Chapter 42: Meeting the Son of Heaven

Not long after, Fu Tianqiu, Zuo Qianhu and others walked in.

"Master Fu. ”

Fahai gave a Buddha salute.

"Don't dare to be it, you can't dare to be it. Fu Tianqiu hurriedly returned the salute: "Thank you, Master, for saving my life." Pudu Cihang, this demon is ambushed, I am going to go back to the capital to report to the emperor, but this time I came, but I said goodbye to the mage. ”

"In such a hurry?"

Zuo Qianhu on the side said kindly: "Yes, although the demons are removed, I am afraid that Your Majesty will bewitch other traitors again, and it is inconvenient to stay." ”

Fahai smiled: "Then let's go with us." ”

"Together?"

Zuo Qianhu was first shocked, and then overjoyed, in his mind, Fahai and other worldly masters would not miss the mortal world at all, so he simply didn't open his mouth to stay, but he didn't expect Fahai to take the initiative to ask to go along.

"yes. Fahai nodded, still with that peaceful smile: "The centipede spirit is excepted, but his disciples and grandchildren are also disguised as adults and hiding in the court, if these demons are not killed for a day, how can the world be peaceful?"

Zuo Qianhu felt a chill in his heart.

This master...... It's really murderous.

However, demons should be killed!

After another greeting, everyone hit the road in a mighty way.

......

Seven or eight days later, they were at the foot of the Imperial City.

When the guards at the gate saw a group of men in armor and swords coming, their expressions became vigilant.

Although this is at the foot of the Son of Heaven, but he can't bear the chaos of the world, who knows if this is a group of crazy people who came to the imperial city to make trouble?

If you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what happens.

When everyone approached, the face of the city guard led by him was soothed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, put down the hand pressed on the hilt of the knife, and took the initiative to step forward and salute, "Lord Qianhu, are you back?"

Looking at the city gate looks easy, but not everyone does it, at least you have to remember clearly, which people can properly get some oil and water, and which people can't be provoked.

Although Zuo Qianhu is not a big official in the capital, he still has a few cards in his skills.

"Hmm. Zuo Qianhu hugged his fist: "I am entangled in official business, so I won't talk much." ”

"Harm, how can you delay the adult's business. The man smiled, and without questioning the others, waved his hand and gave way to the way.

After all, the capital is the capital, and the security is much better than other cities, Fahai raised his eyes, and there were exquisite and luxurious buildings everywhere, and the places next to it, except for the city lord's mansion, there were often only a few that could have such a grand style.

"Selling sugar gourds~It's not delicious, you don't need money~"

There are hawkers hawking on the streets.

"Guest officer, come and play~"

Sister Yao began to solicit customers in broad daylight.

The ten-mile long street, the bright lights, the flow of people everywhere, a vibrant scene.

But in Fahai's eyes, there was a trace of sadness.

Oh, in the eyes of mortals, all singing and dancing are level, but under his Fa eyes, in the most majestic place in the capital, there is one demonic breath after another.

Soon, the crowd came to the most majestic of buildings.

A guard with a knife blocked the way: "Who?"

Zuo Qianhu took out a sign from his arms and handed it over, "I have something to face the saint, please pass it on." ”

After reading the sign, the guard bowed slightly: "Lord Qianhu waits." ”

With that, he walked to the palace.

After a while, everyone was allowed to enter the palace, but the sword soldiers behind Zuo Qianhu naturally had to be handed in, and it was impossible for him to bring them in.

Inside the main hall.

There was a man in a golden dragon robe sitting on the golden luan, and the ministers in the audience all lowered their eyes, if they looked up, they could see the pale color of the man's face, and he looked like he had been hollowed out by wine.

"Zuo Qianhu Fu Tianqiu and Zen Master Fahai of Jinshan Temple are asking to see him outside the door at the moment. ”

The guards entered the hall again to report.

"Let them in. ”

The emperor said with interest, and there was a eunuch next to him who gave a loud order: "Xuanzuo Qianhu Jinshan Temple Fahai Zen Master Fu Tianqiu, enter the palace to face the saint." ”

One after another, the voices came outside the hall gate, and Zuo Qianhu suddenly thought of something at this time, and glanced at Fahai in embarrassment.

Would a master like a master know the etiquette in the court?

The thought was fleeting in his mind.

It's too late to think about it that much.

Entering the main hall, Fu Tianqiu and Zuo Qianhu knelt on the ground first.

Fahai ...... Tilting his head, he slowly looked at the emperor above.

The others were now arranged to live in the inn.

"Bold!"

The old eunuch beside the emperor scolded with a sharp voice: "Where did the wild monk come from, and he didn't kneel when he saw His Majesty?"

Wild monks?

Fahai glanced at the old eunuch lightly and did not speak.

Zuo Qianhu and Fu Tianqiu, who were kneeling on the ground, had cold sweat on their foreheads, but they were not worried about Fahai.

They had seen this master's supernatural powers, and even the entire Imperial City's forbidden army might not be able to hurt him in the slightest.

What they are worried about is......

If Fahai is angry, he may do something beyond his imagination.

After all, they had seen the character of this master.

"That's it. The emperor waved his hand and said magnanimously: "The mage is a person outside the party, so he naturally does not stick to vulgar etiquette. ”

His tone was a little curious: "I heard that the Zen master is very powerful, I don't know, which is higher or lower with my Dharma Abbot Pudu Cihang?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he burst out laughing.

He knows a little about Pudu Cihang's supernatural powers, even if Fahai is the presiding officer of Jinshan Temple and has a good reputation, how can he compare it with the Fazhang of a country?

"Demons, you deserve to be compared to me?"

Fahai said indifferently.

As soon as he finished speaking, a courtier immediately jumped out: "Fazhang Pudu Cihang saves the world and helps people, how can you be compared to a monk?"

"Don't be ashamed!"

For a while, the crowd in the hall was excited, and the emperor raised his eyebrows slightly, and he was dissatisfied with Fahai in his heart.

Pudu Cihang is a demon, so what is he?

Fahai turned his head and smiled.

Then, there was a burst of applause.

"Great Mighty Dragon!"

The cold sweat on Zuo Qianhu and Fu Tianqiu's foreheads had not yet disappeared, and their hearts jumped violently.

Although they already knew that there were still many demons lurking in the court, but, anyway, this was the Jinluan Palace.

Fahai just shot like this, and there is still imperial power in his eyes?

Even if the identity of these demons is confirmed, what will the emperor think in his heart?

It's just unscrupulous!

For a time, the sound of Buddha in the main hall was lingering.

Some ministers are puzzled, some ministers are angry, but more ...... but they wailed!

Before the emperor could attack, he saw a large number of His Highness's courtiers struggling on the ground, and a trace of black qi came out of their bodies.