Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 526 Qilin Dynasty

What lives deep in the imperial city?
Pei Ye was stunned for a moment.

Xu Chuo had indeed never told him about this, and he himself had never thought about it. The emperor, concubines, eunuchs, palace maids...what else could there be?

"The Daming Palace was built four hundred years ago. Over the years, it has been deserted many times, and even the name on the dragon throne has been changed again and again, but there is a life that has always been entrenched there." The black-clothed young man sighed and looked up. The white snake was about to climb to the top. "It is even older than the Daming Palace."

"The Tang Dynasty was founded on it, and it survived with its life. It has gone through countless brutal civil wars and foreign wars, and the palace has been burned several times, but it still stands firm." The black-clothed young man turned around and looked at the stunned young man, and said softly, "It was sent down from the sky eight hundred years ago. It may be the most powerful immortal hunter in the world today. It knows the will of heaven and governs the people. We call it... [Qilin]."

"..."

"Among all the immortal arts and magical powers in the world, only the one he controls is called [Fortune]." The black-clothed young man looked at the young man, "You also have an immortal hunter who is born with immortal power. If it can live for 800 years, do you know what that means?"

"..."

Pei Ye subconsciously looked at the kitten on his shoulder... Eight hundred years, that was indeed a heart-wrenchingly long time.

Two hundred years would be enough for it to reach the highest point of the Fire Path.

"Yes... He is the Taoist master of the mortal world, a true immortal on earth." Young Master Xuanyi sighed softly and looked up at the sky, "——The auspicious beast Qilin lives in the Ming Palace, it governs peace and inherits the fortune of the Tang Dynasty. All descendants who have Qilin blood will be the monarch... As long as Qilin is alive, the Tang Dynasty will not perish."

"..."

"The man who made the bloodline covenant with Qilin back then was surnamed Li. However, the territory of the Tang Dynasty is vast, and it is difficult to continue for a long time with a trunk without branches. So they set up auxiliary bloodlines in the four directions..." The black-clothed young man smiled slightly, "I think you have guessed it even without me saying it - they are the Cui, Li, Wang, Lu, and Zheng families."

"..."

Pei Ye looked at the young man in front of him quietly for a long time without saying a word.

The young man who was still reading chivalrous stories in the mountain village a few months ago would never have imagined that this was the appearance of the lower class of the dynasty in which he lived.

The young man who had been with Xianquan before his meridians were opened quickly understood most of it - what is [Fortune]?
The tendency of things to grow and decline, survive and perish.

Many times, people call it "God's will" because the rise and fall of all things comes from God.

The beings who hold this power cannot arbitrarily make a dynasty rise and fall, survive or perish, because the most direct influence on everything is the huge and complex reality, and the highest determining will is destiny. But it is at least based on a certain abstract trend after the changes of all things, and can complete a certain degree of [forecast] and [correction] of it.

Those who carry the blood of the Qilin are the human beings who can express these [foresights] and complete certain [corrections].

From the perspective of the people of the Tang Dynasty, it is a prosperous Tang Dynasty, always following the will of heaven. Because [Fortune] is something between the will of heaven and reality, then what "The One with Kylin Blood is the King" brings is the mysterious path of "Haotian - Kylin - Tang Emperor".

After understanding this, Pei Ye quietly looked at the big snake that was slowly climbing up, as if he understood many things at once.

The rustling sound became more sacred amid the Sanskrit chanting. Pei Ye raised his head. This long scripture was finally coming to an end.

All the sounds in the building quieted down, and the guests stopped talking. Even many people here rarely saw such a miraculous sight, not to mention that this was the prelude to listening to the will of heaven today.

On the 18th floor of the red building, the long body of the white snake coiled 18 times, and the delicate white scales were right in front of Pei Ye, one of which was as big as his upper body. There was no sign of the snake's appearance, and Pei Ye didn't see any space downstairs that could accommodate it. Pei Ye used [Quail Head] at this time, trying to get rid of the influence of his mind and see the essence of something, but the next moment he was inevitably stunned - nothing happened.

Everything was clear and insightful, but no "essence" was detected. [Que Shou] was the ultimate authority of the mind, and Pei Ye could even resist the influence of the Immortal Lord with it. However, at this time, not only did he not see the expected "reality", he could not even see the path to escape from this space and time.

The black cat was also startled at this moment. They looked at each other in their minds for a moment, and saw the confusion that flashed across each other's eyes.

Pei Ye silently closed the quail head with no expression on his face, while the black cat lowered his head in thought.

This means that they cannot actively leave this realm, and like everyone else, they can only wait for "the effect of the drug to wear off in two hours."

The power of the mind realm did not work beyond Pei Ye's prediction. He tried to go inward. Zhaotu and Xiting could still be entered at any time, but they were not connected to this realm, as if they were two things of different natures.

At this time, the bright light was cast down, and there was a slight hum in the upper floors. Pei Ye looked up and saw a rare wonder before his eyes - a full moon was moving in the center of the sky, and also above the center of the building. The moonlight shone in through the intricately carved window lattices of the building, like thousands of interlaced soft white ribbons, making the top two floors clear.

Pei Ye had never known that the moonlight could be so bright, or perhaps there was some formation at work. In any case, the sacred atmosphere above was like connecting to the heavens. The white snake quietly stopped its body under the moonlight, raised its head slightly respectfully, and handed the scripture in its mouth to the side of the railing.

Under everyone's gaze, an old hand bathed in the moonlight gently took over the scripture.

"The White Snake presents the scriptures and the bells ring ten thousand times. It is considered the highest standard of sacrifice." said the young man in black.

On the highest floor, three figures had been standing there at some point.

The man in the left hand holds a scripture, with the face of a Confucian scholar, a solemn crown, neat clothes and boots, and white hair and beard. He must not have any accomplishments, but it seems that he should appear in a large venue with 100,000 people to preach and give sermons.

"Tianliyuan [Zhezi], one of the four Confucian philosophers, is the most respected person in the world." said the young man in black. But Pei Ye's eyes were still firmly attracted by the man on his right.

He was a tall and thin man, he must be quite old, but it was hard to tell exactly how old he was. He was wearing a dark robe and carrying a black sword. When he appeared on the field, the whole world where Zhulou was located seemed to be silent for a moment.

His face was that of a black fox.

"The Youdu lineage in Beihai Prefecture is in power. The heir of Xuan has come here with his beloved disciple today." The light voice of the young master in black clothes sounded beside his ear, as if he was talking to himself, "Twenty years of Tianlou, how come he is now a figure that is not more than ten fingers away from the capital."

"..." Pei Ye's keen intuition almost froze him at this moment, and the beating of his heart and lungs was suppressed to an extremely low level.

After a few breaths that seemed like half a moment, he shifted his gaze from that person to the one in the middle.

He was the only one moving forward.

He walked with a slight stagger, had a delicate Buddha face, and wore a pure vegetarian Buddhist robe. He was a little thin and barefoot. He must be quite old, and he didn't seem to have any cultivation, but the hair hanging down his back was still pure black, and his posture was also upright and quiet, which was the ultimate way of health preservation.

He walked to the incense table, where the white snake was quietly raising its head, as if paying respect. He gently placed the scripture in his hand on the fire, and the fire shone with star-like golden light, slowly engulfing the page of scripture.

Pei Ye looked at him without saying a word... At this moment, he knew without anyone reminding him that this was the owner of the Huan Tower.

The scripture turned into golden ashes in the flames, and fell with the flames, landing on the raised forehead of the white snake, and then the scales were ignited.

One piece, two pieces, spreading endlessly, in the grand Sanskrit sound, Pei Ye watched the white snake scatter in the scripture fire, and the scales turned into pages of copied scriptures, each page burning with holy flames, floating down from the sky.

The Buddha face in front of the incense table gently clasped his hands together in the wonderful sound, bowed his head, and a clear and old voice sounded in the sky: "Since I worshipped Buddha, I have been pure-hearted and abstinent. However, in the autumn, I committed three evil deeds. They were all caused by greed, anger and ignorance from the beginning, and were born from my body, speech and mind. I now repent for all of them. I am now copying 100,800 pages of the Sutra of the Original Vow of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and the Diamond Sutra to present to you with a sincere heart."

All the burned scriptures turned into golden ash, covering the entire red building from the top, and the fire that fell on the window paper and wooden railings were not damaged at all.

Pei Ye watched this scene quietly until the scriptures began to fall to the floor where he was. Many guests reached out to catch them curiously, but the flames seemed to have spirits, floating like catkins, unpredictable. Even if caught in the hand, it would neither hurt people nor stop, burning a page of scriptures between people's fingers at a uniform speed.

Pei Ye looked at these falling scriptures, but suddenly his eyes focused. He raised his hand lightly, and a page of Fire Scripture was obediently summoned by him. The flames disappeared silently, leaving only a page of scriptures in his hand.

"…My mother likes to eat fish and turtles. She eats mostly the eggs of the fish and turtles, either frying or boiling them, and eats them to her heart's content. Her life span is estimated to be tens of thousands times that of the mother. Venerable Master, please have mercy on her and help her.
The arhat took pity on her and, in order to help her, advised Guangmu: “You can sincerely chant the Pure Lotus-Eyed Tathagata and also make a sculpture or painting of his image, and you will receive rewards in both life and death…”

Pei Ye looked at the page of scriptures, pursed his lips and remained silent.

The paper is thin and flexible, with a delicate touch, and is the best plum green paper in Jiangnan.
The quality of the ink is also excellent, with rich texture and lacquer-like luster. It is Xi ink from Hebei Province. This kind of ink is not too difficult to buy, but a square as big as a baby's fist is worth a hundred taels of silver.

And in the burning fire, the mellow aroma rushed into the nose more clearly, borneol, saffron, snow lotus, musk... it was the carefully blended [Tibetan incense].

Pei Ye slowly raised his head. The figure on the ceiling was quietly putting his hands together and lowering his head. His lips moved as if he was silently reciting scriptures.

"The cost of a short note like this is probably nearly two taels." Xie Chuantang Chenshi's cold voice echoed in his ears.

At this time, the waiters in green came in and said humbly, "The Buddhist ceremony is over. All guests can go to the top floor for the banquet. Today, the ancient poet is Shangguan Xueshi, the swordsman is Yu Fengnian 'Little Sword Immortal', and there are other talented monks who are available for discussion. His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince has already ridden his snake soul to heaven. After the Buddha's ashes are cleared of impurities, the celestial being will return to report the will of heaven."

The guests in the building began to move. Pei Ye took a quick look and saw many unfamiliar faces. However, there were not many people who had not taken off their masks, and there were only about ten of them.

And just as the waiter's words fell and the golden ash fell to the lower level, Pei Ye clearly felt that something was disappearing from the red building. The feedback from the Chihuo source was... Ling Xuan.

"The spirit cannot enter, and the true qi is forbidden to flow. In an unaffected empty and clear place, with a mortal body, one can clearly receive the will of heaven." Young Master Xuanyi sighed, "The fourth prince Li Zhi is the choice of the crown prince. Only those with pure unicorn blood can have such a strong connection with the unicorn, not to mention that he himself is born with the 'heart of knowing fate' and can sense the will of heaven, almost a true 'Son of Heaven'."

“…The true energy just can’t leave the body, but it’s not completely banned.” Pei Ye lowered his head and gently flexed his hands.

"Of course, we can't really expect people to watch two mortals fighting swords." He smiled faintly, "Although I believe that you don't care too much about such restrictions."

Pei Ye tilted his head to the other side. The guests were going upstairs, and Cui Zhaoye was walking towards him. The girl's eyes fell on the young man in black clothes beside him. She paused and frowned in surprise.

"Do you care? - I see you are not wearing a sword." Pei Ye turned around.

"I don't practice swordsmanship. Killing people on the battlefield is too slow." Young Master Xuanyi rubbed his wrists and raised his hand to take off his mask. "I don't fight this either. I just came here to take a look."

This is not a very handsome face, but it is cold and profound, with sharp eyebrows like two halberds, and black and cold pupils. This is a very cold and upright appearance, but when the eyebrows are raised and the mouth is slightly pursed, it shows some deepness and sarcasm. The temperament of this face is so different that it is hard to imagine what his expression will be in the next moment.

"Thank you very much for telling me so much." Pei Ye looked at the face in front of him with a blank expression, "May I ask your name?"

"My name is Yong Ji." He lowered his head and put the mask into his sleeves, then raised his head and said calmly, "I guess I can be considered the Crown Prince of Yan. I think in the next six months, either you kill me or I kill you."

(End of this chapter)