In the high-rise building of the Xuanjing Department, Chen Faxuan, the master of the mirror, has just finished handling official duties and is about to go home.
Suddenly, the Buddha's light shone in the sky south of the Imperial Capital, turning the night into daylight. The tyrannical Buddha's majesty made him a little surprised. Is there such a person lurking in the Imperial Capital?
Why is there no information about this person in the Xuanjing Division? Is it another old monster who has been cultivating for many years?
When the Buddha's light dissipated, he couldn't help but rub the center of his brows, feeling a little headache and busy.
On the other side, when the young man who had reported to Chen Faxuan saw this scene, there was a bit of anger in his eyes. "Your Majesty is really too kind, this is the imperial capital!"
In his opinion, in the land of the imperial city, at the feet of the emperor, these people were so presumptuous that they simply did not take the imperial court seriously!
However, despite such a big movement, there was no movement from the Xuanjing Division, and the Mirror Master did not issue an order. After waiting for a while, he lost his temper and went upstairs to see the Mirror Master.
Soon, he met Chen Faxuan.
At this time, Chen Faxuan was wearing a Confucian shirt and a turban on his head, and there was an indescribable bookish atmosphere all over his body. At this time, he did not look like the famous mirror master of Xuanjing Division, but more like a well-read man. A student of poetry and calligraphy.
He sat upright, his eyes were heavy, and he wrote stroke by stroke, stroke by stroke, writing very slowly, as if there was a big stone hanging on the tip of the pen.
This kind of brushwork is not like writing, but more like carving a monument. There is a jade-colored inkstone in front of him. Different from the ink used by ordinary people, the ink in the inkstone is red. The blood-colored ink in the inkstone is dizzy and warm, like blood condensed on jade, and has a faint fragrance. It's not the scent of flowers, it's better than the scent of flowers.
Seeing this scene, the young man was startled for a moment, and the anger in his heart burned again. He stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said: "Sir, if there was such a big commotion tonight, if the Xuanjing Division hadn't Any reaction will definitely be impeached by those civil servants tomorrow morning. By then, our Xuanjing Division will be disgraced and unable to explain to the court."
However, when he finished speaking, he did not get any response from Chen Faxuan. He quietly raised his head and saw that Chen Faxuan was still practicing calligraphy calmly, as if he had not heard what he said.
The young man gritted his teeth and took a step forward, "Sir!"
After the words fell, Chen Faxuan had already put away his pen. He put the brush on the pen holder, walked aside and washed his hands before speaking: "Lin Wu, how many times have I told you, whenever big things happen, you should be calm and don't be impatient."
He came to Lin Wu, showed a gentle smile, and patted him on the shoulder, "I'm giving you this calligraphy. Take a look at it when you have time. As for the matter on Suzaku Street, it's not something you can consider."
After saying that, he stood up and came to the window and looked to the south. Although the Buddha's light there had disappeared, its powerful power was still frightening.
Chen Faxuan has been thinking about the origin of that master. Could he be a Buddhist cultivator at the Nascent Soul level and a senior monk in Shaolin Temple? No, even though the Shaolin Temple has a long history and countless masters, the Buddha's light is pure, vast, and full of vitality. It is obviously not an ordinary monk. Moreover, he also faintly sensed the strong energy and blood of the man. With such a master, the Shaolin Temple cannot always Hidden and tucked away, it is impossible for Xuanjing Division to have no records.
In other words, this person is not from the Shaolin Temple. He is most likely a secret disciple of a certain lineage of Buddhism, or he may also be a master who dominated the world a hundred years ago.
Since he is not from the Shaolin Temple, he doesn't have to worry too much.
"But..." Lin Wu looked troubled and wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Chen Faxuan. "No but, I will handle this matter, you go down first."
"I understand." Lin Wu's face turned red, he bowed, turned and left. Just when he was about to step out of the room, Chen Faxuan stopped him.
"Take that word with you and think about it carefully."
"yes."
Lin Wu didn't say much, rolled up the writing on the case and put it in his sleeve, and left.
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The street is as cool as water at night.
The news that Su Ming enlightened ghosts and established foundations immediately spread in a short period of time. From then on, he also came into the sight of major forces and became a variable in the fight for the position of national master.
Of course, some people regard him as an opponent and a thorn in their side, while others want to win over him. After all, monks in the Nascent Soul Realm are a great help. Monks do not just live in the open without desires and needs. They are human beings who have desires and needs. , even if you are a monk, the same is true.
In a magnificent, exquisite and elegant manor, a clear and clear voice sounded like a wandering warbler, "Senior brother, this person will be our strong enemy."
The person who spoke was a Taoist woman with a cold expression and a beautiful face. Even though her Taoist robe was wide, her graceful figure could not be concealed. It was obvious that the person referred to in the words was Su Ming.
Opposite her, there sat a middle-aged Taoist priest carrying a magic sword on his back. He was the Kunlun Taoist priest who had been spying on Su Ming before.
Hearing his junior sister's worried words, the Taoist raised his sword eyebrows slightly, then smiled, and the magic sword behind him swayed slightly, making a vague sound of sword clanging.
"The battle for the Imperial Master this time is more intense than I imagined, but it doesn't matter. Aren't we going down the mountain this time to become the Imperial Master of the Zhou Dynasty? For thousands of years, I, the Kunlun Taoist cultivator, have never been afraid of others."
"With such an opponent, this selection meeting will be more interesting. I want to see if his Dharmakaya is strong or the sword in my hand is sharp." Thinking of the powerful Tathagata Dharmakaya just now, the Dharmakaya behind the Taoist jumped again, Seems a little impatient.
There was strong self-confidence in his plain words, and the female crown seemed to be infected by his confidence. Her beautiful eyebrows stretched out, and her cold face melted slightly, "Senior brother is right, we are just Yuanying monks, we may not lose to him. he.
But, senior brother, our Kunlun Taoist sect mostly cultivates in the mountains and does not live in the world, but this time, why does the master want us to go down the mountain to compete for the imperial preceptor of the Great Zhou Dynasty? How can the worldly disputes lead to the road to immortality? "
Hearing the junior sister's question, the Taoist sighed softly, "Well, I have asked the master about this before, but the master didn't explain much. He only told me one sentence, this matter is related to the two It’s related to the turmoil ten years ago. You should know that that turmoil was already taboo in the sect and few people mentioned it, so I didn’t dare to ask any more questions.”
"Senior brother, what happened twenty years ago? So many of my senior masters in Kunlun died in that turmoil. Even the master managed to survive and narrowly escaped death. But in the sect, he remained silent and never said anything. Revealing this matter, but this time he suddenly mentioned it, is he trying to remind us of something?" The crowned lady frowned slightly, her beautiful eyes full of contemplation.
"I don't know. Everything should be related to the position of the Imperial Master of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Since the master ordered us to go down the mountain to compete for the position of the Imperial Master, there is a reason for it. Nothing we can think about now will help. This time the opponent is not simple. You and I are very tough. Don’t be careless.”
