Chapter 9: Why bother

Chapter 9: Why bother

Chapter 9 Why bother?

Da Li's capital.

Linglong Pavilion.

As the largest restaurant in the capital, Linglong Pavilion is overcrowded every day.

Out-of-town guests, local guests.

Given the chance, who wouldnt want to try Linglongges dishes?

Snapped!

In the center of the restaurant, there is a raised platform.

A storyteller was telling a "story" with great joy.

It is said that ten years ago, a son of Buddha was born in the Great Zen Temple, the holy land of Buddhism. This son of Buddha was born and knew that he had the appearance of all Buddhas.

It is said that at that time, the golden body of Buddha appeared in the sky above the Great Zen Temple, and the golden light covered dozens of miles in radius. Many people were exposed to the golden light, and their hidden illnesses disappeared from their bodies.

Now ten years have passed, that Buddhist disciple

When the storyteller said this, he suddenly stopped, cupped his hands and said, "Dear readers, that's it for today. If you want to know how this young Buddhist is doing now, please come back tomorrow."

As soon as this statement came out.

Many guests at the venue suddenly sighed.

They listened intently and wanted to know what happened to this Buddhist disciple, but they were interrupted by the storyteller.

Who can bear this?

This is for you, keep talking.

A rough man took out a piece of silver and threw it on the high platform.

Other officials also threw out some copper coins and other property.

"Hey, thanks to the appreciation of the judges, I will continue."

When the storyteller saw this, he smiled and immediately sat down again.

If you want your book to be good, you have to break it at the right place to arouse the curiosity of the readers. Otherwise, how can you make money?

This storyteller obviously knew this well. He collected the money on the high platform before continuing to talk.

Calculating his age, that Buddhist disciple should be more than ten years old. Now he is naturally reciting Buddhist scriptures and studying Buddhist Dharma in Dazen Temple.

Mr. Storyteller unfolded his paper fan, shook his head and said.

Many guests couldn't help but make a "Xi" sound.

They also wanted to hear what amazing things that Buddhist disciple would do, but this was the result?

However, when everyone thought about it carefully, they found it reasonable. No matter how high the Buddha nature is, what can a ten-year-old child do?

As for the visions the storyteller mentioned earlier, most of them are just made up to attract peoples attention.

What everyone in the restaurant didnt notice was this.

Standing near the corner, a young monk wearing gray robes had a strange look on his face.

Have I been written into the storybook?

Lin Yuan shook his head slightly.

He didn't think there was anything strange about this.

Dazen Temple is a holy place for Buddhism and a major sect of martial arts in the world.

Every move he makes naturally attracts attention from the outside world, especially when he is accepted as a disciple by a master like the old monk with long eyebrows.

There must be many pairs of eyes watching.

Coupled with the fact that the abbots and heads of the house had no intention of blocking the news.

As time passed, rumors spread, and naturally there were various versions of the rumors.

Lin Yuan tasted some delicacies from this world in Linglong Pavilion.

He stood up, put down his money, and walked out.

On the streets paved with bluestone slabs, people were coming and going, and there were merchant-like shouts everywhere.

Lin Yuan was walking among them, not very conspicuous.

However, as Lin Yuan continued to walk deeper into the capital.

There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, but more soldiers were patrolling.

Until he came to a tall city gate, dozens of soldiers with strong breath were guarding there with sharp eyes.

Behind the city gate is the Dali Imperial Palace, which is the absolute core of a dynasty.

Even standing outside the palace, you can vaguely see the beautiful palace inside.

at this time.

A chariot slowly drove out of the palace.

When the gatekeepers saw this, they immediately stepped back to make way for them.

In the chariot, a middle-aged monk wearing a red cassock was rubbing his eyebrows.

Nowadays, Empress Dowager Dali worships Buddhism and often invites some eminent monks to the palace.

This middle-aged monk wearing a red cassock has become quite famous in recent years and is highly valued and loved by the Queen Mother.

Every ten days and a half, he will be invited to the palace.

Eighteen innate peaks.

Two hundred people in the innate realm.

Eight thousand is the peak of the acquired heaven realm.

This is the strongest trump card of the Dali Dynasty.

Even if the world falls into corruption now, the Dali Dynasty can be conquered again.

Not to mention that this is only part of the Dali Dynastys trump card.

Outside the palace, the army suppressed at the border,

As well as the master, they are always at the mercy of the Dali Dynasty.

Son of Buddha.

"you listen to me."

"You will follow me into the palace later to meet the Queen Mother."

If you are recommended by me, the Queen Mother will definitely give the Buddha a high regard.

In the next three months, the Buddha will visit the Queen Mother frequently to make her look familiar.

When the emperor celebrates his sixtieth birthday in half a year, the Queen Mother will come forward and take you, the Buddha, to celebrate your birthday.

At that time, I will present a Buddhist treasure.

The Emperor of Dali, Long Yan, was so pleased that he proposed to enter the Martial Palace to have a look. The chance of success would be great.

The middle-aged monk thought hard and came up with the only feasible method at present.

Theoretically, it is impossible for outsiders to enter the Martial Palace.

But if the current Emperor of Dali allows it, there is no question whether he can enter.

As long as Lin Yuan can please the emperor, it is not impossible to enter the martial arts palace.

After all, Lin Yuan only entered the martial arts hall to take a look, and he did not lose much to the many martial arts classics in the hall.

I wonder what Buddhists think.

The middle-aged monk finished speaking in one breath. When Lin Yuan didn't speak, he asked with some suspicion.

Not bad.

Lin Yuan nodded.

The middle-aged monk is indeed very attentive.

According to his method, there is a high probability that he will be able to enter the Martial Palace smoothly.

"only."

Lin Yuan shook his head again.

Just what.

The middle-aged monk asked nervously.

"Too much trouble."

Lin Yuan looked calmly at the palace not far away.

"trouble?"

The middle-aged monk did not react for a long time.

The plan he just made is as concise as possible.

Take Lin Yuan directly to see the Queen Mother, and then use the Queen Mother to influence the emperor.

This is the fastest way the middle-aged monk can think of to enter the Martial Palace.

Can't you just go to see the emperor directly? Without the recommendation of someone with enough weight, even a middle-aged monk would not be able to meet the emperor, let alone Lin Yuan?

Just say it.

After Lin Yuan finished speaking, he took a step forward, took a breath, and spoke loudly in the direction of the palace.

"The poor monk Huizhen wants to enter the martial arts hall of the imperial palace to have a look."

When he said the first word "poverty" in his voice, it was still normal.

But the second word starts to raise the pitch,

At the fifth word, the terrifying sound waves spread crazily in all directions.

When the last word "Guan" was uttered, it was like the sky and earth shattering, and thunder exploding.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom! !

At this moment, the entire palace was enveloped in terrifying sound waves.

The imperial army at the peak of eight thousand acquired days only felt a roar in his ears and his consciousness was scattered.

Eighteen great commanders who were at the peak of their innate abilities were bleeding from all their orifices and could not get up on their knees.

Deep in the palace, the aura of the five masters level flashed away, trying to resist the Buddha's voice filling his ears, but he only persisted for a few breaths, and the aura quickly exhausted, leaving him without the power to resist.

For a time, the originally heavily guarded Dali Imperial Palace was completely defeated and reduced to a pile of scattered sand, teetering on the verge of collapse.

"this"

The middle-aged monk opened his mouth wide.