In front of a secular pawnshop in the downtown area, the killing monk casually threw a long sword wrapped in black cloth to Zhang Zixi.

Zhang Ziqi checked with his divine sense, and after confirming that it was "Candle Flame", he turned around and left without saying a word.

After walking a few streets, his eyebrows suddenly raised upward, and he said coldly, "What are you doing with me?"

Behind him, the lazy voice of the killing monk came: "Who is following you?" Wang Dasha of the Kunshan Wang family, oh no, Wang Dashao invited the young monks of the Eastern Capital to a banquet in Huimenglou, and the time was almost up, and the little monk hurried to the banquet. ”

"It's the same way," Zhang Ziqi retracted his momentum and laughed, "But you really dare to go?"

"Today, the monks in the Huimeng Building gathered, and the little monk, as the wandering monk of Langhuan Temple, is in the Eastern Capital, so naturally he can't lose the face of the temple. If I can persuade a few people to take refuge in our Buddha and donate some incense money, the little monk will not have to work hard everywhere. ”

The monk who killed the monk said that it was not unusual for the monks of Langhuan Temple to appear in Zhongshan Mountain, which was thousands of miles away, and under the condition of being watched by all forces, he had to go to the banquet in a high-profile manner to make his identity public, if it was just for the incense money, it was really unconvincing.

Langhuan Temple, which has been silent for many years, has begun to make moves, and the Divine Sword Sect is now also surging, Zhang Ziqi looked at the peaceful and prosperous scene in the eastern capital and shook his head, the general trend of the world cannot be reversed by one's own strength, and mortals will always be innocent victims in the struggle between the forces of all parties.

Zhongshan followed the law and politics of the previous dynasty, and the cities were separated from each other without interference, and there were two cities in the east and west, the west city was outside, and the east city was inside.

If you want to open a shop in the West Market and you have money to do it, if you want to do business in the East Market, where every inch of land is expensive, you need the support of the powerful in addition to huge economic power.

Huimenglou is located in the central area of Dongshi, and the forces behind it can be imagined, feeling the huge aura fluctuations in Huimenglou, Zhang Ziqi gloated and looked at the killing monk on the side.

This autumn wind is not easy to fight.

There are three floors in Huimenglou, the dark gray background makes it look simple and heavy, and the two white jade lions in front of the main entrance of the restaurant are even more lifelike, and the momentum is extraordinary.

On each of the two jade lions, there was a monk from the Lingkai realm, sitting cross-legged and checking the guests who entered the building with his divine sense, and there were a few people who did not have cultivation and wanted to go in to eat and drink, and they were directly bounced away by the magic circle set up in front of the door.

Zhang Ziqi walked to the door side by side with the killing monk, and he found that one of the monks on the stone lion was the middle-aged guard who fought with Lao Liang yesterday.

The middle-aged guard also saw the little Taoist boy who did bad things to him, and it was precisely because he lost to him yesterday that his status in the eyes of the young master plummeted, and he was sent to do this kind of chores today.

With his retributive character, he didn't want to forget about it, but the other party's cultivation status was not comparable to him.

The middle-aged guard buried his face in the shadow under the eaves, and only raised his head when the two walked by, looking at the distant back with a fierce light, but he didn't see a small movement of Zhang Ziqi, and there was a faint filament mark on his neck.

With the financial resources of the Kunshan Wang's family, it is naturally not a problem to charter the Huimenglou, the whole building is full of banquets inside and out, Zhang Ziqi entered the Huimenglou, and went straight to the main table on the third floor under the leadership of the small servant.

Strange to say, looking at the Huimeng Tower, except for the two lookouts at the entrance of the city, there is no taller building in the East Market, and several doors and windows on the third floor are open, and the vision is extremely broad, and the prosperous scene of the East Market is in full view.

There is only a large wooden round table on the third floor, more than a dozen delicate maids are waiting on the side, the small servants are serving dishes in an endless stream, Wang Wenyao is sitting in the main seat in the center, on the left hand side is a white cloth wearing an ancient crown of the obscene Taoist brother Bai Yuhe, the right hand side is empty, there are more than 20 people sitting on the big table, all of them are young monks in their early twenties.

Wang Wenyao was about to speak with the white jade cup in his hand, when he saw Zhang Ziqi, who was dressed as a Taoist child, coming over, and said: "In addition to serving the white feather crane for my good brother and the new member of my Wang family today, I also want to take this opportunity to introduce to you a young talent from the Divine Sword Sect. ”

"Xiaodao Chief, although I have reserved a place for you, Wang has always been worried in my heart, and I thought that you would not give me this face. Although Wang Wenyao's words were cordial, he did not make any gestures to greet him, and there was no lack of murderous intentions in his remarks, and the monks present all cast their eyes on Zhang Ziqi, but there was little kindness among them.

"Zhang Ziqi, a disciple of the Sword Hall of the Lower Divine Sword Sect, has seen all the Taoist friends. Zhang Ziqi clasped his fists with both hands, he came here to thank Bai Yuhe for saying goodbye to him, and secondly, to find out what the killing monk wanted, although he didn't want to cause trouble, he was not afraid of trouble.

When Zhang Ziqi's early cultivation of the Dharma knot was revealed, the young monks present were all surprised, and the highest cultivation among them was only in the middle of the Dharma knot, and Zhang Ziqi's cultivation at a young age was already on par with most of the people present, so that these self-proclaimed extraordinary Dongdu monks couldn't help but feel that they were worthy of being famous disciples and had extraordinary talents.

"Haha, Brother Zhang, come and sit with me!" Bai Yuhe spoke out to relieve him, and Zhang Ziqi came to Wang Wenyao's right hand seat and sat down.

Wang Wenyao lifted the wine glass again, "Since everyone has arrived, let's start the banquet." ”

"Oh?" An unruly voice came from the staircase, attracting everyone's attention again, a guard blocking the road was punched and flew up, and the killing monk hummed a little song and walked slowly, "I'm sorry, it's late, you guys are so kind, and you don't wait for me." ”

The dispute between Buddhism and Taoism has existed since ancient times, and before the usurpation of power by the Zhongshan Emperor, several generations of monarchs in Xishu were faithful Buddhists, greatly promoting Buddhism, and suppressing Taoism very heavily. Emperor Wai of Xishu, who ended up in death, sacrificed himself into the temple as a monk many times, trying to consolidate the monarchy with the help of religious power, and also called himself "Emperor Bodhisattva", so that the people could build a shrine for him.

After the establishment of Zhongshan Kingdom, Taoism was set as the state religion, and Buddhism also declined in Zhongshan with the decline of Langhuan Temple, and some poets wrote: "Four hundred and eighty temples in the previous dynasty, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain", it can be seen that Buddhism has reached the point where no one cares.

Although the young monks present may not have experienced the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism in Zhongshan, they have no good impression of Buddhism under the influence of their families and sects, and a black-shirted monk with long sideburns and fluttering temples saw someone smashing the field, and it was a monk in a robe, and without saying a word, he left the table and pushed his palms up.