Emperor Yan!
The middle-aged man who just walked past turned out to be the current emperor of the Yanwu Dynasty. -.79xs.-
All the doubts in Xiao Chen's heart were solved. No wonder the emperor's aura in this man was ten times or even a hundred times higher than that of many princes. No wonder his momentum, after accommodating himself, didn't feel any discomfort.
In the whole world, could it be the royal land
As long as you are in the Yanwu Dynasty, you are equivalent to being in the other party's small world all the time, and this small world has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years. In conjunction with the 108 princes, 3,000 aristocratic families, and hundreds of sects, all the forces attached to them will invisibly increase the luck and strength of the dynasty.
Even Xiao Chen himself, being in it, will invisibly enhance the dynasty's heritage.
It's just too small and can be ignored, but if it lasts for a long time, it won't necessarily matter.
The old doubts are gone, and new ones are immediately born.
He had just demolished almost half of the imperial capital and made a big fuss about his son's wedding, making him a big joke in front of everyone in the world.
I, as a man, actually have the leisure to come to Lingyin Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.
Even when he saw Xiao Chen, he had no anger or murderous intention at all, and it was completely impossible to guess what he was thinking.
"Weird..."
Xiao Chen muttered in his heart, very puzzled.
"Let's go, let's go. Don't stand there stupidly. In Lingyin Temple, even if he is the Emperor Yan, he won't dare to do anything to you. Don't worry."
Xing Shang thought that Xiao Chen was afraid of the existence of Emperor Yan and did not dare to go up the mountain, so he quickly comforted him.
Xiao Chen was not worried about his safety in Lingyin Temple, he was just a little confused, and asked Yan Chen to continue leading the way without an explanation.
After a while, the ten-mile journey arrived in an instant.
The faint fragrance floated before, and came with the wind, faintly. When we arrived in front of the temple, under the moonlit osmanthus trees, we could not smell the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.
"The ancient road in the green pine forest, the cold mountain covered with white snow. The winding path leads to the secluded place, which is Lingyin Temple."
Xiao Chen softly recited the poem that Emperor Yan just said, and looked at the simple plaque in front of the door, still a little unbelievable.
This place is actually Lingyin Temple.
Not to mention the magnificent temples on the mountain, even the welcoming hall at the foot of the mountain for pilgrims is much better than Lingyin Temple.
Back to Basics
Xiao Chen frowned slightly. Returning to nature emphasizes casualness and naturalness, and deliberately made it so simple, it seemed artificial.
Given the status and strength of Lingyin Temple, the temple is built in a grand and majestic manner, which makes it seem more down to earth.
"Isn't Lingyin Temple difficult to find? Why, other pilgrims said that they couldn't find it everywhere. Could it be that this is still a forbidden place?"
Unable to hold back the doubts in his heart, Xiao Chen asked.
Xingshang smiled faintly and said softly: "This is really not a forbidden place. When ordinary pilgrims come in, the brothers and sisters in the temple will also treat each other with courtesy. They explain Buddhist scriptures, serve tea and water, and the etiquette is thoughtful. But do you think that these People would really think this place is Lingyin Temple, I’m afraid they just think it’s a temple with the same name.”
"Don't think too much about it. I know you are disappointed, but this is really Lingyin Temple. I grew up here. Just like my family, I won't lie to you."
Yan Chen's young face was full of smiles. Thinking about it, he thought it was a happy thing to bring Xiao Chen to his home as a guest.
As Yanchen entered the temple, other monks passed by from time to time.
When seeing Yan Chen, he must show respect to his luggage, call him "uncle, little master," and then leave quickly.
Thinking about the bad luck of the little demon monk with a silver knife, these junior fellow apprentices have already experienced it.
Yanchen looked a little embarrassed. Whenever this happened, he laughed and quickly introduced things about the temple to Xiao Chen to change the topic.
"Xuyun Palace?"
Arriving at a backyard near the mountain, Xiao Chen looked at the writing on the wall and thought to himself.
It's obviously a courtyard, but it's written as a palace, which is interesting.
Thinking about how majestic the Tianlong Palace is, the courtyard in front of you is completely incomparable.
"My master lives here. Come on, I'll take you in."
Entering the courtyard, the ground is covered with fallen leaves, which rustle when you step on them, like walking on snow.
Although the courtyard is simple, it is not small in area. There are several adjacent wing rooms.
Under an old tree in the courtyard, two people were playing chess.
A man is holding a long sword in his arms, his facial features are as sharp as a knife, with sharp angles, extraordinary handsomeness, and an extraordinary temperament.
Xiao Chen took a closer look and was shocked. Wasn't this the Su Hanshan he had just seen
The person facing him was wearing a brocade robe, with sleeves as gaudy as a skirt. The skin on the face is delicate and smooth, and the delicate facial features come together to form a handsome face with a peerless appearance.
But it didn't make people feel distant, it looked quite soft, and combined with the delicate and smooth face, it made people feel unexpectedly gentle.
He was undecided about his move, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he didn't know where the chess piece should land.
Eh... why does it feel familiar, but I just can't remember it.
While Xiao Chen was thinking, the man raised his head and looked at Xiao Chen, his frown unfurled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled.
In an instant, as if winter has gone away, spring has arrived quietly.
A smile contains "spring", this "spring" is not that "spring". It is a gentle spring breeze that melts the ice and snow, and hundreds of flowers come first. Once the spring breeze blows, a group of flowers bloom.
Xiao Chen was stunned on the spot, his heart felt like a wilderness, thousands of horses galloping, whizzing past, like thunder, rolling incessantly.
This is... uncle beggar
No, this is Spring Snow Swordsman, Panhuang!
They are two completely different painting styles. What makes him even more incredible is that the two of them seemed to have come to Lingyin Temple at the same time.
"Brother Xiao Chen, I didn't expect you to come to Lingyin Temple."
When Panhuang saw Xiao Chen, his eyes lit up and he was about to come over.
But when he was about to stand up, Su Hanshan's sword fell on his shoulder, forcing him down.
"Hurry up and make your move. I'll have better eyesight. If you want to give up, admit defeat first."
Su Hanshan looked calm and said in an indifferent tone.
Xiao Chen felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward, and he felt uncomfortable walking over. He didn't know how to deal with it.
"Who are you two? Why are you in my master's courtyard? This place is not accessible to pilgrims. Leave quickly, leave quickly."
A trace of doubt flashed in Xingshang's eyes, and he looked at the two strangers with a look of confusion in his eyes.
He immediately strode over, ready to chase people away.
Su Hanshan and Pan Huang saw a flash of surprise in their eyes when they saw Xing Shang coming.
Su Hanshan put away his sword, jumped lightly, and landed on the courtyard wall before Xing Shang could get closer.
Panhuang's figure flashed and appeared on the courtyard wall as if teleporting. Both of them seemed to be a little afraid of this model.
As if he could see through the bad luck contained in him, he didn't dare to touch it.
"What a fast movement!" Yan Chen's eyes lit up and he wanted to continue chasing.
"No rudeness!"
Just as Xiao Chen was about to open his mouth to remind him, a soft drink stopped Yan Chen, but Master Xuyun appeared.
Once in Longtenghou Mansion, Xiao Chen met Master Xushen once, and the two of them were considered acquaintances.
"master."
Yanchen jumped and landed in front of Master Xuyun, pointed at Su Hanshan and said, "Who are these two people?"
"The abbot's distinguished guests came to stay at my place, and you disturbed them."
"Haha, Master Xuyun is joking, not to mention disturbing. Is this the filial piety that he had back then? At first sight, he really lives up to his reputation."
The two Panhuangs had already fallen down again, looking at Yanchen with curious expressions.
"That's good. The two donors are busy first, I want to entertain donor Xiao."
After some courtesy, Xiao Chen was introduced to the tea room in the palace by Master Xuyun, who made tea himself.
"Donor Xiao, you are really well. Counting the time, we haven't seen each other for ten years."
Master Xuyun handed over a cup of brewed tea and chuckled.
After taking the tea cup, Xiao Chen did not rush to taste it, but said in a deep voice: "Thank you, Master, for taking action this time, otherwise it would have been a lot of trouble."
Su Hanshan and Panhuang were both there. Obviously Master Xuyun did not know anything about the things under the mountain as Xingshang said.
"You're welcome. But since I'm here, let's stay in Lingyin Temple for a few days. Even if there is no such thing, I would like to invite Donor Xiao, my little wife."
Master Xuyun smiled slightly, unhurriedly and hugely.
Xiao Chen was thoughtful, and the other party probably had other intentions, but since Wei said that, he didn't ask.
At the same time, in the main hall of Lingyin Temple.
After Emperor Chaoyan finished offering incense alone, he looked at the statue of Buddha Kassapa, held a bamboo stick, and said in a deep voice: "Is my pick good or bad?"
Emperor Yan draws lots and the result of the test, whether he likes it or not, will inevitably affect the entire Yanwu Dynasty.
Abbot Xuye of Lingyin Temple walked out from the side, took the bamboo stick, and after a while, he sighed softly: "Let's sign the bamboo stick."