Chapter 156: Confucian Temple Strategy, Demon-Slaying Event, Meeting the White-Robed Heavenly Master

"Mysterious, Your Highness, let me break the mist and let it reveal its true form."

A strong and evil cultivator from the palace, with a ruthless look on his face, raised a three-foot spear and wanted to jump down into the lake to deal with the middle-aged man on the boat.

Lu Guangjing immediately glared at the evil cultivator and scared him away.

Afterwards, Lu Guangjing clasped his hands in his fists, bowed to the Confucian Temple Censor in the distance, and said politely: "Lu Guangjing respectfully invites you to come ashore, and it won't be too late for us to discuss it in detail."

The voice of the Confucian Temple Censor came melodiously: "No need to be polite, just answer my questions now."

Obviously, he had no intention of visiting Prince Jin's Mansion as a guest.

Regarding the previous question of the Confucian Temple Censor, Lu Guangjing appeared to be very cautious. He considered it for a moment and said: "Although I don't know what Sir means by this, I still want to make it clear that the Jin Palace has nothing to do with Xun Guoshi. The Lord of Great Yan's I will fight for the position myself.”

The censor of the Confucian Temple shook his head: "Everything, since it exists, must have its reason. Whether Xun Yu has anything to do with you, I know very well, and the Confucian Temple also knows very well, but the rules were still in place before, and there was no need to take action. Now Xun Yu If he doesn’t obey the rules, someone will make him obey the rules.”

"I'll tell you the answer now. You can't go far as long as Xun Yu is here."

Only a few people in the courtyard understood the profound meaning of the Yushi's words.

Lu Guangjing's expression remained unchanged and he asked, "Sir, are you here to find Master Xun, or are you here to bury me?"

The censor of the Confucian Temple smiled softly: "In the Confucian Temple, someone was interested in you while watching the show behind the scenes, so he asked me to come over and ask you some questions. It's just that you didn't seem to answer the first question very well. "

time flies.

As night fell, the sky and the earth were pitch black, except for the Confucian Temple Censor's body that emitted bright holy light, reflecting the lake's surface like a celestial river.

"Sir, feel free to ask, and I will try my best to answer." Lu Guangjing said with a firm look.

"The world is as big as the king's land. The change of destiny is an inevitable trend. It can be as short as ten years or as long as a hundred years. By then, disputes will come. By then, do you think the Great Yan will completely disappear? Will the Jin Palace lose? Will you die?" said the Confucian Temple Censor.

This was a very pointed question, which made all the evil monks in Prince Jin's palace look angry. It seemed that if Lu Guangjing had not suppressed him, they would definitely rush forward and cut this rude guy into pieces.

"The Great Flame will not disappear." Lu Guangjing said very simply.

He understood that the Jin Prince's Mansion the other party mentioned should refer to the Infernal Affairs Party.

Then, he added: "Today's imperial court and the three religions are like the sun in the sky. How can it be compared to other fireflies? However, even where the sun is the brightest, there are still places where the sun cannot shine. Shadow. As long as people still have emotions, selfishness, and greed, the Jin Palace will definitely still exist."

The Censor of the Confucian Temple nodded and asked no more questions. He took out a bright yellow scroll from his sleeve and hung it in the air.

"Wow!"

He stretched out a slender finger, and white literary energy flew out from the fingertips and landed on the scroll, forming beautiful sacred texts.

The file turned into a white light, flew out, crossed the water, and appeared above Lu Guangjing's head.

"Boom!"

All the evil cultivators in Prince Jin's Mansion were suppressed by a powerful wave of force in the file, causing their legs to weaken and they knelt on the ground.

It wasn't until this moment that they realized how powerful this middle-aged man was.

The evil monks who had previously wanted to deal with the censor of the Confucian Temple were all frightened, their arms were trembling, and cold sweat was secreted on their foreheads, dripping down on the deck.

Even Lu Guangjing knelt on one knee, stretched out his hands, held the file, and slowly opened it.

Although he had already guessed the identity of the censor of the Confucian Temple, he was still slightly surprised when he saw the content in the file: "Candidate disciple of the Dharma Saint."

"From now on, Lu Guangjing, you are a candidate disciple of the Legalist Saint in the Confucian Temple, but you are not a true disciple yet. If you want to become a true disciple, you must survive this battle for the right to inherit the throne. "

The misty voice was still echoing on the water, but the Confucian Temple Censor had already disappeared, and no one saw him leave.

On the water surface, there were only circles of ripples, spreading and spreading.

Lu Guangjing slowly stood up, exhaled a long breath, and couldn't help but squeeze the file tightly.

"Your Highness, who is he? That he can choose disciples of saints?" an evil cultivator asked cautiously.

Everyone looked at Lu Guangjing and were equally curious.

Lu Guangjing didn't answer them at all. He stared at the water with a more scornful air on his body and murmured: "As expected of the Tantai sage who is famous all over the world and is one of the seventy-two sages. You can only look at it from a distance, but you can’t get close.”

"Mr. Xun, it would be embarrassing if you really gave up on me."

On the streets of Dayan Capital City.

Tantai Ming, dressed in green bamboo leaves, blended into the crowd, his consciousness covering a thousand miles.

The beautiful woman with a man and a woman beside her said in confusion:

"Sir, why do you do this? King Jin is jealous and conceited. Why did you give him the Book of Saints of the Dharma Sage?"

Tantai Ming smiled heartily: "You only saw the benefits that Lu Guangjing got, but you didn't see the disadvantages. If you really want to deal with Xun Yu, you have to attack the people around him. The split between the Jin Palace and Xun Yu, a candidate The book of the saint caused the already precarious rift to collapse. "

"It is because this person is jealous and arrogant, how can he always be willing to submit to Xun Yu. He must have realized that he is about to become an abandoned son. At this time, a saint's book is a timely rain. It will not be accepted if he accepts it, and it will not be accepted if he does not. , this is a conspiracy."

"Is this the arrangement of the Confucian Temple?"

Only then did the Qingli woman suddenly realize.

Liu Family Villa.

A gap in the meeting.

In fact, Lu Mingyuan's consciousness had already reached Monk Fahai.

All this time, Monk Fahai has been quietly leveling up outside the capital, participating in tasks assigned by the King Kong Division, hunting down monsters, and occasionally turning into a killer from the Jin Palace to kill some underground forces.

It takes a lot of energy to devote your consciousness to thinking, but it is very simple to just lay out the instructions to kill.

Lu Mingyuan felt like he was doing a dungeon raid.

After a period of absorption, absorbing demonic power and the power of flesh and blood, Monk Fahai's cultivation level has reached a high level, at least not weaker than Yang Erlang. The level of the two of them is about five times the strength of ordinary Guanhai Realm monks.

The current Blood Shadow Corps.

There are three people with Tianzi grade combat power.

Dizipin is the elite class among shadow warriors and important combatants. Yang Jian and Fahai can each command about fifty people.

Renzipin is responsible for supervising and intelligence work, and the number has grown to an extremely large number. There are already hundreds of them, lurking in every corner of the capital, acting as cameras.

He first had to find some time to receive the offerings from Qingqiu Temple.

A few days ago, he sent a messenger light talisman. Qingqiu Temple strongly supported it and planned to send many people over. They should all be on their way.

"Huh? I have a mission."

Lu Mingyuan noticed that Monk Fahai's jade plaque was on.

"The mission of Prince Jin's Mansion? Who are you trying to assassinate with Wu Shangzhen?"

He took a closer look and frowned: "The Great Protector of Wuying Hall?"

Unbelievable.

Am I going to assassinate myself?

Lu Mingyuan was immediately happy.

At the same time, he sensed something was wrong.

How did King Jin know that Wuyingtang had an extra protector? The news was obviously announced not long ago.

Is it possible that the contents of the Shadow Whistle meeting have also been leaked?

This shows that there is an undercover agent inside Wuyingtang!

Lu Mingyuan thought for a moment and quickly came to a conclusion.

Among the many evil cultivators here just now, there are definitely traitors.

It seems that this news must be told to Shadow Whistle.

We can't let her fall over so quickly.

the other side.

"Great Protector, are you practicing?" Luo Ying stepped forward and asked strangely.

Lu Mingyuan's consciousness immediately returned to Yang Erlang's body. When he opened his eyes again, he realized that the meeting was over and all the evil cultivators had withdrawn.

Luo Ying and him were the only ones left in the entire lobby.

Of course, Lu Mingyuan would not tell the truth, and explained: "I am indeed practicing the breathing method. The decisive battle is coming. If my strength can be improved by one point, the chance of winning will be higher."

He seemed to remember something. The evil leader who was the first to make objections asked, "By the way, who is the first person on the left? The one who goes against the adults."

Luo Ying glanced at the position of the chair and said: "This person is the sect leader of Liyang Clan in Qinghai Prefecture. His name is Sun Changlan. He is a master in the tenth level. He has been famous for nearly a hundred years and has great appeal in Wujiang Pavilion. But Chi Chi He can’t buy a blessed land, and he can’t qualify as a ‘zong’. Why, do you think there’s something wrong with him?”

Luo Ying's lips curled up and she smiled lightly.

Lu Mingyuan said seriously: "If my guess is correct, at this moment, he has already conveyed the contents of our meeting to Lu Guangjing."

"How about getting rid of him first?"

At this moment, Luo Ying's eyes became very cold and sharp, and he said with murderous intent: "Don't worry, Lu Guangjing hasn't made a move yet, and Sun Changlan's value has not been fully reflected. When he loses his value, I will definitely be the first one. Get rid of him."

Lu Mingyuan smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid they will attack me first. The protector you gave me is really a hot potato."

"This is unavoidable. If I can't rely on you to select which monks are obedient, I'm afraid the consequences will be even worse. I guess there won't be many people who can be used." Luo Ying was obviously helpless and said seriously.

"When you want to take action, just say so. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I may have to disappear for a while."

"Celebrate the New Year? You still want to celebrate the New Year?" Luo Ying raised his eyebrows.

Lu Mingyuan shook his head: "It's just a period of seclusion to avoid being chased by King Jin."

"Okay, approved."

After a while.

Lu Mingyuan's consciousness returned to the cold palace.

I just walked out of the yard and stretched my body to move my stiff body.

Ziyun had already walked into the small courtyard and reported:

"Your Highness, the noble concubine has come to see you."

"knew."

Lu Mingyuan flexed his hands, crossed his arms, and quickly walked out of Qingzhu Palace and headed to Yaoguang Palace.

But wait until he comes to Yaoguang Palace.

But I found that my grandpa was also here.

The fire in the hall was very warm, and Wang Hefu was making tea with a leisurely expression.

"I've seen my grandpa, I've seen my mother, grandpa, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Lu Mingyuan took a step forward and greeted everyone one by one.

"My son is here, come on, sit down and say." Wang Zhaoyan smiled and waved.

When Wang Hefu saw Lu Mingyuan's face, he noticed that he was even better than before. Prime Minister Dayan, who sat like a bell in the court, was particularly cordial in front of his grandson. He chuckled and said:

"It's the New Year's Eve soon. I've called you here this time to attend the demon-slaying event."

"Demon Slayer Conference?"

Lu Mingyuan murmured softly.

My mind kept recalling, and I remembered the matter about the Demon Slaying Festival.

Every year, Da Yan holds a banquet for all nations, the purpose is to show the national prestige and let other countries see how strong Da Yan is. Moreover, it is a civil-military competition, which means one year of civil competition and one year of military competition.

Last year, the poetry competition was held, so this year, the Demon Slaying Festival will be held.

The so-called Demon Slaying Festival was established 167 years after Da Yan was founded. This year, Da Yan completely pacified the demon tribe in the western border and established a firm foothold in the Middle Earth. The purpose of establishing the Demon Slaying Festival is to let the people of Da Yan remember the years when their ancestors fought with the demon tribe. The demon tribe that oppressed the Middle Earth Dynasty in the past was nothing special.

Today's Demon Slaying Festival has become a symbol of showing national prestige.

It's like the Roman Colosseum in the previous life, watching people and beasts fighting, and the princes and nobles enjoyed it.

Each country will send designated masters to the battlefield of the teleportation array to compete, and the winner will be determined by points. They will not take it too seriously. It is just to open a battlefield on the edge, and will not go deep into it. The purpose is to let each country see the strength of the Great Yan monks.

In previous years, the winners were all Great Yan.

After all, the Great Yan monks are numerous and strong, which is not comparable to small countries.

"It's the end of the year again. The civil and military have changed. Do you still remember last year's poetry meeting?" Wang Hefu asked with a smile.

Lu Mingyuan nodded: "I remember, but my grandson remembers that he did not participate."

Wang Hefu laughed and said: "You don't need to participate this time. Attending the demon-slaying event is mainly to see the world and see the masters of various countries take action. There are monks from the three religions, Qigong practitioners and warriors. It should be of great benefit to your practice."

"Indeed."

Lu Mingyuan did not deny it.

Watching masters fight can indeed learn a lot, especially for a monk like him who has just entered the middle fifth rank.

"This year's Demon Slaying Conference is not going to go smoothly. I didn't want to hold it, but rules are rules after all." Wang Zhaoyan sighed.

Wang Hefu said calmly: "Next, you have to be mentally prepared for what grandpa is going to tell you."

Lu Mingyuan answered calmly: "Grandpa, please tell me."

Wang Hefu said seriously: "Your case was dismissed, and it became one of the few cases where Dengwen Drum Court failed to review. Generally, the cases that dare to be investigated by the three court offices are rarely left intact. At the very least, the guilt will be reduced and the pardon will be lighter. But this time, there must be external intervention, which made the result like this."

"It's okay, grandpa, your grandson doesn't expect Dengwen Drum Court to overturn the case. This case is too difficult, which is understandable." Lu Mingyuan comforted.

He was finally relieved about this matter.

Lu Yunqing used his connections to almost clear his name.

But it is estimated that the emperor father should not let this happen.

Lu Yunqing's road has been paved long and wide, and at this time, naturally, there can't be another competitor.

This is easy to understand.

After chatting for a while, Lu Mingyuan left Yaoguang Palace.

On the way.

He caught a glimpse of a young white-robed Taoist priest passing by the palace.

Familiar location, familiar dress.

Lu Mingyuan inquired about the identity of this person, and found out that he was the deputy head of Lei Chi Taoist Academy, Taoist Taoist priest Xu Changqing.

But this time was different, the other party seemed to want to talk to him.