Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 671 670. The reason for everything
Everyone in Jiangdu knew that Xuanbing chose Yu Wenhua and moved to the palace to sit in charge after His Majesty's dragon body was not in good health.

But few people know that just a few months ago, the Xuanbing Immortal who was number one in the world also fainted once.

As unconscious as His Majesty.

It's just that after waking up, the body is not weak.

But that's just for ordinary people.

For Yang Guang's neighbors in the entire palace, whether it is Huang Xizi, Sun Simiao, including the Xiao family who was informed by Huang Xizi...

Everyone knows that Xuanbing Renxian's cultivation base is also deteriorating rapidly.

Although I don't know how far he has regressed, but there is no doubt that his control over "Tao" is no longer what it used to be.

Xiao Shi was puzzled.

Sun Simiao didn't know why this happened.

But Huang Xizi and Zhang Daoxuan, the national teacher, knew it very well.

However, it cannot be said.

At this moment, the atmosphere of the eve of the new year is not seen in the Yixin Garden of the Jiangdu Palace. The entire palace will live diligently and frugally this year, restrain themselves and return to rituals, and pray for His Majesty.

So this year's palace lights look even dimmer than usual.

And Yang Guang and the queen have moved to the ancestral hall.

Mrs. Xiao planned to recite scriptures all night until the first day of the new year, praying for His Majesty and Jiangshan.

At the same time, he also came to wash away his sins for his nephew, Xiao Xian, who had rebelled far away.

During this process, Huang Xizi naturally had to accompany him throughout the process, while the owner of Yixinyuan, Yu Wenhuaji, the number one in the world, dismissed all the servants and just stood by the window with a pot of hot tea on the table. And... two cups.

Like waiting for someone.

Although his strength has regressed drastically, the expression on his face is unusually calm.

While waiting, there was no sense of malaise, panic, or confusion.

Still dressed as a Confucian scholar.

But no one dared to say that he underestimated him when he saw it.

Sitting at the table, staring at the teacup, dazed.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded.

Taoist Jingming pushed open the door without knowing when, and came into the house.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, the poor came late, and I hope the immortals will not blame them."

"It's okay."

Facing Taoist Jingming's politeness, Yu Wenhuaji gestured for him to sit down, and picked up the teapot.

Pour him a cup of tea.

After Taoist Jingming sat down, he said to himself:

"When I came just now, the superintendent should have sensed it too. According to his temperament, he might find an excuse to get away within half an hour."

"Ah."

Yu Wenhua and nodded:
"It's normal, after all, he has already started to doubt you. And this time, it's you, not Daoxuan, it's normal for him to be worried."

"……Ugh."

Hearing this, Taoist Jingming showed a hint of admiration on his face.

"It's really a pity for a peerless genius. With an incomplete body, he can reach this point. If the whole body is complete, maybe you and I will lose him."

"If he hadn't entered the palace, he wouldn't have had this opportunity."

There was no disturbance in Yu Wenhuaji's voice.

Genius, he's seen a lot.

There are not so many ifs in this world.

Then, his nose moved... and he smelled a faint smell of blood.

So asked:

"Where did it come from?"

"Hebei."

"Oh~~~~"

Hearing the Taoist's answer, he showed a dazed look on his face, and then asked:

"Have you seen Zhu Huai?"

"I have seen."

"Is there any improvement?"

"The improvement is huge. With every point of dragon energy pervading, his strength will become stronger. After reaching this level, every step he takes is an earth-shaking change. Therefore, when I left, he just took advantage of the eve of the eve of the year. One day, a fulcrum of the earth was broken. Pindao just finished the sacrifice, and when he passed the battlefield, his feet were stained with blood and mud, which was rude to the immortals."

"It's okay...heh."

He shook his head and chuckled:
"As for warriors in this world, since you think Huang Xizi surprises you, then I look at Zhu Huai with admiration."

"Is it his fiery temper?"

"No, it's his determination to win."

Holding a teacup, Yu Wenhua looked at the crescent moon outside the window, and couldn't help sighing:
"National teacher, don't talk about the list of thousands of planes. Just ask you, how long has it been since you fought against anyone?"

Taoist Jingming was taken aback for a moment, thought for a while, and said:

"Really... It's been many years. I especially remember that I had a hand-to-hand match with Wu Xiucai back then. After I won his "Three-point Scroll Meaning", I have never played against anyone again. It has been many years It's..."

"That's right... After the battle between Zhu Huai and I, why not? Ha~"

Yu Wenhuaji laughed lightly:
"I think when I was young, I was so brave and ruthless. Together with His Majesty, it was a disaster in Daxing City... At that time, it was nothing but to prove that I was better than others. I sensed the number of days in my heart, and the so-called pursuit of victory and defeat, in my eyes, turned into a passing cloud... This is what I admire Zhu Huai."

Speaking of this, he shook his head slightly, with a look of emotion on his face:

"What he pursues is very simple. It's just winning or losing... He doesn't allow others to beat himself, and he doesn't allow himself to lose to others. Throughout his life, the so-called realm is nothing more than a comeback after failure. Everyone in the world It is said that he is obsessed with winning and losing, which makes him look like a master... But those mediocre people just forgot that the purpose of practicing martial arts and Qi is to distinguish the superior..."

He paused suddenly, and then showed a strange expression on his face.

He seemed to wonder why he suddenly became like this.

Then this strange color gradually transformed into a sense of humor:
"It turns out that this realm has faded, but it can still make such thoughts in my heart... Interesting, really interesting."

As he spoke, he smiled heartily and drank the tea in his cup.

This time it was Taoist Jingming's turn to pour it out for him.

A cup of tea is [-]% full.

Amid the scent of tea, the middle-aged Confucian scholar faded the smile on his face and asked:

"The eve of the year has arrived, National Teacher, should you explain why you are here?"

Taoist Jingming nodded calmly:

"Pindao is thankful for the sympathy of the Immortal."

"Then let me tell you exactly what you... are going to do!"

Facing the extremely serious eyes of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, Taoist Jingming did not hide anything, and said directly:
"Poverty, want to become a fairy."

"!"

"Whoo~~~~"

Outside the window, it was windy.

The wind blows dead wood.

Sa Sa Sa Sa.

The Taoist's eyes are calm, no ambition, no desire.

Just calmly telling a fact that seems to be established.

Then, under Yu Wenhua's frowning expression, he continued:

"To become an immortal, one of the three is indispensable. One, the luck accumulated by a thousand-year-old religion."

"Whoo~~~~~~"

The wind is getting stronger and stronger.

Countless winds blew in the courtyard corridors of the palace, like musical instruments, blowing out chaotic but distinct movements.

It became the best footnote for the words spoken by Taoist Jingming in the quiet room of Yixin Garden.

"Second, the dragons have no leader, the dragon veins are scattered, and the world chooses its master again."

The wind brings dark clouds.

Dark clouds covered the moon.

And the moment Yue'er was covered, the wind blew into the quiet room and blew out the lamp.

It made the quiet room dark at first.

In the darkness, Taoist Jingming made his third request:
"Three, a perfect immortal body that can carry the heaven and the earth and transform the mortal world."

wind.

Moment of stillness.

The dark clouds dissipated.

"Snapped."

He flicked his sleeve casually to make the candle light up again.

The Taoist's face remained calm.

"What the poor Taoist needs are these three things. Therefore, the country must be in chaos, and Taoism must prosper. Regardless of whether it is human beings or immortals, it is not in the consideration of the poor Taoist from the beginning."

"..."

Was Yu Wenhuaji angry when he heard such contemptuous words?
not at all.

Instead, he showed a curious look:

"Immortal?"

"That's right, Chengxian."

"But the detached and sanctified immortal?"

"No, detachment is also a mortal, because the heaven and the earth are assimilated, and the incarnation is in harmony with the Tao. But it is not a fairy."

Saying that, Taoist Jingming smiled.

Emotions other than calm appeared in the eyes:
"To know the great one, to know the great yin, to know the great eyes, to know the great juncture, to know the great fang, to know the great faith, to know the great samadhi, to reach the end. The great one is connected, the great yin is resolved, the great eyes see it, the great uniform is connected, It is generous, it is based on great faith, and it is held in great steadfastness. There is heaven everywhere, there is illumination along the way, there is pivot in the dark, and there is the end at the beginning.”

After finishing speaking, Yu Wenhuaji nodded:
""Zhuangzi·Xu Wugui Pian". What? Whoever knows his greatness is an immortal?"

"It's a fairy."

Taoist Jingming replied:

"Yin and yang are unpredictable, and they are also immortals. If they are not fast or fast, they are still immortals. Those who are also qi, gods, souls, and ghosts are also immortals. Even those who do not eat and die are also immortals. . Immortal, what kind of person, even the poor don’t know.”

"...then you still want to become a fairy?"

"want."

Under Yu Wenhua and the raised eyebrows, Taoist Jingming gave a firm answer:
"Because, this is my Xu family's long-cherished wish for thousands of years!"

"Xu... isn't your surname Zhang!?"

"It's just a false name."

Taoist Jingming's answer made Yu Wenhuaji look full of interest.

It seems that the two of them are not partners at this moment, nor are they enemies.

He looked at Taoist Jingming like a curious person who knew something new and asked:

"So...you are the Empress of Warlock Xu Fu?"

"Yes."

"But didn't Xu Fu...disappear?"

He seemed to realize that it was impolite to say that his ancestors were in front of his direct blood, so he used another way to describe it.

Taoist Jingming shook his head:
"came back."

"..."

Yu Wenhua and the corners of his mouth began to twitch.

It seems that after his strength has been reduced, he is no longer that Wanzai Xuanbing, but a living person.

"Pindao is a poor dao, Xu Fu is Xu Fu, what the immortal wants to ask, the poor dao will tell you all tonight, so there is no need to worry about it."

After Taoist Jingming finished speaking "understanding", he said to himself:

"Traveling for 150 years, he returned during the reign of Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty. When he came back, he returned home, drank a pot of wine, and left a sentence or said... Prophecy: Those who become immortals in the next generation will find the bones of the first emperor and fuse twelve A golden man, if he prospers in the west, he can become a fairy if he obtains a fairy body."

"Then……"

"died."

"..."

The corners of Yu Wenhuaji's mouth twitched, making his beard tremble.

He thought about it and asked:
"The Bone of the First Emperor..."

"During the Eastern Han Dynasty, the family had already entered the imperial mausoleum."

"But the star of lead and mercury, the sea of ​​mercury, the flames of earth fire, the coffin of ice..."

"It's just a trick."

"..."

Yu Wenhuaji frowned.

small surgery?

The First Emperor used his own mausoleum to suppress the dragon's veins, not to mention stealing the bones, even if they appeared in the tomb, they would be swallowed and assimilated by the dragon's energy.

Is this still a trick?
But...he didn't go into the details of how the "Xu family" dug out the bones of the first emperor.

Instead, after thinking about it, he asked:
"Is that why you collected the Twelve Golden Men?"

"That's right, every twelve golden statues were melted with earth fire and bones were added to them. Actually... this is not the first time my Xu family has obtained twelve golden statues. But every time I get twelve golden statues, the bones It is difficult to integrate with the golden people, and there will be omens from heaven and earth, so that my family will disperse the twelve golden people as soon as possible. Later, the family speculated that it should be the time of prophecy, which has not yet arrived. So there is no hurry, generation after generation , wait for the time."

"Wait...that immortal body?"

Yu Wenhuaji's words made Taoist Jingming show a hint of appreciation on his face.

"The human immortal really has an exquisite mind. That's right, what I'm waiting for is the body of the immortal. It's just that my family has calculated and practiced it for a hundred years, and the human immortal can understand it just by thinking about it."

"If it wasn't for that Li Shouchu, I wouldn't have thought of it. It's all about deduction..."

He was not proud of Taoist Jingming's words, but after shaking his head and expressing that it was nothing, he asked:

"So... this Li Shouchu who came from Pegasus City is the immortal body you want?"

"It is Qiemo City."

Hearing Taoist Jingming's correction, Yu Wenhua frowned:
"Qimo?...that small frontier town outside Thousand Fushan Mountain?"

"Exactly. For so many years, I have scattered the Twelve Golden Men I got all over the place, in order to wait for the appearance of this "immortal body". At one time, my family thought that this so-called "melting" was just the first emperor The bones and the golden man merged into one. Later, when I found something wrong, I gradually figured it out. The prophecy left by Xu Fu actually said three more things."

"The first thing is to find the bones of the first emperor and the twelve golden men?"

"good."

"The second thing is... Can the body of a fairy fuse with these twelve golden men?"

"Yes."

"What about the third item? What is the third item?"

After he finished speaking, he muttered to himself:
"Bone Xun, Rongjinren, Xingxi...uh...huh?"

In an instant, he locked onto Taoist Jingming:
"Could it be..."

"good."

Since he said he would not hide it, Taoist Jingming would never hide it:

"Sacrifice the thousand-year luck of the Taoist sect, and the prosperity of the Buddhist sect, help me become a fairy!"

"..."

Taoist Jingming repeated...or explained the words of "sacrificing the luck of the Taoist sect" among the three necessary conditions for him to become an immortal.

But Yu Wenhuaji opened his mouth unconsciously.

Luck may be just an illusion to others.

Just like the so-called "Dragon Qi".

But when they reach the realm of enlightenment, and when they are in harmony with the truth, they can naturally realize many things that the world can't perceive in a lifetime.

Therefore, Yu Huaji understands...

Luck is real.

Compared with Taoism, the luck of Buddhism is now like a firefly and a bright moon.

Not comparable.

But that's also the biggest reason for the two exterminations of Buddhas.

Let Buddhism never recover from a fall... Huh?

Suddenly, as if he realized something, he looked at Taoist Jingming and asked word by word:

"Could it be that these two times of destroying Buddha..."

"good."

Taoist Jingming nodded calmly:

"I made it at home."

"..."

(End of this chapter)