"Cihang Pudu!"
Yan Chixia knew this person. The last time she left the capital, this person had gained the emperor's trust and was named a national advisor.
But he is not called the national master, but is called the national abbot.
But no matter what the title is, it is actually the same as a national teacher.
But, how long has it been?
In just a few months, is Cihang Pudu's power already so powerful?
Even if he enters the capital quietly, he can be easily detected and traced.
However, something happened when he contacted the King of Kings in the capital whom he just knew.
Are the two related?
The work done by the Imperial Master is similar to that done by the City God!
Even compared to ghosts and gods like the City God, the National Master is born to stand on the side of the human kingdom.
Therefore, the authority is much greater than that of ghosts and gods like the City God!
If we say that the clerical power of the City God is to protect the country and the people, manage the earth's energy and water, kill demons and eliminate demons, and take charge of escorting ghosts to the underworld.
These are the limits of responsibilities, and the City God has the right to control and intervene in matters.
You can control or ignore things that are beyond your authority. If you do, you have to bear the consequences and must comply with national laws!
They belong to ghosts and gods who are controlled by authority.
But the national teacher is different.
The position of National Preceptor sounds very prestigious.
But because this title contains the word "国", after this person becomes the national master, he will be firmly tied to the fate of the country.
If the Imperial Preceptor is really capable, then conferring the Imperial Preceptor would be a win-win situation for both parties.
If a capable person serves as a national advisor and truly serves the country and the people and works hard to improve the country's strength, relatively speaking, his own strength will also increase, and he may even become an immortal by relying on the luck of the country.
Of course it’s just possible!
After all, if a country really appoints a national advisor, it will consume a lot of luck. If the national advisor cannot resist being granted the position, it means that the country has made a loss-making business.
If you keep losing like this, you will go bankrupt!
Therefore, small countries generally try not to grant themselves any positions such as national advisor.
Not so lucky!
Of course, if you are granted the title of National Preceptor, and the National Preceptor really uses his abilities to make the country prosperous, your fortune will soar.
Of course, even if it maintains the same level as before, that's fine.
Don't make any moves at this time and try not to part ways.
Because, the difference is...two evils!
Once a state advisor is granted the title of Imperial Master, if he leaves his post before he has earned enough luck to be consumed by the country, he will consume the fortune that the country originally entrusted to him.
And doing so is extremely unfriendly to me.
Once a person is granted the title of National Master, his destiny will be the same as that of the country. Even if a country's destiny is only leaked to you, you will have a better life than others.
The so-called "one prospers, both prosper, and one loses, both suffer" refers to this kind of relationship.
However, once someone becomes a national advisor, they plan to resign, leave the court, and return to the mountains before repaying the money they owe.
It is easy to arouse the disgust of the national destiny. The national destiny operates in a regular manner. As the saying goes, if you borrow something, you must repay it. It is not difficult to borrow again.
The luck gained from sitting in the position of national master can help others practice. Although this is not borrowed luck, it is using his position to consume the country's luck.
After consuming the country's luck, he failed to take up his responsibilities. This is a real loss for the country's luck.
Therefore, it is very serious to dislike the national destiny!
Because of this, Yan Chixia did not doubt that he was there and responded: "Okay, I'll go with you now!"
The capital is big, so if you are in a hurry, you will take a horse-drawn carriage.
The speed of the carriage is actually not very fast in the capital. After all, there are still a lot of people on the street.
However, the carriages of the Imperial Prefecture moved unimpeded on the street.
There were no obstructive pedestrians on the road, and the carriage was driven very quickly by the driver in front.
The Daxiangguo Temple in the capital has been changed to Pudu Temple at some time, which is where the national master Cihang Pudu is located.
Looking at the majestic Buddhist temple getting closer and closer, Yan Chixia felt uneasy for some reason.
The carriage rushed directly into the temple without even stopping. Yan Chixia followed Monk Qike into the Zen room in the backyard. On a futon, she saw the thin but majestic Monk Cihang Pudu in front of her on a futon.
"National Master, Yan Chixia is polite!"
Since Yan Chixia entered the Pudu Temple, the uneasiness in her heart has become stronger and stronger, so strong that it makes his scalp numb.
For a cultivator, even if he is half-empty and becomes a monk halfway, he is Yan Chixia, a very talented and a very high cultivator, otherwise he would not have become a monk halfway or become a self-taught person. The road goes further and further, and the magical power is not small.
Since he is a genius among cultivators, there are sayings that cultivators have flashes of inspiration, and I have also heard sayings that they have feelings in their hearts.
This sudden intuition from the deepest part of my heart!
In fact, it is often the feeling that practitioners should trust the most!
This is often called a highway warning!
Yan Chixia also believed that this should be the case, so since he entered this temple, he has been raising his vigilance to the highest level.
However, apart from being relatively quiet along the way, I didn't notice anything different.
Entering the Zen room in the backyard of the temple, there is nothing strange about seeing the protector of the country, Cihang Pudu, with his face and body covered with treasures and solemnity.
Could it be that my deepest intuition was wrong?
He suppressed the surprised thoughts in his heart and bent down to salute the imperial master in front of him!
"Yan Captou!"
The Imperial Master, who looked thin but full of majesty, raised his head and glanced at him lightly, as if he had seen everything about him.
"I heard that you just came back from Guobei County?"
Yan Chixia was not too surprised. After all, she could accurately know the news of her coming to the city, where she lived, and where she came back from. It was not that difficult to confirm.
So he nodded and responded: "The returning master is indeed coming back from Guobei County!
I don’t know if the Imperial Master has come here to find me. What advice can I have? "
Cihang Pudu glanced at him indifferently: "I heard that there is a nobleman in Guobei County named Zuo Yun, and Yan Baotou is very familiar with him!
How about telling me about this person? "
Let’s get straight to the point!
And it's straight to the point.
There are no temptations, only very direct instructions for you to tell me!
At this time, Yan Chixia only had two choices.
One is to choose to speak, and the other is to speak in detail!
Because everyone knows his whereabouts clearly!
Yan Chixia suddenly felt a little scared. If she knew her whereabouts, the other party knew everything about her.
Does that mean that all the city gods in Daliang have joined Cihang Pudu?
Even if he is not under Cihang Pudu, he should still be an ally, an ally!
Yan Chixia guessed that he was more inclined to think that they were Cihang Pudu's subordinates, because if it was just an alliance, those city gods would not be able to take the risk and go to Guobei County to find trouble for that lucky man.
But it shouldn’t be!
Cihang Pudu was just a great monk. Even if he had some magic power, even if he had high magic power, he would not be able to forcibly subdue all the city gods.
And the king of the capital, the city god...
However, now is not the time to dwell on this.
But the other party has already asked, how should I answer?
"Returning to the country, Yan Chixia does know the young man named Yun, but she doesn't know much about him, and she doesn't know much about him in detail.
I'm afraid I can't help the Imperial Master! "
I didn’t refuse directly, I said it very tactfully, but the meaning was fully expressed!
That's right!
I didn’t reject it directly, but I still rejected it after all!
But what he didn't expect was that Cihang Pudu and Daliang's national preceptor showed no expression at all.
After he finished speaking and made sure he had nothing to say, he sighed lightly: "In that case, how about Yan Captou staying in my temple!"
The tone of this sentence is very weak!
It was so indifferent that no emotion could be heard, and the Protector of the Country had no expression on his face when he said these words.
However, Yan Chixia knew that the other party was notifying her, not discussing with her!
He couldn't get out of Pudu Temple that night, and he wanted to, but there were several people watching outside the door!
Yan Chixia knew that at this point, the Imperial Master seemed to no longer even bother to pretend, but directly took action to restrict any movement of his own.
Just because I had chatted with Zuo Yun in Guobei County and had dinner together... I knew his detailed information.
What the national master in Pudu Temple needs is detailed information about the man named Zuo Yun.
From this, Yan Chixia finally decided in her heart that Zuo Yun must be a very unusual and extraordinary person!
That night in the Zen room, a young monk brought him food.
The food was delicious, but the little monk who came to deliver the food remained silent and expressionless when he took away the rice bowl. He didn't know whether it was because of his instructions or because he was born with it.
Ever since Yan Chixia had this meal and met this young monk, she felt that the sense of crisis was getting heavier and heavier.
He even seemed to feel that in the misty darkness outside, there seemed to be many eyes surrounding his Zen room, circle after circle.
He doesn't understand!
This Buddhist temple is so solemn.
The national master himself can be regarded as a successful practitioner. Why is this so?
Arbitrarily imprisoning a sixth-rank official, he also knew that in the capital, in just a few months, Cihang Pudu's case had become huge.
But even if he doesn't understand, he still has to know that if he doesn't leave now, he may not be able to leave again!
It seems that his sword control skills will be difficult to carry today!
Yan Chixia quietly climbed onto the beam. He had no intention of escaping from the door or window, because those who chose these two escape directions were idiots.
He chose to climb up to the roof, stand on the beam, gently take off the tiles on the roof, and place them on both sides of the beam. Then he took out his Xuanyuan Divine Sword and cut it gently like cutting tofu. The purlins were cut easily.
He quickly dug out a big hole in the roof and easily drilled it out in the dark.
The whole process can be said to be silent. This shows that Yan Chixia, a bearded man with a decent face, is also very good at doing sneaky things.
After getting out of the roof, Yan Chixia sacrificed her Xuanyuan Divine Sword. He wanted to fly with the sword.
to be honest!
According to the historical facts, it was only after he lived in seclusion in Lan Ruo for several years that he truly mastered some techniques such as sword control.
Now he has only scratched the surface, and his understanding is not profound enough, but the full sense of crisis makes him feel that the most appropriate move for him at this moment is to escape from Pudu Temple and return to Guobei County as soon as possible to meet Zuo Yun.
After being completely surrounded by the National Preceptor's people, he didn't have the confidence to just fight out!
The most important thing is that you can't fight your way out of the encirclement of the national master's men.
Killing an official is tantamount to rebellion!
Naturally, some of the people who are national preceptors have official positions!
Therefore, flying with a sword is his last choice and the one he is least confident about.
It's not difficult to make this sword fly. What's difficult is how to make the Xuanyuan Divine Sword suspended in front of you stand firm and be able to fly with people!
What if this is a few years from now?
Yan Chixia has the confidence to fly while standing with her sword, and she also has the confidence to let her sword split into countless clones to fly with people.
But now he has no choice but to be a living doctor, let’s give it a try!
Otherwise, not only a City God may die in the capital, but also a sixth-grade supervisory envoy may die!
"Yan Captou wants to leave?"
A misty voice seemed far away yet close at the same time, as if someone was speaking softly in Yan Chixia's ear.
Yan Chixia knew that what she had done was finally discovered, and that it was discovered by the unfathomable national master Cihang Pudu. The voice that spoke just now was him.
At this time, he knew that he could no longer delay, so he felt that the Xuanyuan Divine Sword flew up with one finger.
Fortunately, Yan Chixia felt happy that this was the sword of national destiny that had been enshrined by the country for who knows how many years.
The energy of national destiny contained in this sword cannot be resisted by ordinary spells, even if it is the magic power of the national master that prevents it from flying.
Because although Yan Chixia felt the obstacle, she still succeeded in making the sword fly.
He jumped up, stood firm, and was happy to find that the Xuanyuan Divine Sword flew quite steadily.
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately..."
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately..."
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately..."
…
Just when Yan Chixia was overjoyed and was about to leave, a voice of advice reached his ears in a special tone, making him seem a little confused.
His current level of cultivation is not what it will be in a few years.
Although Cihang Pudu today is not at the point where he would have eaten the flesh and blood of more than 400 civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty a few years later, condensed the dragon energy, and was about to transform into a dragon.
But he has been cultivating for thousands of years, how can Yan Chixia, a cultivator with only half a bucket of water, be able to resist easily?
What's more, the current national master Pudu Cihang did not encounter a lunar eclipse, that is, the Tengu eclipses the moon.
Only when the Tengu eclipsed the moon did Pudu Cihang break the Danding Qi, causing him to exert less than 30% of his total strength and reveal his original shape.
This allowed Yan Chixia and Zhiqiu Yiye to take advantage of it, get into its belly, and kill it with thousands of arrows.
Today, there is no Tengu Xiyue, and Yan Chixia's own cultivation is not as strong as it would be a few years ago, her abilities are not as strong, and her Taoist heart is not as firm.
This also caused him to be in danger instantly when he suddenly heard Pudu Cihang's life-threatening chant.
If Chen Yun were here, he would encounter the shadow of his childhood.
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately..."
This Sanskrit sound calling for life was the shadow of many people’s childhood in his hometown?
But now, it was Yan Chixia's reminder. He stood directly on the Xuanyuan Divine Sword and fell into confusion.
There's another chapter tonight
(End of chapter)
