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Chapter 912: The Laughing Monk's Sophistry, a Strange Master and Disciple! (Please subscribe to the full version!)

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Seeing the old Taoist being so polite, Hua Twelve clasped his fists in return:

"Master, please don't be so polite. I am not worthy of being a distinguished guest, but I am more like a bad guest!"

The Taoist was slightly startled, then his smile remained unchanged:

"You are joking, my dear guest. I think there is no one in this world who is more noble than you. Come, wait for me to open the gate. I will invite you to rest in the temple and offer you a cup of tea as a token of my appreciation!"

As he spoke, he opened the doors on both sides completely, then made a gesture of invitation and called out to the people inside:

"My disciple, a distinguished guest has arrived. Bring out my Tiger Hill tea to entertain the guest!"

A young voice inside responded.

Hua Twelve saw that the Taoist had pointed out his identity in one sentence, and thought that this master of the cultivation sect was indeed very capable, and immediately said with a smile:

"You are a very hospitable Taoist priest. I already said that you are an unwelcome guest. You are making me feel embarrassed!"

The Taoist smiled and said, "Your Excellency said you are hungry, so I will personally prepare two bowls of vegetarian noodles for you two to fill your stomachs!"

This sentence made Hua Shier and Ximen Chuxue laugh and cry, but they also had a good impression of this Taoist. They felt that he was a hermit like Youxi Fengchen.

  Following the Taoist into Biyun Temple, the Taoist originally wanted to invite the two to the Zen room to chat, but Hua Twelve saw a stone table and stone chairs in the yard, so he pointed in that direction:

"Why don't we just talk here!"

The Taoist was also very happy and nodded with a smile: "Okay!"

As the three of them sat down, a young man of about seventeen or eighteen, with fine eyebrows and tiger eyes, and a tall and graceful figure, came over with a tray, placed three cups of tea in front of them, and said, "Please enjoy your meal, sir!"

The Taoist introduced, "This is my disciple Yan Renying. Disciple, why don't you greet this noble man?"

  He looked at Hua Twelve, indicating to his disciples who to worship. Yan Renying quickly bowed and said:

"Greetings, my lord!"

"it is good!"

  When Hua Twelve heard that this young man was Yan Renying, he couldn't help but look him up and down. He thought to himself that this was one of the three heroes and two Yuns of Emei Mountain, and the only male. He was indeed very heroic and good-looking, almost catching up with himself, ahem.

He took out a disposable lighter from his pocket, actually from the storage space, and handed it over:

"This is a gift for you!"

  Seeing that it was something unknown, it was crystal clear and pink, just like a pink gem. When Hua Twelve demonstrated it, it sparked a few times, and it looked like a strange object. The Taoist quickly rejected it on behalf of his apprentice:

"No, that's too expensive!"

Hua Twelve said angrily: "This is not for you, it's for the child. Come, child, take it!" After saying that, he stuffed it into Yan Renying's hand.

Except for him, the other three were all confused.

  Hua Twelve didn't care about their expressions and just said:

"It's not a valuable item, it can be used as a fire starter. If your fellow disciples bully you in the future, such as the fat monk with a round face and a smile all day long, use this to burn his house!"

This time it was the Taoist's turn to be at a loss whether to laugh or cry. How could one instigate other people's disciples like this? But then he thought it was not right. There was something else behind his words. The round-faced, fat, smiling monk, why did he sound like his own nephew?

He immediately said seriously: "Your Excellency knows my identity?"

Hua Twelve smiled faintly: "Doesn't the Taoist priest know my identity?"

  Seeing that Hua Twelve had called out his name, the Taoist couldn't play dumb any longer. He became serious, stood up, and bowed respectfully to Hua Twelve:

"Drunken Taoist of Emei, I greet His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Emperor?" Yan Renying was startled and quickly bowed like his master.

Hua Twelve nodded and said, "I am here in plain clothes today, so there is no need to be polite, Taoist priest. Sit down and talk!"

After the drunk Taoist bowed, he resumed his carefree and uninhibited demeanor, sat down opposite Hua Twelve again, and extended his hand to make a gesture of invitation:

"This nunnery is a temporary residence for me. I don't have anything good to entertain you. I only have a cup of tea. Please enjoy it, Your Majesty!"

Hua Shier nodded. Since he was already here, he was not in a hurry to turn hostile. He would first try the tea of ​​this cultivator to see what was so special.

  Pick up the teacup, open the lid, and you will see the white tea soup with a light and elegant fragrance. A sniff of it can smell the aroma of bean curd:

“Is this a white cloud flower?”

The drunk Taoist was startled, then he said, "That's what it was called in the Song Dynasty. Now it's called Tiger Hill Tea!"

He wondered why the emperor of the Ming Dynasty only knew about the Baiyun flower of the Song Dynasty but didn't know about the Huqiu tea of ​​today. However, he didn't know that Hua Twelve was an emperor in the Song Dynasty and had seen and tasted it.

  Hua Twelve was a little disappointed. He thought the Sword Immortal's tea had something special, but it turned out to be just this? It didn't even have the effect of strengthening male sexual function!

Perhaps he saw through Hua Twelve's thoughts, the drunk Taoist chuckled:

"Drinking this tea for a long time can lighten the body, improve eyesight, remove hair and cleanse the marrow. However, I see that your Majesty has a good martial arts practice and all the meridians are unblocked. Therefore, it will not have much effect on your Majesty!"

Hua Twelve suddenly nodded.

  After the drunk Taoist finished his polite words, he got straight to the point and asked:

"From what Your Majesty said just now, it seems that you know my nephew, the Laughing Monk. May I ask if Your Majesty's visit here is related to my nephew?"

When Hua Twelve saw the other party asking, he put down his teacup:

"Yes, a few months ago, the Tartars attacked the border, and our Ming soldiers fought bravely. At that time, a monk appeared in Liaodong and killed a thousand households of our Ming Jinyiwei with a flying sword on the top of the city. He introduced himself as the Laughing Monk of the Emei Sect. Today, I came to ask you, Taoist priest, is that monk from your Emei Sect? If so, what do you want to do?"

"Have you surrendered to the Tartars and are willing to work for them to seize our Han dynasty?"

  The way this hat was put on surprised the drunk Taoist:

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid you have misunderstood. Not to mention that Emei is a place for cultivation outside the world, it is impossible for us to participate in the world's affairs. Most of our sect, from the founder to the disciples, are from the Han family, and we will never do such a thing that will hurt our relatives and please our enemies. This must be a misunderstanding!"

  Hua Twelve waved his hand:

"Master, you don't need to explain first. I don't want to believe this is true either, so I came here to ask. Can you please find the person and explain it to me face to face to clear up the misunderstanding? I think if someone really pretends to be an Emei disciple to do evil, it's not what you want to see. I'm here to help Emei clear its suspicion!"

  The drunk Taoist was an experienced man, and he understood that Hua Twelve was just being polite. He said he was here to help the Emei Sect clear its suspicion, but in fact he was here to confront them. However, he did not believe that his nephew could do such a thing, and he was eager to clarify the matter for his own sect, so he immediately stood up and said:

"Okay, I heard a few days ago that my senior brother, the ascetic monk, returned to Ningbi Cliff, and that the nephew of the laughing monk is his disciple. I will go and invite him here and explain everything to Your Majesty. Your Majesty, please wait a moment, I will be back soon!"

After saying that, he instructed his disciples, "Disciple, please entertain the distinguished guests on behalf of the master. The master will go to Ningbi Cliff!" After saying that, he released a sword light, and his whole body merged into the sword light, soaring into the sky and disappearing into the distance in an instant.

Ximen Chuxue's eyes sparkled brightly as he flew into the sky with his sword, truly a sword immortal.

Hua Twelve remained silent. He was full of envy and jealousy. They both flew on swords, but he had to step on the sword to fly. Look at others, they could fly with the sword light protecting their bodies. This was the top-level method of flying a sword.

Seeing Hua Twelve's expression, Yan Renying thought that the current emperor was dissatisfied with his master's sudden departure, so he quickly explained:

"Ningbi Cliff is in Mount Emei, not far from here, Your Majesty, please don't be anxious!"

Hua Shier came back to his senses and nodded to Yan Renying. Suddenly, he had an idea and decided to see if he could poach a girl from Emei.

"Young man, you are very smart and heroic. You are obviously capable. Do you have the heart to serve the court?" Yan Renying did not expect the emperor to recruit him. He was slightly startled and refused:

"I beg your Majesty to forgive me. I am devoted to the Dao, and I am afraid that I will fail your Majesty's kindness!"

Hua Twelve was not disappointed. After all, Yan Renying was one of the three heroes and two clouds predicted by Changmei Zhenren who would revive the Emei Sect's Taoist lineage in the future. So it was reasonable for him to respond like this.

He just asked casually. As for the corner of the wall, no matter whether it can be dug or not, you should always dig it a few times. If you can't dig it, you won't lose anything. If you can dig it, you will make a profit.

Seeing Yan Renying's firm tone, he stopped talking about it and asked about matters concerning the cultivation world. Yan Renying did not deliberately conceal the truth and just chatted with the emperor and Ximen Chuxue about some matters that were not secret.

But the drunk Taoist arrived at Ningbi Cliff and met the head monk Miaoyi Zhenren Qi Shuming and the ascetic monk. He told them what had happened today. The ascetic monk immediately called his disciple Xiao Heshang to inquire about the matter.

Facing the three elders, Monk Xiao frankly admitted that he went to Changbai Mountain to collect herbs that day, and on the way back he encountered a battle between two armies. The Ming army used some kind of monster to kill people so violently, which was against the harmony of nature. So he used his flying sword to destroy the thing, and then found a person who looked like the monster. After killing it, he realized that it was something similar to the Mohist mechanical man.

As for the captain who was killed, Laughing Monk only said that the other party's words were not clean. Not only did he insult him, but he also insulted Emei, so he was so angry that he killed him.

When the ascetic monk heard that the other party was insulting Emei, he immediately praised: "He deserves to be killed!"

Master Miaoyi nodded slightly, but Drunk Taoist didn't really believe what his fellow apprentice said.

The laughing monk took out the T800 that he had robbed from his bag and showed it to the three people.

The three of them were amazed to see the pale metal skeleton beneath T800's skin.

The drunk Taoist sighed and complained:

"I'm afraid you have done something wrong. The Ming Dynasty is the orthodox Han dynasty. We are all Han Chinese. How could you do such a thing that would hurt your loved ones and please your enemies?"

The Laughing Monk stiffened his neck and said, "Uncle Master, what are you talking about? We, the upright cultivators, naturally have to distinguish right from wrong and uphold justice. We can't just ignore right and wrong and protect each other just because we are all Han people!"

  These words made Miaoyi Zhenren frown slightly, and even made Zui Daoren laugh in anger:

"Okay, okay, tell me, why can't I tell right from wrong and why do I protect my relatives?"

  The laughing monk said confidently:

"The Buddha said that all living beings are equal. No matter if they are Han or Jin people, they are all the same in my eyes. These mechanical men and firearms kill people like cutting grass, which is against the harmony of nature. Do you want me to watch these things killing people in the wild and pretend not to dare to see it? Sorry, I can't do it!"

The drunk Taoist was about to say "you farted", but before he opened his mouth, he heard his fellow monk, the ascetic monk, praise him:

"What a great saying that all beings are equal. If you can think this way, it will not be in vain for the hard work that Master has put into teaching you!"

The drunk Taoist was confused. How could someone be so protective of his child? Or did both the master and the disciple have the same way of thinking that failed to distinguish right from wrong?

He said quickly, "Brother Kuxing, you can't say that. The Later Jin slaughtered Han people a lot, so why can't the Ming Dynasty fight back against the Later Jin?"

  Before the ascetic monk could speak, the laughing monk said:

"Uncle Master, what you said is wrong. There are so many killings in this world. Although we have the heart to enforce justice, how can we take care of everything? We will take care of it when we see it, and we just hope to have a clear conscience!"

What I mean is, I didn’t see the Later Jin killing Han people, I only care about what I saw.

The Drunken Taoist was confused at this time. He felt that his nephew was too good at sophistry. Both the master and the disciple had destroyed his world view. What kind of logic was this?

  He wanted to help his nephew correct his thoughts, and saw the ascetic monk said to the frowning Miaoyi Zhenren:

"Master, there were changes in the sky at the beginning of the year. The star of the Ming Dynasty was dark, and its luck was declining. It was in danger!"

"But for some reason, my luck has suddenly become stronger, and the Purple Star is no longer dim. I didn't understand why, but today I know that it should be due to these Mohist mechanisms. That's why I think the rise of the Later Jin and the fall of the Ming were God's will. My disciple is following God's will, and not only is he not at fault, but he has made a contribution!"

  When Master Miaoyi thought about the things that Master Changmei planned before his ascension, which were closely related to the general situation of the world, he couldn't help but relax his brows and nodded slightly:

"That's true, but the Emperor Ming is still the emperor of the world. It's hard to explain if he comes to our house now!"

The ascetic monk sneered, "What's the use of a king who is about to lose his country? Don't worry, Master Brother, I will go and talk to the dog emperor. I will make him look so ashamed that he won't dare to come again!"

  Miao Yi Zhenren thought so too. He was not afraid of the emperor who was about to lose his country, so he nodded and agreed, but still reminded him:

"Although he is destined to be the king of a fallen country, he is still the Son of Heaven after all. As long as he is the emperor, he will be blessed by the luck of the human race and protected by hundreds of spirits. You must not hurt him, otherwise you will be retaliated!"

"I know!"

The ascetic monk responded, turned to the drunk Taoist and said, "Come on, Junior Brother, I'll go with you to see that dog emperor!"

The drunk Taoist now regretted coming to the master and disciple to talk about this matter. Not only were they unreasonable, but they also seemed to be causing trouble.

He was just about to say that his senior brother didn't need to go, but the ascetic monk gave some instructions to the laughing monk, telling the disciple to go back and practice, and not to bother with such worldly affairs. Then he turned into a sword light and went to Biyun Temple.

Seeing that Master Miaoyi didn't react, the Drunken Taoist stamped his feet, and quickly summoned his flying sword and chased after him.

Hua Shier was chatting with Yan Renying when he suddenly felt something. He looked towards the southwest sky and saw two rays of light coming one after the other. They arrived in an instant and landed in the courtyard, revealing two figures, one of whom was a monk and the other was the drunk Taoist.

The monk glanced at Hua Twelve and asked without any politeness:

"You are the Emperor of Ming Dynasty!"

The drunk Taoist hurried forward and introduced: "Your Majesty, this is my senior brother, the ascetic monk, and the laughing monk is his disciple!"

Hua Twelve nodded, stood up and said: "Master, I believe you should know why I am here."

The ascetic monk waved his hand and interrupted, "I have understood this matter. It is your fault. Killing people is against the harmony of nature. Let it go this time. Go back, reflect on yourselves more in the future, and don't disturb us again!"

Ximen Chuxue held the hilt of the sword, ready to draw the sword and chop the monk into pieces at any time. What a shame!

Hua Shier was so angry that he laughed: "You mean, the Later Jin stole our food and killed our people, and our Ming soldiers fought bravely, or is it our fault?"

The ascetic monk said coldly: "You don't know the destiny, it's useless to talk to you, just go!"

Hua Shier pretended to understand: "So it's about destiny, then I understand, but I still have a secret that I want to tell you, Master, it's about the Chunyang Heirloom, Master, please come closer."

When the ascetic monk heard that it was about the relics of Lu Zu, he was immediately interested. Lu Dongbin, the Pure Yang Immortal, traveled around the world for 200 years before ascending to heaven. He left his inheritance in various famous mountains and rivers waiting for the right people. Sometimes, you would hear news that a lucky person had obtained a Pure Yang relic. Could it be that the emperor also knew one of them?

He was confident of his strength and was not afraid of being attacked by the emperor. He took two steps forward and stood half a foot in front of Hua Twelve and asked, "What is the Pure Yang Relic? Tell me about it!"

Hua Twelve pretended to whisper something in his ear, and when he got closer, he tui!

He spat all over the ascetic monk's face.

Originally, the ascetic monk was an immortal who had achieved great success in cultivation and it was difficult for ordinary people to launch a sneak attack on him. But Hua Twelve was also an immortal, and although not as good as Hua, the ascetic monk still couldn't dodge the spit he sprayed at him at such a close distance and was sprayed all over his face.

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