The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 277 Public opinion reverses Xue Ji’s worries (please subscribe)

In a quiet room, the afternoon sun shines on the wicker chairs, as if it is about to ignite.

Ji Ping'an smiled and said, "You are the third wave of people to ask me this question today."

After he gave a brief explanation, Pei and her daughter suddenly looked worried.

Especially Li Xiangjun, the Pei family's mistress also witnessed the incident in the Zen Temple. Later she learned that she had escaped from the gate of hell, and her worship and respect for Buddhism was ruined to pieces.

At this time, there was a burst of concern and shared hatred.

Ji Ping'an smiled and thanked him, and asked about the "old family master".

After learning that after Pei Wuju's instructions that day, although he had not yet broken through to the state of observing the sky, his madness and stubborn illness had been significantly alleviated, after a few words of advice, Pei's mother and daughter left with great gratitude.

After everyone left, the first-generation God Emperor stood up from the wall and walked over with a smile on his face:
"What's going on with this mother-daughter couple? I can see clearly that they care about you very much."

Ji Ping'an was too lazy to pay attention to him and said:

"That's Sanniang's descendant."

Hey, you're being serious... The God Emperor curled his lips and got to the point:
"How's it going?"

Ji Ping'an recounted the conversation with Xin Yaoguang, and the God Emperor frowned and said:
"Are you really going to accept the challenge?"

"If it were just me, of course I would be too lazy to do anything, but when it comes to the reputation of Qin Tian Jian, I can't ignore it." Ji Ping'an sighed:

"Besides, I also want to see clearly the origins of the reborn Buddhists."

The God Emperor said "grace" and said:
"I'm afraid those bald donkeys who came here are not good. By the way, what does your senior disciple say?"

Ji Ping'an smiled and said vaguely:

"If there is no obstruction, I will naturally agree."

The God-Emperor stared at him for a few seconds, then patted his butt and stood up, cursing:
"These star officials are all modeled after you. They are just like you. Whatever you say is cloudy. Forget it, you just have to know what you are doing. I don't care about you."

Under the old tree, Ji Pingan laughed, lay leisurely on the wicker chair, and closed his eyes.

Put your right hand on the armrest and tap rhythmically, entering a state of meditation.

Let the autumn wind sweep by, the yellowing autumn leaves above your head fall, and the breath blends with the heaven and earth.

……

In the next few days, in Yuhang City, news about "fighting" was very loud. It quickly became the top topic, and there was endless discussion in the streets.

After Daomen expressed his response, the originally slightly vague news in the newspaper became clear.

In just a few days, the people in the city knew that the Buddhist sect would send out Buddhist sons and Buddhist maidens to fight with the Taoist saints and the "genius star officials" of the Qintian Prison.

People in the south of the Yangtze River had heard about Yu Yu and Ji Ping'an since they were rewarded by the gods, but they didn't know that they had come to Yuhang City until now.

All of a sudden, discussions arose.

For the first three days, the general consensus was that Buddhism would be defeated, and the people were gearing up, hoping to witness a rare excitement.

After all, compared to the divine capital, there are indeed fewer such grand scenes of immortals fighting in the Jiangnan realm.

But starting from the fourth day, public opinion suddenly changed.

As if without warning, a large number of people appeared in the city, advocating the power of Buddhism and arguing that the Great Zhou Dynasty would be defeated.

The rhetoric has a nose and an eye, and its penetration and communication power are extremely strong, causing a large number of people to defect. Although they do not support Buddhism, their confidence in victory has been shaken.

"Sir, this is today's newspaper. I went to the market to read it before, and there have been a lot of worried voices. Quite a few people have been frightened by Buddhism and are worried about this fight."

early morning.

Huang He handed the newly released newspaper to Ji Pingan and said with a worried expression.

Ji Ping'an, who was lying on the wicker chair, unfolded the newspaper and glanced at it, then smiled softly:
"I see."

Seeing Huang He hesitate to speak, Ji Pingan shook his head and explained:

"Buddhism has been holding back for hundreds of years, never daring to take a step beyond the mountains. Now it finally plans to use this fight to announce its northward expansion. Naturally, it will spare no effort to publicize it, and the imperial court's control in Jiangnan is not enough. The current public opinion is not surprising.

But after all, you have to know that the common people don’t understand spiritual practice, and they will naturally become confused when they are blown away by these public opinions. But as long as we win in the end, all this propaganda will naturally disappear. "

But can we really win?

Huang He opened his mouth and finally swallowed the words.

I thought:

Even the Taoists are not sure that they can win. Where do you get the confidence, Master?
……

On the fifth and sixth days, public opinion continued to ferment, and the atmosphere in the city became tense.

Not only ordinary people, but also the Jianghu forces in the city, including practitioners such as Jiang Xiaotang and Old Man Tianji, also paid attention to it.

I was not optimistic about the outcome of the fight.

If the common people tend to be blindly optimistic or pessimistic due to ignorance, then the practitioners in the city are based on rational judgment.

"Buddhism has been patient for hundreds of years, and now it finally shows its fangs. This high-profile announcement of a fight must be full of confidence, otherwise how could it be like this?

Although Ji Sichen was both a genius, she only made her mark in the Divine Capital Awards in the spring and summer. As for the saint of the sect, she even lost to Ji Sichen...

The two of them rushed into the battle and lacked coordination, but the Buddha's son and Buddha's daughter were obviously well prepared. In my opinion, this battle is really not optimistic. "

In a certain restaurant, the local Jianghu people were discussing the example. A Jianghu monk put down his wine glass and shook his head to express his opinion, which attracted a large number of people to agree.

"I don't think so. If there is no chance of winning, how can the Daomen and Qintianjian simply accept the challenge? It is impossible for the people below to make the decision on such a major matter. It must be approved by the Daomen headmaster and the senior officials of Qintianjian." Someone said.

"In this case, it's really hard to say who will win or lose... Sigh, what happened to the Jiuzhou world recently? There have been constant turmoil since the beginning of summer. I just heard that the Da Ze Sect was destroyed, the Four Saints Sect went into hiding, and now Buddhism is high-profile Declaration of war…the situation is in chaos.”

Someone sighed.

And similar discussions are gradually spreading in every corner.

……

And while people were discussing it enthusiastically, in a cold house in Yuhang City.

In a bedroom with a closed door.

Ji Ping'an turned over and lay on the bed, beads of sweat evenly covering his skin. He looked up at the green gauze tent, dazed.

next to.

Xue Ji turned sideways with difficulty and looked at him dreamily.

Her long black hair was wet with sweat and became strands, sticking to her forehead. Her black hair was hanging down, and her eyes were bright and sparkling.

The two breathed lightly, and after a long time, Xue Ji suddenly said:
"Tomorrow is the day for a battle of wits, and everyone in the city is talking about it now."

Ji Ping'an said somewhat funny:
"The news has reached you? What did you say? It's not all bad news."

Xue Ji shook her head and said softly:
"It's not bad, there are both voices, but most of them are worried."

Ji Ping'an looked at her, suddenly blinked and said:
"What do you think?"

Xue Ji looked into his bright black eyes and blurted out:
"Of course I believe you, it's just..."

Ji Pingan smiled:

"Since you believe it, don't just believe it."

Xue Ji said a little aggrievedly:
"But after all, you are far from returning to your original state, so you should be more cautious. Although I don't know much about Buddhism, I also know that those bald donkeys are far from the good impression they left on the people... Besides, Tomorrow is the day of fighting, but you still have the heart to run to me these two days."

Ji Pingan said:
"I promised you before that I would come here from time to time. Are you unwilling?"

Xue Ji blushed. This witch whose words were sarcastic and cruel in front of outsiders was always very different from her usual appearance every time she was around Ji Ping'an. She looked like a little girl.At this time he whispered:
"But will this...will delay..."

Ji Ping'an smiled and shook the air sea, causing the spiritual essence to spread. The next second, Xue Ji sensed it and her beautiful eyes widened in surprise:

"Are you about to break through?"

"It's still a little bit close," Ji Ping'an said seriously, "If you want to be more secure in this battle, breaking through will be more secure."

"Yes." Xue Ji nodded gently, her eyes admiring.

At this time, rain fell outside the window, blocking all sounds in the room.

……

……

Early morning of the seventh day.

In Pei's mansion, early in the morning, the servants in the mansion were already busy, preparing the carriage and bringing various utensils.

"Squeak."

When Pei Qiuwei finished dressing up under the service of the maid, put on his clothes, and opened the door, he shivered because of the cool breeze in front of him.

There was a burst of autumn rain in the city last night. It was not heavy and stopped before dawn.

It’s just that after entering autumn, the so-called autumn rain and cold, the temperature dropped significantly.

Pei Qiuwei stood at the door and saw that the vegetation in the courtyard was in decline.

The road paved with stone bricks was wet from the rain, and pieces of yellowed autumn leaves fell to the ground and were stuck to the stone slabs by the rain.

The sky was also slightly dark, and a sun hung gloomily in the sky.

"Second sister, second sister!"

There was a burst of shouting in the distance, with a round face and a festive look. Pei Qian, the third young master, wearing a slightly thick gown, ran over excitedly.

There was also guard Tie Sha behind him.

Pei Qian has indeed grown a lot since returning from Sanhuang County.

Although his character still inevitably has the frivolity of a boy of this age, his sword training is indeed harder.

All this also made Pei Qiuwei quite gratified, as his little brother who felt useless had finally grown up.

"Slow down, you will succeed the Pei family head in the future, how can you be so impetuous?"

Pei Qiuwei was a habitual critic. He walked over, raised his hands thoughtfully, and straightened Pei Qian's collar.

Pei Qian stood obediently and let his sister manipulate him, feeling happy in his heart.

After Li Xiangjun failed to seek a son, considering that it would be difficult for her husband to regain his glory for a while, he could only place his hopes on this ineffective son again.

Although Pei Qian is straightforward, he is not stupid after all. He can naturally feel it and can't help but say:

"Second sister, hurry up and go out. Today is a day for fighting. If you miss the time, it will be a pity that you can't find a good seat."

Pei Qiuwei rolled his eyes, poked his forehead with his green-white finger, and complained:

"It's still early, and mother hasn't come out yet. Besides, the seat has already been taken by servants. What's there to worry about?"

Pei Qian kept smiling naively.

The two siblings walked along the corridor together to pick up Li Xiangjun who had also finished washing up.

The mother and son had a simple meal, then walked out of the mansion together, got into a carriage, and, escorted by a group of servants, rushed towards the location of the fight.

……

The place for fighting is called "Ten Mile Pavilion".

In fact, it is a code name for a "scenic spot" somewhere on the Qinhuai River section in the city, not the real "Changting".

The so-called ten miles are also the measurement division of the Qinhuai River.

The mother and son took a carriage and walked along the river bank. Along the way, they felt that the crowds were gradually getting denser. When they got closer to the place, the heads of people seemed to be invisible.

This event was a once-in-a-century event in Yuhang City, attracting countless spectators.

This is why Buddhism chose this place instead of Yunlin Temple or Qiantang City.

In order to avoid conflicts, the prefect of Yuhang had blocked off this section of the river a few days ago. Now the government officials with swords were ordered to carry the government's flag and set up a cordon to keep the crowd out.

As for the inside, it is reserved for the various forces in the city, the rich and powerful.

As the largest clan, the Pei family had already occupied an excellent location on the shore.

This will pass directly through the Yamen blockade and enter it.

I only saw that many dignitaries in the city had arrived in advance.

Most of the servants carried tables and chairs on their backs and carried melons and fruits to spread out. Some even put up simple awnings because they were worried about rain.

"Mrs. Pei, you are here too."

Among the crowd, Song Qinglian, a hidden official of Yuhang, stood up and greeted Li Xiangjun.

A group of scholars, led by President Qiu Shan of Xishan Academy, were also nearby and stood up to greet him.

Logically speaking, female relatives tend not to show up in public, but the head of the Pei family is recovering from his injuries, and today Ji Ping'an is having another fight.

Considering the relationship between Pei and Ji Pingan, Li Xiangjun thought that it would be disrespectful if he was not present.

That's why I came.

After nodding greetings with all the dignitaries of Qiantang, he and his children sat down under the pergola on the river bank.

Looking up, I saw the vast mist of the Qinhuai River, and the rustling autumn wind blowing gray wrinkles on the lake surface.

Inward from the river bank, a protruding piece of land extends, paved with stone slabs, forming a square.

At the end of the square, adjacent to the river, stands a huge octagonal pavilion, full of ancient charm. It is an ancient building from the previous dynasty and a symbol of the "Ten Mile Pavilion".

At this moment, several seats were also placed in this square, corresponding to the Sanqing Temple, Yunlin Temple, Yin Yang Academy, and a group of scholars from Yunhuai Academy.

Li Xiangjun looked up and saw neither Ji Ping'an nor Jian Zheng at the seats of Yin Yang Academy. He only saw a group of local Yin and Yang people headed by "Xue Gong Xuezheng".

"Is Ji Sichen not here yet?" Li Xiangjun was surprised.

Pei Qiuwei, who had a bookish face, sat in a dignified posture and said softly:
"Maybe he hasn't come yet, it's still early, or he may be making preparations."

Pei Qian looked excited, pointed at a group of people in the academy and said excitedly:

"Mom, second sister, you see, that is the swordsman from Yunhuai Academy. The two leaders headed by me also had close friendship with me in the Grand Prize of the City of Gods..."

Pei's mother and daughter both rolled their eyes and remained silent, too lazy to listen to Pei Qian's bragging.

……

"As expected, people from the academy are here too."

Next to Pei's pergola was the official residence. At this moment, Ye Hongling also turned her attention to Qin Leyou and others, raising her eyebrows slightly.

Next to her, the prefect of Yuhang sat at attention. As the highest official of the local imperial court, he naturally wanted to be present on behalf of Dazhou. At this time, he looked over and said, "Are they those scholars who participated in the destruction of the Da Ze sect?"

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This chapter was locked in a dark room, so it was not released before. Fortunately, it was just a foreshadowing and had little impact on the continuity of the plot...

(End of this chapter)