This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 508: Vicious Plot
"What?!!"

"real or fake??"

"Done?"

"It's absolutely true. The Xuanshu Bodhisattva of Fa'an Temple is really amazing. He just pointed his finger at the face of the Lin family lady... and a ray of light flashed, almost blinding my eyes. Then I saw that the Lin family lady had restored her appearance. Wow... She was as beautiful as a fairy!!"

"You kid, are you not making up stories?"

"Why would I lie to you? If you don't believe me, go out to the street and take a look! We should be here by now!"

"Let's go! Let's check it out!!!"

……

After a group of people left the inn, Hongyun and Shengzi slowly walked downstairs.

"Once this incident is over, Fa'an Temple will surely become very famous and receive a lot of incense from the people."

The Son of God looked at the diners rushing forward with a complicated expression on his face.

Taoist Hongyun sighed first, then looked at the Holy Son, and a smile slowly appeared on his face:

"Don't worry. The dispute between Taoism and Buddhism won't end overnight."

Seeing Hongyun’s smile, the Holy Son sighed slowly.

"Don't just stand there, let's go and take a look."

Hongyun smiled and stroked the little saint's head, then lifted his Taoist robe and walked straight out the door.

Looking at Hongyun's back, the Son of God scratched his head, and then followed Hongyun outside.

On the street, people come and go, and almost everyone can step on another person's foot with just a slight move of their feet.

But everyone was there to watch the fun, and the person whose foot was stepped on didn't say much. They just smiled and continued to look towards the center of the street.

After all, the person whose foot was stepped on had just stepped on someone else's foot, and others were just like him, they just laughed it off.

The main thing is that arguing is not as comfortable as watching the fun.

Watching the fun is one of the few entertainment options for the common people, and no one wants to miss this opportunity.

"Here she comes!! The Lin family's wife is here!!!"

I don't know who suddenly shouted like that, it seemed like he wanted to shout the sky down, and it made many people's eardrums hurt.

But no one picked on him at this critical moment. After all, according to the legend, Madam Lin was given a beautiful face like a fairy by Xuanshu Bodhisattva.

We are all ordinary people, who has ever seen a fairy?
Given a chance to take a close look at what the fairies in the sky look like, no one would be stupid enough to argue with a loud and foolish person.

Everyone's neck is like a bamboo, and they wish they could be stretched longer and stabbed out.

The two eyes on his head were like a jar of wine that had been smashed by a drunkard to create two big holes, and they were bulging wide and round.

No one wants to miss the appearance of Mrs. Lin.

On the street, a sedan chair carried by four people slowly appeared in everyone's sight with the servants breathing heavily.

The moment the sedan appeared, the bustling crowd on the entire street became unexpectedly quiet for a moment.

Then there were countless dumbfounded voices:
"Oh my god!!"

"This, this, this... is so beautiful!!"

"Oh my god! Am I dazzled??!"

"Mom! I saw a fairy!!!"

……

In the inn on the corner, Lu Yuanzhi stood at the second-floor window, watching with interest the quiet figure sitting on the sedan chair that slowly appeared on the street.

The sedan chair is a bit simple, or it would be more appropriate to call it a sedan chair.

Mrs. Lin sat there with a smile on her face, not at all afraid to look at the crowd. However, she didn't care about the flattering words and just smiled absentmindedly.

As she laughed, tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

Tears flowed down her face and into her lips, leaving a bitter taste on her tongue, but she was completely unaware.

She was just in a trance, and seemed even more charming than before, which made all the men in the crowd feel like fire was burning in their bellies.

"Faan Temple is a good plan."

Lu Yuanzhi just glanced at them indifferently, then sat down with a smile, glanced at the wine cups on the table, and turned his gaze to the two people sitting opposite him.

"What's the plan?"

The Second Prince had taken off his dragon robe and was dressed in purple. Although the dark circles between his eyes made him look a little listless, his face exuded a nobleness that made ordinary people have to lower their voices before speaking to him.

He had a confused look on his face at this moment, looking at Lu Yuanzhi sitting opposite him, with a look of doubt flashing in his eyes that did not seem fake.

Sitting next to him was the Second Prince’s childhood good brother, Song Yu from the Kewu Department.

At this time, Song Yu also looked towards Lu Yuanzhi, with a gentle smile on his face, and said:

"Tell me about it. It's a rare occasion for the three of us to get together for a drink again. It's a good opportunity for you to talk about these trivial matters in Beijing."

"Trivia?"

Lu Yuanzhi glanced at the Second Prince with a smile, then lowered his head to pour himself a glass of wine, picked up the glass, and glanced out the window.

At this moment, the sedan chair of the wife of the Lin family happened to pass by the downstairs of the inn outside the window. He could even see the lush hair on her head and a thin strip of scalp between her hair that was combed properly through the gap in the attic.

"Brother Song, what you said doesn't make sense."

Lu Yuanzhi retracted his gaze, smiled inexplicably, and said with a teasing tone:
"Now that the Great Yong is at peace, the next thing will be a battle of ideologies, a battle between Taoism and Buddhism. How come this unprecedented event has become a trivial matter in your mouth?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Song Yu and the Second Prince's faces froze.

Song Yu didn't expect Lu Yuanzhi to say it so directly.

After all, the person who nominally holds power in Dayong is still sitting here, and apart from the emperor, it is definitely not the turn of Taoism or Buddhism to fight for the world's situation.

Moreover, the source of the dispute between Taoism and Buddhism came from his own master, the Great Yong State Master...

As for the Second Prince, he was a family man who knew his own business. He stayed with Song Yu all day, so he naturally knew what the Imperial Master was going to do next. And because he knew this in advance, he had already set up his own plan early.

But he only knew half of it, and his sights had long been on Buddhism.

But I never expected that the Taoist sect would come here.

"hehe."

Song Yu's reaction was also quite quick. He naturally didn't want to say these words openly. After all, there were indeed some things he had not told the Second Prince.

With a smile on his face, he said:
"How can the Taoists and Buddhists in the capital compare to the sharp blade in your hand? If it's not a trivial matter, then what is it?"

"Pei Yin Lang is not my sword, it's your Majesty's... Second Young Master's sword."

Lu Yuanzhi changed his words halfway through and looked at the Second Prince with a smile on his face.

Hearing Lu Yuanzhi's words, a smile appeared on the second prince's face.

Even though he could feel that what Lu Yuanzhi said was not sincere, he was still very happy.

"My brother-in-law, you are joking. How can Pei Yinlang be described with a knife? Wouldn't it be a disgrace to those warriors who have worked hard for our Great Yong?"

The second prince patted Lu Yuanzhi's shoulder gently and poured him a glass of wine very earnestly.

Seeing the Second Prince's somewhat humble action, Lu Yuanzhi's eyes flashed with a trance. The king of a country, in front of him, was like this...

How long did it take him to go from being a commoner to being the most respected person in the country?
"Haha, there is no need to be like this, Second Young Master. We are all loyal people."

Lu Yuanzhi took the wine poured by the second prince, drank it all, and then looked out the window again.

At this moment, a long time had passed, and with his eyesight he could only see the bustling crowd surrounding the sedan chair slowly moving away into the distance.

"It's just a pity for the lady from the Lin family."

He smiled and sighed with some emotion.

As soon as these words came out, the Second Prince frowned secretly, then looked at Lu Yuanzhi in confusion and asked:
"What a pity?"

Lu Yuanzhi looked at the change in the Second Prince's expression, and a smile slowly rose at the corner of his mouth. He said:

"The Buddhist sect wants to use this incident to spread its fame and show its saintliness in Dayong, but how can the Taoist sect let him succeed so easily? The real exciting drama is yet to come."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and gently twirled the jade ring on his finger without saying anything else.

But he didn't say anything, but the second prince's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he blurted out:
"Under the Emperor's feet, can the Dao sect still take human lives lightly?"

Lu Yuanzhi raised his eyebrows, fixed his gaze on Song Yu's face, then glanced at the Second Prince's face, and then said quietly:
"It's not that serious to kill people, but it's easy to make the Lin family lady return to her original appearance, or to make her go crazy and become ugly...

"what!"

The second prince clenched the jade cup in his hand tightly, with a hint of shock and anger in his tone.

"Oh?"

Lu Yuanzhi seemed to have noticed the Second Prince's actions, and he suddenly said:
"It is said that Lin's Su Niang is the sister of Concubine Lin in the harem, and can be considered a relative of the Second Young Master. No wonder she is so panicked."

After hearing his words, the Second Prince forced a smile and said:

"indeed so."

"hehe."

Lu Yuanzhi did not respond, but just smiled and said nothing.

Song Yu took a deep look at Lu Yuan and said to the Second Prince with a smile:
"Don't panic. There is our Kewu Division in the capital. I will go and talk to Taoist Master Hongyun about it. I don't think he will make things difficult for a group of women."

Lu Yuanzhi just smiled and nodded in agreement without responding.

The seeds have been planted, and it is up to him to decide what to do next.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. It's just a small matter. Please don't ruin our fun. Come and have some drinks..."

"Come on, do it!"

"........."

Faan Temple, in a small house.

"Amitabha."

Xuan Shu squinted his eyes and looked at the small object in his hand.

It was the small raft that was launched by the person who was chased by Fu Hu that day but couldn't be found.

As a Bodhisattva of Buddhism, when the raft came rushing towards him that day, he had already used his six senses to vaguely capture the figure of the raft owner.

If my guess is correct, it should be...

"Chirp!"

A figure suddenly appeared in the small courtyard outside the house under the cover of night.

After seeing the visitor's appearance and clothing clearly in the moonlight, Xuan Shu's face did not show any surprise:
"The donor is here?"

His voice was extremely gentle and reached the ears of the figure in the yard.

"Ah."

There was an inexplicable meaning in the figure's voice:

"Xuanshu Bodhisattva is quite elegant."

"hehe."

Xuan Shu lightly lifted the cushion under his seat, and the next moment the cushion floated to the stone bench in front of the man outside with an invisible force:

"Please take a seat first, benefactor."

"You don't seem strange to me."

The figure raised his eyebrows, and taking advantage of the night to reveal a green robe, he did not hesitate to sit on the cushion thrown by Xuan Shu.

"That day when the donor launched the raft, I had already expected that the donor would come in the next two days."

"Tsk, I never thought you could guess my intentions."

The figure let out a soft click of the tongue and looked at Xuan Shu with interest.

"In my Buddhist sect, the word raft means a boat to cross the sea of ​​suffering. Actually, I didn't intend to restore the Lin family lady's appearance after she came back, but after seeing the donor's raft, I changed my mind."

Xuan Shu appeared in front of the figure at some point, with a look of sadness on his face.

"Oh?"

After hearing Xuan Shu's words, the figure's face flashed with curiosity, and he asked with a puzzled voice:

"Then what do you think?"

Xuan Shu gently twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand and looked up at the moonlight:
"I wanted to promise him that he would return to the temple after three days of parading, and then tell him that his heart was not sincere and stop him from thinking about it."

“When she is disheartened and has no desire to live, I will create a scene where she commits suicide. Then I will appear in the form of a monk. Buddha will show mercy to her and save her life. In this way, I can spread the Buddha’s name without wasting any treasures or magic power…”

Having said that, Xuan Shu looked at the figure expressionlessly:

"But I never thought that the donor would appear."

"Tsk, how vicious!"

After hearing Xuan Shu's words, the figure took a breath of cold air:
"If she listens to your parade for three days and finds out that you can't restore her appearance after she returns, she will definitely commit suicide. Even if she can let it go, you will secretly create a scene for her to "suicide". At this time, Fa'an Temple will definitely become the target of public criticism, and will be despised and even hated by the people. There is a high possibility that they will come to your door..."

"And at this time, you suddenly show up and "revive" him in front of everyone. In this way..."

At this point, the green-clothed figure looked at Xuan Shu with a complicated expression:
"Those who once despised and hated Fa'an Temple will surely have unshakable faith in Buddhism due to the guilt in their hearts. After experiencing such twists and turns, those who originally had no opinion of Buddhism will certainly improve their views on Buddhism..."

After a long time, the figure took a deep breath:

"As expected of a Buddhist Bodhisattva, his methods are truly unexpected."

Xuan Shu still had no expression on his face. He just sighed and said:

"It's just that the donor interfered and ruined my perfect plan. The Fa'an Temple, which was supposed to be at its peak, now only has a reputation of being 'good'."

"So, it's me who's wrong?"

The figure raised his eyebrows, turned and looked at Xuan Shu.

"No, your arrival is a great honor not only to Fa'an Temple, but also to the entire Buddhist community!!"

Bodhisattva Xuanshu looked at the figure deeply with a serious expression. A vague reflection could be seen in his soft eyes.

In the reflection was the face of Song Yu from Kewusi.

(End of this chapter)