Nightwatcher

Chapter 298: Luo Yuheng's Shock

On the top floor of the Star Observation Building, Jian Zheng left the Eight Diagrams Platform at some point, staring sharply at the carving knife in Xu Qi'an's hand.

Did you choose him too? At this moment, this "God" who has been in the capital for five hundred years and has served the people in his heart, murmured to himself.

"Hahaha"

Emperor Yuan Jing screamed up to the sky, with his hands behind his back, standing in the tallest building in Dafeng, listening to the rejoicing of the people. This is Dafeng's victory, and it is also his victory.

Buddhism, this time, is at his feet.

"It's a good one not to kneel," Emperor Yuan Jing said with emotion, "It's been so many years, and how many years has it been since there has been such an outstanding young hero in the capital."

"Ah ah ah"

Mounted screamed piercingly and stomped excitedly, "Win, Huaiqing, the dog slave won, he is my man, he is my man."

Huaiqing looked at the unconscious Xu Qi'an, his eyes seemed to be obsessed.

She is an extremely brilliant woman, noble and proud, even if she is the number one scholar, in Huai Qing's eyes, she is acceptable. There are countless heroes in the capital, and only Wei Yuan can truly admire Princess Huaiqing.

Dean Zhao Shou is a respectable elder, but not enough for her to admire.

At this moment, Huaiqing recalled various deeds of Xu Qi'an. The tax and bank case was fledgling, and he secretly designed to frame Zhou Li, the servant of the household department, completely eliminating hidden dangers.

Then he joined the guards, cut silver gongs with a knife, was imprisoned, and was ordered to investigate the Sangbo case and almost completed the investigation of the Yunzhou case independently. Afterwards, he died in battle among the four hundred rebels and returned to Beijing to investigate the Fufei case.

During the period, a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation came out every now and then, which greatly encouraged Dafeng Rulin.

Up to now, instead of Si Tianjian, he fought against the Buddhist sect, and he used his sword twice, forcibly breaking back the confidence of the people in the capital.

A discussion on the Tao transformed the obsession of the old monk under the bodhi tree, and made the second-rank Arhat suddenly enlightened and realized Mahayana Buddhism.

Afterwards, Qing Guang came from out of the sky, and he knocked down the dharma image with one blow, destroying the arhat's magic weapon.

Princess Huaiqing has never seen such a brilliant man, never.

The female relatives cheered, and the civil and military officials laughed. Amidst the explosive cheers, Xu Pingzhi sat slumped on the chair, as if he had been drained of strength.

Just a little bit short, he was snatched away by the Buddhist sect with a big handle in one hand.

Amidst the enthusiastic cheers and passionate shouts of the people in the capital, the rightful master Xu Qi'an was ignored, and Xu Erlang silently walked over and carried his elder brother on his back.

After all, I alone resisted everything, Xu Erlang thought.

He carried Xu Qi'an on his back and walked in the direction of a group of watchmen, and caught sight of the carving knife tightly held in Xu Qi'an's hand.

What is this, it seems to be a carving knife?

Looking at the appearance, it seems to be the "pen" used by scholars in ancient times. There was no paper at that time, and the words were recorded on bamboo slips.

Where did the carving knife come from? Waiting for no one to pay attention, sneaking away from the big brother! Xu Erlang was a little greedy, this kind of antiques is very tempting to scholars.

Du'er Arhat stood there in a daze, not because he felt sorry for the damage of the golden bowl, but because he regretted that such a Buddhist with innate wisdom had not been able to convert to Buddhism.

"Uncle Master"

Monk Jingchen looked at Xu Erlang's back, looked at Xu Qi'an on his shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Benefactor Xu is a genius bestowed by heaven on Buddhism and the founder of Mahayana Buddhism. Master and Uncle must bring him back to the Western Regions."

Du Er Luohan pondered for a long time, and then sighed: "Forget it, the fate has not yet come."

Monk Jingchen was not reconciled, he seemed to have thought of something, looked back at Guanxinglou, opened his mouth, and finally chose to remain silent.

The fight between Buddhism and Sitianjian is over, but the aftertaste of this wonderful event is still going on.

In a certain restaurant, a middle-aged man in a shabby blue shirt, carrying an empty jug, crossed the threshold, entered the lobby on the first floor, and went straight to the counter.

"Shopkeeper, I heard that as long as I talk to you about martial arts, you will give me a pot of wine for free?"

The shopkeeper with a goat beard smiled and nodded, "You can also talk while drinking, and the store will give you a plate of peanuts."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment. He originally wanted to take the wine home to drink, but the shopkeeper gave too much, and said: "Okay, then drink here. Quick, get peanuts."

The shopkeeper beckoned, summoned the waiter, and offered a jug of wine and a plate of peanuts to the middle-aged man in the shabby blue shirt.

The middle-aged man in the blue shirt took a sip of wine, picked up two more peanuts and threw them into his mouth, and said slowly:

"The Buddhist arhat threw the golden bowl on the ground, and suddenly the situation changed, thunder intersected, and the sky transformed into a Buddha realm. There are four levels in this Buddha realm. The first level is called the eight bitter formations. Used by Buddhist eminent monks to sharpen the Buddha's heart

"The second stage is called Vajra Formation. Shopkeeper, do you know who the Vajra is?"

The middle-aged man looked at the shopkeeper disdainfully.

"Isn't it the little monk in Nancheng?" The waiter sneered.

"That's right, isn't it just a little monk." The drinkers at the next table echoed.

"You all know that," the middle-aged man in the blue shirt was taken aback.

"Isn't Xu Yinluo beheaded by us, what King Kong is undefeated is a paper tiger, bah." The alcoholic who spoke was full of the pride of the people in the capital.

One day ago, when they mentioned the little monk Jingsi, they gritted their teeth, "There are so many masters in Dafeng, can it be that even a little monk can't solve it?"

impotent rage.

But now, when it comes to the little monk of Vajra, even ordinary people in the market will straighten their chests proudly and sneer disdainfully: That's all.

These are Xu Qi'an's efforts to win back the face and rebuild his confidence in the process of fighting skills.

The middle-aged man in the blue shirt looked at the shopkeeper in astonishment: "You already knew it, so why make this rule?"

"Different people see different things, let's check for omissions and make up for vacancies." The shopkeeper said with a smile: "Today I was guarding the restaurant, so I didn't get to watch the fight. It's a great regret in life.

"I can only savor it afterward and drink some wine, and it will turn from a regret to a pleasure."

The middle-aged man in the blue shirt nodded, and continued: "When that Xu Yinluo came out, he wrote a poem every step of the way."

"Wait." The shopkeeper suddenly stopped, and said: "When the sea reaches the end, the sky is the shore, and the martial art is the ultimate peak, I am the peak? Are you sure there is this poem? Many people told me about it before, but they didn't. "

The middle-aged man in the blue shirt nodded vigorously: "Yes, there is this sentence, I read a book more than ten years ago, how many poems will I not remember?"

"Hiss, that's strange." The shopkeeper frowned.

At this time, a person from the Jianghu "coughed" and said in a low voice: "Shopkeeper, those who told you these things are all knights in the Jianghu."

The shopkeeper asked back: "Is there a problem?"

"Hi!" The Jianghu people waved their hands: "You ordinary people don't care, you can say what you say, but as a martial arts practitioner, who dares to say such a thing in front of the audience? Either you are looking for death, or you are looking for beating."

The shopkeeper suddenly realized that warriors are brave and ruthless, and the last thing you see is arrogance. They often draw their swords at each other just because the other party said a few inappropriate words. This kind of thing happens from time to time even in the strict rules of the capital.

"I have collected another good poem. This is Xu Shikui's poem. Hurry up, prepare a pen and paper for me." The shopkeeper got excited and ordered Xiaoer.

Imperial Academy.

The Imperial Academy belongs to the cabinet and is responsible for compiling books, writing history, drafting imperial edicts, reading for members of the royal family, and serving as examiners for imperial examinations.

The three most noble positions in the imperial court are the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, the six divisions of Shizhong, and the Hanlin Academy.

In terms of status, the Imperial Academy ranks first, because the Imperial Academy also has another name: storage phase cultivation base.

Dafeng's previous positions as chief assistant all came out of the Imperial Academy. In other words, only nobles from the Imperial Academy could enter the cabinet, become a bachelor, and even worship as chief assistant.

The only exception is that nobles or princes can directly bypass the Imperial Academy and enter the cabinet to take charge of the prime minister.

However, civil servants cannot do this. If civil servants want to enter the cabinet, they must enter the Imperial Academy. As for the Hanlin Academy, only first-class and second-class Jinshi can enter.

At this moment, the eunuch on duty in Emperor Yuan Jing's bedroom was standing in the hall of the Hanlin Academy scolding the nobles.

"Isn't your Majesty's meritocracy the reason for the victory in this fight? Could it be that the imperial court has made a contribution to cultivating Xu Yinluo? Look at what you're writing, everyone is from a first-class background, and you won't be able to write history."

The eunuch threw the book on the ground: "Rewrite."

The complexions of the nobles present at the scene changed. This is after they returned to the Hanlin Academy, they didn't even eat any food, and they wrote it with a burst of enthusiasm.

Today's fight will definitely be recorded in the annals of history and passed on to future generations, there is no doubt about it. But how to write it is very particular.

Any major event that promotes the country's prestige like this must be recorded positively in the history books, symbolizing honor and glory.

The person in power, that is, Emperor Yuan Jing, wanted to take a ride.

Of course, when other emperors encountered such an opportunity, they would make the same choice as Emperor Yuan Jing.

A young editor said in a deep voice: "People are selected by the supervisor, and Xu Yinluo contributes to the battle. What does this have to do with your Majesty? As editors of the Imperial Academy, we not only write history books for the imperial court, but also for future generations. Heirs write history."

The eunuch sneered, and said in a strange way: "It is His Majesty's gift for a few of you to enter the Imperial Academy, and it will be a matter of time before you enter the cabinet. The sun and the moon shine, and the future is boundless.

"If it makes His Majesty unhappy, assign them outside, tsk tsk, this great future, not to mention the sun and the moon, even the stars are gone.

"Your Majesty means that the length of the book will remain the same, detailing the fighting methods and the process of His Majesty's selection of talents. As for Xu Yinluo's praises, he is young after all, and he will have plenty of opportunities in the future.

"My lords, do you understand?"

The young editor grabbed the inkstone and threw it at the eunuch's chest, the ink stained the python robe black, the eunuch groaned and backed away again and again.

"You dare to hit our house?" The eunuch was furious.

"You were the one who beat you." The editor pointed at the eunuch and yelled: "This time when the mission from the Western Regions came to Beijing, first there was King Kong sitting in the ring in the south city, and the mage in the north city gave lectures;

"Then Si Tianjian fought against Buddhism, and Xu Shikui tried his best to turn the tide and frustrate the spirit of Buddhism. Without him, the court would lose face this time. Why can't it sing praises, why should it shorten its pen and ink? The young hero, I admire in my heart. If he is a scholar , I worship him as a teacher.

"Get out of here, the Imperial Academy is not a place for you, a stray dog, to run wild."

"Get out." Other Qinggui grabbed the things around him and smashed them all at once, pens, inks, papers, inkstones, books and pen holders

The eunuch fled in embarrassment and left the Imperial Academy.

Lingbao Temple.

Dressed in a gorgeous palace dress, the skirt was dragging to the ground, and the woman wearing precious jewelry came to the inner courtyard, with a dignified manner and a gentle voice, ordered:

"You two go down first, I have something to say to the national teacher."

The two accompanying girls exited the courtyard.

The woman became lively all of a sudden, holding her skirt, trotted into the quiet room, and shouted: "Master, why didn't I see you during today's martial arts fight? Have you seen today's martial arts fight?"

In the quiet room, wearing a black Taoist robe, wearing a lotus crown, combing his hair neatly, revealing a smooth forehead and a beautiful face, Luo Yuheng sat cross-legged on the futon, looked at the woman who barged in, and said lightly:

"Not interested in."

"Then you missed the show."

The veiled woman came to the table and sat down, said: "Today's martial arts fighting is wonderful, even more interesting than the troupe's singing, let me tell you something."

She chirped and told Luo Yuheng the process of the fight vividly.

"You said, he broke through the eight bitter formations with one knife?" Luo Yuheng frowned.

"Yeah, it's amazing, what's the matter." The veiled woman asked.

It was the prisoner who was helping him, and mobilized the power of all living beings for him. Luo Yuheng pondered for a moment and said, "You continue."

The veiled woman told her again that Xu Qi'an cut through the vajra formation with one knife, but Luo Yuheng didn't express his opinion. When she heard the old monk talking about the Dharma and made Dueruohan suddenly enlightened, the woman said with emotion:

"Although I still don't understand what is so great about Mahayana Buddhism, it sounds amazing."

How could he have such understanding of Mahayana Buddhism? A look of shock flashed in Luo Yuheng's beautiful eyes.

"These are nothing, the most exciting thing is the appearance of the golden body in the fourth level, forcing the disciple to kneel down. At this time, the most interesting scene appeared."

The veiled woman's eyes were shining, and she poured herself tons of tea.

Luo Yuheng smiled and said, "Drink slowly, Nan Zhi, have you noticed something?"

"What's up."

"When you came to my view, you always yelled that you were bored and wanted to go out to play. But now, you don't talk about being bored anymore. Instead of talking about it, you talked about Xu Qi'an in a few words."

The veiled woman was taken aback, she stared at Luo Yuheng for a moment, restrained her lively temperament, and became a reserved and dignified lady again, with a slight alienation, her tone was calm: "What do you mean?"

Luo Yuheng smiled and shook his head: "I just want to remind you that you have a husband. Your husband is King Huai, a third-rank warrior. He guards the border and is not in the capital.

"But there are many confidantes and eyes and ears in the capital, so don't get too involved with Xu Qi'an, or you will harm him."

The veiled woman sneered, her tone proud: "How can I have anything to do with a disciple who goes in and out of the Jiaofang Division all the time, are you burying me?"

"That's good," Luo Yuheng nodded and said, "Actually, if you don't tell me, I also know what happened later. It's nothing more than the shattering of the dharma image for no reason, or the prisoner made a move?"

Just now, she noticed a surge of power from all living beings, and then everything was calm.

Either the prison is helping secretly, or it is open and aboveboard.

After all, in the capital, Emperor Yuan Jing lacked luck and was weak in cultivation. The only ones who could mobilize the power of sentient beings were warlocks.

"no."

The veiled woman shook her head with a cold tone.

This stingy woman made a face at every turn. Luo Yuheng smiled, holding a teacup, and asked, "No?"

"It was a ray of light that descended from the sky, breaking the golden body and the Buddha's realm." She whispered:

"I was close at the time, and I could see it clearly. It was a carving knife."

burin? !

There seemed to be a thunderbolt beside her ear, Luo Yuheng shook her hand, and the warm tea splashed out, her beautiful face suddenly froze.

If it wasn't for Jianzheng, it would be impossible for Jianzheng to control the Confucian carving knife. Luo Yuheng said in a deep voice, "Cutting knife, where is the carving knife, and what happened after that, please tell me carefully."

There was eagerness in her tone, as well as a trace of excitement that could not be concealed. The veiled woman had never seen Luo Yuheng have such rich emotional fluctuations, and asked strangely: "What's wrong with you?"

"Say it quickly!" Luo Yuheng leaned forward and drank it.

"It's just that the carving knife broke the law."

"Did the carving knife run away after breaking the law, or did it stay at the scene? Did Xu Qi'an touch the carving knife?" Luo Yuheng stared at her with burning eyes, as if this was very important.

"Yes, he stabbed through the statue in the temple." The woman raised her right arm and made a "stab" gesture.

Luo Yuheng was stunned.

PS: There is another chapter before twelve o'clock.

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