Zhenban Palace.

Outside the palace, the traffic is busy and bustling.

Ye Xiaobai and Wolong Fengxiao asked passers-by all the way, walked for an hour, and finally came to the outside of the Zhenman King's Mansion.

"Hey, what's that place over there? It looks magnificent! ”

The first thing that attracted the attention of Ye Xiaobai and the others was not the Zhenman Palace, but a high-rise pavilion across the street from the Zhenman Palace.

The pavilion is magnificent, named "Wenhua Pavilion".

Wenhua Pavilion is an ultra-luxury restaurant that integrates many functions such as accommodation, reading, food, and cultural fighting.

It is also the holy place of literature and Taoism in Shangjing, second only to the Academy of Literature.

In fact, Wenhua Pavilion was established only three years ago, but because of the particularity of its geographical location, as well as some special free system of Wenhua Pavilion, it soon attracted a large number of literati and ink writers, and even some Wendao masters praised Wenhua Pavilion, making Wenhua Pavilion rise rapidly in just three years, and suddenly exploded, and was built into a high-end famous building, becoming a holy place second only to Wenyuan in the minds of many literati.

The first choice for learning literature is the Faculty of Letters!

And for Wendao exchanges, Wenhua Pavilion is the first choice!

This is a widely circulated discourse among the literati of Shangjing.

The weight of Wenhua Pavilion in the hearts of literati is almost on par with the Academy of Literature.

Of course, not all the people who came to Wenhua Pavilion came to communicate with Wendao.

Some people because of some free systems launched by Wenhua Pavilion, as long as they are talented, they can eat and drink for free.

Some people can increase their knowledge, expand their horizons, and communicate with each other because of the Wenhua Pavilion.

Some people because Wenhua Pavilion is very high-grade and high-end, the right is to gild themselves with a layer of gold, and they will have the capital to brag about when they look back.

Some people want to try their luck here because there are many bigwigs in Wenhua Pavilion to see if they can get on their thighs.

And no matter what kind of people they are, most of them have another purpose, and that is to ...... The county lord who lived in the barbarian king's mansion opposite Wenhua Pavilion.

The county lord is purple, a genius in the sky, and is the goddess in the hearts of countless literati.

Wenhua Pavilion is only one street away from the Zhenman Palace, as the so-called near the water is the first to get the moon, who doesn't want to hug the goddess?

This is another factor why Mandarin Court is so popular.

It's just that the purple-clothed county lord has a very high vision, and there are very few literati who can talk to him, and most of them are still the older generation of Wendao masters.

Among the young talents, few can enter the eyes of the purple-clothed county lord.

Because her talent is too high, most people stumble when they say a word to her, even those young talents who are known as Wendao Tianjiao, they are also debated in a few words, and there are no more than three young talents who can answer with her.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the field of literature and Taoism, the county lord of purple clothes is the first person recognized by the younger generation!

The dazzling light enveloped the entire young generation of Wendao, as dazzling as the sun in the sky!

Under her light, how many Wen Dao Tianjiao were eclipsed, like weeds, setting off the beauty and brilliance of the flowers.

But even so, there are still countless admirers who secretly pursue it, like moths to a fire.

At this moment, a group of literati in the hall on the first floor of Wenhua Pavilion were talking and laughing, but their eyes were turned to the direction of the Zhenman King's Mansion from time to time, as if they were expecting something.

"Monk, it's up to you." Ye Xiaobai retracted his gaze and said to the grass lamp monk: "I hope that your name as an out-of-gas Buddha can be useful." ”

"It's all said, my name is Tang Sanzhang! Three feet of the windward pee! The grass lamp monk snorted, "Besides, I'm already vulgar, don't keep calling monks and monks." ”

Expressing his dissatisfaction for a moment, the grass lamp monk walked towards the guards at the gate of the Zhenman King's Mansion.

"Stop!" A guard stopped the straw lamp monk, "Monk, do you have an invitation, leave quickly if you don't have an invitation." ”

Three years ago, the prince of Ziyi County Wendou went to Beijing, overwhelming countless Tianjiao, and became famous all over the world, and since then he has become the goddess in the hearts of countless literati, and there are countless admirers, and many people come to Zhenmanwangfu every day to try to get in.

But in the past three years, the invitations distributed by the purple-clothed county lord can be counted on one hand.

"It seems that your face will not work!" Ye Xiaobai looked at the grass lamp monk playfully.

The grass lamp monk couldn't hold his face, and it didn't matter if he was looked down upon by others, but he didn't want to be looked down upon by Ye Xiaobai.

Losing to Ye Xiaobai once, he didn't want to lose to Ye Xiaobai a second time, so he had to get his face back here.

He took a deep breath, and then the expression on his face changed, his face was peaceful, his face was solemn, his eyebrows were kind, like a monk, his clear eyes, his deep gaze touched people's hearts.

"Amitabha." The grass lamp monk clasped his hands together, and his voice seemed to have been processed, with a bit of demagogic meaning, "The poor monk came from the Buddha land in Shanzhou, and he is the Buddha of Datong Temple, and the law name is the grass lamp. Please inform the donor of the purple county lord, and say that the grass lantern should be the appointment of the year and come to visit. ”

He didn't lie!

Three years ago, the Purple Cloth County Lord really invited him!

Only to be rejected by him.

A girl's film, he's really not interested.

But the guards didn't know it, and they were really frightened by him.

That look, that temperament, is so deceptive!

Coupled with the words with a hint of demagogy, several guards subconsciously believed his words, and directly regarded him as a high-ranking monk.

"It turned out to be the Master of the Grass Lantern, I'm sorry, please forgive me for being rude just now." The guard's tone suddenly became polite, and his attitude turned one hundred and eighty degrees, "Master, wait a minute, I will report to the purple-clothed county lord." The rules of the palace are greater than the sky, and I ask the master to forgive me. ”

The straw lamp monk smiled slightly, calmly and calmly.

But when he turned his head to look at Ye Xiaobai and Shao Feilong, the smugness in his eyes completely destroyed his temperament and image.

……

The garden of the palace of the king of Zhenman.

At a stone table, a beautiful woman sat upright, holding an ancient book with yellowed paper in her hand, and gently turned the pages.

"County Lord." The guards stopped outside the garden and bowed.

The woman raised her head, a beautiful face frowned slightly: "What's the matter?" ”

The guard said respectfully: "Tell the county lord that there is a Buddhist master who claims to be the Buddha of Datong Temple and the Dharma name 'Grass Lantern'. said that he was invited by the county lord to come to visit. ”

"Master of the Grass Lantern?" The woman was surprised, "Are you sure it's him?" ”

The pride of the grass lamp monk, she has personally understood, and it took a lot of effort to reluctantly say that the grass lamp monk made a demonstration verse, and in the face of her own invitation, the grass lamp monk unceremoniously refused, she found it hard to imagine that the grass lamp monk such a proud person would personally visit.

"Is that news you received yesterday true?" The woman was thoughtful.

"County Lord, do you want to let him in?" The guard asked.

"Let it go...... No, I'll see for myself! ”

The woman put away the ancient book and walked quickly to the door of the house.

Over the years, she has seen many people who claim to be talented, but few can really be recognized by her, and the Grass Lantern Monk is one of the few people she recognizes.