The banquet was not complicated.
Because there were only two people at the table who knew Yi Xiaochuan's identity, one was the talisman master Yan Se, and the other was the Tang Emperor.
Even Li Qingshan, the leader of the South Gate of Haotian Dao who was present at the banquet, did not know who the young man in front of him, whom the Emperor Tang called a distinguished guest, was.
People from the Taoist sect are definitely not like that.
The disciples of the academy are definitely not one of them.
Buddhist sect, they are not Buddhist disciples.
As for the Demon Sect, it doesn’t seem likely, but it is possible.
People from Dahe Country
Li Qingshan secretly glanced at his senior brother Yan Se, but the sloppy old Taoist was holding a pot of wine and pretending to be stupid.
My mind is full of doubts.
"Li Qingshan, a toast to Mr. Yi!"
Yaoyao raised a glass of wine to Xiaoyi.
"So you are the Tang Dynasty's Imperial Master, the Southern Sect Master of Haotian Dao. Please come in!"
Yi Xiaochuan raised his glass. Before entering this world, Master Yan Se analyzed the information about the world and the Tang Kingdom.
Haotian Dao claims to be the only orthodox religion in the world and enjoys a high status in all countries. Taoist temples occupy countless fields and never pay taxes. The priests of each branch are of noble status and highly respected. For countries like Dahe Kingdom and Southern Jin, their monarchs even need the blessing and approval of the great priest from the Taoist headquarters in Xiling when they ascend the throne.
However, the status of Haotian Dao in the Tang Empire is far from being comparable to that of its peers in those countries.
Although the priest of the South Gate of Haotian Dao was named the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty, everyone in the world knew that the relationship between the South Gate of Haotian Dao and Xiling, where the Haotian Dao's heaven-worshipping center was located, had always been ambiguous. The right to seal and approve the masters of various Taoist temples in the Tang Dynasty was all in the hands of His Majesty the Emperor, and Xiling had no right to interfere.
Therefore, Haotian Dao was still high and mighty in other places. Even the smallest Taoist temples in the Tang Dynasty had to pay taxes. All the people in other places were followers of Haotian Dao, but in the Tang Dynasty, even the South Gate of Haotian Dao, which was controlled by the imperial court, had to send out practitioners to perform magic tricks on the streets for the people of the Tang Dynasty to watch...
The Tang Dynasty belongs to the people of the Tang Dynasty.
When Yan Se was saying this, the tone he spoke revealed that he was proud to be a Tang person.
He said that he was first a Tang person, and then a talisman master of the South Gate of Haotian Dao.
Oto Ogawa immediately developed a liking for this country.
Worthy of the word "Tang".
As for being deceived into stealing treasures and being captured as hostages, do you really think the earth is a soft persimmon
Not to mention Oshigawa's current strength, even with the support of China, no civilization can afford to mess with him.
"I am Huang Yang, and I am offering water instead of wine to Mr. Yi!"
Xiao Yi remembered Yan Se's evaluation of this monk, who called himself Huang Yang and now resides in Wanyan Pagoda Temple in the south of Chang'an. It is rumored that this man once traveled to an unknown place in the wilderness to practice supreme Buddhism. A few years ago, he met the current emperor of the Tang Dynasty by chance and became brothers with him. From then on, he was known as the younger brother of the Tang Dynasty. However, this monk practiced asceticism and usually sat in the Wanyan Pagoda to recite scriptures and translate books. He seldom interacted with people outside the temple.
This banquet did not involve any Dharma or Taoism, which made Li Qingshan and Master Huang Yang feel a little puzzled. However, it was a banquet hosted by the Emperor of Tang after all.
Yi Xiaochuan didn't talk about cultivation either. After all, he was not familiar with the cultivation system of this world.
Then, we can only talk about poetry, songs, and love.
Fortunately, Xiao Yi has read 300 Tang poems and is familiar with ancient and modern Chinese and foreign poems and songs.
…
In some unknown place, unknown place.
On the lakeside deep in the mountains, there are seven magnificent thatched houses. The houses are covered with straw and are cheap and shabby. They should not have any solemnity and luxury. However, the thatch on these houses is as green as gold and jade, and it looks extremely gorgeous despite years of dust and wind and rain.
This kind of thatch naturally has a very rich vitality of heaven and earth, can protect against wind, rain and cold, and can help people calm their minds. It has long been extinct in nature and can be said to be extremely precious.
There are only two places in the world where people are luxurious enough to use this kind of thatched roof to build houses. One is the thatched house by the lake where the seven volumes of the heavenly book are stored, and the other is the thatched house with wind blowing in from all sides where the teacher lives in the back mountain of the academy.
It seemed as if a gust of wind blew into a thatched house and opened a classic book.
Qingfeng was illiterate, but when he opened the black cover of the heavenly book, the first page that caught his eye was a piece of snow-white paper.
Then the wind started to blow, and many names appeared on the paper, including Yan Se, Wei Guangming, Liu Bai... the names of the most powerful cultivators in the world.
Among these names, there was a strange name, as if it was blurred, and it was hard to see clearly and no one knew what it was.
At this time, a Taoist suddenly appeared outside the thatched house, walked in respectfully, saw the vague name, was shocked, and hurried away.
Not long after, the Xiling Temple shook.
…
And it was at a certain moment before Yi Xiaochuan followed Yan Se to this world.
In the academy, Chen Pipi, the twelfth teacher of the academy who mastered the Tongtian Pills, showed a look of grief. He unscrewed the cap of a crystal clear small porcelain bottle, carefully poured a pill into his palm, and then put it into the mouth of a dying person.
The pills were slightly dull in color, without any luster or strange smell. They did not attract hundreds of birds singing in the night sky. They just emitted a faint herbal scent, which seemed very ordinary.
She put the pill into his mouth, picked up the bowl of water beside him and drank it, then pressed her palm gently on his chest to help him digest the medicine, muttering to herself and complaining constantly, with an expression of sadness and regret on her face.
After an unknown amount of time, the dying man finally regained some color, but was still in a coma.
At this time, the night was already deep.
"Pipi, come out for a moment!"
"Hey, the second brother is here..."
Putting the dying man down, the chubby little fat boy quickly ran out the door.
"Second Brother!" He bowed very solemnly. It was dark at night and he couldn't see the man's face clearly. He could only see a very tall crown.
"Well, the master asked me to ask you, do you still have one Tongtian Pill?"
"scare!"
The little fat boy opened his mouth, twirled his fat fingers, and whispered, "This... that..."
"Are you there? Or not? I won't ask you for the Tongtian Pills. I will return them to you when the time comes."
"This was here yesterday, but it's gone now!"
"kindness?"
"I... I... I gave it to Ning Que..."
The precious Tongtian Pills were dissolved in water and slowly seeped down through the throat. Before it reached the stomach, it turned into a faint medicinal power, as faint as the divine glow of stars, and dissipated among his internal organs.
Looking at Ning Que lying unconscious on the bed, the little fat man knew that even if he cut open his stomach and threw it into the alchemy furnace for refining, he would not be able to restore the Tongtian Pill.
"Second Brother, did I do something wrong?"
"Are there any Tongtian Pills left in the temple?"
"There should be... maybe... maybe... there is more!"