Lan Yuqing walked this secluded and winding mountain road for the sake of this osmanthus forest, although she didn't admit it.

The soil of Zhongnan Mountain is fertile, the climate is humid, and the laurel trees bloom very early and are fragrant.

Every rainy July, the rain is one after another, the osmanthus trees bloom, and the ladies of the Luojing family will go to the suburbs with baskets, pick osmanthus flowers, make nectar, and knead them into pastries.

It's delicious here, and who doesn't like to eat it?

Lan Yuqing passed through the flower forest, bathed in the elegant fragrance, and continued to go up the mountain without squinting, and when she reached the vermilion lacquer gate, she stood still in front of the door, turned around and looked at the deep and lush green mountain forest behind her, then took out the key and opened the side door that she had not been there for a year.

Lan Yuqing was dressed in purple, and went straight to the top of the mountain with a familiar car, passing by the magnificent and luxurious, carved dragon palace buildings, ignoring the blue-clothed Taoist priests who stopped and respectfully bowed to her.

Halfway through, she stopped at a prayer platform near the top of the mountain.

This ancient platform built on the top of the protruding peak, the pine and ancient cypress, surrounded by all sides, the willow forest is verdant, and the barrier is in front of the platform.

It will soon be the place where the debate between Confucianism and Taoism will be held, when the time comes, the people of the city will hear the words of both sides of the debate on the platform of the scriptures at the foot of the mountain, countless hermits and monks of the southern kingdom will come here to observe the Qing debate, and even many monks from the mountains of neighboring countries will come to witness the grand occasion.

Lan Yuqing paused for a moment, sneered, and continued to walk up the steps, passing through the corridor, to the top of the mountain.

There are three temples on the top of Taibai Mountain in the shape of a mountain, and the roof of the Daozu Hall has a pitch-black boulder, which is oval, without edges and corners, and there are potholes and lava holes.

This is the "star" that shines on the top of Taibai Mountain at night, like a pearl of immortals.

It's just that at this time, the daylight spreads on its surface, and the "stars" are dim and inconspicuous.

Lan Yuqing did not enter the main hall in the center, but turned into the ancestral hall on the right.

There was a Taoist priest on duty outside the temple gate, but she ignored the notice and entered directly, and no one stopped her.

In the patriarch's hall, it is extremely empty, and there are three statues of gods enshrined in the center, and a yellow and purple Taoist priest sits on a futon in front of the statue.

Chong Xuguan is one of the main veins of Taoism in the Xuanhuang realm, the Louguan Taoist sect left in the birthplace of Cangzhou, Zhongnan Mountain, these three statues are enshrined in the three ancestors of the Louguan Taoist sect.

The one standing tallest in the middle is Yin Zi, who is also the ancestor of the Louguan Taoist School, and once heard the Taoist ancestor preach the scriptures and teach the Fa.

The two on the left and right are the first head and deputy head of the Louguan Taoist School, and it is also these two people who really established the Louguan Taoist School, one of the orthodox Taoists in the Xuanhuang Xiuzhen Realm.

It is important to note that Taoism is different from Taoism, the former being the Dao school and the latter being a religious school.

Taoism was born out of Taoism, based on the Taoist idea of the Great Dao, in the Xuanhuang realm to establish a sect, recruit believers, and cultivate immortality.

Taoism, on the other hand, is more noble, specializing in knowledge, and does not pay attention to longevity and cultivation, but only seeks the great way.

The same is true of the hundred schools of thought in the Xuanhuang Realm.

But it is worth noting that although the sons of the hundred schools do not deliberately practice, almost all of them cultivate to the sky, and the higher the knowledge, the stronger the cultivation.

The statues of the gods enshrined by several powerful Taoist main lineages in the Xuanhuang Xiuzhen Realm, except for the Taoist ancestors, are all ancient saints and Taoist sons in ancient times.

In short, the sons of a hundred schools of thought cultivated, and the monks on the mountains practiced.

The former is pointing directly to the origin from the beginning, while the latter is climbing the steps step by step, slowly touching the ethereal "Dao".

In fact, strictly speaking, there is no difference between difficulty and superiority and inferiority.

How many hundred monks can only follow the old ways, follow the path of the sages, and make no progress in learning.

How many mountain monks have been stuck in the qualification level of cultivation, looking at those very few geniuses, they can only take a slow step, and finally turn into the nutrients of the huge cultivation realm and become a member of the vast sea of people.

The avenue is unforgiving.

This was Lan Yuqing's painstaking experience, because of the man who trampled her on for his way.

Lan Yuqing eased his mind and walked towards the Yellow Purple Daoist who was meditating in the center of the main hall.

This is a middle-aged Taoist priest, wearing a purple yang scarf, wearing a luxurious and cumbersome yellow and purple gossip robe, with a ruddy complexion and an elegant demeanor, who is sitting quietly with his eyes closed at the moment, holding a string of beads in one hand.

This string of beads is quite bizarre, each bead has a different color, the material is different, and the round surface is engraved with a Tai Chi Bagua diagram.

"After checking it out, Lin Wenruo found a very powerful helper named Zhao Ziyu. If the news is correct, he should be a student of the head of Lin Lu Academy, who happened to pass by Luojing, and was asked by Lin Wenruo to deal with us. ”

Lan Yuqing's tone was calm and casual, without the slightest fear or awe of the most powerful national teacher in the Zhongnan Kingdom in front of him.

Qingjingzi nodded lightly when she heard this, especially after hearing the word mountain chief, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at the daughter in front of her who had changed like a person since the change on the day of the spring festival.

"Tell me about it. ”

"The man who told us is named Li Shiqian, he and a famous man named Mr. Qingxi in the city were playing outside the city that day, and at noon, they took refuge in the drunken man's pavilion ten miles north of the city, and met Zhao Ziyu and the three who were resting in the pavilion...... Li Shiqian overheard their conversation...... In the end, the three of them took advantage of Lin Wenruo's inattention and slipped out. ”

"It's weird. Qingjingzi's expression was indifferent, "Even if Lin Wenruo went late at that time, he didn't know that Li Shiqian overheard the identity of that Zhao Ziyu, so he didn't pursue the three of them later, this reason makes sense, but it's still wrong." ”

Lan Yuqing nodded, "I think so too, so I went to verify some things in the past few days." ”

"Among the three people present at the time, there was a peripheral Taoist priest of our view, named Chen Hongyuan, his rhetoric and that Li Shiqian except for some subtle differences, in important places are no different, and I checked this Chen Hongyuan, who has a clean background, and entered the temple very early to become a Taoist. ”

"The only thing worth noting is that there is another celebrity named Mr. Qingxi, who died at a banquet not long after returning from the Drunken Man's Pavilion, and the cause of death was overindulgence and overdraft, oh, I forgot to mention, he had a habit of breaking his sleeves, and he died from a male prostitute. ”

Lan Yuqing finished speaking, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then said: "Because the timing of his death was wrong, I went to check carefully, but I didn't find any traces of man-made in his death." ”

Qingjingzi suddenly spoke, "There is no trace of the Lanxi Lin clan in the whole thing?"

Lan Yuqing thought for a while and said truthfully: "No...... Wait, if you want to get in touch, there is also the male prostitute who caused his sudden death, and he had participated in a literary meeting held by the Lanxi Lin clan in Dongshan in the north of the city ten years ago, but there was no connection other than that. ”

Qingjingzi frowned slightly when he heard the previous sentence, but when he heard Lan Yuqing's restatement, he frowned.

If Mr. Qingxi's death has nothing to do with the Lanxi Lin clan, and it can't be found out at all, then there is a ghost, after all, Lanxilin is huge, and there are many entanglements with the circle of celebrities and scholars in Luojing City.

Lan Yuqing said again: "My daughter thinks that Zhao Ziyu's identity should be undoubted. ”

"Why are you so sure?"

"I still have some contact with Lin Wenruo's younger brother Lin Qingxuan, he knows this Zhao Ziyu, and there is still a bit of a contradiction...... According to him, that Zhao Ziyu once casually made two poems, one for falling flowers and one for mountaineering. ”

"The location is Longquandu in the southern part of Wangque Continent in the Great Chu Dynasty. ”

"I later flipped through the records of the road guide to and from the south gate that day in the city defense office, and that Zhao Ziyu did hold the road guide of the Great Chu Dynasty. ”

Qingjingzi's eyes narrowed and nodded slightly, "Is there a way to do anything to him...... Well, if you have a little measure, you just need to prevent him from participating in the Confucianism and Taoism debate. ”

Lan Yuqing shook his head, "It's not easy to do. Now the Lanxi Lin clan is loose on the outside and tight on the inside, after that incident, the people we planted in the manor have been cleaned up, and we don't know what this Zhao Ziyu looks like, all I know is that his cheeks are thin, his eyes are bright, and he is dressed as a scholar, while other aspects are mediocre and characteristic, and it is possible to pass by on the road...... It's hard to set goals. ”

Hearing this, Qingjingzi nodded, closing her eyes and saying nothing.

There was silence in the hall for a while, and neither of them spoke.

I don't know how long it took, Qingjingzi closed his eyes and said softly: "In this way, the previous plan may be a little unstable. ”

Later, he emphasized, "How important the Confucianism and Taoism are, I don't need to repeat it, we must ensure that nothing goes wrong!"

Lan Yuqing lowered her eyelids, "My daughter understands." ”

Then he turned and left.

The woman returned the same way, came to the side gate that was rarely visited again, and pushed the door down the mountain.

It's just that when she passed by the osmanthus forest again, she suddenly stopped, was silent for a while, and walked sideways into the forest.

Under a tree with a red rope on its branches, she stood still.

A purple dress is incompatible with the pure white color of this forest.

Lin Wenruo, I want you to kneel at my feet.

I'm going to ask you why and send you down.

Feel relieved.

I'll catch up soon, and even if you become a ghost, I won't let you go.

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Lanxi in the north of the city, in a certain flower forest.

A slender man with large sleeves and a wide robe strolled to an osmanthus tree, slowly squatted down, dug out a jar of aged osmanthus brew at the bottom of the tree, and turned to leave.

Carrying the wine that this jar had been planted by no one knows, he did not know where he was going, and he did not know who he was looking for.

Behind him, a dull red rope was tied to the branch alone, and no one solved it.