Ye Heng still held back in the end and did not summon Chen Luo into the palace.
Although he wanted to know what Chen Luo had done to his big baby, the king's dignity always had to be maintained.
Can I not know what happened to my seal?
It's like asking Mr. Wang next door if your wife is pregnant. Is this ridiculous?
What's more, the historian who wrote "Records of Daily Life" was watching from behind the curtain!
Qiangu Mingjun must be able to keep his composure!
Anyway, he will have to stamp it in the end, and he will always know when the time comes.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Ye Heng's face, his eyes seemed to see through everything. He put down the jade seal in his hand and uttered words that, although not loud, were enough for the historian to hear -
"This Chen Luo always likes to make new gadgets for me!"
Behind the curtain, the historian quickly wrote.
"On the 16th day of the second month of the first year of Xuanzhang, at night, at the time of Xu, a flaming phoenix threw a jade seal at night, caressed it, and was greatly delighted, saying: Of all the civil and military officials, the one who comforts me the most is Fa Xiangluo."
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Chen Luo: (￣_￣)
He looked at the royal flag in his hand and frowned.
The authority of Fengdu King, who had been silent under the King's Order Flag, seemed to be activated.
But the problem is, this is the human world.
It's like an exiled prince in another country, there is a use for him!
"Maybe it's a derivative reaction of the unification of the two realms..." Chen Luo came to a conclusion after thinking, and then put the King's Order flag back into the storage order without going into further details.
The script of "The Peony Pavilion" has been circulated, and Liu Jingzhuang has also been urgently recalled from Yuncheng. He is working overtime to rehearse. It is estimated that it will be premiered in three to five days. In ten days and a half, hundreds of theaters in Daxuan will be Everybody can see it.
You can't be idle during this time.
Chen Luo once again set his sights on the Western Regions.
To be honest, if the Pseudo-Buddha hadn't suddenly done something like this this time, he would have almost forgotten that such a group of reactionary forces existed.
In the final analysis, the biggest reliance of pseudo-Buddhas is the Buddhist avenue.
As the saying goes, if you hit someone, you will be slapped in the face, and if you cut off your children, you will lose your grandson. It is not realistic to launch a large army to conquer the Western Regions now, so we must think of countermeasures from the Buddhist path.
In fact, the solution lies in Chen Luo's hands!
"Journey to the West"!
Although Journey to the West has been written so far, most of the benefits have been given to the demon clan and shaped various heavenly bloodlines, but Journey to the West is essentially a process of seeking Buddha.
The purpose of the entire "Journey to the West" can be easily summarized in the words of Tang Monk: The poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the East and went to the West to obtain the true scriptures!
Can the true scriptures deal with false Buddhas?
What is certain is that after "Journey to the West" is completed, it will definitely not help Chen Luo's Zen road to reach thousands of miles, because the Zen road is the same as the Earthly Immortal Road. Although it is said by both Buddhism and Taoism, at the root, it still comes from Yu Hongchen martial arts.
If martial arts in the mortal world cannot open thousands of miles, neither can Zen Buddhism and Earthly Immortal Avenue open thousands of miles.
But Chen Luo had a vague feeling that the book spirit of "Journey to the West" might be related to the Buddhist Way!
"Huh..." Chen Luo let out a long breath.
My dear readers, the update was delayed some time ago due to the incident between the Gu Sect and the Ancestral Dragon Holy Residence.
Now, let's reconnect!
Well, it's too late, go to bed first.
Chen Luo looked at the sky and put down his pen.
Anyway, a bond can be concluded at any time, right?
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Northern border, Taiping City.
Spring always comes later in the north. It is obviously early spring, but in the south "the spring breeze in February is like scissors", but here the cold wind is still howling.
But even though the wind was cold, it couldn't dissipate the lively atmosphere of Taiping City.
In the cold winter two years ago, there was a deadly battle in Taiping City. One hundred and eight Confucian scholars died in the battle, and all three hundred and sixty masters were wiped out. Among the six thousand three hundred and forty-two students, only two hundred
Thirty-six new people survived.
Later, when cleaning up the battlefield, people discovered that the reason for the most deaths in battle was not that they were killed by barbarians, but that they actively died in peace!
The reason why those two hundred and thirty-six freshmen are alive is that Kai Taiping did not master the technique, so most of them became disabled but did not die.
This battle shocked the world, and the name of Taiping City once again resounded throughout Daxuan.
Two years have passed.
Those Taiping students who had traveled abroad before returned one after another, and those great Confucian scholars who walked out of Taiping City also returned here.
They may have official positions, families, or careers, but after learning the news about the Battle of Taiping City, they resolutely set out on their way home.
Yes, for them, it’s home.
Taiping has never been a city!
Just like the couplet at the entrance of Taiping College——
Great scholars dare to live and die for the common people, but saints still die for peace!
This is a diligent belief.
If faith exists, Taiping City will exist!
Countless Confucian scholars packed their bags and went to Taiping College to accept the test of Taiping College and become new Taiping students.
In Taiping City, they saw the horseshoe footprints of three hundred warriors charging to the rescue, the hut-like former residence of the half-faced scholar Su Liancheng, the ever-extinguishing wedding candle at the head of Taiping City, and the Taiping City. The bright red earth outside cannot be washed away by the rain.
In the dead of night, when the wind blows through the Confucian Bone Hall, it seems that you can still hear the roars of "I bring peace with my blood"!
Peace is created by heroes, but heroes rarely see peace!
Wu Yihang, the great scholar of Confucian Bone Hall, stood on the pavilion of Confucian Bone Hall, looking at the bustling Taiping City in front of him, and smiled.
Today's Taiping City is not only filled with Confucian scholars, but also many warriors. In the past, Taiping City was like a dagger thrust into the sky, but now, three hundred miles to the east, is the Wuwei City built around Fangcun Mountain.
Peace and martial power are like a pair of horns, holding up the sky.
The sneak attack on Taiping City like before will never happen again.
The Taiping Banquet is a big day in Taiping City after every winter. Last year's Taiping Banquet was canceled due to the tragedy, but today, the Taiping Banquet is restarted!
The cold wind is biting, so it’s time to eat something warm.
Hot noodle soup warms the stomach, spicy hot pot burns the heart, and you have to eat it as soon as the barbecue is taken off the charcoal fire, otherwise it will get cold easily. Coupled with a few ounces of soju, it is so comfortable to sweat profusely.
Pork stewed with vermicelli, chicken stewed with mushrooms, five-spice powder-wrapped pork ribs and steamed, the aroma is like the sensible snake lady in Tianxiang Tower, drilling straight into your heart!
Today, the great Confucian is not considered a good man. He who eats more is a good man!
In the square, a circle of people gathered around and cheered.
In the middle of the crowd, a muscular man with a round waist rolled up his scholar's robe and ate the meat buns as big as his fist. The empty dishes in front of him were piled up as high as a person. Sitting opposite him was A man with only one arm, who looked to be in his early twenties, looked like a young man, but the bowl in front of him was higher than the other man.
"Chief Qiguang, come on, come on!" Many people in the crowd shouted hard.
But unfortunately, he couldn't hear it.
Liu Qiguang, one of the students who survived the last Winter War, suffered a broken Confucian heart, lost his right arm, and lost his hearing due to the Taiping movement.
He was originally a child of an aristocratic family. After the accident, the family sent someone to take him back, but he refused. Now he has turned to martial arts and is responsible for copying some books at Taiping Academy.
He said that he would guard Taiping City for his dead classmates!
There are many people like him.
The master and seniors all died, protecting them at the end. Those people said that they were the seeds of Taiping City.
Since it is a seed, it must take root in Taiping City.
It was obviously his first time to participate in the Taiping Banquet, but Liu Qiguang naturally felt that as a senior, how could he lose to the new juniors at the Taiping Banquet?
"This bite was eaten by Senior Sister Wang Shuang!"
"This bite was eaten by Senior Zhao Yangzhi!"
"This bite is what Tie Qing ate!"
"This bite was taken by Anyi!"
"Senior Lu Nianfeng...yes, I heard that he has a big appetite and has to eat at least three..."
Liu Qiguang ate the steamed buns one bite at a time, reciting the names one by one in his mind.
If you don’t have anything to eat, I’ll help you eat it!
Don’t worry, the Taiping Banquet has always been won by the seniors, and this time is no exception!
Finally, the opponent across from him pressed his throat, indicating that he could not eat anymore. Liu Qiguang did not notice it yet and continued to eat.
It wasn't until a circle of people rushed up to him, lifted him high, and cheered excitedly that Liu Qiguang finally pressed his eyes.
Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes.
My stomach feels so full!
I miss you so much...
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"Hahahaha, young people are still energetic." An old woman who was making noodles looked at the cheers of the students in the distance and smiled.
Taiping City is not without civilians. There are humans who have escaped from the barbarian world, and some family members. Although it is dangerous, they still voluntarily stayed.
In fact, although Taiping City is eye-catching, the probability of a tragedy like last time happening is not high, even lower than some border cities.
The old woman's name was King Qin. Her son died early, and her daughter-in-law remarried after leaving the child to her. She worked hard to raise her grandson.
Her little grandson was smart since he was young and was very popular with his master. He was said to have the appearance of a great scholar. In order to prevent him from being arrogant and impetuous, she specially named him Pingping!
Qin Pingping!
After learning that her grandson was martyred in the Battle of Taiping City, the old woman cried for a day and a night, then left her hometown and headed for Taiping City.
She wanted to come and see the place where her grandson would defend her life; she also wanted to end her own life where her grandson died.
But just when she was about to jump off the Taiping Tower, a group of children with missing arms and legs came to the city wall, lit a wedding candle, and witnessed a wedding facing the empty city wall.
The old woman smiled, very happily.
Since we are getting married, how can we not have a wedding banquet? She found a place in Taiping City, made noodles from her hometown, and treated the children to a meal.
After doing this, I have persisted until now.
Looking at the satisfied students after eating the noodles, the old woman always felt that her grandson was smiling at her.
She no longer seeks death.
She stayed here and cooked for the children.
"Eat slowly, there is no competition here, ma'am." The old woman said kindly when she saw a student almost burying his head in the bowl.
"It's delicious!" The student raised his head, and Prince Qin was suddenly startled.
That's not a human face at all, it's like rags, with the facial features randomly kneaded together.
But the next moment, Prince Qin suddenly burst into tears.
Those eyebrows, that mouth shape, and that nose...
This was the person she had worked so hard to raise and who she kept close to her heart!
"Ping...Ping Ping?"
Prince Qin did not dare to rub his eyes. He was afraid that if he rubbed his eyes, the person in front of him would disappear.
The figure stood up, knelt down in front of Prince Qin and kowtowed three times. Prince Qin stepped forward to help him, but his hand was empty!
Then, her eyes blurred, and the figure disappeared, leaving only the steaming bowl of noodles on the table.
Next to the noodle bowl, there was a small pearl. Looking at the pearl, Prince Qin finally couldn't help it and cried loudly.
This pearl was given to Qin Pingping when he left home. If he ran out of silver, he could pawn the pearl earrings in exchange for some travel expenses home.
"Go home...go home..." Prince Qin burst into tears. At this time, a master who was passing by saw Prince Qin's appearance and hurriedly came in and asked: "Aunt Qin, what's the matter? Is there anyone who doesn't open his eyes?"
Did your little boy make you angry? "
Prince Qin shook his head and held the pearl pendant tightly in his hand. Although his face was full of tears, he still showed a smile and said to the master: "They are back... they are back..."
As he said this, Prince Qin seemed to have remembered something, and hurriedly rushed to the stove and started kneading the dough desperately.
"Do more."
"The children, and the children's teachers, have not eaten for more than a year."
"You'll definitely be hungry!"
"I want to do more..."
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Zhongjing, Duke Anguo's Mansion.
Chen Luo looked at the Fengdu King's Order Flag in front of him and yawned.
Nothing has changed, it just seems like something is always coming out, and it keeps moving in the storage order.
If you think about it carefully, Wang Mingqipai began to behave abnormally after he wrote "The Peony Pavilion". According to the previous rules, real changes will not occur until "The Peony Pavilion" is performed.
In this case, just leave it alone and wait a few days to find out.
Taking his mind away from the Wang Ming flag, Chen Luo looked at the "Journey to the West" manuscript he had just written.
Chapter 72: The Seven Emotions in Pansi Cave are lost in love, and the Eight Precepts in Zhuogu Spring are lost in form.
Chapter 73: Love is poisoned by old hatred, and the owner of the heart is destroyed by evil luck.
Tsk tsk tsk, I wrote about Pansi Cave and Centipede Essence!
These two scenes can be said to be the most erotic scenes in the entire Journey to the West.
Two spider spirits may not be as good as the previous banshee, but if there are seven together, it will be a visual impact and a scale effect.
Take a look at the content.
Voyeur, multiple people, hot springs, stolen clothes, bathing together, bondage...
What S1 work!
So Chen Luo hesitated.
It's not a matter of hesitating about the bloodline of Heavenly Dao, there are quite a few insects that become spirits, and it's completely different from the Gu sect. However, from the description in the book, it seems that the centipede spirit's innate magical power is slightly stronger, but it is probably only in the desolate bone realm.
Isn't it bad to write such an article just because I have just gotten engaged?
"frivolous"!
However, you can’t jump over it!
Next, is the most colorful battle in "Journey to the West" - Shituoling!
Not to mention there are many chapters, and the Chaos Energy consumed is extremely powerful, so I won’t be able to write them for a while.
Need to be nourished!
So if you want to send it, you can only send it these two times in order.
After thinking for a moment, Chen Luo took a deep breath.
It’s decided, send it!
Those who are clean will be cleansed themselves!
This is literature!
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Southern Wasteland, Sunlight Rock.
This is the land of the Angry Chicken Clan, and at this moment, a big event is happening.
In the palace of the Angry Chicken Clan, Ji Xiao, the red-haired young master of the Angry Chicken Clan, looked at the beautiful Hong Lan of the Golden Pheasant Clan in front of him, and roared: "Hong Yanran, remember, it is I who divorce you today, not you!"
"What qualifications do you have to speak like that?" Hong Yanran sneered, "What qualifications does a demon with degraded bloodline have to divorce me?"
"Hong Yanran, Brother Ji Xiao was injured because he was trying to save you, causing his bloodline to deteriorate!" A blue bird said beside him, "I advise you to take back your decision!"
"Hmph..." Hong Yanran glanced at the blue bird and seemed a little afraid. She didn't say much and just snorted coldly.
"Let's go, Hong Yanran!" Ji Xiao said angrily, "I have no problem with you breaking off the engagement, but you chose the wrong way."
"Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river. Don't bully young people into poverty!"
"Three years later, I will go to your Golden Pheasant clan and fight with you. I will repay the humiliation you suffered today tenfold!"
"Okay!" Hong Yanran said coldly, "I'll wait for you. If I lose, I will be a slave and a maid at your disposal!"
After saying that, Hong Yanran turned around and walked out. The elder Jinji who escorted her chuckled lightly and said, "I advise Young Master Ji Xiao not to spend this day with you."
I take Sun’s words to heart very much. "
"Miss Yanran has been spotted by the Great Sage Kongsi of the Peacock Clan and taken as a maid. Her future is not comparable to that of a demon with degraded bloodline like you!"
"Get out!" The Angry Chicken Clan Leader sitting on the main seat roared angrily, exuding the strong pressure of the Great Sage!
The Golden Pheasant elder smiled contemptuously and turned to leave.
"Brother Ji Xiao..." The Blue Bird Banshee walked up to Ji Xiao and looked at him with some worry.
Ji Xiao bowed to his father who was sitting on the throne, and then smiled at the Blue Bird Banshee.
"I'm fine!"
"I'll find a solution!"
