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Qingzhu Palace.

When we got up early in the morning, there were many palace maids busy inside and outside the palace, busy preparing for the wedding the day after tomorrow, paper cutting, wedding couplets, lanterns and candles all ready.

The Wang family's betrothal gifts had been prepared long ago, and all the cars drove into the Qi Mansion and the Champion House. There were more than a dozen cars, no matter what kind of gold, silver, treasures, rare treasures, the gold alone was enough. Several cars.

As Nazheng, the Qi Mansion and the Champion Hou Mansion will also give away many things.

In other words, the Wang family has a big business and is a member of the royal family. It doesn't matter how extravagant the marriage is.

As preparations for the wedding were imminent, Lu Mingyuan, Qi Muxue, and Huo Hongling met less often, and there were too many things to prepare at home.

As the prime minister of the cabinet, Wang Hefu naturally received many blessings and received a lot of gift money in advance.

The cabinet also sent a special letter of congratulations.

It is a compliment to the Wang family. After all, the current second assistant is also Wang Xianggong, so it is right to have a good relationship.

Even though his wedding was about to happen, Lu Mingyuan still didn't change his intention to practice martial arts.

No matter how the palace maid decorated it, she breathed out, practiced boxing, and wielded the three-piece knife set every day without stopping, watching the progress bar in front of her rise little by little.

Now a few days have passed. Since the opening of the Guanhai Aperture, the acupoints have become easier to open than before, and it soon climbed from 2160 apertures to 2600 apertures.

One-third of the body's acupoints were lit up by the Taotie Divine Fire.

The Thunder Prison Sword Intent continues to consolidate, and the destiny of the "Sword Master" slowly improves.

"Azure Fate - Sword Master, the refining degree increases by 30%"

Lu Mingyuan spent the day practicing and poured himself a cup of tea in the courtyard. Ziyun and Hongwan followed their mother to choose the dress to wear on the wedding day, and he was the only one in the palace.

I felt inexplicably calm.

The improvement of his strength caused subtle changes in his mentality.

If the second prince falls in the future, after the eighth prince officially ascends the throne, and he is out of the cold palace, what should he do?

Is it possible to find a fiefdom to rest in for the rest of my life? It would be a carefree way to live with a group of gods and immortals around me.

Or could it be said that neither the second prince nor the eighth prince got the throne, but was passed over by other princes?

Or maybe he just removed all the princes and became the prince himself?

This is probably a bit difficult. There are no immortal forces to support him unswervingly, and the champion and the father-in-law of the Qi family are not enough.

Even if Chen Ke is accepted as a registered disciple by Wen Sheng, it is Chen Ke's benefit. Wanting to teach him back is tantamount to wishful thinking. Wen Sheng is his master, not his own master, unless Chen Ke can become a saint and help himself. A handful.

My master is still guarding the Great Wall, and he probably won't be able to come back anytime soon.

No matter how you look at it, he is not qualified enough.

He is slightly stronger than the third prince who was deprived of his military power, and much stronger than the ninth prince. Even the third prince, with Chiyang Mountain behind him, the long-armed old Kui is not weak.

There is a being who is comparable to a saint behind the second prince, not to mention the eighth prince. With the support of a saint of principles and a saint of military strategists, he has married three lovely wives, and he is a courtesy and virtuous corporal. He is like a son of luck.

Forget it, there is still a lot of risk.

Lu Mingyuan thought for a while, and suddenly a clear female voice with a teasing smile sounded in his ears.

"You are still as serious as ever."

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a snow-haired woman with willow-leaf eyebrows and orchid-like temples, wearing a green Taoist robe.

The white-haired Taoist nun had a smile on her face and her eyes were picturesque.

His voice was clear and melodious, his waist and figure were excellent, his chest was bulging, his clothes were fluttering, and his beautiful eyes were staring at Lu Mingyuan, full of consideration.

"Lu Mingyuan, why hasn't your cultivation level improved? Are you hiding your level?"

Based on her understanding of Lu Mingyuan, his hard work, and his talent, it was impossible that such a long time had passed without a breakthrough in his martial arts cultivation.

Lu Mingyuan's expression froze slightly.

He really hasn't paid attention to this these days. It seems that he has to slightly adjust his aura every once in a while, otherwise a careful person will still find something wrong.

However, not everyone knows him so well. Yun Qinghe knows him so well because he has been with him for a while.

Yun Qinghe had no interest in asking, but nodded in understanding: "Forget it, I won't ask you. Everyone has their own secrets, and so do I."

Lu Mingyuan smiled and said, "I don't have as many secrets as you do."

"It's not a good thing to have too many secrets on your body. You'll have no place to vent what you're holding in. Your whole person is gloomy and annoying. I can't stand it anymore and I just want to find someone to chop me off."

Yun Qinghe curled his lips and complained.

When Lu Mingyuan heard this, a bitter smile appeared on his lips, but there was a bit of relief and relaxation in his eyes.

This is the real Yun Qinghe.

When we first met, I thought she was a cold, rational, cold-blooded, aloof fairy.

Goodbye, he is a swordsman who likes to show off and dislikes reasoning. His flaws must be repaid and he has a clear conscience.

Three mantras of swordsmanship that I remember to this day.

One sword seeks to have a clear conscience, two swords seek to prove the Dao, and three swords seek invincibility.

Now, there is a hint of cuteness that hates work and looks hateful.

The two of them seemed to have a little sympathy for each other.

"Miss Yun, why are you here? Don't you have a mission?" Lu Mingyuan asked. He remembered that the other party had a purpose for sneaking into the palace.

"Coming to you is part of the plan."

Yun Qinghe looked leisurely and said, crossing his arms and chest.

Her eyes kept moving around Lu Mingyuan, and she even opened her third eye to invisiblely check the luck trend on him.

But I found chaos.

Yun Qinghe's eyes condensed slightly.

Xu Changqing actually relied on this person for the future fortune of the Tianshi Mansion. Did he make a random decision, or did he have a fancy for something?

Since the white-clothed Celestial Master did this, he has banned all communication and cut off all channels for receiving insults. However, he was scolded bloody by the old Celestial Master and the Great Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain.

However, after scolding each other, both of them made fortune-telling calculations. After the calculation, they fell silent again.

Nothing more was said afterward.

The clues can be seen from this.

Old Celestial Master and Great Celestial Master are the two most senior Celestial Masters at the head of the twelve branches of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

If other heavenly masters are only at the twelfth level, then their cultivation has already reached the upper third level, and they have lived for thousands of years.

Their behavior can explain many problems.

Yun Qinghe crossed his arms and stared at him. He did not reveal the surprise in the Tianshi Mansion, but curved his eyebrows and said: "I came to see you, okay? I didn't expect that we haven't seen you for a month, and I feel that you are handsome again." Points? Is it my imagination?"

"Probably not."

"Stop being so pretty."

"By the way, a Buddhist representative is coming to your Dayan recently. Did you know?" Yun Qinghe was showing off her omnipotent know-how again.

"I don't know, who is it?"

"It is said that he is an Arhat who was born in Buddhism."

Lu Mingyuan didn't care, shook his head and said: "Arhat is probably around the tenth realm, and I, Dayan, have many such strong men."

Yun Qinghe said seriously: "Arhats are also divided into strong and weak ones. The tenth level is the Baijia Arhat, the eleventh level is the Thousand Questions Arhat, and the twelveth level is the Nirvana Arhat. The one who came to Dayan is exactly a Nirvana Arhat. "

"Baijia, Qianwen, Nirvana? This system sounds different from the three schools of Confucianism, Daoism and Martial Arts." Lu Mingyuan rarely remembers the names of realms because there are too many. Except for the martial arts system, which he knows well, he only needs to listen to the numbers. Yes, this saves you worry and effort.

Yun Qinghe chuckled lightly: "You still have little knowledge. Baijia means to untie a hundred shackles in the Arhat's heart. A thousand questions means a clear conscience, and you will have no regrets even if you ask a thousand times. Nirvana is many. To prepare for the great enlightenment, to be reborn after death, to shed the golden cicada to build the great road, to cast the great lotus, and to prepare for the great enlightenment, anyone who has passed through the great tribulation can call him Bodhisattva."

"This monk is fine, why are you here in Dayan?"

Yun Qinghe explained patiently: "The Dashuang Dynasty in the west of the Middle-earth world has been divided for hundreds of years, and now it is approaching unification. King Yinshuang has conquered Jinshuang and defeated Xiaoshuang for three years. Now that the three kings have gathered their efforts, they are already weak. The Dashuang Emperor has launched a challenge, and I guess it won’t be long before the Dashuang Dynasty will be renamed the Yinshuang Dynasty.”

"In order to ensure nothing goes wrong, King Yinshuang sent this monk to make good friends with the Great Yan Dynasty, hoping to gain your recognition from Great Yan."

"I see."

Lu Mingyuan finally understood after listening.

But he didn't expect that the Dashuang Dynasty, which had been divided for a long time, would be unified.

This is one of the few countries in the world of Middle-earth that is qualified to be called a dynasty.

Are you really so willing to surrender to Dayan?

He believes that it is a lie to get Dayan's recognition, but it is true to test Dayan's national conditions.

The Dayan Dynasty always liked to divide the country according to directions, which were called Siyi.

The islands in the east are barbarians, the north is di, the west is Rong, and the south is barbarian.

Even for the Dashuang Dynasty, it was difficult for Dayan to recognize it. The title of this dynasty was given by the previous dynasty, the Great Zhou Dynasty. By then, the Great Zhou Dynasty's national power was weakened and internal rebellion broke out. In order to appease Dashuang, the court gave a title to the dynasty. ,Still in use.

Dayan does not admit this statement.

How about you take the imperial edict from the previous dynasty and enjoy my great treatment?

All in all, the Dashuang Dynasty lasted for thousands of years, and its status was far inferior to that of Dayan.

In the eyes of other countries in the world, the Great Yan Dynasty is a veritable celestial kingdom, and even the current Sheng Ming is no match.

In the eyes of a small country, receiving the official seal from Dayan is something to be proud of.

In a noisy market in the Imperial Capital, there was a barefoot monk in white walking with a Zen staff in his hand and clasping his other hands together. His face was as handsome as a god, with no hair on his head, regular facial features, slightly long earlobes, and a man beside him. The team wore leopard print plush clothing and bearded ambassadors wearing scarves.

There were jugglers in the market who were doing their best, winning bursts of applause. The monk in white saw a small monkey tied to a wooden stake. It was so skinny that it had round eyes.

The monk squatted down, took out half a piece of hard dry biscuit, broke it into pieces, put it in the palm of his hand, and stretched it out to the skinny little monkey.

But it was frightened by the monk's kind deed, and fled backwards in panic. The chain was instantly stretched straight, and with a rebound, the little monkey covered in whip marks suddenly fell to the ground, curled up, and started whimpering.

The monk gently placed the broken dry biscuits near the wooden stake, broke the remaining half of the dry biscuits into pieces, and scattered them on the ground. Then he put down the water bag on his body, then stood up and retreated. .

The little monkey, who was suffering from cold and hunger, was really hungry. After the monk in white left, he timidly looked at his back, and finally mustered up the courage to grab a piece of broken cake. After returning to the place, he lowered his head and gnawed it away. Seeing that the monk was indifferent, he He became more and more courageous, so he ate another piece secretly, and repeated this process. He accidentally discovered that there was some water in the water bag, and went to take a sip.

In early autumn, the clear water in the bowl was actually a little warm, which made the little monkey feel comfortable. He looked at the monk's back and quickly disappeared into the crowded sea of ​​people.

It burped softly for the first time, stretched out its hand to scratch its skinny cheek, and blinked its big eyes.

The monk in white clothes closed his eyes and walked among the crowds. Even if he was accidentally bumped on the shoulder by a passerby, he never raised his head. Instead, he saluted with his right hand in front of his chest, nodded slightly, and continued to move forward.

From the outer city to the inner city, from south to north, there are many people walking on the road. If he sees a bug on the ground, he will put it beside the road.

The monk in white passed by an ancient temple with a few people on the way. Apparently no one was offering incense. There was a golden statue of Buddha in the temple. He saluted with one hand outside the door and slowly walked in. After bowing profusely, he burned a few sticks of incense before leaving. The Golden Body Temple.

After walking for a long time, the group arrived at Honglu Temple in the imperial city.

After a while, an official came out to receive him. The officials from the Ministry of Rites were followed by several green-robed officials.

The official of the Ministry of Rites had his eyes higher than his head and used his nostrils to look at people, but when he saw the handsome appearance of the monk in white, he looked spotless even if he walked barefoot. He was probably not a simple person.

He looked quite surprised. This was the first time he saw such a handsome monk. He was really shocked. It would be a pity not to go to the brothel to accompany the ladies in his boudoir.

So his attitude became a little more respectful, and he said cautiously: "I wonder who your Excellency is?"

The monk in white did not show any dissatisfaction because of the courtesy of the other party. He held a Zen staff in one hand and clasped his hands with the other, and said calmly: "Jiang Shan of Dajinchan Temple, from the Dashuang Dynasty, presented treasures to Great Yan, and wrote the book Then, it can help King Yinshuang achieve orthodoxy."

"Jiang Shan."

The official from the Ministry of Rites hissed, thinking that the name sounded familiar.

Definitely heard it somewhere.

It seems to be on the Dayandi newspaper.

Soon, he remembered.

The official of the Ministry of Etiquette glared and recalled in surprise: "I have remembered that you are the eminent monk who once chanted Buddhist scriptures and was saved in the ancient battlefield at the junction of the two countries, where 400,000 people were killed in a mass grave. All ghosts, Jiang Shan, who has saved the souls of misdeeds and achieved perfect merits and deeds, has become a half-Buddha."

"Exactly."

Jiang Shan didn't show any joy because of the other person's praise. He remained as calm as ever, neither happy with things nor sad with himself.

Knowing the identity of the visitor, the official of the Ministry of Rites suddenly became respectful, cupping his hands and saying, "I wonder what the holy monk wants to offer?"

"This thing."

Jiang Shan turned over his hand, and a crystal clear bead with bright golden light was revealed. A ray of light was a bit of terrifying energy. At this time, the light was overwhelming, the golden energy was soaring into the sky, and the entire Honglu Temple was filled with warm Buddha light.

It seems that as long as one is illuminated by the golden light, the demonic nature and desires in the heart will be driven away, and the whole person's soul and soul will be purified and baptized.

"This is our Dashuang national treasure, the Buddha's relic."

"Buddha's relics!"

When the officials of the Ministry of Rites saw this, they couldn't open their eyes at all and could only shout in shock.

This thing is a national treasure of Dashuang. King Yinshuang is actually willing to offer this thing?