Chapter 772 Princess Pingyao
The carriage was driving on the official road at the city gate, queuing to enter the city.
When Grandpa Wu in the jar heard Li Muyang's question, he said to the huge Buddha statue on the side of the road.
"Great Light Buddha? This guy is very strong. When I was alive, I often fought with him. We were often tied and on par with each other. He can be said to be a very difficult and powerful Buddha."
"But after the dark catastrophe, this guy has been missing for 10,000 years. It stands to reason that he should have been dead long ago. How could he appear here?"
Grandpa Wu was as shameless as ever. He started with "I used to XXX", which was obviously nonsense.
But in its self-boasting, it can extract some real information from the small details.
At least even Grandpa Wu, who is knowledgeable and has information comparable to a search engine, doesn't know that the Great Light Buddha has been resurrected.
According to history, the Great Light Buddha had already perished in the dark catastrophe 10,000 years ago.
So who is this Great Light Buddha in the Great Zhou Imperial City?
Li Muyang took Ding Liang's carriage into the city with doubts.
The situation in the city was normal.
The streets were bustling and people were coming and going. It was a prosperous city with a lot of people.
Although there were many monks wearing monk robes and walking in groups in the noisy crowd, these monks did not affect the lives of ordinary people in the city.
The ordinary people in the city did not interfere with these monks who were practicing and wandering.
Except for the large number of monks, the last city of the Great Zhou Dynasty was no different from the past.
The near collapse of the dynasty did not affect the prosperity of this capital.
Li Muyang looked at the bustling market and was quite surprised.
But before their carriage continued to move forward, a group of soldiers and a group of monks suddenly appeared on the road ahead.
The monks mixed with the soldiers and stopped in front of the carriage.
Then a heroic general wearing armor and holding a long spear appeared on a war horse from the end of the street.
He rode his warhorse to the carriage of Li Muyang and his companions, dismounted, and respectfully saluted the carriage.
"We are following the Buddha's order to welcome Master Jie Zi and Princess Pingyao back to Beijing!"
This heroic general, and the soldiers and monks he led, all had yellow blood bars on their heads.
At least for now, they are not enemies.
Li Muyang squinted at the reaction in the street market. When he heard the name of Master Jie Zi, the mortals in the market did not move. It was obvious that Li Muyang's reputation had not yet spread among the mortal community.
But after hearing the name of Princess Pingyao, the street market exploded and fierce discussions rang out in an instant.
Those mortals who were watching around tiptoed and wanted to squeeze forward excitedly, eager to see the true face of the princess in the carriage.
"Her Highness Princess Pingyao is back?"
"What a blessing for the Great Zhou!"
"Our Great Zhou has finally waited for hope!"
"Her Highness Princess! Welcome home!"
I don't know who shouted first, but soon the excited and joyful cheers became one, and the mortals on the street knelt down.
The spectacular scene directly frightened the coachman Ding Liang, who was born in a small rural area.
The young man clenched the reins in his hands, and was at a loss for a moment, even more nervous than when he went with you to the sea of blood and the mountain of corpses.
Even Grandpa Wu in the clay pot was shocked.
"Ah? This dead girl is Princess Pingyao?"
"Fuck! I made a mistake! Jie Zijiu, where the hell did you dig out such a treasure? You kept it a secret all the time!"
Li Muyang narrowed his eyes, feeling a little confused.
He didn't know the character of Princess Pingyao, although he quickly read a lot of relevant knowledge of the times in the Hongshan Academy and knew that the Great Zhou Dynasty was divided by powerful officials not long ago.
But in just one day, Li Muyang could only look through the general information, after all, the amount of information he had to look up was too complicated.
One day was not enough for him to look at the details of the decline of a dynasty in detail.
He only read a brief history.
Princess Pingyao seemed to be mentioned once or twice in that brief history, but it was difficult to judge the value of her name and her specific deeds were unknown.
For a while, Li Muyang could only choose to remain silent.
There were too many people at the scene, and it was not suitable to ask about the details of Princess Pingyao.
He sat in the carriage and let the carriage go to the imperial city under the escort of this group of soldiers.
Wherever the carriage went, all the mortals on the street knelt down automatically, excitedly and joyfully shouting for Princess Pingyao, and many people even cried with joy.
That scene made Li Muyang almost think that he had mistakenly entered Mount Paektu.
In this way, the carriage passed through the city unimpeded and entered the imperial city.
In the solemn and grand imperial city, palaces stretched out in sight.
But standing in the first square behind the gate of the imperial city, there is a stone statue and a stone tablet.
The stone tablet is engraved with words that Li Muyang does not recognize, but the stone statue is...
"Qinghe Fairy?!" Li Muyang looked at the stone statue standing in the square in astonishment.
It is lifelike and two feet tall, like a giant.
But most importantly, this stone statue faintly exudes the scent of small wild grass.
Although it is large in size, it is indeed from the same source as the other Qinghe Fairy statues collected by Li Muyang.
There are stone statues left by small wild grass here?
And they are so big?
Wow!
How many ordinary Qinghe Fairy statues can be compared with such a large stone statue?
Li Muyang stared at the stone statues in the square, intently.
Grandpa Wu in the clay jar showed off as always: "Yes, this is the legendary Fairy Qinghe."
"It is said that Fairy Qinghe personally erected this stone statue here. It has been inherited by the Zhou Dynasty for many years. Although it was not built with the help of Fairy Qinghe, it is said to be related to Fairy Qinghe's daughter."
"Yes, in a sense, the Zhou Dynasty and Hongshan Academy actually come from the same origin."
"But times have changed over the years, and the two have drifted apart, and now they no longer have any friendship."
Grandpa Wu showed off his knowledge.
Li Muyang squinted and stared at the statue of Fairy Qinghe in the square.
In the ancient resentment well, he occasionally found the statues of Fairy Qinghe and Jiang Xiaoyu.
As the recognized origin of puppetry, Jiang Xiaoyu and Fairy Qinghe are enshrined by the puppeteers of Guwenjing.
But there is no statue of Fairy Qinghe left by Xiao Weicao anywhere else, not even the ancestral home of the Jiang family or the Hongshan Academy.
But in the palace of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there is a stone statue of Fairy Qinghe enshrined, and it is so huge...
Li Muyang must get this stone statue!
Li Muyang's eyes were firm.
After getting off the carriage, the group of people entered the largest palace in the imperial city under the guidance of the monks.
But the top of the palace is not a dragon throne, but a huge golden body of Buddha enshrined in a shrine.
Moreover, the guests in the hall were not only Li Muyang and his party, but also a group of sword cultivators carrying swords.
The most eye-catching one is the fairy in white who carries the glazed sword on her back.
Fairy Liuli, Chu Qingxue!