Shen Yuanjing'an and Zhiyi sat in the carriage, twisting around and reaching a secluded place. Zhu Danchen led him into a small courtyard, but saw that the attic and towers were all exquisite and showed their grandeur. It was a Buddhist temple.

He exclaimed: "What a Tianlong Temple."

Several people were transferred out of the hall, and Duan Zhengchun was the one who led him, and there were Gao Shengtai, Chu Wanli and several monks behind him. Duan Zhengchun laughed and said, "Mr. Chen is indeed very knowledgeable, please come inside!" He pointed it out for a moment and said to Zhu Danchen, "You go ahead, brother Gu is there too."

Shen Yuanjing entered the hall with gorgeous pillars and various flower and bird decorations, but the furnishings were very simple, with only a few stools and a wooden table.

The table was covered with silk silk and a guqin was placed. It had been wiped out very cleanly, revealing the original wood paint color of the piano sound, which was shining and very elegant.

The strings on the top were all ready. He stepped forward and gently whipped them. The sound was as clear as a splash of jade, trembling as a dragon's roar, and extremely pleasant. Shen Yuanjing smiled on his face and said, "I'm sorry, Emperor Duan."

He wrapped the guqin in silk and said, "I have got what I want today, I have no other requests, so I will say goodbye."

Duan Zhengchun's face changed, he looked at Gao Shengtai and others, and stepped forward to persuade him, "Why should Mr. Chen be so anxious? But do you blame Duan for his poor hospitality?"

Shen Yuanjing shook his head and said, "Emperor Duan is joking. The mansion is luxurious and has good food and clothing. People in the countryside have gained knowledge. If this is not good, I may have to go to Bianliang to find the Zhao family to entertain him."

Duan Zhengchun heard him talk about Emperor Zhao Song, and looked indifferent. He knew that this was definitely not a member of the Song court, so he could only be a rich man from the world. He sighed inwardly and advised: "Mr. Chen should stay for a few more days. Yu'er will come back soon. If he doesn't see the gentleman, he will probably blame me."

Shen Yuanjing smiled, pointed forward, and said, "Isn't he in that hall now?"

"What?" Duan Zhengchun's expression changed and exclaimed. Gao Shengtai, Chu Wanli and others next to him looked shocked and suspicious, but his hands unconsciously held the weapon down.

At this time, the footsteps of "dongdongdongdongdongdong" came, Gu Ducheng entered the hall, leaned against Duan Zhengchun's ear, and said softly: "Prince, Duan Yanqing came with the Tubo National Master, and indeed brought the young master and was now in the hall."

Duan Zhengchun's face changed drastically. He was worried at first and wanted to get up. He remembered Duan Zhengming's instructions. He looked back at Shen Yuanjing, forced himself to suppress his impulse, sat down, and asked Gu Ducheng to continue to go back to inquire about the news. He squeezed out a smile and said, "How did Mr. Chen know that Yu'er is in the hall?"

Gao Shengtai and others were stunned at first, then were happy and surprised, and all came over. Chu Wanli shouted: "You are indeed a spy..."

"Shut up!" Duan Zhengchun quickly interrupted his words, bowed, and said, "Mr. Chen is ignorant and speculated randomly. I hope Mr. Chen will not be surprised."

It turned out that Duan Yu secretly left the royal palace the day before yesterday, but he has not returned yet. Everyone in the mansion searched for a day and a night but has not found it, so he was guessing whether Shen Yuanjing was doing something bad. But he has been in the room for the past two days and has not gone out, so it is difficult for everyone in the Duan Mansion to question. Even so, he cannot wash away the suspicion of his body.

Today, it was because of a great enemy's attack and worried that he had colluded with the invading enemy and caused some bad things in the city. Duan Zhengming ordered Duan Zhengchun to persuade him to come to Tianlong Temple and stabilize him. If there is any accident, he could ask for help at any time.

Shen Yuanjing smiled but did not answer, but sat down slowly and said, "'There is always constant and impermanent, the two trees wither and flourish, north, south, west, east, neither fake nor empty.', a good monk, his kung fu is really extraordinary, and he can see the foundation of the monk Furong at once."

The faces of the people in the hall have changed a lot. At this time, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help asking: "What are Mr. Chen talking about?"

Shen Yuanjing was talking about the Tubo national master Jiumozhi. When he saw Master Kurong, he had a verbal contest when he saw Tianlong Temple hosting Master Kurong. Just by relying on his face, he could guess the origin of the other party’s martial arts. This national master’s martial arts and knowledge were obviously extremely good.

He did not answer Duan Zhengchun's question, closed his eyes and listened. The rest looked at each other. After a while, he saw him raise his right hand, gently placing his thumb and index finger, as if he was holding a flower, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He was very compassionate. When the monks saw it, they clasped their hands together and lowered their heads to chant Buddha's name.

Then Shen Yuanjing flicked the five fingers of his left hand to the right, extremely gentle, as if he wanted to remove the dewdrops on the flowers on his right hand, and was worried that he would shake the petals.

After his actions, everyone was surprised to see that there was nothing unusual in the room. They heard him say again: "The appearance is similar but the spirit is separate, not authentic. The skill of the monk holding the flower finger is still not good."

Chu Wanli was a little impatient and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a slight touch of his chest. When he looked down, he saw five holes in his clothes, which were round and round. He came through the wind without knowing it and couldn't help but be shocked to speak.

Duan Zhengchun followed his movements and was shocked. He realized that Shen Yuanjing's actions were actually responding to Chu Wanli, and everyone was unaware of them.

Dali Duan was already good at finger strength, so he said to himself: "By my skills, with one yang finger, it is impossible to break the clothes and pierce the holes. Besides, it must be silent and not hurt the skin. I am afraid that Master Kurong and Rong will not be able to catch it. This person is so terrifying, how can we resist it just by just a few of us?"

The atmosphere in the room became tense for a moment. Duan Zhengchun was about to say a few words to ease him, but he saw Shen Yuanjing stretching out his left hand and pointing it, but saw a chair in front of him flying in circles and jumping constantly. When he stopped, the shape of the chair had not changed at all, but it was evenly thinner than before.

He withdrew his left hand and pressed it on the table without moving. The falling wood chips suddenly flew, as if there were hands holding it. Next to the shrinking stool, they gathered together again to form the original stool.

This action was so shocked that everyone in the room held their breath and did not dare to speak. Shen Yuanjing shook his head and said, "The monk's Doraemon fingers and Wuxiangjie fingers are still different. However, Emperor Duan, the one-yang fingers of the monks in the Tianlong Temple are not very clever."

Duan Zhengchun thought he was derogating Duan's martial arts. Even though he admired his magical skills, he was still unwilling to argue. He saw the other party pointing lightly, and with a "swish", a force flew out and hit the wooden bench made of debris. The debris instantly turned into powder and fell all over the ground.

Gao Shengtai, Chu Wanli and others were stunned. Duan Zhengchun stretched out his right hand, pointed at Shen Yuanjing, and said tremblingly: "You, how did you tell me the Duan family's Yiyang pointing?"

Shen Yuanjing raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh, Duan Yu didn't tell Duan Emperor, do I know this kung fu?"

"Yu'er?" Duan Zhengchun was stunned at first, then furious, and couldn't help but curse. Suddenly, he remembered that his son seemed to know how to do a yang fingering method, so he had to hold back his mouth and his face turned red.
Chapter completed!