When Li Ping came back from the palace, of course he could not mention the dispute in the palace to Zuo Wuji. He just tried to say nice things to show that the emperor knew what Zuo Wuji meant and did not force anything. However, he also mentioned in the implied meaning of his words that other immortal masters in the imperial study seemed to have some complaints.
Zuo Wuji and Ji Yuan could tell that Li Ping actually hoped that Zuo Wuji would take Li Feng away as soon as possible, even if it was just to go back to his hometown Kuinan first.
But it is obvious that Ji Yuan will not leave for the time being, nor will he let Zuo Wuji and Li Feng leave directly, because Zhu Yan is still eyeing the capital city, and seems to have some unusual relationship with other immortal masters in the court.
After Li Ping left, Zuo Wuji still practiced martial arts with Li Feng, while Ji Yuan stood in front of the desk in the room, writing on paper and thinking about things at the same time.
If Zhu Yan came to the capital suddenly, how could he have behaved with Master Tang like old friends in such a short period of time, and even entered the palace together
There is an unwritten understanding and rule between the Southern Wilderness Mountains and the righteous path. For many years, the two sides have been non-aggression to each other, at least there has been no large-scale invasion. There are also immortal sects that have close exchanges with the Southern Wilderness Mountains.
Although Zhu Yan's previous behavior was very aggressive and seemed a bit reckless to Ji Yuan, it did not mean that he had no wisdom. If he was really the incarnation of a chess player, then one should consider how many chess pieces he had and where they were.
"If Zhu Yan had also won a part of the Dao of Heaven and Earth, then if he died, what would happen to the karmic law created by his Dao and the sentient beings who obtained this karmic law?"
Ji Yuan whispered this, referring to the chess pieces and chess pieces, just in a different way of saying them. After a long time, the hoarse voice of Xiezhi was heard.
"The Zhu Yan in the capital is just an incarnation. His real body is trapped in the wilderness, so he cannot be killed. However, his current incarnation must have consumed a lot of his true energy and strength. If it is destroyed, his vitality will be greatly damaged. It will be difficult for him to have much influence on this world in the short term."
"Too."
Ji Yuan nodded. Zhu Yan was one of the most ferocious beasts in ancient times. It would be extremely difficult to kill it.
"Ji Yuan, we can try to get Zuo Wuji to leave here directly in two days. Then Zhu Yan might chase him..."
"No, he may not be fooled, and this move is too risky. If I let Zuo Wuji leave, Zhu Yan will definitely not be able to calculate where they are. But Zhu Yan doesn't know that I won't do this. In his eyes, Zuo Wuji and Li Feng will leave soon. Even if he thinks highly of himself, he certainly doesn't have complete confidence that he can find Zuo Wuji without my interference."
Xiezhi was silent for a while and said in a hoarse voice.
"That makes sense... Do you have a plan?"
Ji Yuan slowly raised his head, his pair of dark eyes were unfocused, as if he was looking into the distance.
"Let's not talk about Zuo Wuji for now. Let me make an assumption. If Zhu Yan also has ideas about the Xiayong Dynasty itself, and has a special relationship with those immortal sects, who would be the most troublesome to him?"
This time Xiezhi answered quickly.
"Isn't that you?"
Ji Yuan paused and said helplessly.
"Excluding me?"
"That should be the young monk Mo Yun. Buddhism still has a great influence in the Xia Yong Dynasty, and this young monk Mo Yun has a decisive influence."
"good!"
The drawing paper on the table was pitch black. The only thing that was noticeable was a bright moon, above which the shadow of a three-legged toad appeared and disappeared from time to time.
…
That night, when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, there was silence inside and outside the pagoda in the palace. The few monks in the pagoda had all fallen asleep. Only Monk Puhui was still standing outside the pagoda, chanting sutras silently, while Old Monk Moyun was still meditating in the meditation room on the third floor.
It was midnight, and the sound of the night watchman's gong had just passed. Monk Puhui stopped reading the scriptures and looked up at the sky. At this time, a dark cloud was covering the bright moon.
"Tonight is a night of great moonlight, a night of great beauty, the sky should be cloudless!"
Monk Puhui frowned, glanced up at the pagoda, then lowered his head and continued chanting. However, the scripture had been changed from the previous "Ming Xin Zen Sutra" to the "Mahāraṇa Sutra" of the Wrathful Vajra King.
In the distant sky, Zhu Yan also looked up at the bright moon that was gradually covered by dark clouds and snorted coldly.
"Dead Toad..."
Dark clouds obscured the bright moon. Zhu Yan also lowered his head to look at the pagoda in the palace. He touched the hard short beard on his chin, a smile appeared on his face. He reached behind his ear with one hand, grabbed out a hair that was shining with spiritual light, and then blew it gently in the direction of the pagoda.
“Hu…Hu…”
The wind blew the hair towards the pagoda.
In the meditation room on the third floor of the pagoda, old monk Mo Yun was sitting with his eyes closed. There were several rows of candles beside the wall of the meditation room and in front of old monk Mo Yun, but the candlelight suddenly flickered at this moment.
The old monk Mo Yun opened his eyes suddenly, frowned and looked around. The doors and windows were not open, but there was a gust of wind blowing.
"Where did this evil wind come from, evil spirit, please don't disturb the peaceful place of my Buddhist sect!"
The first few words of the old monk's sentence were neither light nor heavy, but the last few words were as loud as thunder, and only echoed in this meditation room, causing the candlesticks to shake slightly, and the evil wind disappeared directly.
Seeing the candlelight calm down again, Monk Mo Yun looked thoughtful, and he turned the rosary in his hand but could not figure out the cause and effect.
'Hehehe... Hahahaha...'
A very magnetic and strange voice sounded in the heart of Monk Mo Yun, which startled the latter.
"Who? Who disturbed my peace?"
'Who? Who do you say it is? I am your inner demon~ Moyun... I know the desires hidden deep in your heart, I know all your details... Hahahahaha...'
Listening carefully, this voice is 90% similar to Mo Yun's, except that the remaining 1% is extremely weird and evil.
Buddha's light appeared in the eyes of the old monk Mo Yun, and he scanned the room.
"Humph, that's nonsense, you evil creature. If you don't show up, I will not be polite to you!"
'What do you mean by rude? How can you be rude to yourself? I am you and you are me. Have you forgotten why you became a monk? Have you forgotten what you did after you became a monk?'
This kind of heart-opening questioning is very skillful and is also a very dangerous and vicious way to shake people's hearts. When Mo Yun heard this devilish sound, he already knew how powerful it was and immediately began to sit cross-legged and chant scriptures. This is definitely a method used by the devil.
'Hahahahahaha... chanting sutras, even the Buddha can't save you... Think about it carefully...'
Some things in one's mind are constantly magnified. Sometimes, the more one tries not to think about something and the more one wants to forget something, the more this thing will come to mind. Even a great monk like Mo Yun cannot concentrate for long under the influence of external forces like Zhu Yan, and some fragmentary thoughts grow in his mind.
Some scenes from his youth flashed by quickly, and some wrong thoughts from his youth also kept flashing by, causing sweat to appear on Monk Moyun's forehead and his chanting became louder and louder.
"Puhui-Puhui-"
He called out to his apprentice several times, but no one answered.
Above the pagoda, Zhu Yan smiled again, stretched out his hand towards somewhere in the palace, summoned another breeze, and then blew the wind into the pagoda.
Monk Moyun now knew that the external demon that was entangled with him was no trivial matter, so he took out his magic tools one by one. Among them were two statues of Mingwang carved from white jade, one with eight arms and angry eyes, and the other lying down with eyes drooping.
"Good be to the Buddha of Great Wisdom King, your disciple Moyun, today I am facing the moment of the devil, I respectfully invite the Buddha of Great Wisdom King Dharma to descend - descend - descend -"
Rumble, rumble, rumble…
Mo Yun's voice was like thunder, shaking the entire pagoda.
The rubble on the pagoda was shaking, but the monk Puhui under the pagoda was chanting sutras, as if he didn't notice anything. Not only him, but also the palace guards, eunuchs and palace maids outside the pagoda felt the same.
"Hehe, Ming Wang?"
Zhu Yan sneered from high in the sky, and the magnetic voice in the pagoda sounded again.
"You cannot obtain the Dharma from the Vajra King. Your heart is full of filth and evil thoughts. How can you allow the Vajra King to come? Look over there, and you still say you are a pure monk?"
Although no one was pointing, the old monk Mo Yun seemed to know something and looked directly in that direction.
"Ah? Queen Li? Concubine Wang? Oh no!"
Monk Mo Yun just took a glance and quickly turned his head away, because the two young concubines were lying almost naked on the bedding where he usually rested, and their snow-white skin was flushed at the moment. They hugged each other, entangled and twisted together, and moaned from their mouths.
"Master, Imperial Master..."
"National Master, come quickly..."
The voices of the two concubines were trembling, and the old monk Mo Yun was so furious that his hair stood on end.
"You evil creature, how dare you ruin my reputation, and the reputation of the royal family—"
At the same time, a eunuch holding a lamp passed by the pagoda in the palace outside the pagoda. He looked at the shaking pagoda and raised his head. It was Ji Yuan.
"I didn't expect that you would use such a dirty trick instead of force!"
"Haha, I have to say, this is very effective, isn't it? You don't even have to worry about whether others believe it or not!"
Xiezhi's smiling words also rang in Ji Yuan's ears.
"Yes, that would be the case if Ji was not here!"
…
On the pagoda, the old monk Foyin, who was full of anger, sighed and calmed down as if he had accepted his fate. With sweat still on his cheeks, he slowly walked to the window, opened it, and looked up at the sky.
"Good, Great Ming King Buddha! Is my inner demon in heaven?"
At this moment, Zhu Yan saw the look in the old monk Mo Yun's eyes and was startled, suddenly having a bad premonition.
At this moment, Tiangang suddenly began to change, as if the sky was pressing down at once, causing Zhu Yan to look up subconsciously.
"What? The sky is fake!"
The outline of the sky in the field of vision seemed to have edges, but these corners were constantly extending in all directions. If there were an expert who could overlook the capital city of Xia Yong from a considerable height at this moment, he would find that there was a huge painting that was constantly extending. However, this painting was obviously the back, and one could not see what was on the front. However, it was covered with large characters that glowed with spiritual light, and it covered the capital city of Xia Yong in just a moment.
At this moment, Ji Yuan, who was wearing eunuch clothes on the ground, had a scroll in his hand. With a slight shake of his right hand, the scroll came out from the ground, as if ignoring all kinds of buildings, and turned into a scroll that combined the real and the virtual. It was also constantly getting bigger, and in an instant it had reached the sight.
"Last time we set up the formation in a hurry, but this time we prepared for more than a month, so it won't be the same!"
As Ji Yuan was laughing, all the changes had already taken place, so fast that Zhu Yan couldn't react in time. Or rather, even though he reacted, he was unable to make the correct decision to escape immediately because he thought too highly of himself.
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