At the beginning, I gave up my military power with a cup of wine, and I ascended the throne

Chapter 235: The Zen Master’s Heart
"Dishonest."

He snorted coldly, "Ten true sentences and one false sentence, and you thought I couldn't tell."

"Go back and tell Liu Xuanxuan that if there is any problem with the Shadow Mountain Sword Canon that you hand over next time, I don't mind leaving the dungeon alone."

"Ah."

Dayueer nodded, "I will tell her properly."

The snow in Xiliang came late this year.

It was not until mid-winter that the snow in Shangdang began to drift sparsely to the border of Xiliang, crossing the Qilian Mountains and heading towards Youzhou.

When I woke up, the entire Shuiyun Mountain was covered with a thin layer of snow, the roofs were white, and the grass and trees were covered with frost.

Looking up, I saw dark clouds, gray and spreading, with no end in sight.

Qingyao stepped into the courtyard happily, standing on tiptoe, her skirt fluttering, snow falling, her whole body cold.

After playing for a while, she went to the preserved radish on the river bank and picked a fresh and green cabbage to prepare breakfast.

Xiao Han’s three meals a day were not extravagant, mostly home-cooked dishes, and there were slaves in the original kitchen.

But Qingyao was saving money recently, so she went to discuss with him and asked him to help in the kitchen every day, and her monthly salary would be increased by three cents of silver.

“Remember to cook it in clean water.”

Xiao Han said, "I got tired of eating pork elbows yesterday, so I'll have a light breakfast to help with the grease."

"understood."

Qingyao muttered, "You only ate four of the five pork elbows. How could you not be sick of them? And I had to grab only one."

After mumbling, he remembered something and added hurriedly: "I planted the cabbage, remember to give me ten cents."

"Give, give."

He said unhappily, "Little money-grubber."

Qingyao stuck out her tongue playfully and went straight to the kitchen.

After washing up and about to make tea, suddenly, a deep voice rang out across the entire Shuiyun Mountain.

"Amitabha."

"I, a poor monk, would like to see the Marquis of Xiliang."

This method is performed with the Buddhist lion's roar, and the sound waves are rolling, tearing through the wind and snow, and even the dark clouds in the sky are shaking.

Outside the knife-grinding hall.

Miyano, who was teaching Hu Chi to practice sword skills, raised his head and looked at the sky with a frown. As a powerful man in the fairyland on land, he could feel that there was a faint pure Buddhist power permeating the sky above Shuiyun Mountain.

This Buddha power must be in no way inferior to the power within the Buddha bone relics that he refined.

"The Buddhist immortal land?"

Miyano spoke, interest piqued.

"Who?"

"Who dares to trespass into Xilianghou Mansion?"

In the knife-grinding hall, in the seven-story stone tower, bursts of powerful aura erupted. The old man with the broken-arm knife came out with the knife in hand, followed closely by Shen Pei.

Behind him, six or seven figures rushed out of the stone tower, stepped on the void, rode the wind, and swept up the flying snow, heading towards Guanyu Lake.

The entire Xilianghou Mansion was alarmed by the sudden sound, and the guards, carrying long swords, protected their respective courtyards.

On Guanyu Lake, a figure descended from the sky, stepping on the waves. He was wrapped in a white monk's robe, had a sturdy build, a ruddy complexion, and his eyebrows and beard were all gray. He stepped on the waves with his feet, hanging in the air without falling.

With his hands behind his back, a string of amber Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, his eyes slightly closed, he ignored the guards around him.

His expression was indifferent, the clouds were light and the wind and snow that had been torn apart closed again, splashing and scattering, with strong winds, carrying flying snow and falling from the sky, submerging the entire Shuiyun Mountain.

The spacious marquisate stood on the top of the mountain, bathed in the wind and snow. Snowflakes fell on the lake, melted instantly, and disappeared without a trace.

"Do you know what the crime is for trespassing into the Marquis's mansion?"

Dayue'er, wrapped in a white long skirt, walked on the waves with her sleeves spread out, like a fairy from heaven. There was no smile on her charming face, she was as cold as black ice and filled with murderous aura. She looked at the white-browed old monk not far away, feeling a little heavy in her heart.

With Dayue'er's cultivation, he couldn't see through the old monk's realm, just like a dry well, an abyss. The old monk just stood on Guanyu Lake, but he seemed to be integrated with this world. If you didn't see it with your eyes, you couldn't sense his existence at all.

Such a state.

It’s really profound.

The unity of nature and man is the natural Buddhism.

"Amitabha."

The old monk clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and said with a peaceful look, "I came here just to see the Marquis."

Dayue'er raised the corner of her mouth and sneered: "My master is busy with all kinds of affairs. He shoulders 200,000 cavalrymen from Xiliang and millions of people from eight counties. How can he have time to see an old monk like you?"

"It won't take me long."

The old monk said, "One stick of incense will do."

"not see."

Dayueer raised her eyebrows: "Leave quickly."

The old monk shook his head and sighed, with a look of compassion between his brows.

In front of the side hall.

Xiao Han was standing under the eaves, his arms folded across his chest, watching the scene with great interest.

"Toshin."

Without even turning his head, he asked, "Which sect, which temple?"

"An old monk from the previous generation of the Xin Zen sect."

Xueying thought for a moment and said, "I heard that this person has a very profound understanding of Buddhism. When he was young, he went to Wudang Mountain and Longhu Mountain to debate Buddhism."

“Zen of the Heart.”

He muttered to himself, took a step forward, and appeared in the pavilion by the lake. The cold wind blew the flying snow, blowing on his face, turning into a faint chill that spread throughout his body.

His eyes fell on Du Xin, who seemed to sense Xiao Han's gaze and looked at him from a distance of hundreds of feet.

"I have seen you, Lord Marquis."

On Guanyu Lake, Monk Duxin of the Xinchan Sect bowed slightly in greeting. Xiao Han did not speak in response, nor did he make any expression.

"The old monk has overstepped his bounds."

Dayue'er opened his mouth and waved his sleeves. In an instant, waves rose up in the Guanyu Lake beneath his feet. Snow from the sky floated over, gathered together, and flew towards the old monk.

Every piece of flying snow, every gust of cold wind, contained extremely sharp sword energy, and the sound of swords seemed to be heard in the void.

"What a beautiful swordsmanship, lady donor."

The old monk began to praise him. Even with the strong wind and flying snow blowing on his face, he remained motionless, like a mountain.

He let the wind and snow fall on his body without moving at all, only his monk's robe rustled, but no scratches were left on his body.

Dayue'er narrowed her beautiful eyes, her heart becoming extremely solemn. She stretched out her right hand with five fingers spread out. The lake water under her feet rose into the air, shattered in an instant, and turned into water droplets that floated in front of her.

With just one thought, water drops whistled and came towards the old monk in an overwhelming manner. Such a method was truly miraculous.

But it still couldn't hurt Monk Du Xin at all.

"Sister Dayue, take the piano."

A clear sound rang beside her ears. Qingyao stood by the lake and threw the lyre in her arms.

Dayueer tiptoed, finished weaving and flew away, close to the surface of the lake, with her sleeves thrown out. A silk ribbon flew out of her sleeves, spanning seventy or eighty feet, and rolled up the lyre as she pulled it back.

Holding the zither in her arms, she sat cross-legged on the lake, swaying with the waves. There was a captivating gleam in her beautiful eyes, and she plucked the strings with her ten fingers.

"Buzz!"

The strings of the zither were plucked, like thunder from heaven and earth. A thunderbolt exploded on Shuiyun Mountain, and the heaven and earth trembled.

(End of this chapter)