Chapter 482
482 Luo Yuheng’s shock (1)
On the top floor of the stargazing tower, the supervisor had left the eight trigrams stage and was staring at the carving knife in Xu Qi ‘an’s hand with a sharp gaze.
Did you also choose him … At this moment, the “God” who had guarded the capital for 500 years and was in the hearts of the people of Da Feng muttered to himself.
“Hahaha …”
Emperor Yuan jing raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar. With his hands behind his back, he stood in the skyscraper of Da Feng and listened to the cheers of his people. This was the victory of Da Feng, and also his victory.
This time, the Buddha’s Gate was under his feet.
Emperor Yuan jing sighed and said, “”How many years has it been since such an outstanding young man has appeared in the capital?”
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The framed man let out a shrill scream and stomped his feet in excitement. I won, huaiqing! The dog slave won! He’s mine! He’s mine!
Huaiqing looked at the unconscious Xu Qi ‘an, his eyes filled with infatuation.
She was an outstanding woman, noble and proud. Even if she was the top scholar, she was not bad in huaiqing’s eyes. There were countless talents in the capital, but the only one who could earn Princess huaiqing’s respect was Wei Yuan.
Director Zhao Shou was a senior worthy of respect, but he was not worthy of her admiration.
At this moment, huaiqing recalled Xu Qi ‘an’s various deeds. When the tax and silver case was first exposed, he secretly set up a trap to frame the son of the Vice Minister of Revenue, Zhou Li, and completely eliminated the hidden danger.
Then, he joined the night watchman, killed the silver Gong, went to prison, and was assigned to investigate the Sang Bo case … Almost independently completed the investigation of the Yunzhou case, then died in battle against the 400 rebel soldiers, and returned to the capital … He was ordered to investigate the fu Fei case.
During this period, every three to five days, there would be a great piece of work, which greatly encouraged the scholars of great Feng.
And now, he had replaced the Directorate of Celestials in a battle of magical powers with the Buddhist sect. He had struck twice with his blade and forcefully brought back the confidence of the people of the capital.
A discussion on Dao had enlightened the obsession of the old monk under the Bodhi tree, allowing a second stage Arhat to gain enlightenment and understand Mahayana Buddhism.
After that, Qing Guangtian came from the outside. He destroyed the Dharma and the Arhat talisman with one strike.
Princess huaiqing had never seen such an outstanding man before. Never.
The female family members cheered up while the civil and military officials burst out into laughter … In the midst of the explosive cheers, Xu Pingzhi slumped into his chair, as if he had been drained of all his energy.
Just a little bit more and the weapon he had raised would have been snatched away by the Buddhist League.
In the midst of the cheers and blood-boiling shouts of the people in the capital, Xu Qi ‘an was ignored. Xu Erlang walked over silently and carried his brother on his back.
. In the end, I’m the one who took on everything …’ Xu Erlang thought.
He carried Xu Qi ‘an on his back and walked in the direction of the Watchmen. He saw Xu Qi’ an holding a carving knife tightly in his hand.
What was this thing? it seemed to be a carving knife?
Looking at its appearance, it seemed to be the ‘brush’ used by scholars in ancient times. At that time, there was no paper, and words were recorded on bamboo slips. Scholars held carving knives and wrote down the talents of the world on bamboo slips.
Where did the carving knife come from … Later, if no one noticed, he would secretly steal it from big brother! Xu Erlang was a little envious. This kind of antique was very attractive to scholars.
Due Arhat stood where he was, dazed. He did not feel sorry for the loss of his magic item, the Golden alms bowl. He regretted that such a son of Buddha with a natural root of wisdom could not convert to Buddhism.
“Senior granduncle …”
Monk Jing Chen looked at Xu Erlang’s back and then at Xu Qi ‘an on his shoulder. He said in a deep voice, “”Almsgiver Xu is a genius of Buddhism bestowed by the heavens, the founder of Mahayana Buddhism. Martial granduncle must bring him back to the Western regions.”
Du ‘e Arhat pondered for a long time and sighed, “”Forget it, fate has not arrived.”
Monk jingchen was unwilling to give up. He seemed to have thought of something and turned back to look at the stargazing tower. He opened his mouth but chose to remain silent in the end.
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The battle between the Buddhist sect and the Directorate of Celestials had ended, but the lingering effects of this spectacular event continued.
In a certain restaurant, a middle-aged man wearing an old blue shirt, carrying an empty wine pot, crossed the threshold, entered the hall on the first floor, and went straight to the counter.
“Shopkeeper, I heard that as long as I talk to you about a battle of magical powers, you will give me a pot of wine for free?”
The shopkeeper with a goatee smiled and nodded. you can also talk while drinking. We’ll give you a plate of peanuts as a gift.
The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment. He had wanted to bring the wine back home to drink, but the shopkeeper had given him too much. alright, then we’ll drink here. Quick, get the peanuts.
The shopkeeper waved his hand and called a waiter over. He brought a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts to the middle-aged man in the shabby blue shirt.
The blue-robed middle-aged man took a sip of wine, picked up two peanuts, and threw them into his mouth. He said slowly,
“The Buddhist Arhat threw the Golden alms bowl on the ground, and suddenly the weather changed. Thunder and lightning interweaved, and the sky transformed into a Buddhist realm. There were four stages in this Buddhist realm. The first stage was called the eight distresses formation. This formation was extraordinary. It was said that it was used by eminent monks to temper their Buddhist hearts …
“The second stage is called the Vajra formation. Shopkeeper, do you know who the Vajra is?”
The middle-aged man looked at the shopkeeper disdainfully.
“Isn’t he that little monk from the southern city?” The waiter laughed awkwardly.
“That’s right, he’s just a small monk.” Another customer at the table chimed in.
“So you all know about it …” The blue-robed middle-aged man was stunned.
didn’t he just kill our Xu yinluo with one strike? what invincible Vajra? he’s just a paper tiger. Bah! The expression of the customer who spoke was filled with the pride of a person from the capital.
If it was a day ago, they would have gritted their teeth at the mention of the young monk jingsi. there are so many experts in Da Feng. Can’t they even deal with a young monk? ”
Incompetent rage.
But now, at the mention of the little Vajra monk, even the common people proudly straightened their chests and sneered in disdain. It was nothing more than this.