The Jing Dynasty did not have a king in a different surname, and was respected by the Duke of the Kingdom. There are now a total of twenty-seven Dukes in the court. The ancestors naturally made great contributions to the dynasty. However, as time goes by, the contributions of that year will always fade away. Some dukes have lost their real power and gradually become marginalized. In a few years, they are afraid that they will become pure decorations.

As the emperor's companion when he was young, although Duke He was not as low-key as Duke Lu, he gave people a feeling that he could never be shaken, at least he didn't need to worry about these things. The most obvious manifestation of the Holy Family is that the person sitting in the drizzle of Jingjue Temple is him, not others.

Jingjue Temple is a palace courtyard and a private temple of the Jing family's royal family. Today, he is not chanting scriptures and praying for blessings on behalf of His Majesty, but rather serving as a guest on behalf of His Majesty.

He was not worried about his power and status, but he was a little worried about whether he would not be able to get up tomorrow if he had sat on this wet and cold floor for too long. The futon had not been sitting in many years. If he had not had a lot of experience when he was studying in Yimaozhai in his early years, he felt that he might have fallen down at any time.

Thinking of this section, he couldn't help but complain to the distinguished guest. He immediately thought about the other party's intimate power in the legend. His mind was slightly tightened. He quickly chanted the Buddha's name a few times, and his smile filled his face. He looked at the depths of the quiet room covered by the heavy curtains and white smoke, and expressed his gratitude again.

"Zenzi is willing to come here to relieve the difficulties in Buddhism for His Majesty, and is more willing to preside over the plum meeting in person. This is really the glory of the court."

The breeze came gently, taking away the remaining fragrance in the quiet room.

I don’t know how Zenzi reacted to hearing these words, but the monks from Guocheng Temple and Duke Kazuo were chatting and talking nonsense that had to be finished.

The Duke of Heguo looked deep in the quiet room, pondered for a moment and asked, "I heard that the Qingshan Sect had gone to the next night. Could it be that it is Jingyang's Beppu?"

The opening of the cave in Benshan last night was naturally impossible to hide from the court, but like many great sects of Taoism, the court also thought it was fake and did not send anyone there at all. But just this morning, some obscure news came out, and Guocheng Temple had no intention of hiding it.

"That was just a joke made by the two real people back then."

The Zen master's voice is clear and ordinary, but it is enough to make the listener feel respectful.

Who in the world is qualified to tell the stories of two Aoyama Sect real people in such a calm tone?

Duke He Guo asked in surprise: "Who is under the auspicious cloud?"

Zenzi said, "It should be the old friend, so take a look."

The Duke of the Kingdom wanted to look at the Nine Peaks of Qingshan. Your old friend should be a disciple on the Shenmo Peak, which is really related to Jingyang. However, since the Zen master personally confirmed that it was not Jingyang's cave, he did not think deeply and said casually: "The Qingshan disciples who participated in the Meihui this year should not have any outstanding figures. I can't help but feel a little regretful. I don't know when the closed disciple of the head of Qingshan will come out."

Compared with the young geniuses such as Luo Huainan, Zhongzhou School Bai Zao, Tongyan, and Tonglu, who have heard a lot of voices, the three generations of Qingshan who have never been to Nanshan, Gu Han, and Jian Ruyun's disciples do seem a little shabby. Although I heard that Zhao will come in the twelfth lunar month, she is young after all and has a special identity.

An old monk from Guocheng Temple said gently: "Isn't there still Jingjiu?"

The Duke of Heguo didn't notice this before saying this, the old monk glanced deep in the quiet room and said with a smile: "I heard that Qingshan performed well when he tried the sword, but how can he get along with people like Luo Huainan and Bai Zao? The most important thing is that he also has to participate in the chess meeting to challenge the baby face. This is really interesting."

The interior was quiet, no one laughed with him, and the scene was very boring.

He Guogong laughed awkwardly, thought of another important thing, and after hesitating for a while, he said, "The Imperial Concubine is thinking of you to bless you outside the temple."

This is what seeks for a view.

Digital old monks of Guocheng Temple and the presidency of Jingjue Temple look deep in the quiet room.

The white smoke lingers, and the true appearance of the Zen Master is no longer visible.

After a moment of silence, the Zen Master's voice rang again.

"I lived in this past, which was both compassion and fate. Today, she is already in great fortune. Why should I beg for more? See you again if you are destined to be destined."

The Duke of He Guo understood the meaning and dared not say more.

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There is a locust tree forest outside Jingjue Temple. Several carriages are parked in the forest, looking simple and low-key, but from the number of guards around, you can tell the identity of the people in the car that is extremely important.

The breeze falls with the drizzle. Although it is the late spring season, it is still a little chilly.

An eunuch walked out of the car and signaled the guards to return to the car to shelter from the rain.

This is Jingjue Temple. Now there are dozens of high-ranking monks from Guocheng Temple in the temple. How can we be so careful?

"That is, the Empress is kind-hearted and even takes these little things to heart."

A nanny in the car said in a flattering manner.

Sitting by the window was a beautiful woman with a very beautiful face and a charming feeling as she flies her eyes, giving people a naive feeling, and there was a temptation that a man could not resist.

She is the most favored Concubine Hu in the palace these years.

"I am also from a poor family and know the feeling of getting wet in the mountains. If Zhu Guixinshan had not saved my life from that casual cultivator, I would have died long ago."

Concubine Hu showed a look of grimness on her face, and thought about the previous words of the Duke of the State and the Duke of the State, and gritted her teeth and said, "If you don't see me, you won't see me, I won't believe me..."

She was about to say a few harsh words, but she was afraid that the people in the temple would listen. After all, she had respect and love for the Zen master, so she became a different meaning when she said it.

"I don't believe that no one can help me with this!"

The nanny's eyes rolled and said, "Do you want to ask Zhongzhou to come forward?"

Few people know that Concubine Hu is very close to Zhongzhou Sect.

Last year, the Xihai Sword Sect held a banquet in the Four Seas, and the Zhongzhou Sect made an exception to send a disciple named Xiang Wanshu, which was her influence.

Hearing this, Concubine Hu was not happy, but her expression suddenly became cold and she said sternly: "If you say this again in the future, go out of the palace by yourself."

The nanny offended the master for some reason and quickly knelt down and begged for mercy.

Concubine Hu is a smart person. She knew that she could try to invite Zenzi to come forward based on her affection, but she could never use the Zhongzhou Sect because the relationship between Guocheng Temple and Qingshan Sect was close, and the Zhongzhou Sect and Qingshan Sect have been in conflict for many years. Not to mention that the power is like water and fire, they are also disliked each other.

The righteous sect is the foundation of the human dynasty. If she takes the lead from it because of her own affairs, or even causes trouble, she should be just a concubine who has just been favored for several years. Even the empress will probably be deposed directly and then sent to the cold palace.

A palace maid whispered: "Mr. Shi said a few days ago that Qingtiansi has been staring at Qingshan Sect."

Concubine Hu said annoyedly: "Does Qingtiansi dare to treat Qingshan Sect? You should know that the successor of Jingyang Zhenren. I just want her to admit that she is wrong, but this is not OK! I heard that the big words named Jing Jiu were going to challenge the baby face, so I want to see how he ended up!"

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Chaoge City is shrouded in the drizzle.

People queuing outside the city gate to wait for the city to enter the city were already wearing hats.

Jing Jiu became no longer eye-catching.

The city guard soldier took the slightly wet road guide from him and asked, "Where are you from? What are you doing when you come to Chaoge City?

Jing Jiu said: "Go home."

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According to Shangdefeng's investigation, Qingshan disciple Jing Jiu's home is in Chaoge.

In fact, his home is indeed in Chaoge.

After twenty years, he returned to Chaoge City again, feeling much less than last time.

The last time he was greeted in Chaoge City was a winter snow, and this time he was greeted by a spring rain.

When he was in a small mountain village, he learned a saying that spring rain is as precious as oil.

For those living in Chaoge City, spring rain is like oil, making the bluestone road extremely slippery and extremely annoying.

Of course, spring rain will also attract many good sentences from the poet.

Jing Jiu has no concern for piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and naturally he does not know how to write poetry, but he likes spring rain.

Whether it is the spring rain falling on a black-sailed boat, the eaves or the hat.

Just like on snowy days he would move into the house to sleep but had to open the window.

In a sense, he is a poetic living person, but he doesn't know it.

Walking in the streets and alleys of Chaoge City wearing a hat, he ignored the ubiquitous aura of formations, and his eyes passed through the raindrops and fell somewhere else.

For example, the ripples caused by raindrops in the beggar's soup bowl under the eaves.

For example, the young woman preparing boat dishes on the Wupeng boat under the bridge was fanning the fire of the small mud stove.

For example, a girl who forgot to bring an umbrella ran across the alley and was covered with raindrops like little pearls.

There is a quiet courtyard deep in the alley, and you can see the eaves of Taichang Temple not far away.

Shangdefeng found it very clearly that Jing Jiu's ancestors had served a certain previous generation of divine emperors, so it was very natural that his home was here.

The wooden courtyard gate is already very old, and the moss on both ends of the stone steps is wet with rain, and everything seems so peaceful.
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