At this time, a human voice came from the Haihui Palace, as loud as a bell: "Mr. Lian, I have admired the name for a long time." ”

Bai Yun was lying on the ground like a puddle of soft mud at this time, twisting his neck and slanting his eyes to the corner of his eyes to look at the Haihui Hall.

At the main entrance of the Haihui Palace, a plain robe boy with a broken fan in his hand slowly walked down the stone steps connected to the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping in the Haihui Hall.

And at the moment when the boy in the plain robe walked down the stone steps, the dark clouds on the top of the sky that covered the sky and the moon and suppressed the black oppression, inexplicably flashed a Buddha light, and the dark clouds suddenly became auspicious clouds.

The white-clothed Confucian student slowed down his pace to abruptly retract his body in one go, he first looked up at the unpredictable clouds pressing against his head, quietly folded his sleeves behind him, and his eyes flashed, looking at the plain-robed boy who was slowly walking down the platform.

The plain robe boy walked down the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping alone, and he didn't see the purple-clothed woman who was inseparable from him all day long.

Passing through the messy Ten Thousand Buddha Flat, the plain-robed boy came to the gray-robed old monk, his face looked light and light, but the hand holding the elephant fracture fan in his hand became more and more forceful, he retracted his steps and slightly bowed, and his gas was majestic.

"Confucian Lian Wansheng has seen His Royal Highness the Prince. The white-clothed Confucian bowed.

The plain-robed boy opened the elephant bone fan in an uproar, but did not shake the wind, but held the fan quietly on his chest, as if he didn't want the Confucian to see the undercurrent in his heart, and asked knowingly: "I don't know why the great Confucian saint came to Muru Temple?"

The white-clothed Confucian had his sleeves drooping, and his tone did not fluctuate: "Clean up the remnants of the Tianlong Society for Muru Temple, and invite His Royal Highness the prince to the mansion for a gathering according to King Wu's instructions." ”

The plain-robed boy, whose true identity can make everyone in the world stunned, waved his hand and said with a sneer: " Where will there be any remnants of the Tianlong Society on the Muru Temple, even the great Confucian saint bothered, please pass a word to Uncle Wang for the prince, just say that the prince has important business in Jiangnan this time, and he really can't find time to go to the house to get together with Uncle Wang, if this delays the important task of the father and the emperor to step up supervision, I am afraid that it will cause Long Yan to be angry, and after this important business is completed, the prince will return to Beijing to report the big and small matters to his father and queen one by one, and he will choose another day to go to Jiangnan to visit in person, and Uncle Wang has a good drink. ”

With dark waves in his sleeves, the white-clothed Confucian said lightly: "Please forgive His Royal Highness the prince, even a certain person can only do things for King Wu, regardless of disobeying the order." ”

The boy in the plain robe put away the folding fan in an uproar, constantly tapped his palm with the fan bone, and laughed: "A good one who only cares about things and restores his life, regardless of disobeying orders, he is worthy of being the first eagle dog in Jiangnan Wu Wangfu." ”

The white-clothed Confucian looked cold, but his ability to cultivate qi was unique in the world, and he said calmly: "His Royal Highness the prince smiled, Lian Wansheng has always had clear grievances, although the one who cut off the one hundred and eighty heads of the Lian family is His Royal Highness's father, but Lian Mou will never do that despicable thing that harms the pond fish, as long as His Royal Highness is willing to return to the palace with Lian Mou to resume his life, Lian Mou guarantees that he will never hurt His Highness at all." ”

Zhao Chengtian, the current prince of the world, who has lost the identity of Long Haotian, seems to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and looked up to the sky and laughed: "Is it only the emperor."

Ziken will go back to King Wu's Mansion with you, and you can put Muru Temple and a horse tonight?"

The white-clothed Confucian shook his head.

The boy in the plain robe restrained his smile, and there was a slight ridicule in his words: " Even the great Confucian saint entered Chang'an in vain, and now the only remaining way of revenge is the king of Wu, the tiger who went down the mountain, so even the great Confucian saint wants to tie me back to the palace of King Wu, it is reasonable and improvised, but Muru Temple is the first Buddhist holy place today, and Mr. Lian is the famous Confucian saint in the world, and he is actually in the same stream with the muddy and dirty water to the end, and he is not afraid to do this shameless and despicable insidious act with the infamy on his back, I am afraid that it is not just as simple as clearing the stumbling blocks on the road to revenge, right?"

After breaking the body of King Kong and reversing the luck of the Muru Temple, the gray-robed old monk closed his eyes, bent and overlapped his legs like a hemp rod, and sat down cross-legged, reciting the scriptures silently with his hands folded, and the bottom of the Quartet Zen staff was inserted into the ground at some point, like an ancient pine tree that had gone through vicissitudes of life to shelter the old monk from the wind and rain.

The white-clothed Confucian suddenly opened his sleeves, and the qi waves hidden in his sleeves suddenly turned into layers of breeze and dispersed, he nodded and said: "The eldest prince really understands people, and even a certain person is ashamed of himself." ”

Bai Yun was no longer able to delve into the conversation between the two, at this time he was only thinking about how to guard the mountain gate of Muru Temple for Li Jingxi, the corner of his eyes spilled to the night sky where the Buddha's light rotated, and slowly closed his eyes, pinning the last shred of hope on the sword god who had occupied half of the rivers and lakes.

The plain-robed boy did not answer, waiting for the following.

Of course, the white-clothed Confucian did not disappoint the plain-robed boy, and said straight to the point: "Only King Wu in the whole world can really and truly protect the world's poor people, and my father also has the expectation of hanging a pot to help the world to clear the root of the world's diseases until his death, but he was unlucky and born at the wrong time, and he thought that the Ming Lord who was worthy of his life, but after he cleared the root of the world's disease, he became the culprit of his nine clans." ”

The white-clothed Confucian saint had a glint in his eyes, and his tone trembled slightly: "The root cause of the world's diseases is not clear to his old man, so let Lian Mou, who is his son, sort it out for him, King Wu's wisdom and eloquence should be the master of this Kyushu world, rather than the mediocre tyrant who sits in the Ziluan Golden Palace in Chang'an City." ”

Zhao Chengtian, the prince of the plain robe, was not afraid of the white-clothed Confucian saint being furious, and said bluntly: "Even the great Confucian saint thinks that today is too peaceful, too stable? If today's saints are really mediocre and incompetent, there are great wolf ambitions outside, and there are vassal kings with different intentions inside, how can they ensure that the world is peaceful with internal and external troubles?"

The tone of the boy in the plain robe became more and more high-pitched, and the words were sonorous: "Besides, what is the root of the disease in the world?

It is said in the medical book that disease prevention is better than cure, but the root of this disease can be perceived and discerned but cannot be prevented, for different diseases have to be the right medicine, so the kings of the past dynasties have different strengths of the wrist, is the so-called extraordinary period of extraordinary policies, when the world is turbulent, the iron and blood wrist, the world is peaceful when there is no action, if you know that the ship is rotten and ignore, until the decay into the blood into the tarsal maggot can not be cured, then the pontoon capsized is natural, but if this rotten wood is not in the vital place, on the edge of the ship or on the deck, everything is under control, why should there be more such a worry？”

The white-clothed Confucian laughed and said: "What a worrying person, Lian Mou thought that His Royal Highness the prince was different from the person who sat on the high dragon chair, but it turned out to be just Lian Mou's wishful thinking. ”

The Mo master is like a jade prince who is unparalleled in the world, but there is an indescribable majesty of a tiger and wolf in the words and deeds of the plain robe: "Even the great Confucian sage said that King Wu has great talents, and what is the great talent? Could it be that in the eyes of the great Confucian sage, the great talents are roughly just occupying one acre and three points of land in the south of the Yangtze River, eating the bowl and looking at the pot?" At the beginning, the undercurrents were surging all over the place, and the saint was able to give the Jiangnan of the fertile fields to King Wu for thousands of miles, which was called the pearl of wisdom and employment, and wanted to stabilize the rear of the beam with the talent of King Wu, but who knew that it became a move to raise eagles, and after King Wu took root in Jiangnan, his strength soared rapidly, and he actually gave birth to the heart of peeping at the dragon position, and the so-called shelter of the world's cold warriors is just King Wu's ambition, how can it be said that it is the great shelter of the world's cold warriors? If King Wu is really eloquent, then it is to learn from King Yan and King Qin to guard the border of Liang and Liao, and to beat the Liao people and aliens to the waist to call it Xiongcai, sitting on the Kowloon golden chair above 10,000 people, how to balance the scale in his hand is called Da Xu, so that even the great Confucian saint can come to kidnap the current prince, and insist on running over the bottom line that the rivers and lakes and temples are irrelevant to each other, Wu Wang's wolf ambition is out of control, if he really lets King Wu sit on the supreme position, it will be difficult to escape the fate of greed, and the people of the world can really get the kind of stability and peace that even the great Confucian saint seeks?

"His Royal Highness's views are indeed incisive and unique, but the ways are different and do not conspire with each other, and even a certain is useless to say more. The white-clothed Confucian sage suddenly narrowed his gaze, and the indescribable chill was aggressive: "Even the remnants of the Tianlong Society, who is only in charge of cleaning Muru Temple, if King Wu personally invites His Royal Highness the prince to enter the palace, how can it be said that it is the bottom line that the rivers and lakes and temples are irrelevant to each other?"

The face of the plain-robed boy suddenly turned pale, and the hand that was tightly clenched like a broken fan made a creaking sound, and a transcendent saint Lian Wansheng was enough to make his seven thousand Beifu soldiers anxious, the reason why the plain-robed boy and the white-clothed Confucian saint discussed the general trend of the world was to delay time, and when the seven thousand Beifu soldiers arrived to surround the white-clothed Confucian saint, but at this moment, the heart of the plain-robed prince was empty, and the shopkeeper who was hired to deliver the letter with a lot of money could send the letter to the Beifu army tent? The whereabouts of this eleven in the hinterland of the south of the Yangtze River are unknown, whether they went to Muru Temple as scheduled as agreed, and the white-clothed Confucian saint looked so foolproof, or did the seven thousand Beifu troops suddenly change on the way to Muru Temple

？

When the two of them were talking, Bai Yun's injuries had recovered two or three percent, his neck could already turn left and right, and when his ears were close to the ground, he could hear the trembling around him like the thunder of a waterfall.

Zhao Chengtian, the prince in the plain robe, subconsciously looked around, and there was the cold glow of cold armor in the dark night.

Dressed like a blood python robe, he walked from the stone road to the Ten Thousand Buddha Flat, and there were silver swords and heavy armor on the left and right.

The Buddha's light on the top of the sky was reflected on the face of the man in red python.

Square face and beard, wolf waist and tiger appearance.

(End of chapter)