The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 380 Opening the door and entering the palace, the Imperial Master returns (please subscribe)

The news that the summit was about to be held soon spread throughout the entire divine capital city through various "channels" extending in all directions.

When Ji Ping'an got the news, he was already sitting in a quiet and elegant three-door mansion.

Han Bachi was worthy of being a local snake who had been operating in Shendu for many years, with outstanding business ability. After he made the request, he and Liuli were quickly invited into the house.

And there are a large number of maids and servants who belong to gangs, have been trained, and have strict speech to serve them.

"The summit starts tomorrow. What a coincidence. Is this what you expected?"

Liuli bowed her waist and straightened her buttocks, sitting in the courtyard, playing with the tea set in front of her with both hands. Her smooth tea art movements were as good as those of the etiquette masters in the palace - Buddhist monks are very particular about this.

In order to facilitate conversation, Ji Ping'an drove the maids and servants to the front yard, and they were not allowed to enter without permission.

"Do you think that I am the kind of old monster who has no plans?"

Ji Ping'an was half sitting and half leaning on a bamboo chair, holding a piece of information in his hand, looking at the female Bodhisattva playing tea art in front of him, and said with a smile.

Liu Li held the teapot and poured a clear stream of water into the green cup. With a flick of her finger, the tea cup flew towards Ji Ping'an. She said lightly:

"Is not it?"

"Really not..." Ji Ping'an looked innocent, the tea cup hovered in front of him, a dragon sucked the water, smacked his lips and said:

"Bodhisattva makes tea. I'm afraid no one in Kyushu will be treated like this anymore."

Liuli gave him an angry look and started to take the fruit plate and peel the longan:

"I think Wei Huayang would also be willing to do this. The Taoist leader is always higher than the Buddhist Bodhisattva."

No... Xiao Liuli, you are a bad learner. Where is the female Bodhisattva who promised to be holy and compassionate, who is not familiar with worldly affairs? Why has he become more and more "human" since he broke the law with peace of mind... Ji Ping'an secretly thought something was wrong and decisively changed the subject:

"If my guess is correct, this summit will not go smoothly. Now that all the heroes are coming together, Xin Yaoguang can no longer control the situation."

Through the information sent from the dark web, Ji Ping'an had a clearer understanding of the current situation.

What made him gratified was that in the information, the friends he cared about were all doing well at the moment, and there had been no attrition due to the war, but most of them were in Lanzhou now.

The problem is that the struggle between the various forces is more serious than expected.

If Ji Ping'an didn't know the truth about the "catastrophe", he might not have thought it was a big problem, but now, in his opinion, this senseless internal conflict must end as soon as possible.

"So? What are you going to do?" Liuli peeled open a longan and asked.

Ji Ping'an was silent for a moment and said, "Do you know what is the most effective way to suppress and resolve internal conflicts?"

Liuli thought for a while and said: "Give them a common enemy from the outside. For the Great Zhou, both Buddhism and the Demon Kingdom are enemies."

Ji Ping'an said: "To be precise, it is to give them a 'strong enemy', but Buddhism and Demon Kingdom are not strong enough now, at least that's how it feels to people."

"so?"

"Maybe it's time to let them know the truth." Ji Ping'an put down the documents and looked at the sky on the patio.

Liuli was not surprised: "Are you going to show up tomorrow? Why don't you continue to observe for a while?"

"It's almost there. I have a hunch that there is very little time left for us." Ji Ping'an said.

Liuli frowned: "Are you sure? This is the capital of the gods. Once you announce your return or even announce everything, the situation is likely to be chaotic."

Ji Ping'an looked at the sky and said, "So we still need to make some preparations."

After saying this, he glanced at the solemn and worried female Bodhisattva and suddenly laughed:

"Don't be so serious. We've all been through death, so what's there to be afraid of now? Be happy, frowning is prone to wrinkles."

As he spoke, he suddenly leaned forward, took the longan away with his mouth, and walked away leisurely:

"I've been sleeping in the open air in the Arctic for so long, and my mouth has turned pale. I'm going to tell my servants to prepare a banquet for the evening. You don't have any taboos, right?"

Liuli stared blankly at the longan disappearing from her fingertips, her cheeks turned red, her worries about the end of the world disappeared, and she snorted coldly:

"lecher."

……

night.

Han Bachi ordered his servants to bring a large table of delicacies and two jars of fine wine. Ji Pingan and Liuli feasted alone, which greatly relieved the pain of this period of time.

After Liuli broke the precepts, she looked like a good student who had been led astray by the school bully. She sat cross-legged under the moonlight. It was pleasant outside the house at night in the midsummer.

After drinking too much food and wine, their faces were flushed, and the two of them tacitly agreed not to mention the big event tomorrow.

They both knew that after tomorrow, the two of them would never have such a quiet day again, so they cherished the present moment.

During the dinner, they couldn't help but talk about the past, and Ji Ping'an told her some interesting stories about the past thousands of years. It turned out that the clay and wooden Bodhisattvas were so amused that they leaned forward and backward.

If the monks of Dajue Temple saw this scene, they would be shocked, but why would Liuli care?

When she arrived at Liuhu, she had abandoned the shackles of the past and the Bodhisattva was alive.

After meal.

Ji Ping'an sat in the courtyard and stared at the stars in the night sky for a long time. When the night got dark, he heard footsteps coming from behind:

"Aren't you sleeping yet?"

"Here we come." Ji Pingan stood up, stretched, then turned and followed Liuli into the house.

Liuli was stunned for a moment and looked at him warily: "Why did you enter my house?"

Ji Ping'an was also stunned for a moment: "Isn't this my house?"

The two of them looked at each other in silence, and then suddenly remembered that before entering the house, the servants of the mansion tidied up the yard first, and then kicked the servants out, only coming in once when the food was served.

Neither of the two great practitioners paid attention to the habit of making beds and folding quilts.

Not to mention that when Ji Ping'an was the imperial master in the past, even if he was reincarnated, he would still be served by that boy Huang He, who never cared about such trivial matters.

This is especially true for Liuli. When she was in Buddhism, little nuns did this, but she never did it.

So they all ignored the house. Only now did they realize that the servants must have thought they were a "husband and wife", so they only cleaned up one bedroom.

The two of them turned to look at the bed, tsk, it's a double bed, two pillows, that's right.

"How about I go out and deal with it in the yard all night?" Ji Ping'an asked tentatively.

Liuli looked at him blankly for a moment, sighed softly, and said: "Practitioners don't stick to trivial matters, just sleep in the house, but you must observe etiquette."

"it is good."

So, the two wooden stakes who were guarding the ceremony took off their coats, climbed onto the brocade couch, and lay side by side, each with a pillow on his head, leaving a boundary between the Chu River and Han Dynasty.

After sleeping on rocks in the polar region for several months, they were finally lying on a soft bed. They should have been feeling sleepy like a tide, but perhaps because of the big event tomorrow, neither of them could fall asleep. After blowing out the lamp for a long time, Liuli Suddenly he whispered:

"Are you asleep?"

Ji Ping'an closed his eyes: "Sleep."

"..." Liuli curled her lips and switched from lying on her back to lying on her side, her green silk hair charmingly covering the pillow. With the help of the dim moonlight, she looked at the man in the darkness and said:

"Back then, when you were in the well, did you..."

"Have."

"I haven't said anything yet!"

"Oh, that's not it."

"...you said you didn't?!"

"If you say yes, you will have it. If you say no, then there will be no. Go to sleep."

"……Oh."

After a while.

Liuli said softly: "I want to return to secular life."

……

……

The next morning, the rising sun tore through the clouds and illuminated the entire divine city. In Qintian Prison, the star officials got up early and washed themselves neatly, and the air was filled with a wonderful atmosphere.

Just because today is the day when the second summit is held.

Some star officials will follow the supervisor to the "meeting venue", which is Qingyun Palace. Everyone is paying attention to this summit, knowing that the outcome of the meeting will affect the future direction of the world.

Xu Xiurong broke open the house and turned into starlight. When he appeared next to the "Western Forest Wall", he saw that the participating teams had already gathered here.

Although there are only two warlords who are qualified to actually enter the venue, it does not affect the number of people brought there in order to build momentum.

Jian Zhuang led Xue Hongjian, Shi Jilun and other young men among them. At this time, they all saluted: "Disciple, pay homage to the prisoner!"

Xu Xiurong behaved majestically and gave a faint greeting when he heard the words. He looked at the words left by the Imperial Master on the wall of the West Forest and was a little distracted.

For some reason, she dreamed of the Imperial Master many times last night.

"The time has come." At this time, a golden light struck, and Li Guofeng also arrived. He glanced at everyone and said, "Let's go."

Only then did Xu Xiurong look away.

……

Qingyun Palace.

Today's Taoist sect's general altar is majestic. All the disciples have put on brand-new Taoist robes according to the instructions of their teachers, and their spirit shows the style of the state religion.

After Xu Xiurong and others arrived, Saint Yu Yu personally greeted them: "Two eunuchs, please follow me. You can take your seats after all the representatives from each family arrive."

The two nodded, leaving the other star officials waiting in the guest reception hall in front, and followed Yu Yu into the core building, which is the highest standard meeting hall.

But after arriving here, Xu Xiurong suddenly said: "The last time we came here for a meeting was last summer, when the stars returned."

Li Guofeng was also moved:

"Yes, not long after the grand prize was over, the powerful men from all sides had not yet left, and the National Master started the sky-viewing ceremony... Then we also gathered here. I still remember that the National Master arrived at the old man's house and pushed him away directly. The evidence of the star cycle was thrown out at the palace gate, but at the beginning, we didn’t know it was him.”

Xu Xiurong sighed softly: "Who can guess."

The time of a monk is really amazing. Decades of seclusion only lasted in the blink of an eye, but now when I recall the past, it feels very far away.

And they know very well that it is not time that is distant, but the eternal separation between heaven and man. The national master has passed away after all.

While the two were reminiscing, several other figures also arrived one after another.

Wearing a Confucian robe and a Confucian crown, Master Chen from Yunhuai Academy descended from the sky on a green bull condensed with awe-inspiring aura. The great monk was full of morale.

As we all know, the academy monks are best at ostentation. In comparison, the star officials who came by car seemed simple and unpretentious.

Immediately afterwards, a blue bird entered the room, and then turned into a gold medal, which was gently held by a hand.

Luan Yu, who was promoted to the great elder, is still cold and beautiful, but his current cultivation level has already reached the realm of observing the sky.

This time, representative Qi Hongmian came and nodded slightly with the three of them, indicating that they had met before.

They are all big shots and have conflicts of interest with each other. They are too lazy to speak at this meeting and are ready to talk about something at the meeting.

The four of them waited for a while, and suddenly bamboo joints sprouted from the ground. The illusory bamboo forest appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Then, a house appeared vaguely in the bamboo forest. A man with frosty white sideburns and a paintbrush embroidered on the left side of his robe. The middle-aged man embroidering the guqin on the right walked out.

The illusion behind him slowly faded away, and it turned out to be a painting.

The master of Mo Lin, who had rarely shown his face before, that is, the master of Mo Pavilion, slightly raised his hands: "Everyone is here."

The current pavilion master is a hermit who doesn't like disputes and guards the three-acre land in Qingzhou all the year round.

When the Imperial Master was still there, he would occasionally go to Mo Pavilion to sit and sit. He once said with emotion that he had the style of a painting saint. This was both a compliment and a disparagement.

After all, the painting sage Zhang Sengyao once lived in seclusion and ignored the changes in the outside world, hoping to escape from the outside world and not be involved in the tide of the times... In the eyes of the imperial master, this pavilion master would be a very good teacher in a peaceful era. But in troubled times, it is not suitable.

So since Zhang Sengyao returned, the Pavilion Master abdicated and made way for others. Now Zhang Sengyao makes most of Mo Lin's decisions, so he came to this meeting by himself.

The rest of the people paid tribute one after another, and Xin Yaoguang also appeared at the right time, looking around at everyone, and the door of the meeting hall opened automatically behind him:

"Everyone, please take your seats."

Not long after, the door closed and the second summit officially began.

What no one knew was that shortly after the meeting, a young man wearing a green robe and a bamboo hat suddenly walked in front of the gate of Qingyun Palace.

"During the summit, outsiders are not allowed to enter. Who are you..." The Taoist guarding the door scolded in a deep voice.

The next second, his scolding suddenly got stuck in his throat, his eyes widened, and he saw the young man's face clearly, as if he had seen a ghost, he stood frozen on the spot:

"You...you...you are..."

He was a little unsure, thinking that he had seen it wrong, and couldn't help but rub his eyes, but in the blink of an eye, the young man in front of him had disappeared.

Ji Ping'an passed over the Taoist priest guarding the door and walked in the Taoist main altar as if he were strolling in a courtyard.

He did not hide his appearance today and returned to his original appearance. Liuli did not come with him and stayed in the house to rest.

During the summit, in order to show dignity, there were guards everywhere in the main altar, but Ji Ping'an didn't seem to care at all.

He just walked slowly and leisurely, just like he did when he came from Leizhou and entered Qintian Prison, calmly and leisurely.

And every Taoist disciple who saw his appearance, whether they were deacons, hall masters, or even elders.

Without exception, they all looked like they had seen a ghost.

He wanted to shout or make a move, but was horrified to find that all his magic power was imprisoned, unable to move or make a sound. He could only stare wide-eyed and watch Ji Ping'an walk away step by step.

In this weird atmosphere, Ji Ping'an finally arrived outside the meeting hall. He was in a trance, remembering the past.

It seems...the last time I came here...it was almost like this...

"Just like back then." Ji Ping'an sighed in his heart and stepped up the steps.

At the same time, a powerful man in the hall was sitting at a long table, and they were already arguing with each other. As expected, it didn't go well.

Xin Yaoguang sat on the main seat, sighing deeply in his heart, feeling powerless.

The attitudes of all parties were tougher than expected and difficult to reconcile. Today's summit reached a deadlock at the beginning.

She could only bite the bullet and said: "Since everyone is insisting and unwilling to give in, let's adjourn the meeting for now and do it later..."

Suddenly, there was a creak, and the tightly closed double doors of the vermilion palace were pushed open from the outside. However, no one in the palace noticed in advance that someone was coming.

"Excuse me," a clear and gentle voice came as the door opened.

One after another glances subconsciously glanced at each other.

In the warm sunshine of midsummer, at the open door of the palace, Ji Ping'an casually took off the bamboo hat on his head, looked around at everyone, smiled lightly, and said:

"I have something to say."

A silence.

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I wish you all a Merry Christmas in advance. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and the author may have to go out for fun. The update in the evening may be late, so don’t wait.

Then, it was announced some time ago that the plot has entered the final stage.

Judging from the current progress, it will almost be finished in early January, and there is still a slight feeling of reluctance...

(End of this chapter)