Chapter 195

Bodhi Temple is located to the east of the South Gate of Pingkang Ward, and to its east is Li Linfu's old residence. Qian Chen arrived at the temple gate and followed Cen Can into the temple. Passing the bell tower, Cen Can pulled Qian Chen and the two of them to climb the bell tower first, pointing to the east, where one could faintly see a back hall with a curved structure and a crescent shape, saying: "That is the Yanyue Hall!"

"This hall is gorgeous in wood and stone, and the carving is exquisite, which was the best at the time. Whenever the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Prime Minister Li Linfu wanted to destroy someone's family, he would enter the Moon Hall, think deeply, and come out with joy, and that family would no longer exist!"

Cen Can followed Qian Chen and the others, and after hearing many secrets yesterday, he also called Li Linfu the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Prime Minister!

Qian Chen looked out and found that the Moon Hall was faintly located in the deep courtyard of Li Linfu's old residence, which was not very clear.

Cen Can smiled: "It's right that you can't see it clearly! The bell towers of all the temples in Chang'an are on the east side. Do you know why this Bodhi Temple is set on the west side?"

"Is it for Li Linfu to prevent people from climbing the bell tower to peek into the inner hall?" Yan Shu said.

Cen Can nodded: "Li Linfu is known as honey-mouthed and sword-bellied. Not to mention that he is a Supreme Supreme Tian Mo of the demonic path, even when I didn't know he was a Supreme Supreme Tian Mo of the demonic path, I heard that because he framed too many people, he even had to change his sleeping place every day, fearing that someone would assassinate him."

Qian Chen suddenly sighed: "This Bodhi Temple is so close to Li Linfu's old residence, and I heard that Li Linfu has always liked Buddhism. Presumably, they have close contact!"

Yan Shu smiled: "Looking at the excitement here yesterday, it was not easy to kill over. Otherwise, this place is so close to the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Prime Minister's residence, it should be where Li Linfu's confidants are."

Cen Can was startled: "The abbot of this place, Master Huijue, is a wonderful person. He shouldn't have anything to do with the demonic path, right?"

"How is he wonderful?" Yan Shu asked.

Cen Can gave an example: "I know one thing, and it also has to do with Wu Daozi!" He said slowly: "Wu Daozi was already famous in Chang'an in his early years, and he was a man who loved wine. Every day he went to Pingkang Ward, the abbot of the temple, Master Huijue, in order to make him paint more murals, brewed a hundred stones of wine, and lined up bottles and jars under the corridors on both sides. When Wu Daoxuan passed by, he sent people to lead him to watch it."

"Wu Daozi was greedy and went to ask, so he said to him: 'Donor, paint for me, and I will reward you with this.' Wu Daozi was addicted to wine, and Master Huijue gave a lot of money, so he happily agreed."

Cen Can pointed to the canteen in the distance: "On the front east wall, there is 'Wisdom Theory Color Change' painted by Wu Daozi, with vigorous brushstrokes, like carving ghosts and gods' hair. The next wall depicts the Immortal of Ritual Bones, with heavenly clothes flying and wind moving on the wall." He pointed to the main hall again: "On the back wall of the inner slot of the Buddha hall, there is also 'Disaster Elimination Sutra' painted by Wu Daozi!"

"Wu Daoxuan's three thousand murals are full of Chang'an, which is really not an empty word!"

"Hearing you say this, I have more confidence in inviting Wu Daoxuan to take action!" Qian Chen smiled.

He walked a few steps quickly and got off the bell tower. Cen Can caught up from behind and asked curiously: "Is Kunlun Wine really so wonderful?"

Yan Shu laughed: "Unprecedented in the world!"

This Kunlun Wine was produced by the Grand Void Palace during the Wei and Jin dynasties. This projected world only has the Central Lands, and there is no mention of overseas or Kunlun. Where Kunlun is located is now the Western Regions, and there are many foreign countries like Fulin and Persia, which is different from the real Central Lands world.

Of course, there is no fairy wine produced by the Grand Void Palace.

Therefore, what Yan Shu said was not an empty word.

Cen Can was even more addicted to wine after hearing this, and kept staring at the red-skinned gourd at Qian Chen's waist all the way.

Yan Shu looked back at Li Linfu's residence and whispered: "The position of the Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo, from the Empress to Princess Taiping, is clear and clear, but how did it come to Li Linfu?" Cen Can smiled: "I might know a thing or two about this. Do you know who the four heroes who quelled the Princess Taiping rebellion were?"

"Prime Minister Guo Zhen, Long Wu General Wang Maozhong, Eunuch Gao Lishi, and Palace Supervisor Jiang Jiao!"

"This Jiang Jiao is also a demon cultivator. Being able to participate in the killing of Princess Taiping shows that his cultivation is extraordinary. And his identity as a demon cultivator was known to many people because of an old incident that happened at Chanding Temple in the past!"

"At that time, Jiang Jiao's status as a demon cultivator was not yet known. After he was enfeoffed as the Duke of Chu for quelling the Princess Taiping rebellion, he became more and more prominent. Everyone only knew his calligraphy and painting, and regarded him as a master of painting, especially the horned eagle painted by Jiang Jiao, whose style was cold and was the first in the world."

"That day, Duke of Chu Jiang Jiao held a banquet at Chanding Temple..."

"At the banquet, there was a woman who was beautiful and graceful, and was fascinated by people. She showed off quite a bit. At that time, an official from the righteous path in the court looked at her and sneered, deliberately asking at the banquet: 'This beauty is so beautiful, offering cups and arranging hair, but I have never seen her hands. Is she six-fingered?' He went up and pulled her sleeve, and the woman fell as she was pulled, but turned into a withered bone!"

"White bone god and demon acting as a beauty!" Qian Chen shook his head and sighed: "Why can't I refine a white bone god and demon that can turn into a beauty? They are all messy people like nuns, drunkards, butchers, insect demons, monks, and swordsmen."

"Later, the official from the righteous path died tragically at home that night, and people spread that Jiang Jiao was a demon cultivator! A few months later, he was demoted for leaking palace affairs!"

Cen Can smiled: "And the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Prime Minister Li Linfu is the nephew of this demon cultivator Jiang Jiao!"

Yan Shu said with a bitter smile: "In this way, the inheritance is clear!"

"Princess Taiping was killed, and the Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo inheritance fell into the hands of Jiang Jiao. Jiang Jiao handed the inheritance to Li Linfu. After Li Linfu died, the real Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo inheritance should most likely fall into the hands of the Emperor, An Lushan, and Yang Guozhong. Now, if the Emperor only got a fake inheritance, then the real inheritance should still be between An Lushan and Yang Guozhong."

"Yang Guozhong intended to destroy the Chang'an formation this time, so he should be the most suspicious. But Brother Taibai said he was just a blindfold." Cen Can sighed faintly: "Fighting like this, the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo is making trouble, isn't it the people of Chang'an who are suffering?"

"Who is the Great Supreme Supreme Tian Mo, there should be an answer today!"

Qian Chen thought of Sima Chengzhen who went to assassinate An Lushan, and sighed in a low voice.

While several people were talking, they came to an idle hall. The lingering sound of silk and bamboo came from the hall. A person walked out of the hall swaying, and seeing Cen Can, he smiled: "Cen Canjun Cen, you are late! The banquet is over!"

Cen Can hurriedly said: "Jida, is Wu Daoxuan still there?"

The man shook his head and said: "He is drunk in the hall! I guess he won't wake up until after noon!"

Someone in the hall heard their conversation, and a clear and powerful voice laughed: "Cen Canjun Cen is here! Have you had any poetry recently that you can bring for the old man to appreciate?" As he spoke, an old man with white hair and beard, wearing official robes, slowly turned out of the hall and greeted Cen Can.

"Minister He!"

The person who came was He Zhizhang. He changed his official position to Crown Prince's Guest last year and was awarded the Silver Green Guanglu Grand Master and concurrently the Secretary Supervisor. That's why Cen Can called him Minister He.

He Zhizhang smiled: "Since we are poetry friends, what official title should we call? The old man is the Mad Guest of Siming!"

People in the hall heard that Cen Can was here, and those who were still awake said one after another: "Cen Canjun Cen came well! At yesterday's poetry meeting, we were missing that poem of yours. If you can write it, we will let you go find Wu Daoxuan. If you can't, you must punish yourself with three cups before leaving!"

Qian Chen was stunned by this, and was glad that he brought Cen Can. If he were to write poetry, he would mostly not know how, and could only copy some of the real Taibai's poems. Anyway, the Supreme can copy, why can't he? But scholars write poetry, either they need to rhyme, or they need to echo. If it rhymes with something Qian Chen is not familiar with, he can only use the sword as poetry!

Why does Qian Chen always use the sword to speak poetry?

It is to avoid embarrassment when someone asks him to explain or sets a question to test him, he can simply kill them with a sword. And those who die under the sword will never tell him what classic was used in that place, or what poet's experience that place is?

Now that there is Cen Can to deal with it, he doesn't have to consider killing He Zhizhang to silence him!

Such a person is not a demon or demon cultivator, or a product like the Emperor or Imperial Consort that is not a pity to kill. Qian Chen is also very embarrassed to attack him!

Cen Can was not polite, pondered for a moment and said: "The day before yesterday, General Feng was defeated by Sword Master Pei, and told me that he wanted to ask to leave Chang'an and continue to sit in Anxi to conquer the Turks in the west. Yesterday, I had a dispute of spirit with Taibai and was defeated by him. Only the first two lines of the poem in his sword made me still feel something. Therefore, I wrote this poem for General Feng last night!"

He started to chant in a low voice: "Don't you see... the horse running in the snow sea, the flat sand is vast and yellow into the sky..."

"The wind howls at night in September in Luntai, the stones in the river are as big as buckets, and the stones run wildly with the wind."

"The grass is yellow and the horses are fat, smoke and dust fly in the west of the Golden Mountain, and the Han general leads his army to the west. The general's golden armor does not take off at night, the army marches at midnight, and the spears clash, the wind is like a knife and the face is like cutting."

"The horse's hair is steamed with snow and sweat, the five-flowered connected coins turn into ice, and the ink in the tent freezes. The Huns hear it and should be terrified, knowing that short soldiers dare not meet, and wait for the victory at the West Gate of Cheshi."

The poem is heroic, using the border affairs and the scenery outside the Yumen Pass to talk about the military journey outside the fortress in the past. To persuade Feng Changqing not to care about the success or failure of sword skills.

The national affairs of the border, the feeling of serving the country and making contributions, are more important than these trivial matters, and it is more mocking that Yan Shu has no merit to the country, and even if he has superb sword skills, he cannot be called a general. After Qian Chen heard this poem, he knew that it was the poem he wrote when he was unhappy after he picked Cen Can with his sword.

It uses the three words "Don't you see" in the second half of "Bring in the Wine" of the Green Lotus Sword Song...

Later, he followed Qian Chen and the others to slay demons in the moonlight, acting chivalrously in Chang'an, and had the friendship of robbing temples together, and knew that they were here to save Chang'an, so he gradually eased his relationship with Yan Shu. But the poem he wrote did not change!

Reciting it at this time, there is still some spirit of fighting for friends.

But Yan Shu laughed, and Cen Can also smiled, and the two of them passed this test.

He Zhizhang stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, then sighed slowly: "Good poem! Feng Changqing should be comforted by this poem and should be even more brave for the country. But I am more curious, how did the poem that defeated you in sword skills make you admit defeat in sword skills and admit defeat in poetry?"

"It's not difficult to make you, Cen Can, admit defeat in sword skills. As far as I know, there are no less than ten young people whose sword skills are above yours, and there are five fingers."

"But there are not many who can make you admit defeat in poetry!"

Cen Can looked back at Qian Chen. He only heard the first two lines and was defeated. How could he answer the rest? So he hoped that Qian Chen would stand out and be able to make a name for himself. He Zhizhang is the leader of the literary and poetry circles, and an old minister valued by the Emperor and the Crown Prince. If he can get his favor, Taibai will be famous all over the world, not to mention. Being famous in Chang'an is a matter of a few days!

Qian Chen shook his head slightly, signaling him not to offer himself up.

Cen Can could only cup his hands and say: "Ashamed, I lost too quickly and only heard the first two lines."

Having said that, he drew his sword, imitated the spirit of Qian Chen that day, swung his sword across the sky and said: "Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning!"

The sword momentum rose suddenly, falling from outside the sky, following the water of the Great River falling from the sky, pouring down a thousand miles, going east to the Cang Sea. In one sword, there are thousands of scenes, and it is moving. Although it only got one-eleventh of Qian Chen's sword in the past, it also made the poets and swordsmen in the hall look back one after another. He Zhizhang even broke a few beards and showed surprise.

The sword momentum returned, and it was the next sword...

Cen Can shouted loudly: "Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall mourns the white hair, like green silk in the morning and snow in the evening..."

At this time, He Zhizhang waved his big sleeves and actually caught Cen Can's sword. The sleeves even rolled back the hilt and took the sharp sword in his hand. He laughed loudly: "Good poem! Just the beginning, it is like a strange peak, with thousands of scenes, making people want to hear the back even more... Cen Can, if you can't ask, let me ask!"

Having said that, he turned his sword and stabbed at Qian Chen. The sharpness of this sword was far above Cen Can's sword technique, like light and electricity, hard to look directly at.

He Zhizhang's cultivation was profound, far beyond the expectations of Qian Chen and others. Who could have thought that an old man who was only famous for his poetry and prose in the world would have a cultivation level one level higher than a great general like Feng Changqing, and was a strong man in the Yin Spirit.

Even deeper than Yang Guozhong!

Qian Chen's Sword of Sentience came out of the scabbard, the blade was like snow, the cold light rushed into the sky, illuminating the hall, and met this sword...