The pavilions are surrounded by layers of pavilions, and the houses are filled with trees. Green water crosses from the center and gathers into a small lake. In the garden, flowers are bright and fragrant, like smoke and steam.
On the treetops, cicadas were chirping quietly, it was noon, the summer was scorching, and the air was filled with hot breath, but this small courtyard seemed to be in another world, and there was no feeling of heat at all.
Su Ming was sitting under the pavilion, with a black piano on his lap. The melodious sound of the piano echoed in the small courtyard, attracting butterflies and bees to fly. It was leisurely and natural, but a little more elegant.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and there was a trace of confusion in Furui Fubo's dark eyes. Just now, he saw a monk through the statue erected in the imperial capital. Although this monk's power and consciousness were suppressed, his foundation was Very honest and pure, he is an orthodox Buddhist disciple.
In his opinion, there is no other place except Shaolin for Buddhist monks with such foundation.
Not long after, Monk Zhi'ai followed the guidance of passers-by and arrived outside the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion. He confirmed again and again, and then knocked on the door.
In the front yard, Monk Wangchen was cleaning carefully with a broom. Although there were maids in the house, they belonged to the backyard, and there was a magic circle set up in the Imperial Preceptor's house, so it could be said that it was dust-free.
Although Su Ming did not deliberately set up the formation, because he stayed here for a long time, the Yuanshen monks realized the great way, and occasionally leaked some Qi, infecting the surrounding environment. Over time, the places where the great monks lived would slowly and gradually Become a paradise.
But this kind of cave is very fragile. Once the Yuanshen monk leaves, the small world will disappear. Although Monk Wangchen seemed to be cleaning, he was actually comprehending the great path here.
As the knock on the door rang, he put down the broom in his hand and went to the door. When he opened the door, he saw Zhi Ai standing outside the door. He was a little surprised, but he still saluted him, "I don't know what this master is." Come here, what do you mean?"
Ever since Su Ming took over as the Mirror Master of the Xuanjing Division, countless people wanted to visit him every day, some to build relationships, some to apply for jobs, some to give advice, and all kinds of things.
Before Monk Wangchen came back, he basically ignored it. After Monk Wangchen came back, he handed over the task of guarding the gate to him.
Therefore, whenever someone visits, Monk Wangchen always has to screen them a little, and the same reason applies this time.
"I've met the master, but I don't know what the master's name is?" Seeing Zhi'an, Monk Wangchen saw his extraordinary bearing and a faint Zen charm surrounding his body. He immediately did not dare to neglect and asked solemnly.
"The poor monk's name is Zhi Ai. He is a Shaolin monk. He cannot be called a master. Please forgive me, Buddhist friends." Monk Zhi Ai also performed a Buddhist salute and said humbly.
"Shaolin?" Monk Wangchen was slightly startled. He was no longer the ignorant novice in the world of immortality. He had been traveling for several years, encountered many things, and gained a lot of experience. How important is Shaolin? Of course he knows it.
However, although Shaolin's weight is heavy, he still has to be cautious. After all, the master of the house is also a powerful soul and a master of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He has a high position of power. Even Shaolin cannot neglect him.
"I wonder what the great master does when he comes to the Imperial Master's Mansion?"
"Amitabha, fellow Buddha, this young monk is here to deliver an invitation."
"Invitation?"
"The abbot of our temple asked the young monk to send an invitation. He would like to invite the national master to come to Shaolin for a while." After saying that, the monk Zhi'ai took the invitation from his arms and solemnly handed it to Wangchen.
When Monk Wangchen saw the invitation, he felt that it contained Buddhist Zen meaning. He immediately did not dare to neglect it and took it with both hands. "The young monk will hand it over to the Imperial Master on your behalf. Please wait a moment."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the backyard.
In the pavilion, Su Ming had already noticed what happened outside the door. He pressed the strings with both hands, stood up and put the Tianlong Qin into the storage ring. He was curious why the enlightened old monk invited him to the Shaolin Temple at this time.
Although they had met several times before, they had not interacted much. What was his purpose?
Suddenly, Su Ming thought of his identity. Could it be that he wanted to show his favor to Da Zhou? He had already shown his power in front of Kunlun Mountain.
Although Shaolin Temple is the base camp of Shaolin, it is not easy to deal with him. Since it is not to deal with him, the only thing left is to make friends.
After a while, Monk Wangchen walked through the garden and came outside the pavilion. "Master, the abbot of Shaolin Temple has sent an invitation. Please take a look."
As soon as Su Ming thought about it, the invitation card in his hand disappeared and fell into Su Ming's hand. He opened it and quickly browsed the contents. The old monk who realized Tao invited him to talk about Buddhism and Taoism in the back mountain of Shaolin Temple in half a month. .
He flipped it over casually, and the invitation disappeared in his hand, "I agree to this matter and tell the young monk outside the door that I will definitely attend the meeting in half a month."
"Understood." Monk Wangchen nodded, turned and left.
Not long after, he came to the door. Monk Zhi Ai was standing here, with a calm look on his face and no sign of impatience. "Fellow Buddha, the Master asked the young monk to tell you that he will definitely attend the meeting in half a month."
"Thank you, Buddhist friend. I'm in a hurry to go back and recover, so I won't nag you any more." Monk Zhi'ai nodded and performed a Buddhist salute.
Seeing this, Monk Wangchen no longer wanted to stay and returned a Buddhist salute.
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After the monk Zhi'ai left, Su Ming entered the palace. After all, he was now the mirror envoy of the Xuanjing Division. He had tens of thousands of secret guards under his command to protect the safety of the imperial capital. He was in a high and powerful position and could not leave just because he wanted to.
Since he is in the imperial court, everything must be done according to the rules, so he must first enter the palace to meet the emperor.
In the Palace of Qianqing, Emperor Yong'an Li Waner was sitting in front of the imperial court, reading the memorials. Even though she was not in power now, she still had a lot of things to do every day. She read in the morning, listened to the ministers' lectures at noon, and learned the way of the king. Handling government affairs, reading memorials, it was a pleasure to be busy.
"Your Majesty, I would like to see you, the Imperial Preceptor." While she was concentrating on reading the memorial, the voice of the maid Xiaolu sounded.
When she heard this familiar name again, her heart trembled. She suppressed the joy in her heart and said expressionlessly, "Xuan." After these few months of study, she had initially learned how to be an emperor.
Therefore, now she has been able to initially control her emotions, and is no longer as easy to express her emotions and be seen through as before.
As an emperor, the most important thing is not to let your thoughts be exposed, otherwise it will be easy for people below to guess. Thunder, rain, and dew are all your kindness, but the weather is unpredictable, and no one can predict the changes of thunder, rain, and dew. The same goes for being an emperor.
Of course, there are many smart people in the world, and there are always those who can guess the emperor's thoughts. After all, the people gathered in the court are the elites of the Great Zhou Dynasty. They were all selected through the imperial examination and official positions. They are all excellent people.
Over time, even an emperor who is difficult to guess will inevitably be guessed by others. Just like Emperor Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty, he was good at strategizing, but in the end he was still seen through by his subordinates.
Of course, although they say they see through it, in fact both parties are tacitly understanding each other and have a tacit understanding.
Therefore, even Xiao Lu, the personal maid, has a hard time guessing Li Waner's thoughts and her current attitude towards the Imperial Master.
Although Su Ming would go to the palace to lecture the emperor every half month, such instances had already happened when the late emperor was alive, so it was not surprising. What’s more, he was a Yuanshen monk, so it was normal for the emperor to win over him. but.
Therefore, at this stage, even the officials of the imperial court did not see any clues.
"You go down first."
"My slave, I obey." After bringing Su Ming, Xiao Lu bowed respectfully and left.
"I see you, Your Majesty, poor monk." Seeing Li Waner, Su Ming was pleasantly surprised to find that she seemed to have grown up again! She still likes to wear bright red palace skirts as before. This gorgeous color does not take away her grace when worn on her body, but instead brings out her delicate and graceful temperament. Her bright eyes are good at gazing, her pair of phoenix eyes are as bright as two gems, her curved willow-leaf eyebrows are like distant mountains, and there is a strong majesty between her eyebrows. Her oval face is charming and charming, and her small cherry mouth is cute and shiny.
Even the wide palace skirt can't hide her slim and charming grace. Under her slender neck are two towering peaks, with graceful arcs, round and full, and her slender waist is full of grace, followed by a slight smile. The bulging butt outlines beautiful curves.
Although they only saw her once every half month, she still amazed Su Ming every time they met.
"The Imperial Master took the initiative to enter the palace today. What's the important thing?" The moment she saw Su Ming, her heart beat slightly faster and she was the first to ask. Although her words were calm, there was something in them that even she couldn't detect. of sorrow.
As for Su Ming, although he noticed something strange in her voice, he didn't think much about it. After all, she was just a teenage girl. What bad intentions could she have?
"Shura Martial God"
He bowed and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, this poor monk is here today to report something important."
"What's the matter?" Emperor Yong'an held his airs, still looking unhurried.
"Recently, the poor monk observed the sky at night in Qintian Prison and found that the Ziwei star was dim. Your Majesty needs to be cautious." Although Su Ming guessed that the Demon Cult was the cause of death, he had no evidence, so he could only give a little reminder.
"Oh? What do you think the Imperial Master has to say?" This sentence seemed to arouse Li Waner's interest. She stood up from her seat and walked slowly to Su Ming. The jade-colored steps on her head swayed slightly, which made her look even more attractive. Beauty is like jade.
"The changes in the sky are a warning. As long as the overall situation in the northwest is handled well, the imperial court can deal with the rebels in the south with peace of mind. This matter will be arranged by the court officials. The poor monk only gave a brief reminder." Regarding the Great Zhou Dynasty. From a practical point of view, the Tatars in the northwest are not terrible. What is terrible is that they are mixed up with the people of the Demon Cult.
"If it's just like that, I'm afraid it's not enough for the imperial master to enter the palace, right?" Suddenly, Li Waner smiled softly, her beautiful face was like a flower in bloom, and her black and white eyes seemed to have a flash of light, which made Su Ming was also slightly absent-minded, and as she got closer, he could smell the faint fragrance of Li Waner.
"Your Majesty is wise, Shaolin Temple, did your Majesty know?"
Hearing Su Ming's words, Li Waner clearly sensed that something was wrong, and the smile on her face suddenly faded, "I know that Shaolin Temple is located in Songshan Mountain. It is an ancient sect that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years in the world of immortality. It has a long history and is the home of Buddhism, Taoism, and Demons. A Buddhist representative of one of the sects.”
"What your Majesty said is true. It is true." Su Ming nodded and continued, "Previously, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Wu Dao, sent me an invitation, inviting the poor monk to go to Shaolin in half a month to talk about Buddhism together. On the Road."
Suddenly, a deep look of worry appeared on Li Waner's eyebrows, and she began to think deeply. The imperial court and the three sects had always had an inseparable relationship. Now the abbot of the Shaolin Temple invited the Great Zhou Guoshi to go to Shaolin for a while. What did it mean?
While she was meditating, Su Ming was also observing her reaction. After seeing that she was just deep in thought, he understood that she had not known about the patching of the sky, otherwise she would not have the expression she has now.
After pondering for a moment, she took the lead and asked Su Ming for his opinion, "What does the Imperial Master mean?"
Su Ming took a step back without leaving a trace, and said in a deep voice, "The poor monk naturally wants to go. Shaolin Temple is the source of Zen, and it is also the ancestral home of Buddhism. It has a profound foundation and has collected countless Buddhist scriptures. It is the place that all Buddhist cultivators in the world aspire to. In a place of spiritual practice, poor monks are no exception."
"Moreover, with the changes in the environment, the situation in the world of immortality is becoming more and more tense. Maybe sooner or later they will be unable to help but intervene in the human struggle for the dragon."
"Under the general trend, the catastrophe is approaching, and even the three sects cannot be transcendent. Therefore, when I go this time, I can find out what they say so that I can be prepared in the future."
After the words fell, Li Waner's brows furrowed again, her pretty face sank slightly, and she was very solemn. It was obvious that she also clearly understood the hidden meaning of Su Ming's words. There will be monks involved in the affairs of the world!
For Dazhou, once the monks fully intervene in the dragon fight, this is the most unfavorable situation. At the beginning, the Great Zhou Dynasty suppressed the world and swept away countless immortal cultivating sects and families, but it also left many enemies behind.
It was okay for them to intervene, but once forces like the three major sects entered the situation, it would be extremely detrimental to Da Zhou. She pondered while observing what Su Ming wanted to see on his face.
Unfortunately, she failed. Su Ming's face remained expressionless, and his eyes were as dark and deep as an abyss. Sometimes, Li Waner really wanted to let go of everything and just sink into it.
But all this was just a thought. The responsibility and fate she carried did not allow her to let go. She could only keep going!
In the end, she hesitated again and again and finally made a decision, "Since the Imperial Master wants to go, then go and be sure to pay attention to safety. I will explain to the Queen Mother when she is there."
Su Ming bowed slowly and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Li Waner quickly calmed down her emotions, "It doesn't matter. Since the abbot of Shaolin took the initiative to invite him, it is reasonable for the national master to go to Shaolin on behalf of Dazhou. How can I stop him?"
