The capital of Dali.
Linglong Pavilion.
As the largest restaurant in the capital, Linglong Pavilion is packed with people every day.
Guests from other places and local guests.
Who wouldn't want to try Linglongge's dishes if given the chance?
Bang!
In the middle of the restaurant, on a high platform.
A storyteller was telling a story with great excitement.
"It is said that ten years ago, a Buddhist child was born in the Buddhist holy land of Dachan Temple. This Buddhist child was born with knowledge and had the appearance of all Buddhas."
"It is said that at that time, the golden body of the Buddha appeared in the sky above the Great Zen Temple, and the golden light covered the area for dozens of miles. Many people's hidden illnesses disappeared under the shining of the golden light."
"Now, ten years have passed, that Buddhist disciple..."
The storyteller suddenly stopped talking at this point, and said with a bow, "Dear readers, this is all for today. If you want to know how this young Buddhist is doing now, please come back tomorrow."
As soon as these words came out.
Many guests at the scene sighed at once.
They were listening intently, wanting to know what had happened to this Buddhist disciple, but the storyteller interrupted them.
Who can bear this?
"This is a reward for you, go on."
A burly man took out a silver ingot and threw it on the platform.
The rest of the spectators also threw out some copper coins and other valuables.
"Hehe, thank you for your appreciation, I will continue."
Seeing this, the storyteller chuckled and sat down again immediately.
If you want your book to be good, you have to make the right decisions and arouse the readers' curiosity. Otherwise, how can you make money?
The storyteller was obviously well aware of this, and he collected the money on the platform before continuing his story.
"According to his age, that Buddhist disciple should be more than ten years old. He is now reciting Buddhist scriptures and studying Buddhism in the Great Zen Temple."
The storyteller unfolded a paper fan, shook his head and spoke.
"Ruins"
Many guests couldn't help but let out a cry of "Xu".
They wanted to hear what amazing deeds the Buddhist disciple would do, but this was the result?
However, after careful consideration, they found it reasonable. What could a child of more than ten years old do, even if he had a high level of Buddha nature?
As for the strange phenomena mentioned by the storyteller, most of them were made up to attract attention.
What no one in the restaurant noticed was.
Near the corner, a young monk in a grey robe had a strange look on his face.
"Has this been written into the story book?"
Lin Yuan shook his head slightly.
He didn't think there was anything strange about this.
Dachan Temple is a sacred place for Buddhism and a major martial arts sect in the world.
Naturally, every move of his attracted attention from the outside world, especially since he was accepted as a disciple by a master like the Changmei Old Monk.
There must be a lot of eyes watching.
In addition, the abbots and the heads of the temple had no intention of blocking the news.
As time went by, various versions of the story naturally emerged as a result of word of mouth.
Lin Yuan tasted the delicacies of this world in Linglong Pavilion.
He stood up, put down the silver, and walked out.
The streets paved with bluestone were bustling with people, and the sounds of merchants shouting could be heard everywhere.
Lin Yuan walked among them, but he was not very noticeable.
However, as Lin Yuan continued to walk deeper into the capital.
There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, but more and more soldiers were patrolling.
Until they arrived in front of a tall city gate, they saw dozens of soldiers with strong aura standing guard there with sharp eyes.
Behind the city gate is the Dali Palace, the absolute core of a dynasty.
Even if you stand outside the palace, you can vaguely see the magnificent palace inside.
At this moment.
A carriage slowly drove out of the palace.
Seeing this, the goalkeepers immediately stepped back and made way.
Inside the carriage, a middle-aged monk in a scarlet cassock was rubbing his brows.
The current Empress Dowager Dali worships Buddhism and often invites some eminent monks into the palace.
This middle-aged monk in a scarlet cassock is a highly respected monk who has gained considerable fame in recent years and is highly regarded and loved by the Queen Mother.
He would be invited into the palace every ten days or half a month.
"The Queen Mother's questions have become more and more difficult recently."
The middle-aged monk frowned, looking a little worried.
"You should leave the palace now."
The middle-aged monk reached out and opened the curtain.
He glanced at it casually.
Just this glance made the middle-aged monk's pupils shrink.
"That is."
The middle-aged monk stared at the young monk who was standing not far away, somewhat doubtful.
"Buddha's son?"
The middle-aged monk came from the Dachan Temple, although he has been staying in the capital of Dali for the past ten years.
But he kept in touch with the Great Chan Temple from time to time. A few years ago, the Great Chan Temple sent a portrait of a Buddhist disciple, asking the middle-aged monk to remember it and to obey orders if he saw it.
And that portrait is almost identical to the young monk not far away.
Thinking of this, the middle-aged monk hurriedly got off the carriage and came in front of Lin Yuan.
"Buddha's son?"
The middle-aged monk asked tentatively.
"Do you know me?"
Lin Yuan raised his eyebrows.
"Twenty years ago, I was also a monk at the Great Zen Temple."
The middle-aged monk revealed his identity with just this one sentence.
"so it is."
Lin Yuan nodded slightly.
Dachan Temple is a holy place for Buddhism, and its influence is not limited to Mount Shaoshi.
The Pu Du Temple that Lin Yuan passed by earlier and the middle-aged monk in front of him are manifestations of this.
"I wonder what has brought you here to this capital city?"
The middle-aged monk asked curiously.
Before meeting Lin Yuan, he had not received any news from the Great Zen Temple.
It was obvious that even the abbot of the Great Zen Temple was unaware of Lin Yuan's coming here.
Otherwise it would be absolutely impossible not to inform him.
"I want to see the Imperial Palace's Martial Hall."
Lin Yuan spoke.
The Martial Hall of the Dali Palace is where countless martial arts secrets are stored.
In the past, when Emperor Taizu of Dali established his rule over the world, he placed all the martial arts he had copied from various schools in the Martial Hall.
It can be said that the martial arts collection in the Martial Hall of the Dali Palace is ten or even a hundred times more than that in the Sutra Library of the Dachan Temple.
"It's a bit troublesome to enter the Martial Hall."
The middle-aged monk frowned when he heard this.
Generally speaking, only the descendants of the royal family are qualified to enter the Martial Hall.
This was the rule established by Emperor Taizu of Dali.
In addition, important officials who have made great contributions to Dali are also qualified to enter the Martial Hall.
But Lin Yuan obviously does not meet these two points.
Therefore, it is almost impossible to have the opportunity to contact the Martial Hall.
The Dali Dynasty was founded on military power, and attached great importance to many martial arts secrets.
It is absolutely impossible to allow an outsider to enter a martial arts holy place like the Wudian.
"It's not that there is no way."
The middle-aged monk said slowly:
"The palace is heavily guarded. It is impossible to sneak in."
A trace of fear flashed across the middle-aged monk's face.
As the Queen Mother's guest of honor, he had some understanding of the Dali Palace.
The eight thousand imperial guards in the palace are all acquired peak warriors trained with the royal secret methods.
The two hundred deputy commanders are martial arts masters at the innate realm, and
the eighteen grand commanders are martial arts masters at the peak of the innate realm.
It can be said that this power alone is enough to easily wipe out hundreds of thousands of troops.
Even if the master himself comes, he will be trapped.
in addition,
The middle-aged monk occasionally learned from the Empress Dowager that
At each node in the imperial palace, there are master-level martial arts masters.
The middle-aged monk had been going in and out of the palace constantly in recent years, and
it was roughly estimated that there were no less than four masters in the palace.
Four Great masters.
Eighteen people at the peak of innateness.
Two hundred people in the Xiantian realm.
Eight thousand is the peak of the acquired realm.
This is the strongest trump card of the Dali Dynasty.
Even if the world is in ruins now, the Dali Dynasty can be rebuilt.
Not to mention that this is only part of the Dali Dynasty's trump cards.
Outside the palace, the army stationed at the border
and the masters are always at the disposal of the Dali Dynasty.
"Buddha's son."
"Listen to me."
"You will follow me to the palace later to meet the Queen Mother."
"With my recommendation, the Queen Mother will definitely look up to you."
"In the next three months, you should visit the Queen Mother frequently to get to know her better."
"Wait half a year, when the emperor celebrates his sixtieth birthday, the empress dowager will come forward and bring you, my son, to celebrate his birthday."
"When the time comes, I will present you with a Buddhist treasure."
"The Emperor of Dali was very pleased. The Buddhist disciple suggested that we go into the Martial Hall to have a look. The chances of success are very high."
The middle-aged monk thought hard and came up with the only feasible method at present.
Theoretically, it is impossible for outsiders to enter the Martial Hall.
But if the current Emperor of Dali allows it, then there is naturally no question of whether or not one can enter.
As long as Lin Yuan could please the emperor, entering the Martial Palace would not be impossible.
After all, Lin Yuan only entered the martial arts hall to take a look, and there was no loss of the many martial arts books in the hall.
"I wonder what you, the Buddhists, think."
The middle-aged monk finished speaking in one breath, and when he saw that Lin Yuan didn't say anything, he asked with some suspicion and uneasiness.
"Not bad."
Lin Yuan nodded.
The middle-aged monk was indeed very attentive.
According to his method, there is a high probability that he will be able to enter the Martial Hall smoothly.
"Just."
Lin Yuan shook his head again.
"Just what."
The middle-aged monk asked nervously.
"That's too much trouble."
Lin Yuan looked calmly at the imperial palace not far away.
"trouble?"
The middle-aged monk didn't react for a long time.
The plan he had just drawn up was as concise as possible.
Take Lin Yuan directly to see the Empress Dowager, and then use the Empress Dowager to influence the Emperor.
This was the fastest way the middle-aged monk could think of to enter the martial arts hall.
Can't he just go and see the emperor? Without someone of sufficient importance to recommend him, even a middle-aged monk can't see the emperor, let alone Lin Yuan?
"Just say it directly."
After Lin Yuan finished speaking, he took a step forward, took a deep breath, and spoke loudly towards the direction of the imperial palace.
"The poor monk Huizhen wants to enter the Imperial Palace's Martial Hall for a look."
When he uttered the first word "貧", his voice was still normal.
But the pitch started to rise with the second word,
and by the fifth word, the horrifying sound waves were spreading wildly in all directions.
When the last word "Guan" was uttered, it was like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting, and thunder exploding.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!!!
At this moment, the entire palace was enveloped by the terrifying sound waves.
The eight thousand imperial guards at the peak of their powers only heard the roar in their ears and their consciousness faded.
The eighteen great commanders at the peak of their innate power were bleeding profusely and fell to their knees, unable to get up.
Deep in the palace, five masters' auras flashed by, trying to resist the Buddha's sound, but they only lasted for a few breaths before the auras quickly weakened, leaving them without any power to resist.
In a short time, the Dali Palace, which had been heavily guarded, was in disarray and on the verge of collapse.
"This"
The middle-aged monk opened his mouth wide.