Good night's sleep!

Chen Xiaoyu pushed open the door of the post station room, and the silence and the others were already waiting in the courtyard.

"Morning! Master of Silence, Silence, Silence! ”

Looking at the three Zen masters who were ready to go, Chen Xiaoyu beckoned slightly awkwardly.

"The little fishing donor is early."

Silence replied and asked with concern, "Did the little fishing donor sleep well last night?" ”

"I slept well......"

Chen Xiaoyu scratched his head, he didn't know why Silence wanted to ask him if he slept well.

Is it because the King of Huaiyang is a city that never sleeps?

However, a boy born and raised in the era of industrial civilization has long been familiar with the city life day and night, even in a narrow rental house, he can sleep until dawn without turning off the lights all night.

"Ha~" In order to behave normally, Chen Xiaoyu snorted, stretched his waist and walked to the side of Silence and the others, and muttered: "It's okay, it's just that I'm not used to the bright lights of Huaiyang Wangdu all night." ”

"The little fishing donor is talking about the Buddha beads."

Lonely Chen faces due west, on the tower of Juntian Temple, the golden Buddha beads of last night are more dazzling under the morning light at this moment.

Chen Xiaoyu covered his forehead with one hand and squinted at it, thinking that this Buddha bead must be in his protagonist's bag again.

So he smiled and asked, "What is that Buddha bead?" ”

Silence explained: "My Buddha is merciful, this is the pearl of Huaiyang, the relics left by the first Buddha cultivator in the mainland nearly 100,000 years ago, and now the symbol of the Huaiyang royal capital, the treasure of the town temple of Juntian Temple." ”

Relic ......

The bones of the monk after his death......

Chen Xiaoyu was nervous, this thing was not wanted.

"It turned out to be a relic, the treasure of the temple! Amitabha Amitabha. ”

He folded his hands and "atoned" for the greed he had just wanted to take for himself.

Silence seemed to see something, shook his head with a smile, and said: "The poor monk sees that the spirit of the little fishing donor is not bad, it is better to go to the palace today to meet the King of Huaiyang, clarify the misunderstanding of the previous case of the senior brother of the Lonely Sect, and find out the cause of the death of the senior brother of the Lonely Sect as soon as possible." ”

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Huaiyang royal capital, the palace court.

Nearly 100 court officials divided into two obvious categories in the golden and splendid main hall of the early dynasty stood on the left and right with the red carpet laid down along the main seat of the main hall.

Dozens of people standing on the left were dressed in normal court clothes, holding jade slips, discussing right and wrong, and chattering.

Dozens of people standing on the right are in gray-robed robes, standing with one hand on their chests, all with their eyes closed and silent.

This quiet disturbance is quite peculiar.

But what is even more strange is that there is an indispensable role missing in the main hall of this upper court.

The palace and the court, the ministers came together, why did they not see the king on the high seat?

"Why hasn't the king been to court yet?"

"Is it possible to fool around again?"

"If there are no Zen masters in Juntian Temple in Huaiyang Prefecture, I am afraid that the demons and ghosts in this world have already broken the gate of the royal capital......"

Dozens of people in court clothes stood in the main hall of the palace, talking loudly about the king of Huaiyang.

"Shhh, you dare to say such a thing?" Suddenly, someone reminded.

In an instant, the hall fell into a long dead silence.

After a while, a small man in a eunuch's uniform hurried up to the main hall.

"The king is in poor health today, you have something to do, and you have nothing to do!"

The little eunuch announced in a loud voice.

"Retreat?!"

Didn't the royal guard's flying messenger inform me today that the disciples of the Qinghe Immortal League had come here to observe and discuss with Wang Shang after the murder of the Shanzong Sect?

The officials in the hall who were wearing court clothes were all because of the transmission of the flying messenger, and now the king of Huaiyang has not arrived.

This......

"The lord of a state, doing things like this!"

The older official threw the jade slip in his hand to the ground, was furious, turned around and stepped on the red carpet and walked towards the palace gate.

"Master Lee."

The older official had just walked to the gate of the palace, and in the gray-shirted monk's robe, who had been silent, walked out of a monk with a face like a crown of jade.

"King Huaiyang is the reincarnation of the Living Buddha, Lord Li insults the Living Buddha so much in front of all the adults and the elders of my Juntian Temple, isn't it disrespectful to the gods!"

The monk's voice came out of his mouth, and the coercion in the middle of the True Qi Realm rose from the ground, amplifying the sound infinitely, resounding throughout the main hall.

The older official, surnamed Li, stopped his steps as he was about to step out of the palace gates, a few drops of sweat on his forehead sliding down the side of his face to his chin.

Under the coercion of the True Qi Realm, those like them who had never stepped into the Mortal Realm Aura would feel innate palpitations.

"If Master Wuji has to say this, this official has nothing to say."

Master Li sorted out his emotions, turned around and said calmly: "How the king did it, everyone must be able to see it!" ”

"Can you see it?" The monk spoke slowly.

The sound of coercion in the middle of the True Qi Realm once again covered the entire hall.

Although Lord Li's heart palpitated, he still clenched his fists to death and shouted: "Indeed! ”

"Okay, good, my Buddha is compassionate."

The Wuji monk nodded, glanced at the dozens of officials wearing court clothes on the left, and folded his hands to restrain the aura of the True Qi Realm.

He said calmly: "Since Lord Li said that you can see it, then today there is a person on the top of this hall who stands up and tells the poor monk that he has also seen it, and the poor monk will waste the sea of gas, and at the will of Lord Li, let Lord Li assist a new king to reorganize Huaiyang!" ”

"Really?"

The last two words did not carry a trace of aura realm coercion, but they were extremely heavy when they were spoken.

The mediocrity and incompetence of the king of Huaiyang actually did not affect the peace of Huaiyang Prefecture at all. Juntian Temple, which has three powerhouses above the middle stage of true qi, is the root of suppressing the Huaiyang demons and dances.

It is precisely because of this that these court officials who dare to talk about the King of Huaiyang in private can speak disrespectfully to the King of Huaiyang in the main hall of the previous dynasty without being afraid.

But at this moment, they kept their heads down, silent, and no one dared to stand up.

Because if they stand up at this time, they will lose a strong person in the True Qi Realm, and if they don't stand up, they will only lose a fellow official.

There is no need to measure which is more important than the other.

Moment.

Monk Wuji's face changed slightly, and he was a little more ruthless, "Master Li, what should I do?" ”

The adult, surnamed Li, looked at the dozens of old colleagues in horror and suddenly grinned.

He turned around, looked up at the endless sky, and shouted: "The huge Huaiyang Prefecture is all rats, ridiculous!" Ridiculous! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed into the wooden door in front of the hall and died.

"My Buddha is compassionate!" Wu Jue spoke slowly.

On the right side behind him, dozens of gray-robed monks chanted in unison: "My Buddha is merciful!" ”

The entire court hall was no longer the noisy and noisy voice of the court officials arguing about right and wrong for a while, but was replaced by a uniform Buddhist Zen language.