When Chongzhen looked at Yilong Zen Master, the eyes of this great monk were not idle, peeking at it, and when the two eyes met, Yilong Zen Master was taken aback.

Because he found that the cultivation of this Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty can only be described as unfathomable, but he has studied martial arts for more than 65 years and has met countless masters, Chongzhen is the first person he can't see through.

Yilong Chan became a monk at the age of eight in Chongsheng Temple, and has practiced martial arts for more than 72 years this year, including only studying their Duan family's six-vein divine sword and a yang finger for 60 years, but the six-vein divine sword is broad and profound, he has practiced for 60 years but only practiced a yang finger, as for the six-vein divine sword, his understanding can not understand the mystery.

And his uncle, that is, the first Guang'an Grand Master of the Guanyin Hall of Chongsheng Temple, is more than 110 years old this year, he has practiced the six-vein divine sword for more than 80 years, and so far he has only passed the four veins, and there are two veins that have not been able to understand it so far, only the abbot of Chongzhen Temple, Master Guanghui, has completely understood the six-vein divine sword, this old abbot is more than 130 years old this year, and in terms of their generation in the Duan family, he is the uncle of Yilong Zen Master.

Chongzhen's gaze had already caught the fluctuation of Yilong Zen Master's mood, and he smiled indifferently and said, "Master is going to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, why did you see me?"

Chongzhen got straight to the point. In fact, Chongzhen already knew the purpose of his coming, and he deliberately asked him so.

Yilong Zen Master immediately stabilized his mind, "What Your Majesty said is true, there are indeed two things that the little monk came to visit His Majesty today."

"Oh, I'd like to hear about it." Chongzhen said, leaning on the dragon chair and putting on a very comfortable posture.

Yilong said, "Your Majesty. The little monk was ordered by the abbot to come down the mountain to Anning Prefecture this time for the Baihuamen. I heard that there was a discord between Baihuamen and His Majesty a few days ago, and the abbot couldn't rest assured, so he sent the little monk down the mountain. Your Majesty doesn't know that Baihuamen and Chongzhen Temple have a century-old relationship, and I ask Your Majesty to open up one side, and in the future, Baihuamen, Chongsheng Temple and Daming will still have two roads, and the well water will not interfere with the river water."

Zen Master Yilong paused at this point, and looked at Chongzhen's reaction with two eyes.

The five brocade-clothed beauties around Chongzhen were a little uncomfortable when they heard this, this monk was too polite, did he still have the slightest awe of the emperor when he spoke in such a tone?

Especially Yuhuazhen's heart is outspoken, and she was just about to speak when she was stopped by her senior sister Lin Cuiyin, so she was not reckless, because the emperor is their master, where is the master, where are they talking?

And these five brocade-clothed beauties feel that the three monks in front of them are by no means idle, and they can't see through his cultivation at all when they talk to the emperor, which shows that they are at least in the Gangqi realm, although the two monks behind him are younger, they are all in the late stage of the innate realm.

At this time, Chongzhen smiled indifferently, "Isn't there another thing in the master, you might as well talk about it together."

"It's fine." Yilong said, "On the way to Anning, the little monk met Pingxi Bo Wu Sangui, General Wu treated the little monk as a guest, please ask the little monk to bring a message to Your Majesty, as long as Your Majesty agrees to crown Wu Sangui as the king of Yunnan, he can suspend his army and submit, and still refuse to defend Yunnan for His Majesty, and be loyal forever."

When Chongzhen heard this, he sneered, this monk is also a sullen person, and the shit on your buttocks has not been wiped clean, and you still want to take care of Wu Sangui's affairs? Who do you think you are? You Chongsheng Temple, your Dali Duan family, in my eyes are not even as good as a fart. Now that he has fallen for Wu Sangui again, he actually came to be a lobbyist for him? It's you who put yourself in a low position, and don't blame me for looking down on you!

Yilong caught Chongzhen's reaction, and felt that there was a bit of contempt in this sneer, and raised his gray eyebrows upwards and said, "Where does Your Majesty come from with a smile?"

Chongzhen looked up and laughed, "Hahaha, I am a ridiculous person who laughs at the world, the master has finished these two things, is there anything else?"

"For these two things, I don't know what Your Majesty wants?" A dragon road.

Chongzhen's mouth moved, and the corners of his mouth pressed down, "Okay, I'll tell the master clearly now." You three have come for nothing......

"What does your majesty mean by this?" A dragon road.

Yu Huazhen behind Chongzhen didn't make a happy sound, this old monk is so old, he can't hear this, have all these practices been cultivated to dogs?

Chongzhen showed a playful smile, "The master has been practicing for many years, and I still don't understand what I said? Then I will simply say it more clearly, that is, where you come from and where are you going, you are not qualified to talk to me about these things at all, let the abbot of Chongsheng Temple come, let the head of the Baihua Gate come to the Baihua Fairy, and let the rebellious minister and thief Wu Sangui come, you are not worthy to say this to me!"

Chongzhen is equivalent to giving the pretentious Yilong Zen Master a dull stick.

The three monks were so angry that the fire in their hearts went up and down, especially the Yilong Zen Master felt humiliated, and scolded in his heart: "Okay, you faint gentleman, let the poor monk talk for a long time, and you will send the poor monk away with these two sentences." Where did you come from, the poor monk is not worthy of talking to you, he is worthy of the Ming Wu Emperor, he is arrogant enough to speak, domineering enough, today the poor monk has to see how high your skills are!"

But they all have people who have practiced for many years, and they boast that their monks have no anger or anger, so the three monks endured it, and all of them were expressionless, especially the Yilong Zen Master, who was still calm on the surface.

"So, Your Majesty is here for the pastime of the little monk?" Yilong's voice was a little muffled.

Chongzhen talked and laughed, "Haha, it's not a pastime, the master should be a master, you might as well have a trick with the master, as long as the master can win me, I will agree to all of your two conditions, and that's not all, if the master wants to mention the conditions again, I will also agree to all of them."

"Amitabha, Your Majesty's golden mouth, this is what you said!" Yilong Zen Master said abruptly.