourd hangs from his waist, and there is a red mark between his eyebrows. He has a cool and calm temperament, and is extremely handsome.
This painting was painted by the eldest princess of the Tang Dynasty. In the blank space next to it is an inscription personally written by Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty.
The wonderful way of Qianyuan, the dragon and the tiger subjugate the demons, the heavenly master!
"Master, it has been twelve years, where are you..."
Thinking back to the day we parted, when Master and Master ascended to the dragon, the scene is still vivid in my mind, but it was already twelve years ago.
In the past twelve years, she has never given up looking for her master and tried various secret techniques, but none of them worked.
Even her father gave up.
"Master, do you know that many changes have taken place in the Tang Dynasty over the years, some are good, some are bad..."
"Master, my father is old. He has become more and more fond of that Tianzhu monk. He only seeks immortality by refining elixirs..."
"Master, what should I do? Can you entrust your dream to your disciple?"
"Master, I miss you..."
In the quiet room, Princess Changle, who had been named Princess Youxian of Zhenguo, the leader of the second-generation Hidden Dragon of the Tang Dynasty, and was regarded by countless people as the patron saint of the Tang Dynasty, showed a rare hint of weakness.
In the years since the master left, she has also undergone earth-shaking changes. From the little girl who liked to hide behind the master, she has become a powerful Yangshen who can stand alone and be powerful.
The halo of being the true successor of the national master, the leader of the Hidden Dragon, the princess of the country, and the mysterious goddess of the Nine Heavens shrouded her body, attracting the attention of the world, but it also contained heavy pressure.
Only in the small courtyard where the master once lived, facing the portrait of the master, could she show a trace of weakness.
Beside her, a long green whip with flowing brilliance trembled slightly, as if it wanted to comfort its master.
Chang Le looked at the portrait and wanted to say something else, but his expression changed and the weakness on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by indifference and majesty.
His eyes were clear, his long hair was fluttering, and his body was filled with five-color fairy light. With a tap of his finger, the long green whip flew out like a dragon and stabbed the person approaching outside the door.
She had ordered that no one should disturb her during this period.
Those in power give both grace and power.
When Changle takes the position of leader, she must learn the art of controlling subordinates, otherwise she will only embarrass her master, let alone be able to protect her master's hard work.
"Your Highness, it's me."
A familiar voice sounded, and the long green whip stopped in front of the opponent's eyes, and then flew back to Chang Le.
"Uncle Yu, please come in."
Changle's eyes moved. Uncle Yu knew the rules best. If he came late at night, he must have something important to report.
A person entered the room. He was thin, wearing a Qingdi mask, and had a somewhat mysterious temperament.
Astonishingly, he is the most mysterious Qing Emperor among the Hidden Dragons, who is responsible for intelligence work. No one knows his identity except the national counselor Li Daoxuan and the emperor Li Shimin.
But now it seems that there is one more person who knows his identity.
Qingdi slowly took off his mask. It didn't match his mysterious temperament. Under the mask was a shrewd face with a mustache and sparkling eyes. He looked like a shopkeeper.
Yulong, originally a jade brave, made a living by running a brothel in a ghost market. He was later rescued by Li Daoxuan, who also helped him heal the scars on his face, so that he could live openly in Chang'an.
His greatest ideal in this life is to provide shelter for those artifacts that have become spirits, so that they will not be displaced like he did before, or even have to kill people in the end.
Later, with the help of Li Daoxuan, he changed his name to Qingdi, collected the antiquities elves from all over the world, and established an intelligence network throughout the Tang Dynasty.
I wonder what could be more suitable for intelligence work than an ancient artifact that has become a spirit?
After all, no one would lie to an inconspicuous object.
"Uncle Yu, is the whereabouts of Master?"
There was a hint of hope in Changle's eyes.
Yulong sighed softly and said, "Not yet. My subordinate is here tonight because he has another important news."
Chang Le was a little disappointed, but quickly calmed down and said, "What's the news?"
Yulong looked around and whispered: "The news came from the East Palace. The prince and the Tianzhu monk came to the palace at an hour and presented a pill recipe. His Majesty Longyan was very pleased and conferred the title of Shanhaihuizizai on the Tianzhu monk. Tongwang Holy Buddha.”
Changle's heart sank when he heard this.
The monk from Tianzhu was originally a prisoner brought back by Wang Xuance, but he claimed to be the reincarnation of Venerable Ananda, which confused the prince. Recently, he has become more and more valued by his father.
It is said in the Lotus Sutra of Wonderful Dharma - The Ninth Record of the Teaching of Unlearned Persons that Venerable Ananda will become a Buddha, and the name of the Buddha will be King Buddha of Wisdom and Freedom in Mountains and Seas.
By bestowing this title, the emperor recognized the claim that the monk from Tianzhu was the reincarnation of Ananda by imperial authority. It is conceivable that after the news spreads, the name of the demon monk will spread all over the world, and he will be in the limelight.
"What kind of prescription is it?"
Changle asked immediately. Although his father was old and obsessed with refining elixirs and taking medicine, he still had reason and would not give such a title casually.
Yulong shook his head and said: "We are still investigating, but the prince took the opportunity to raise something."
After saying that, he hesitated to speak.
Changle said: "But it doesn't matter."
"The prince begs your majesty to appoint that demon monk as...the new national preceptor!"
Click!
Under the futon where Chang Le was sitting, the ground cracked instantly, and cracks spread around.
Three thousand black hairs are automatic without wind.
She didn't speak, but the chill between her brows was like snow falling on the world in winter.
"However, His Majesty did not agree. His Majesty said that he would consider the matter after the demon monk has refined the elixir."
Chang Le stood up slowly, her slender figure wrapped in a long yellow dress. The girl back then had fully grown, graceful and graceful.
The tall figure has an invisible sense of oppression.
"Uncle Yu, what do the other Hidden Dragons... think?"
Yulong's eyes lit up. He had been aggrieved for so long. Has His Highness finally decided to fight back?
"Go back to Your Highness, we have been waiting for your order for a long time. The prince has lost his virtue, favored evil monks, and divided bad people. The elixir will definitely damage the dragon's body. For the sake of the country, please... don't back down anymore!"
Changle looked at the painting quietly, his eyes gradually becoming firmer.
She turned around and strode outside. The long green whip turned into a green rope, tying up the flying green hair. Her white jade-like face suddenly became more heroic.
"No one can take away my master's things."
"I'm going to see my father first, Uncle Yu. You should immediately send a message to all the Hidden Dragons to come back to Xuandu to see me."
Yulong looked at the heroic and resolute back, as if he had seen the Imperial Master again.
He was moved in his heart and bowed deeply: "No!"
…
Not long after the two left, the candles that were burning quietly in the house suddenly flickered.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but the painting hanging on the wall trembled slightly, then returned to calm.
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