Chapter 120: Yinshuang Presents National Treasures to the Whole Nation, White-Robed Monks Enter the Celestial Empire (Two in One)

Qingzhu Palace.

Early in the morning, many palace maids were busy in and outside the palace, busy preparing for the wedding the day after tomorrow, paper-cut wedding couplets, lanterns and candles were all ready.

The betrothal gifts of the Wang family had been prepared long ago, and they were all driven into the Qi Mansion and the Guanjun Marquis Mansion in carts. There were more than a dozen carts, no matter what kind of gold and silver treasures, rare treasures, gold alone was loaded in several carts.

As a betrothal gift, the Qi Mansion and the Guanjun Marquis Mansion would also give many things as dowry.

In other words, the Wang family was a wealthy family, and they were royal relatives and nobles, so it didn't matter how extravagant the marriage was.

With the wedding about to begin, Lu Mingyuan met less often with Qi Muxue and Huo Hongling, because there were too many things to prepare at home.

As the prime minister of the cabinet, Wang Hefu naturally received many blessings and received a lot of gift money in advance.

The cabinet also issued a special document to congratulate.

It was a compliment to the Wang family. After all, the current second assistant was also Wang Xianggong, so it was right to make friends with him.

Even with his wedding coming up, Lu Mingyuan still had the heart to practice martial arts.

No matter how the maids decorated him, he never stopped breathing, practicing boxing, and swinging the sword every day, watching the progress bar in front of him grow little by little.

A few days later, since the Guanhai acupoint was opened, the acupoints were easier to open than before, and soon rose from 2,160 to 2,600.

One third of the acupoints in his body were lit up by the Taotie Divine Fire.

The Thunder Prison Sword Intention was constantly consolidated, and it was slowly improved with the "Sword Master" fate.

"Blue Fate-Sword Master, the refining degree increased by 30%"

After spending a day in practice, Lu Mingyuan poured himself a cup of tea in the courtyard. Ziyun and Hongwan followed their mother to choose the dress to wear on the wedding day, and he was the only one in the palace.

He felt inexplicably calm.

The improvement of his strength made his mentality change a little bit.

If the second prince falls and the eighth prince officially ascends the throne, and he leaves the cold palace, what should he do?

Can he find a fief to live out the rest of his life, with a group of gods and immortals around him, which is also a free and easy way of life.

Or, the second prince and the eighth prince did not get the throne, but were picked up by other princes?

Or, he directly stripped all the princes and became the prince himself?

This is probably a bit difficult. There is no immortal power to support him unswervingly. It is not enough to rely on the Marquis of Guanjun and the father-in-law of the Qi family.

Even if Chen Ke was accepted as a registered disciple by Wensheng, it was Chen Ke's benefit. It was nothing but a fantasy to want to feed back to himself. Wensheng was his master, not his own master, unless Chen Ke could become a saint and help him.

His master is still guarding the Great Wall, and he probably won't be able to come back in the short term.

No matter how you look at it, he is not qualified enough.

He is stronger than the Third Prince who was deprived of his military power, and much stronger than the Ninth Prince. Even the Third Prince has Chiyang Mountain behind him, and the Long-armed Old Kui is not weak either.

The Second Prince has a saint behind him, not to mention the Eighth Prince, who has the support of the Saint of Reason and the Saint of Military Strategy, married three beautiful wives, and is a son of destiny.

Forget it, there is still a great risk.

Lu Mingyuan thought for a while, and suddenly a clear and teasing female voice sounded beside his ear.

"You are still as serious as ever."

He turned his head and saw a woman with willow-leaf thin eyebrows, cloud-like hair, and snow-haired hair wearing a green Taoist robe.

The white-haired Taoist nun smiled broadly, and her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings.

Her voice was crisp and melodious, and her waist and figure were very good, which made her clothes bulge on her chest, and her sleeves fluttered. The pair of beautiful eyes stared at Lu Mingyuan, full of scrutiny.

"Lu Mingyuan, why haven't you made any progress in your cultivation? Have you reached a hidden realm?"

Based on her understanding of Lu Mingyuan, he worked hard and had good talent. It was impossible that he hadn't made any breakthroughs in martial arts cultivation after such a long time.

Lu Mingyuan's expression froze slightly.

He really hadn't paid attention to this point these days. It seemed that he had to slightly increase his breath every once in a while, otherwise careful people would still find something wrong.

But not everyone knew him so well. Yun Qinghe had been with him for a while, so he knew it so well.

Yun Qinghe didn't have the interest to ask further questions, but nodded as if she understood: "Forget it, I won't ask you. Everyone has their own secrets, and I have them too."

Lu Mingyuan smiled and covered up: "I don't have as many secrets as you do."

"It's not a good thing to have too many secrets on your body. You will feel depressed and annoyed. I can't stand it now and just want to find someone to chop."

Yun Qinghe complained with a curled lip.

Hearing this, Lu Mingyuan smiled bitterly, but there was some relief and ease in his eyes.

This is the real Yun Qinghe.

When I first met her, I thought she was a cold, rational, cold-blooded fairy who was high and mighty.

When I met her again, she was a sword cultivator who liked to show off, didn't like to reason, and would take revenge for any wrongs.

Three sword mantras are still remembered.

One sword seeks a clear conscience, two swords prove the way, and three swords seek invincibility.

Now, there is a little bit of hate for work and a cute taste of being hateful.

There seems to be a little sympathy between the two of them.

"Miss Yun, why are you here? Don't you have a mission?" Lu Mingyuan asked. He remembered that the other party had a purpose to sneak into the palace.

"Coming to you is also part of the plan."

Yun Qinghe looked leisurely, crossing his arms and said.

Her eyes kept moving around Lu Mingyuan, and she even opened her third eye to check the other person's luck invisibly.

But she found a chaos.

Yun Qinghe's eyes froze slightly.

Xu Changqing actually entrusted the future luck of the Tianshi Mansion to this person. Was it a casual decision, or did he see something?

Since the white-robed Tianshi did this, he has been silent and cut off all ways to accept insults, while being scolded by the old Tianshi and the great Tianshi of Longhu Mountain.

However, after the scolding, both of them were fortune-telling, and after the calculation, they were silent again.

No one said anything later.

This shows the clue.

The old Tianshi and the great Tianshi are the two Tianshis with the longest experience in the twelve Taoist temples of the Tianshi Mansion.

If the other Tianshis are only in the twelfth realm, then their cultivation has already entered the upper third rank, and they have lived for thousands of years.

Their behavior can explain a lot of problems.

Yun Qinghe crossed her arms and stared at him. She did not reveal the surprise at the Tianshi Mansion, but smiled and said, "Can't I come to see you? I didn't expect that after only one month of not seeing you, I feel that you have become more handsome? Is it my illusion?"

"Probably not."

"Stop being so conceited."

"By the way, a Buddhist representative is coming to your Dayan recently. Did you know that?" Yun Qinghe was showing off her omnipotence and know-it-allness again.

"I don't know who it is?"

"It is said that it is an Arhat who was born in the heaven of Buddhism."

Lu Mingyuan didn't care and shook his head and said, "Arhats are probably in the tenth realm. There are many such strong people in Da Yan."

Yun Qinghe said seriously, "Arhats are also divided into strong and weak. The tenth realm is the Baijia Arhat, the eleventh realm is the Qianwen Arhat, and the twelfth realm is the Nirvana Arhat. The one who came to Da Yan is a Nirvana Arhat."

"Baijia, Qianwen, Nirvana? This system sounds different from the three schools of Confucianism, Taoism and Martial Arts." Lu Mingyuan rarely remembers the names of any realms, because there are too many. Except for the martial arts system, he knows it well, and he only needs to listen to the numbers for the others, which saves trouble and effort.

Yun Qinghe chuckled: "You still have little experience. Baijia means that the Arhat has untied a hundred shackles in his heart. Qianwen means having a clear conscience and saving all living beings without regrets, even if you ask a thousand times. Nirvana is mostly about great enlightenment, rebirth after death, shedding the golden cicada to prepare for cultivating the great way and casting the lotus of the way. Anyone who has survived the catastrophe of the way can call a bodhisattva."

"This monk is fine, what is he doing in Dayan."

Yun Qinghe patiently explained: "The Great Shuang Dynasty in the west of the Central Plains has been divided for hundreds of years, and now it is approaching unification. The Silver Shuang King has conquered the Golden Shuang and the Small Shuang for three years. Now, the merits of the three kings have been combined and have challenged the weak Great Shuang Emperor. I estimate that it will not be long before the Great Shuang Dynasty will be renamed the Silver Shuang Dynasty."

"In order to ensure that everything is foolproof, the Silver Shuang King sent this monk to make friends with the Great Yan Dynasty, hoping to get your recognition."

"I see."

After listening, Lu Mingyuan finally understood.

But he didn't expect that the Great Shuang Dynasty, which had been divided for a long time, would still be unified.

This is one of the few countries in the Middle-earth world that is qualified to be called a dynasty.

Will it really be so willing to bow down to Da Yan?

He believes that wanting to get Da Yan's recognition is false, and testing Da Yan's national conditions is true.

The Da Yan Dynasty has always liked to divide the country according to direction, called the Four Barbarians.

The islands in the east are barbarians, the north is Di, the west is Rong, and the south is Man.

Even the Da Shuang Dynasty is difficult to be recognized by Da Yan. The title of this dynasty was given by the previous dynasty Da Zhou. At that time, Da Zhou was weak and rebellion broke out internally. In order to appease Da Shuang, the court gave a dynasty title, which is still used today.

Da Yan does not recognize this statement.

You take the title of the previous dynasty and enjoy the treatment of my Da Yan, what are you playing?

In short, the Da Shuang Dynasty has been around for a thousand years, and its status is far inferior to that of Da Yan.

In the eyes of other countries, the Da Yan Dynasty is a veritable Celestial Empire, and even the current Sheng Ming is not an opponent.

In the eyes of a small country, it is a matter of pride to receive an official title from Da Yan.

In a bustling market in the imperial capital, a barefoot monk in white robes walked with a Zen stick in his hand and his other hand clasped together. He had a handsome face like a god, no hair on his head, regular facial features, and slightly long earlobes. He was followed by a group of bearded envoys wearing leopard-print plush clothes and scarves.

There were jugglers in the market who did their best to win cheers. The monk in white robes saw a little monkey tied to a wooden stake. It was skinny, so its eyes looked round.

The monk squatted down, took out half a hard dry biscuit, broke it a little, put it in his palm, and stretched it to the skinny little monkey.

But it was frightened by the monk's kindness and fled back in panic. The iron chain was instantly stretched straight. With a rebound, the little monkey covered with whip marks fell to the ground, curled up, and whimpered softly.

The monk gently placed the broken biscuits near the wooden stake, broke the remaining half of the biscuit into half again, scattered them on the ground, and then put down the water bag on his body, and then stood up and retreated.

The hungry and cold little monkey was really starving. After the white-robed monk left, he looked at his back timidly, and finally mustered up the courage to grab a piece of broken biscuits. After returning to the original place and lowering his head to eat it, seeing that the monk was indifferent, he became more courageous and stole another piece. He repeated this process repeatedly, and accidentally found some clear water in the water bag, so he went to drink a sip.

In early autumn, the water in the bowl was actually a little warm, which made the little monkey feel comfortable. He looked at the monk's back and soon disappeared in the crowded crowd.

It burped lightly for the first time, stretched out his hand to scratch his skinny cheek, and blinked his big eyes.

The white-robed monk walked in the crowd with his eyes closed. Even if a passerby accidentally bumped his shoulder, he never looked up. Instead, he saluted with his right hand in front of his chest, nodded slightly, and continued to move forward.

From the outer city to the inner city, from south to north, there were many pedestrians on the road. If he saw a small insect on the ground, he would put it on the side of the road.

The white-robed monk passed by an ancient temple with few people on the way. Obviously, no one was burning incense. There was a golden statue of Buddha in the temple. He saluted with one hand outside the door, walked in slowly, bowed deeply, and burned a few incense sticks before leaving the Golden Body Temple.

After walking for a long time, the group arrived at the Honglu Temple in the imperial city.

After a long while, an official came out to meet him. The official from the Ministry of Rites followed several green-robed clerks.

The official from the Ministry of Rites looked down on people, but when he saw the handsome appearance of the monk in white, even if he walked barefoot, he was spotless. He was probably not a simple person.

He looked quite surprised. It was the first time he saw such a handsome monk. He was really shocked. It would be a pity not to go to the brothel to accompany those ladies in the boudoir.

So he was a little more respectful. He said carefully: "May I know who you are?"

The monk in white did not show any dissatisfaction with the other party's courtesy. He held a Zen stick in one hand and clasped his other hand. He said calmly: "Jiang Shan from the Great Golden Cicada Temple, from the Great Shuang Dynasty, presented treasures to the Great Yan, and wrote documents to help the Silver Shuang King to prove the orthodoxy."

"Jiang Shan."

The official from the Ministry of Rites hissed and felt that the name was very familiar.

He must have heard it somewhere.

It seemed to be in the Great Yan official newspaper.

Soon, he remembered it.

The official of the Ministry of Rites stared and recalled in surprise: "I remember now, you are the monk who once chanted Buddhist scriptures in the ancient battlefield at the border of the two countries, in the mass grave where 400,000 people were killed, and saved thousands of ghosts and wronged souls. His merits were perfect and he became a half-Buddha, Jiang Shan."

"That's right."

Jiang Shan did not show any joy because of the other party's praise. He was still calm and indifferent, not happy with things or sad with himself.

Knowing the identity of the visitor, the official of the Ministry of Rites suddenly became respectful and bowed his hands and said: "I wonder what the holy monk wants to offer?"

"This thing."

Jiang Shan flipped his hand and a crystal clear bead with dazzling golden light appeared. A ray of light was a bit of terrible energy. At this time, the light was thousands of feet high, and the golden energy was soaring into the sky. The whole Honglu Temple was filled with warm Buddha light.

It seemed that as long as it was illuminated by the golden light, the devilish nature and desire in the heart would be dispelled, and it would become pure, and the three souls and six spirits of the whole person could be purified and baptized.

"This is our Dashuang national treasure, the Buddha's relic."

"Buddha's relic!"

When the officials of the Ministry of Rites saw this thing, they couldn't open their eyes at all, and could only shout in shock.

This thing is the Dashuang national treasure, and King Yinshuang is willing to offer it?