The capital of Dai Li.
Linglong Pavilion.
As the largest restaurant within the national capital, Linglong Pavilion is overcrowded every day.
Out-of-town guests, local guests.
Who wouldn't want to try Linglong Pavilion's dishes whenever they get the chance?
Pop!
In the center of the tavern, on a built-up high platform.
A storyteller was telling 'stories' with a fluttering brow.
"It is said that ten years ago, within the Great Zen Temple, the holy place of the Buddhist sect, a son of the Buddha was born, and this son of the Buddha was born to know, and had the appearance of the Buddhas."
"It is said that at that time, the golden body of Buddha was revealed in the sky above the Great Zen Temple, and the golden light covered dozens of miles around, and a lot of people were irradiated by the golden light, and the hidden diseases in their bodies were dissipated..."
"Now ten years have passed, that Buddha son"
Mr. Storyteller said this, suddenly stopped, arched his hand and said: "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the end of the day, and want to knowhow this young Buddha son is now, please come back tomorrow."
The words came out.
The many guests on the field immediately sighed.
They were listening in rapt attention, wanting to know what happened to this Buddha's son, only to be cut off here by the storyteller.
Who could stand this?
"Here's your reward, keep talking."
A large, rugged man took out a silver ingot and threw it on the high platform.
The rest of the watchers one after another also threw out some copper coins and other belongings.
"Heh heh, thanks to the appreciation of the watchers, I'll continue."
Seeing this, Mr. Storyteller hemmed and hawed, and instantly sat down again.
If you want to tell a book well, you have to break it in the place where it should be broken, to arouse the curiosity of the watchers, otherwise how to earn money?
The storyteller obviously understands this, and only after collecting the silver money on the platform did he continue to speak.
"Counting the age, that Buddhist son should be more than ten years old, and now naturally in the Great Zen Temple reciting Buddhist scriptures, studying Buddhism"
The storyteller unfolded the paper fan, shaking his head and said.
"Market"
The many guests couldn't help but let out a 'market' sound.
They were expecting to hear what amazing things that Buddha son would do again, but this?
But the crowd thought carefully, but also feel reasonable, a teenage child, even if the Buddha nature is high, and what can do?
As for those visions that Mr. Storyteller said earlier, 80% of them are compiled to attract people's attention.
What everyone in the restaurant didn't notice was.
In a position near the corner, a young monk wearing a gray monk's robe, but his complexion was showing an odd color.
"I'm being written into the words?"
Lin Yuan shook his head slightly.
He did not find anything strange about this.
The Great Zen Monastery is the holy land of Buddhism and the world's great martial arts sect.
Every move is naturally subject to the attention of the outside world, especially by the long-browed old monk such as the patriarch accepted as a disciple himself.
There must be many pairs of eyes staring.
Together with the heads of the Abbot's House, there was no intention of blocking the news.
After a long time, under the blackmail, naturally there are all kinds of rumor versions.
Lin Yuan was in Linglong Pavilion and tasted the food of this world.
Then he got up, put down his silver, and walked out.
The street, paved with lapis lazuli, was filled with people coming and going, and there were vendor-like yells everywhere.
With Lin Yuan walking among them, it was not very eye-catching.
Only, as Lin Yuan kept walking towards the depths of the national capital.
The pedestrians on the road became fewer and fewer, and the soldiers on patrol became more numerous.
Until they came to a tall city gate, where dozens of generals with not-so-weak breaths stood guard with sharp gazes.
Behind the city gate is the Dali Palace, the absolute core of a dynasty.
Even standing outside the palace, you can vaguely see the beautiful palace inside.
Just then.
A carriage slowly came out of the palace.
Seeing this, the generals guarding the gate immediately stepped back and made way.
Inside the carriage, a middle-aged monk in a crimson robe was rubbing his brow.
Today's Empress Dowager of the Great Li reveres Buddhism, and from time to time invites some monks to the palace.
This middle-aged monk wearing a crimson robe is a famous monk in recent years, and is highly valued by the Empress Dowager.
Every ten days and half a month, will be invited into the palace.
"Recently, the Empress Dowager's questions have become more and more tricky."
The middle-aged monk's brow furrowed in some annoyance.
"It should be out of the palace by now."
The middle-aged monk reached out, lifting the curtain.
Casually glanced around.
It was only this survey that made the middle-aged monk's pupils shrink.
"That is..."
The middle-aged monk gazed at the young monk parked a short distance away, somewhat startled.
"Buddha's son?"
The middle-aged monk was from the Great Zen Monastery, although he had been staying in the capital of the Great Li for the last decade or so.
But from time to time to keep in touch with the Great Zen Monastery, a few years ago, the Great Zen Monastery sent a portrait of the Buddha's son, so that the middle-aged monks to keep in mind, and if they see it, they will be sure to follow the orders.
And that portrait, then, with the young monk not far away from the near-identical.
Thinking of this, the middle-aged monk hurriedly stepped down from the carriage and came to Lin Yuan.
"Buddha son?"
The middle-aged monk asked tentatively.
"You know me?"
Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow.
"Twenty years ago, I was also a monk of the Great Zen Temple."
With just this one sentence, the middle-aged monk identified himself.
"So it is."
Lin Yuan nodded slightly.
The Great Zen Monastery is a holy place of Buddhism, and its influence is not only confined to Shaorou Mountain.
The Pudu Temple, which Lin Yuan passed by earlier, and the middle-aged monk in front of him are the embodiment.
"I don't know if the Buddha's son has come to this capital for something?"
The middle-aged monk asked curiously.
Before meeting Lin Yuan, he had not received much news from the Great Zen Temple.
It was clear that even the Abbot's House of the Great Zen Monastery did not know that Lin Yuan had come here.
Otherwise it would have been absolutely impossible not to inform him.
"I would like to enter the Palace Martial Hall for a look."
Lin Yuan opened his mouth and said.
The Martial Hall of the Great Li Palace.It is the place where the world's countless martial arts secrets are stored.
In the past, the Great Ancestor of the Great Li settled the world, will be copied from the various schools of martial arts, all put in the martial arts hall.
It can be said that the martial arts hall of the Great Li Palace, the inclusion of martial arts is ten times more than that of the Great Zen Temple.
"Wanting to enter the Martial Hall, this is a bit troublesome."
The middle-aged monk sniffed and frowned.
Generally speaking, only the sons of the royal family are qualified to enter the Martial Hall.
This is the rule set by the Great Ancestor of Dali in the beginning.
Additionally, heavy ministers who have made significant achievements for Dali are also qualified to enter the Martial Hall.
But both of these points, Lin Yuan is clearly not qualified.
So it was almost impossible to have access to the Martial Hall.
The Great Li Dynasty was founded on martial arts, and placed extreme importance on the many secret books of martial arts.
It is absolutely impossible to casually allow an outsider to enter a sacred place of martial arts such as the Martial Hall.
"It is not without a solution."
The middle-aged monk slowly said:
"Within the Imperial Palace, the guards are tight, sneaking in will definitely not be done."
The middle-aged monk's face showed a trace of scorn.
As the Empress Dowager's guest of honor, he knew a few things about the Great Li Palace.
The 8,000 forbidden soldiers in the palace are all peak Houtian martial artists trained with the secret methods of the royal family.
Two hundred Vice Commanders are even more innate realm martial arts powerhouses, and the
eighteen Great Commanders are peak innate martial arts powerhouses.
It can be said that this force alone is enough to easily sweep through hundreds of thousands of troops,
even if a patriarch arrives in person, he will have to be trapped.
In addition,
the middle-aged monk occasionally learned from the mouth of the empress dowager that
in the various nodes of the imperial palace, there is a patriarchal martial arts powerhouse.
The middle-aged monk has been constantly going in and out of the palace over the years, and
generally surmised that there are no fewer than four Patriarchs in the palace.
Four patriarchs.
Eighteen peak innate.
Two hundred Innate Realms.
Eight thousand for the peak of the Houtian Realm.
This is the strongest card of the Great Li Dynasty.
Even if the world is in shambles right now, the Great Li Dynasty will be able to fight its way back down.
Not to mention that this is only part of the bottom card of the Great Li Dynasty,
beyond the palace, the suppression of the army at the border,
as well as patriarchs, at any time at the mercy of the Great Li Dynasty to mobilize.
"Buddha Son."
"Listen to me."
"Later you come with me to the palace to see the Empress Dowager."
"Introduced by me, the Empress Dowager will definitely think highly of the Buddha's son."
"For the next three months, the Buddha's son will have to visit the Empress Dowager from time to time to get acquainted."
"Wait until half a year later, the emperor's 60th birthday, and then the empress dowager will step in and bring you, Buddha's son, to congratulate him on his birthday."
"At that time, I am offering a Buddhist treasure."
"Under the Great Li Emperor's dragon's face, the Buddha's son's offer to enter the Martial Hall for a look will have a high chance of success."
The middle-aged monk thought hard and said the only feasible method at present.
Theoretically, it is impossible for outsiders to enter the Martial Hall.
But if the current Da Li Emperor allows it, naturally there is no question of being able to enter.
As long as Lin Yuan is able to please the Emperor, entering the Martial Hall is not something impossible.
After all, Lin Yuan is only entering the Martial Hall to have a look around, and there is no loss to the many martial arts texts in the hall.
"I don't know what the Buddhist son thinks."
The middle-aged monk finished his sentence in one breath, and when he saw that Lin Yuan did not say anything, he asked with some speculative uneasiness.
"It is not bad."
Lin Yuan nodded his head.
The middle-aged monk was indeed attentive.
According to his method, the odds are that he will be able to enter the Martial Hall without any problems.
"Just..."
Lin Yuan shook his head again.
"Just what..."
The middle-aged monk asked nervously.
"It's too much trouble."
Lin Yuan's gaze was calm as he looked at the palace not far away.
"Trouble?"
The middle-aged monk half-heartedly reacted.
The plan he had just made was as concise as possible.
Directly, he would take Lin Yuan to see the Empress Dowager, and then use the Empress Dowager to influence the Emperor.
This is already the fastest way to enter the Martial Hall that the middle-aged monk can think of.
Can't we just go straight to the emperor?Without the introduction of someone of sufficient weight, it would be impossible for even a middle-aged monk to meet the emperor, let alone Lin Yuan.
"Just say it directly."
After Lin Yuan finished speaking, he took a step directly, took a light breath, and said in a loud voice towards the direction of the palace.
"Poor monk Hui Zhen, I want to enter the Imperial Palace's martial arts hall to have a look."
When the first 'poor' word of his voice was spat out, it was still normal,
but the second word began to raise in pitch,
and by thefifth word, the terrifying sound waves spread wildly in all directions.
And when the last word 'Guan' was spat out, it was like the sky collapsing and thunder exploding.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!!!
At this moment, the entire palace was enveloped in terrifying sound waves.
Eight thousand peak Houtian forbidden soldiers only felt their ears roaring and their consciousness lapsing.
The eighteen peak Innate Chancellors were even bleeding from their seven orifices and kneeling on the ground.
In the depths of the palace, there are five auras at the level of the Patriarch flickered, wanting to resist the sound of the Buddha's ears, but only lasted for a few breaths, and the aura quickly faded down, no resistance.
In a moment, the original security of the Great Li Palace, was routed, reduced to a plate of scattered sand, shaking.
"This"
The middle-aged monk opened his mouth wide.
(End of chapter)