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Chapter 123 Tianlong Temple

"Fortunately, the emperor of Dali and the Prince of Zhennan are not dead, otherwise we would be in trouble." A Bi suddenly sighed again.

Hong Chen didn't even open his eyes, and just said, "It doesn't matter if you die."

If Duan Zhengchun was really dead, then he could just cover up the fact that Wang Yuyan was his daughter, and Li Qingluo would definitely be obedient.

Now that Duan Zhengming is dead, Duan Yu will take over directly and complete the mission directly, which is a good thing.

As for the hatred of Dali Kingdom...

Nothing.

A-Bi was helpless. She now knew that her own son was really courageous. He would dare to do whatever he said. While others would hesitate after thinking over and over again, he might just act without even thinking.

But having a young man like this really makes people feel safe.

She glanced at Hong Chen secretly, but Hong Chen looked at her with keen perception.

When their eyes met, A-Bi turned back immediately and quickly changed the subject, saying, "Beiming Divine Art and Lingbo Weibu are both extremely rare martial arts in the martial arts world. Only you would be willing to make such a deal. And you also passed them on to me and Sister Yuyan..."

A-Bi sighed from the bottom of her heart.

Most of the martial arts skills in the martial arts world are hidden very deeply. Not to mention being traded with others, sometimes even one's own sons are unwilling to reveal even a little bit of them. However, she and Wang Yuyan had been taught all of them long ago, and they had also received guidance without reservation.

inside the carriage.

Wang Yuyan held the sword across her knees, stroking the blade with her fingertips. She listened quietly to the conversation outside the car, an innocent smile naturally appearing on her face.

Mu Wanqing did not put on her veil again. Her big watery eyes kept looking at Wang Yuyan. The more she looked, the more discouraged she felt.

In terms of appearance alone, she is indeed slightly inferior to Wang Yuyan.

Her eyes were too unscrupulous, and Wang Yuyan soon noticed it.

"Miss Mu?"

"Ah! What's wrong?"

Wang Yuyan laughed and said softly, "You've been looking at me."

Mu Wanqing smiled awkwardly, then looked into her eyes and said seriously, "Miss Wang is very beautiful. I... have never seen a woman more beautiful than you."

Praise from the same sex is often more convincing than admiration from the opposite sex.

Wang Yuyan's cheeks suddenly turned red, and she turned her head away shyly, "Miss Mu, you are too kind. You are also very beautiful."

The carriage creaked slightly as it moved, and light shone through the swaying curtains onto her profile, outlining a facial contour that seemed to be glowing. Her fair, flawless skin was like a piece of jade that had been carefully carved. Her eyelashes, which trembled slightly due to shyness, adorned her autumn-water eyes, and her rosy cheeks were more beautiful than any other scenery in the world.

Mu Wanqing couldn't help but bite her lip secretly: Why is she more beautiful?
She took a breath silently, suppressed her thoughts, and forced a smile, "Miss Wang and Master Hong are familiar with each other?"

Wang Yuyan blinked and looked down at the sword for a long moment, her eyes blank. She shook her head gently, "It seems... not very familiar."

She recalled the first time they met, which was at Tianping Mountain outside Gusu City. At that time, she never thought that she would travel the world with him.

Later, at Mantuo Villa, I learned that he was a very successful businessman and was treated as a guest of honor by my mother.

Then he saved my mother and me.

In addition, in the past ten days or so, he taught Bei Ming Divine Art, Ling Bo Wei Bu and swordsmanship.

Strange? Not really.

Familiar? Not really.

Thinking about it this way, I suddenly realized that I had already owed him a lot without realizing it...

Wang Yuyan frowned slightly.

"I'm not familiar with it. Will he teach you Bei Ming Sheng Gong and Ling Bo Wei Bu? Although I don't know how powerful these two martial arts are, but looking at your body movements when fighting with Yun Zhonghe before, I think it should be an amazing and unique martial art." Mu Wanqing also frowned, "Besides, if it wasn't for you just now, he seemed to have no reason to offend the Dali Kingdom and almost killed their Zhennan King and Emperor."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuyan's grip on the sword tightened.

Mu Wanqing rolled her eyes and turned to look out the window: "If Miss Wang doesn't want to say it, then don't say it. There's no need to lie to me."

Wang Yuyan tried to explain, only to find that she couldn't. She thought: But, apart from the daily greetings and training instructions, the Master and I really don't have any other communication. He always talks to A-Bi about things...

Outside the carriage.

Hong Chen shook the green jade gourd, looked at the wine tumbling inside, and spoke softly.

“The value of martial arts can only be realized by relying on people. It is like a key. Some people can directly open the treasure, while others can only open a pile of garbage.”

The most important thing is that we picked these two things up, so there is no need to feel sorry for them.

If more people practice, they can also raise some "furnace tripods" at the same time.

Ah Bi didn't know what he was thinking, so she retorted, "But people who practice unique martial arts are definitely different from those who practice ordinary martial arts. Besides, Bei Ming Divine Art is so powerful. Otherwise, why do martial arts often lead to bloodshed because of a unique martial art or a weapon?"

Hong Chen couldn't help but smile: "Okay, okay, but the technique is mine, and I taught you. Why do you sound unconvinced by me?"

"I...I just think what you said is not quite right." A Bi looked ahead awkwardly.

Hong Chen took another sip of wine, then hugged the gourd and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Today's events were indeed beyond his plan, but it seemed that this was not a bad idea.

In exchanging martial arts for martial arts, although the Beiming Divine Art is not inferior to the Six Meridians Divine Sword, combined with the Lingbo Weibu it is far better than the combination of One Yang Finger and Six Meridians Divine Sword.

But whether Tenryuji is willing to change is another matter.

Just like what A-Bi said, many people care about not letting their family's unique skills spread out and be known to others, so as to avoid being discovered and controlled by others in the future. This is not a problem from the perspective of inheritance.

It’s just that Hong Chen doesn’t need to leave behind his unique skills, so he won’t hold on to something so good and refuse to let go.

Martial arts is a kind of knowledge. It will not disappear after the exchange of knowledge, but will only allow you to master more.

Assuming that according to the original plan, Tianlong Temple is unwilling to change, he will still have to take action.

It would be better to seize the opportunity and initiative like now, so that even if we still have to take action at that time, we will have a reason.

In the evening, the carriage entered Dali City.

After asking the locals, A Bi drove to an inn with a better environment. The four of them had their meal and went back to their rooms to rest.

Hong Chen sat on the bed, busying himself with his hands, trying to perfect "Vengeance for Every Sin". Ah Bi and Wang Yuyan sat opposite each other and practiced together.

Mu Wanqing leaned against the window, gazing at the starry sky, wondering what she was thinking.

at the same time.

The Dali Palace was bustling with activity.

Monks from Tianlong Temple, officials from Dali Kingdom and others entered the palace one after another.

After learning about the injuries of Duan Zhengming, Duan Zhengchun and even the four major guards, he first felt relieved, and then became angry.

"Who dares to hurt the Emperor and the Prince of Zhennan to this extent?"

As a witness, Duan Yu kept his head down, so people couldn't see his expression clearly, but the tears that kept falling on the back of his hands still made people feel helpless.

The prince of Zhennan, the only heir to the throne of the Duan family. It has long been said that he is a boy who has read Buddhist scriptures to the point of being almost stupid, and is unwilling to learn martial arts. Now it seems that the rumors are indeed true.

Duan Zhengming withstood three palms from Hong Chen and was still asleep. The four guards had not woken up yet, so Duan Zhengchun had to take the initiative to explain the reason.

After hearing this, everyone fell silent.

What most people are thinking is: Does the kind of master described by Duan Zhengchun really exist?
Secondly, if this kind of master really wants to take the Six Meridians Divine Sword, can Tianlong Temple stop him?
Not long after, Princess Dao Baifeng of Zhennan, who was nominally wanting to become a nun, quickly arrived. She first hugged her son and they both cried bitterly. Then, she looked at Duan Zhengchun, who was lying on the bed and almost wrapped up like a dumpling, and her eyes became red again.

Duan Zhengming woke up late at night. He announced on the spot that he would abdicate to the Prince of Zhennan. He then had him sent to Tianlong Temple and ordained as a monk overnight.

So much so that when Hong Chen saw him sitting in a wooden wheelchair with a bald head in Tianlong Temple the next day, he almost thought he had accidentally traveled through time again.

"Duan Zhengming, you are so fast, right? Has Duan Yu ascended the throne?" Hong Chen asked with a smile.

Duan Zhengming showed a wry smile, while most of the monks from the Tianlong Temple behind him glared at him.

"Master Hong, there are still some preparations for ascending the throne, but Yu'er has already received the respect of the court officials. He is now the emperor of Dali. In addition, I have instructed Zhengchun to choose a Baiyi woman to enter the palace as his queen."

As Duan Zhengming finished his words, the second golden ring on Hong Chen's wrist quickly grew full.

Hong Chen nodded: "As expected of a former emperor, he really keeps his word. So, it should be okay for me to come and get the One Finger of Sun and the Six Meridians Divine Sword today?"

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengming's face suddenly showed a hint of embarrassment. He lowered his head, pursed his lips and remained silent for a while.

Hong Chen was not in a hurry, but the looks of A-Bi, Wang Yuyan and Mu Wanqing behind him all became strange.

Mu Wanqing said bluntly, "I didn't believe you when you said that this morning, but now it seems that I overestimated the Tianlong Temple. You guys don't really want to reject you on the grounds that Duan Zhengming can't decide the ownership of the Six Meridians Divine Sword, do you?"

Hearing these words, Duan Zhengming, who had once been an emperor, couldn't help but blush slightly.

"Oh, you're right!" Mu Wanqing sneered, turned around and bowed to Hong Chen: "Young Master is indeed famous."

Hong Chen waved his hand, very satisfied with Mu Wanqing, the temporary supporting actor. He smiled and said, "It's okay. To be honest, I took it for granted yesterday. It seems reasonable that the emperor cannot make the decision on such a precious martial art as the Six Meridians Divine Sword. After all, the emperor of Dali Kingdom doesn't have much power."

Duan Zhengming didn't care about Hong Chen's sarcasm.

The strongest aristocratic families and local indigenous ethnic groups in Dali are similar to those in the Central Plains. The reason why the Duan family was able to sit firmly on the throne was that they relied most on the Tianlong Temple, not only because the Six Meridians Divine Sword was in the Tianlong Temple, but also because there were many top masters in the martial arts world here.

The person who truly holds power in the Dali Kingdom is the Prime Minister!
In other words, Hong Chen was telling the truth.

"Young Master, let's go into the temple first." Duan Zhengming sighed.

"Okay, I also want to meet the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple. Lead the way!" Hong Chen nodded, and then looked at the thriving Bodhi tree outside the temple.

Thinking of how Princess Zhennan had made love with a filthy beggar under a tree, he couldn't help but be shocked.

What a play!

Neither he nor Li Qingluo had tried outdoor activities before, so they would have to learn more later.

Coincidentally, at this moment, an unusual sound suddenly came from all directions, making it difficult to tell the direction.

Dull, slightly hoarse, not like a normal person.

"Tianlong Temple was supported by the Duan family and has always been under the leadership of the royal family. Duan Zhengming, you are called the Emperor Baoding, but you are under the control of Tianlong Temple. Are you deceiving this young master, or are you a waste from the beginning?"

Hearing this, everyone's faces changed slightly and they turned around to look around.

Only Hong Chen looked directly to the southeast.

In the shade of the dense forest, there stood a sloppy man with a disfigured face, crippled legs, and leaning on two iron crutches.

Seeing Hong Chen looking at him, he narrowed his eyes slightly and then nodded.

Hong Chen smiled slightly, turned his head and looked inside the Tianlong Temple, thinking: Should I give Duan Yu, who has just become the emperor, a gift of changing his father?
Duan Zhengming soon found Duan Yanqing. He bowed towards the forest and said, "I wonder which master has come to visit us. Please show yourself!"

Soon, Duan Yanqing walked out of the forest, followed by Ye Erniang, Yue Laosan and Zhong Wanchou.

The white gauze oozing with blood was trembling at the broken arm of Ye Erniang. She lowered her head and dared not look at Hong Chen any longer. Yue Laosan also looked around and pretended that he had never seen Hong Chen.

Zhong Wanchou's arrival is quite new.

Duan Yanqing said without moving his mouth, "Master Hong, Yun Zhonghe sought his own death and deserved it. I apologize to you." He bowed his head slightly and continued, "This is Zhong Wanchou, the master of Wanjie Valley who replaced Yun Zhonghe."

Hong Chen: "Valley Master Zhong, I did meet him yesterday."

Zhong Wanchou bowed and forced an ugly smile on his face, "Meet Master Hong."

Hong Chen nodded, not giving Duan Zhengming a chance to speak, and said directly: "I believe you all came to Tianlong Temple to watch the fun, so why not come with me?"

"Okay, thank you." Duan Yanqing nodded.

Duan Zhengming frowned slightly, but did not say much. He asked someone to push the wheelchair and lead the way into the temple.

When they arrived at the main hall, there was already a large group of people sitting or standing under the huge golden Buddha, and their eyes were all on Hong Chen.

Duan Zhengchun, who was also sitting in a wheelchair, had on one side Dao Baifeng, who looked unhappy and had a stern look, and on the other side Duan Yu, who had changed into noble clothes.

There were four old monks sitting cross-legged on cushions with their hands clasped together and their eyes slightly closed, and a standing monk with yellow eyebrows.

Hong Chen glanced at him and smiled.

"Duan Zhengming, what was the first condition I proposed yesterday?"

(End of this chapter)