After the old immortal master left, Li Ping pulled Li Feng inside and asked in a low voice.
"Is that martial artist really Zuo Wusheng?"
Li Feng looked up at his father, nodded and whispered.
"Indeed..."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? When did you know him? Is he a liar?"
"Impossible! Hero Zuo is not a liar. We have known each other for a long time. He also stayed in the Nichen Temple before. I met him when I went there. He even saved me. At that time, a monster appeared in the city, and Hero Zuo just found a flat stick and beat it to death!"
Li Ping nodded thoughtfully and patted Li Feng on the shoulder.
"Okay, you go down first. Dad will ask the kitchen to prepare another delicious meal tonight. You talk to that hero Zuo first. I will invite him in person when I come back later."
"Dad, you want to go out?"
Hearing Li Feng's words, Li Ping smiled and rubbed his head.
"Yes, Dad had to go out for official business, but was delayed by the visit of Master Tang. Don't worry, Dad will be back soon."
Li Ping hurriedly left the official residence, but did not go to the government office. Instead, he went straight to the imperial palace. However, he did not go to see the emperor either. Instead, he went straight to a place in the imperial palace called Tianjian Pagoda, which was a Buddhist pagoda where the national master Moyun usually practiced.
Judging from the reaction of Master Tang just now, the Zuo Wuji mentioned by Li Feng was most likely not an impostor, so after careful consideration, Li Ping thought that the safest thing to do was to confirm the matter with Master Mo Yun.
As Li Ping arrived near the pagoda, he seemed to feel calmer. Faint Buddhist sounds could be heard from inside the pagoda. A young monk was standing outside the pagoda. When he saw Li Ping coming, he took the initiative to step forward.
"Master Li, my master has a guest coming to visit, so he has ordered me to wait here. Master Li, please come in!"
"Oh, thank you Master Pu Hui."
"Master Li, you are too polite. Please!"
The young monk opened the door of the pagoda for Liping and politely extended his hand to invite Liping in.
Li Ping followed the monk into the pagoda, and then went up floor by floor. He did not reach the top floor, but stopped at the third floor. Normally, the holy monk Mo Yun lived here.
“Knock, knock, knock…” “Master, Master Li is here!”
The young monk knocked on the door and announced something, and the voice of Monk Mo Yun was heard from inside.
"come in!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened by itself. Monk Mo Yun was sitting on a cushion facing the door, looking towards it with his eyes open.
"Master, Li Ping is so presumptuous to visit you!"
Even though there are many immortals who have descended upon the country to determine the fate of the Xiayong Dynasty, the holy monk Moyun, who has been assisting the Xiayong royal family for many years, is still the national preceptor. The current emperor has never thought of changing the national preceptor, and the senior officials in the court also respect the national preceptor, naturally including Liping.
"Good be to the Great Ming King Buddha, Lord Li came in a hurry, but what urgent matter did you encounter?"
Monk Moyun didn't need any magical powers, he knew that Li Ping had come all the way here by looking at the sweat on his forehead and his slight breathing.
"I can't hide it from you, Imperial Master."
Li Ping subconsciously looked back, then took a few steps closer to the national teacher.
"Master, you should still remember that Immortal Tang wanted to take me as his disciple, right?"
Monk Mo Yun frowned slightly.
"Lord Li, I should have warned you not to talk too much about your son's affairs in the court."
Li Ping looked ashamed.
"Yes, yes, the Imperial Master did warn me, but I was drunk and said something out of turn at the banquet where His Majesty was receiving the immortal masters. Sigh..."
The old monk Mo Yun looked at Li Ping indifferently. It was not clear whether he really spoke out of turn after drinking, but the matter was done and he did not say anything.
"Then Immortal Tang is indeed a very good cultivator. You, Lord Li, should be very happy. Why do you look so worried?"
Li Ping actually concealed his expression very well, but the old monk Mo Yun could tell at a glance that he was worried. Sure enough, after being pointed out, Li Ping omitted the polite remarks he had originally prepared.
"Master, to be honest, I am in a dilemma right now. My son came to Beijing, and Immortal Tang was very pleased with him. It would be a great thing for our Li family's ancestors, but he has always refused to accept Immortal Tang as his master..."
Monk Mo Yun looked at Li Ping. If the other party had asked him to persuade Li Feng, he would never move. However, Li Ping's next words quickly made him realize that he was wrong.
"Li originally thought that the child was shy, but he was actually obsessed with learning martial arts. Originally, martial arts were just minor techniques in the mortal world, so it would be best for him to learn immortal skills. But I didn't expect... I didn't expect that the person who taught the child martial arts was actually the Martial Saint, the world-famous hero Zuo Wuji!"
Monk Mo Yun's drooping eyes suddenly widened.
"What? Zuo Wuji? Lord Li, you..."
The old monk Mo Yun stopped talking midway and kept turning his rosary beads while muttering Buddhist scriptures.
After a moment, he looked up again and looked at Liping with shock.
While chanting the sutras and calculating just now, Monk Mo Yun seemed to be able to see a vague surge of blood and energy in the distance. The light of martial arts spread out all his fantasy of scriptures and shook him out of his meditative state.
"This martial luck, if not the Martial Saint himself, must be a martial arts master of similar level!"
"Master, is this martial arts a minor skill of the mortal world? Nowadays, everyone is building a Confucian temple and a martial temple. They all say that the destiny of civil and military affairs is determined by this, but I still have many doubts about this. Can civil governance and martial arts really be upgraded through this?"
Monk Mo Yun shook his head slightly. Even a capable official like Li Ping in the court only had some understanding of this, let alone others.
"Lord Li, the so-called civil and military luck is the great luck that is reported to the heaven and earth and determines the fate of the universe. It is the cornerstone of the true rise of the human race. It cannot be achieved without infinite wisdom and endless opportunities. But Yunzhou Dazhen was able to create such an earth-shaking move, and he is indeed worthy of the hometown of the two saints of civil and military..."
Master Mo Yun paused for a moment, then continued.
"I'm sure Lord Li has heard of these two saints, the civil and military saints, many times. One is Yin Zhaoxian, the current head of the prime ministers of Dazhen. Lord Li is also a scholar. What do you think of Lord Yin?"
Li Ping thought for a moment before answering.
"Mr. Yin's books and articles are now secretly published in my Xia Yong Dynasty. I have also had the honor of reading some of them. Judging from his writings, he must be a man of great talent and the ability to educate the world. What's more rare is that his writing is upright and awe-inspiring, yet also well-balanced. It is really rare..."
"Well, I can also tell Lord Li that if scholars with lofty ambitions and integrity read more of Yin Gong's articles, they will nourish the righteousness in their bodies and cultivate their spirituality through reading. After the Great Zhen Fengshan, after the establishment of Confucian temples in various places, this power will be further enhanced, and even the good articles in the world will gradually help the scholars to nourish their spirituality. This is no longer illusory."
"What about the Martial Saint?"
The old monk Mo Yun looked at Li Ping indifferently and did not mention the Martial Saint Zuo Wuji directly.
"The way of martial arts is slightly different from the way of literature. One achieves the way through martial arts, tempers oneself, and advances bravely, like fire and dragon. The way of martial arts is the way of strength, the way of the strong who bravely take the lead and punch to break the shackles. In the past, the cultivation world often said that martial arts are just a minor trick of the mortal world. This may be true, but the way of martial arts is definitely not. Those who practice martial arts without understanding their meaning are just practicing martial arts, while those who understand their meaning and are determined to make progress will gain a martial soul and understand the way of martial arts..."
"What about Ming Wu Dao?"
Li Ping asked hurriedly, but the old monk Mo Yun just smiled.
“As the old monk as I said, the way of martial arts is the way of strength. For masters like the Martial Saint, if a monster blocks the way, then the monster will be destroyed; if a demon harms people, then the demon will be killed; if an immortal despises the immortal, then the immortal will be killed… Martial Saint Zuo Wuji, whose name was known to the world for the battle at the Black Desolate Ten Thousand Demons Banquet, encountered a demon riot while traveling in Tianyu Continent, and voluntarily let himself be captured by the demons and taken to the Human and Animal Cave Heaven. Only when he arrived at the demon camp did he suddenly show his fangs, and killed monsters and demons all the way from the Demon Cave Heaven. Countless monsters died at his hands, and he used martial arts as a pen, and wrote the sage's principles in blood. All the warriors and mortals who witnessed his success bowed down to him, calling him the 'Martial Saint'. The Literary Saint was flattered by the world, but the Martial Saint was killed with one punch and one kick!”
Li Ping trembled all over when he heard this. Thinking of Zuo Wuji fighting with a mortal body in the cave full of monsters, he got goose bumps all over his body and asked with a slightly trembling voice.
"Then, how does the Martial Saint compare to Immortal Tang?"
The old monk Mo Yun sighed. Lord Li has finally become so snobbish. No wonder he only thinks the Sage of Literature has brilliant literary talent when reading his book.
"Hey, Lord Li, you're joking. In terms of magical changes and elegant literary works, I think Immortal Tang is better than Zuo Wusheng. However, in terms of cultivation and strength, I'm afraid that ten Tang Pus are no match for the Martial Saint. More importantly, if the Martial Saint can stay in our dynasty, as long as he can regard himself as half a Xia Yong person, he will definitely win amazing martial fortunes for the dynasty!"
Li Ping nodded and saluted solemnly to the imperial master again.
"Thank you for your guidance, Imperial Master. Li Ping will take his leave now!"
Master Moyun did not try to persuade him to stay, but stood up from the cushion and returned the greeting.
"Master Li, take care. Puhui, please see Master Li off."
“Yes, Master!”
Li Ping politely left the monk's room and waited for Monk Puhui to close the door before going out together. After leaving the pagoda and paying respect to Monk Puhui, Li Ping hurried home without stopping.
At the same time, Ji Yuan was grinding ink in the house. The "Sword Intent Post" was placed on the table. He had to brush ink for the little characters every day these days. The previous battle had seriously damaged the vitality of these character spirits, but they were all so well-behaved, which made Ji Yuan feel distressed. He didn't even feel that they were noisy when they were shouting.
“Boom boom boom…”
The door was open, but Zuo Wuji still knocked on it instead of going in directly. Ji Yuan didn't even look up, but just asked Zuo Wuji to come in.
"Master Zuo, please come in."
Zuo Wuji walked into the house and looked at the hundreds of small characters on "Sword Intent Post". Each character seemed to have its own breathing rhythm, as if they were all practicing.
"Mr. Ji, I heard that Tang is here again today."
"Well, what, are you anxious?"
Zuo Wuji said helplessly.
"Although Li Feng is a bit rebellious, he has been taught by you to be very polite, and he is also very afraid of his father. Maybe he will obey after a while. You also said that he cannot learn the spirit control technique at all now."
"Yes, so, Mr. Zuo, when Li Ping comes to ask you for help, you must agree to him and accept Li Feng as your apprentice."
"But the person Li Feng wants to worship is you."
Ji Yuan raised his head and looked at Zuo Wuji who continued to grind the ink.
"Let's not talk about whether Li Feng meets the requirements for me to be his disciple. I am now trapped in a whirlpool and cannot bring Li Feng with me. Moreover, I cannot teach him immortal arts or martial arts. Where else in the world can I learn martial arts better than you, the Martial Saint?"
Zuo Wuji smiled bitterly.
"Mr. Ji, please stop making fun of me. My title of Martial Saint is fine, but the rumors are getting more and more exaggerated. The other day, you and Zhu Yan were fighting, and I could only run around on the ground..."
Ji Yuan stopped grinding the ink at this moment. When he looked up, he saw a man leaning against the door. It was Zhu Yan with short white beard and hair.
"It's already good that you, Zuo Wuji, can escape, but you can go one step further and become even stronger, so strong that even the True Immortal Kings, the Heavenly Demons and the True Devils will be terrified!"
Zuo Wuji turned around slowly, looked at Zhu Yan warily, and sneered.
"We are still discussing how to teach Li Feng martial arts, but you really want to teach me martial arts?"
Zhu Yan glanced past Zuo Wuji and looked at Ji Yuan who was holding a pen. The pen was across Ji Yuan's hand, but it was like a sword, with a frightening sword intent permeating. He knew that the key to breaking through Zuo Wuji was not the Martial Saint himself, but Ji Yuan.
"Mr. Ji, we didn't know each other until we fought. I've said before that there are big secrets between heaven and earth. You and I don't have to fight to the death!"
Zhu Yan felt that a forceful approach might not work in such a hasty situation, so he tried a soft approach.