Chapter 122: National Treasure Stolen, Fight for Relics, Chaos in the Capital

The matter of the Buddha's relics quickly spread throughout the imperial capital through the imperial edict.

Together with the deeds of King Yinshuang sending people to offer treasures, it was also spread to the people, and both the common people and the monks talked about it.

Many people come here to burn incense at the Buddha's Golden Body Temple, and then want to see what the Buddha's relics look like.

Most of them were unable to elicit even the slightest reaction from the relics and were rejected.

A few monks at the Vajra Temple could make the relics glow, but in the end they were unable to collect them, indicating that the opportunity had not come and they could only leave with regret.

In the courtyard of the Golden Body Temple, the Yinshuang envoy looked at the scene of people coming and going, and couldn't help but respectfully asked the monk in white holding a Zen staff behind him:

"Holy Monk, do you really want to do this? This is the Seventh Patriarch's relic after all. It is extremely valuable. If you have it, you may be able to break through to the thirteenth realm. If the Holy Monk hadn't refused to recognize its owner, this relic would have been integrated with you long ago. as one.”

"Amitabha."

Jiang Shan shook his head and said: "This is the sentiment of the Seventh Patriarch in his life. The poor monk took away the Buddha's creation. Although he can break through the thirteenth realm and become a Bodhisattva, he will definitely follow the path of the Seventh Patriarch in the future, and he will not be able to surpass the Seventh Patriarch. , but it puts a limit on my Zen mind.”

"You can cultivate to the fourteenth level at most, but you can't reach the fifteenth level. There is no way to truly spread Buddhism to the world."

Although these words were plain, they were full of confidence.

After hearing this, the surrounding envoys showed deep admiration on their faces.

Without the help of external forces, he is single-minded and worthy of being a holy monk personally conferred by the king. He will definitely be the imperial master of their Yinshuang Kingdom in the future.

Outside the Golden Body Temple, two groups of people came.

On one side was a gentleman in a green python robe with a gentle and jade-like temperament taking the lead. He had regular features and was extremely handsome. There were many people following him. The most personal one was an old slave with gray hair holding a sword.

There are also many characters who don't look easy to mess with, including a martial artist holding an iron fist, a woman wearing a purple veil, and so on.

Mainly followed by a few monks with their hands clasped together.

On the other side, there was a man with a big belly and a businessman's appearance in a bright yellow python robe, with a mustache that showed his shrewdness. There were many monks following him, and a tall monk with a fierce scar face stood out among the crowd.

"Hey, isn't this the eighth brother?"

The fat man in the bright yellow python robe was the first to speak, with a smile that was like a slit in his flesh, and his eyes could not be seen clearly.

Naturally, he knew the person in front of him. He was none other than the eighth prince Lu Yunqing, who was currently in the limelight in the capital.

"Brother Seven."

Lu Yunqing's young face didn't show much surprise, but nodded gently to say hello.

"Are you also here to collect the Buddha's relics?"

The seventh prince, Lu Yunwan, didn't have many conflicts with them. They didn't have such a deep friendship, they were just acquaintances.

"Since it's a sacred object, why can't you give it a try? It's always good to try your luck."

The two groups of people gathered together, attracting the attention of the monk in white in the distance.

"Presumably these are the two princes of Dayan, the seventh prince and the eighth prince."

Jiang Shan said silently in his heart.

"I have long heard that Emperor Dayan is seriously ill, and the princes under his command are in trouble. They have been unable to decide on a candidate for the throne. Dayan is at war with Shengming again. This may be a good opportunity for Yin Shuang."

The Yinshuang envoy on the side said, with a bit of excitement in his tone.

"No."

Jiang Shan directly denied: "Right now, Yin Shuang has just defeated King Xiao Shuang. Even if Emperor Dashuang is weak, given the current situation, it is difficult to mobilize troops. No matter what happens, Dayan cannot become Yin Shuang's enemy. On the side of Emperor Dashuang, Yinshuang’s rise will be blocked.”

"Now Dayan and Shengming have started fighting on the border. A prince named King Zhenbei is sending troops. If Yin Shuang acts rashly, he may still be ambushed by Dayan's elite."

"Emperor Dayan is not dead, and the hearts of the military and the people are still there. Although Dayan is not as good as in previous years, he is still an existence that small countries cannot provoke today."

After hearing this, Envoy Yinshuang felt that it made sense.

Dayan is still not easy to mess with. His military power is so great that since the founding of the country, he has destroyed countless countries and almost no one dares to provoke him.

While several people were talking, the seventh prince and the eighth prince had already come out of the temple.

There was no Buddha light coming from the relics, and there were no visions. It was obviously a failure.

All this was expected by Jiang Shan, and he was not surprised.

It was getting late and there was still no one to collect it.

But there is more incense in the Golden Body Temple in one day than in previous months.

This undoubtedly strengthened Jiang Shan’s confidence and determination to promote Buddhism in Dayan.

He can do it with Dashuang, and he can do it with Dashuang.

When he came to the Golden Body Temple and looked at the Buddha's relics, his eyes narrowed.

"Holy Monk, what's wrong?"

The Yinshuang envoy saw that he had a different look on his face and asked.

Jiang Shan replied calmly: "The relic is gone."

"How is it possible? Isn't it just fine here? This thing cannot be taken away without special methods."

The Yinshuang envoy pointed at the feet of the huge Buddha. In the center of the futon was a sad relic with sealed power, which seemed to be intact.

"This is false."

Jiang Shan took the relic and crushed it hard. The relic shattered into pieces and turned into a pile of powder.

"What?!"

When the Yinshuang envoy saw this, he was extremely shocked. He did not expect that the relic was really missing.

How could a real relic be so fragile and break when touched? But from the appearance, it does look very similar, restored one to one.

"Holy Monk, what should we do?"

Yinshuang envoy said anxiously.

Jiang Shan was surprisingly calm, his eyes were calm as he said, "It doesn't matter, if it's lost, I'll take it back in a month. Although this thing has not merged with me, I'm familiar with it after all, and I can still sense its whereabouts."

"How do you explain to Dayan?" Envoy Yinshuang was surprised.

"Tell the truth and say it's lost."

"Will that be a bad idea?"

"This place is guarded by Dayan's three academies, and they are responsible for the search themselves. I won't make up for the wasted time. A deal is a deal." Jiang Shan said calmly.

"Does the holy monk know who stole it?"

"I know probably. It should be one of the two groups of people during the day."

"You mean the Eighth Prince and the Seventh Prince?"

"That's right." Jiang Shan nodded slightly, holding a Zen stick, looking in a certain direction, and admonished:

"Report to the authorities. If the relic is lost, the monks of the three academies will be most responsible. Da Yan will not let it go and will definitely dig deep into the ground. If we get involved, we may be in trouble. Although it is not fatal, it is troublesome."

"If there is a predestined person who can integrate the relic, it means that he is predestined with my Buddha, and it is not in vain."

Jiang Shan is obviously very confident about the whereabouts of the relic. He is not afraid of losing it. He still lets it stay outside, stirring up the situation in the capital, and letting the Da Yan court worry about it.

The Yinshuang Kingdom can profit from it and take action against Da Shuang, or make enough plans within a month.

If the national treasure is really absorbed by someone, he will not lose anything. At least he has planted the seeds of the Seventh Ancestor's lineage in Da Yan and found a suitable candidate.

No matter what, he made a profit.

He chose to offer the Buddha's relics for another reason, which was to test the true situation of the Great Yan Emperor.

But now, he couldn't see the other party at all, and the Great Yan Emperor didn't come to try it himself.

This made him doubt whether Great Yan was really as simple as it seemed on the surface.

"All at the command of the holy monk!"

The Silver Frost envoy clasped his fists and took the order, and quickly took action.

It was night.

The moonlight in the capital was as bright as a flower, and from time to time there were the sounds of night watchmen beating gongs and drums, but they were covered by the noise of the night market. The imperial capital at night was as prosperous as ever.

Langya Palace.

Lu Yunwan smiled innocently: "I didn't expect that I could replace this relic so easily. It's really easy to use the Bodhisattva's lotus to carry this thing."

In front of him was a burly monk named Fan Shen. He had a proud look on his ferocious face: "My Leiyin Temple, five hundred years ago, at least had a Bodhisattva. If it weren't for the Tianlong Temple and the Jinchan Temple, which divided up the inheritance of the seven ancestors, we wouldn't be inferior to them."

"With this Buddha relic, the luck of Buddhism is as easy as taking something out of a bag, but the white-robed monk must have a way to find it back. As long as we can get it as soon as possible, If we find someone who meets the qualifications and fuse this thing, it will be a sure thing, even if the monk in white comes to look for it, it will be useless. "

Lu Yunwan asked in confusion: "How can we fuse the relics?"

The burly monk said: "We must have a pure Zen heart, treat the world as nothing, firmly believe that all living beings are equal, emperors, generals, peddlers, and hawkers, treat them all equally, and have a fearless heart, a clear mind, and not be disturbed by external things. But such a person is hard to find in the world, only the Arhat Bodhisattva in my temple can try. "

After hearing this, Lu Yunwan thought for a while and felt that he was definitely not qualified.

The education he received since childhood destined him to have no chance with Zen.

What a joke.

Emperors, generals, peddlers, and hawkers, treat them all equally?

All living beings are equal, so there is no status. Everyone is born equal and has no privileges. Is there really such a world?

"The Buddha's relics must be sent back to Leiyin Temple as soon as possible."

While the two were talking, they had asked the servants to prepare the car to leave the city immediately.

Before he walked out of the palace a few steps.

At the end of the gate, a group of people appeared, all masked, with different body shapes and extraordinary aura.

They surrounded the carriage of Lu Yunwan and others.

Lu Yunwan did not panic, and snorted coldly: "This king knows that besides me, there are other people who covet the holy object."

He snapped his fingers lightly.

Hundreds of white shark armored soldiers walked out of the palace, and the armor on their bodies was made of the demon shark dorsal fin leather armor provided by the East Sea Sect.

In addition, there were many monks holding long sticks, with naked upper bodies golden and incomparable, like bronze men, standing in a circle of formations.

The black-clothed masked man in the distance was unmoved, and more masters appeared on the eaves, with fierce eyes and murderous aura.

The leader was a sword cultivator holding two swords, a woman in black arm armor, and a one-eyed old man.

"There is a middle-level fifth-grade master, it seems that we have to fight today."

The five-fingered crazy monk licked the corner of his mouth and said.

With just a fist, a purple-gold aura flowed from his face, and his aura was fully open.

He stomped his right foot and disappeared on the spot.

The air wave that burst out from his foot crushed all the bluestone bricks of the hundred meters here, cracking them inch by inch, and a big pit appeared on the ground.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, the house collapsed, and a masked man in black was killed with a wave of his hand.

"Ding!"

The sound of the blade cutting through the sky, the sword intent was awe-inspiring, condensed in the void, and turned into rainbow lights.

In just a dozen breaths, the five-fingered crazy monk and the sword cultivator separated and reunited, the sword energy was crisscrossed, the fist and the knife seemed to be two ancient beasts colliding, like raging waves, and like beasts fighting.

Standing on the ground and watching, you can only see

"Who is against me?"

The double-sword swordsman fought with him, and Lu Yunwan looked ugly.

Just as he was shocked and angry, the woman in black arm armor stood under the full moon, standing on the black eaves, with a straight and upright posture, a high ponytail to the waist, and pulled out a long sword that looked like a katana.

Only a pair of cold eyes were exposed.

Then he swung the sword with both hands, with a clean and neat posture, and there was an elegant beauty.

Under the constant reflection of the seven stars in the sky, the sword energy rushed into the sky and opened the sky, making the power of the sword almost reach its peak.

It was as if if there was a mountain in front of him, he would cut it down!

The golden-skinned warrior monks guarding on the side all changed their expressions, and the Buddhist master holding a Zen stick at the gate of the palace attacked.

The golden Zen stick hit the ground, and a pair of huge golden Buddha hands were thrown behind him.

Make a defensive posture.

But the golden body was still cut in half by this knife.

The five-fingered crazy monk wanted to retreat to rescue the emperor, but was soon entangled by a one-eyed old man, who spit out a large cloud of poisonous fog, covering the sky and earth, making him unable to tell the directions.

"The Wanxiang Tiangang Formation, start!"

Lu Yunwan could only save his own life. He shouted and threw a dark green formation flag into the sky.

In an instant, the entire team was enveloped by the green light emitted by the formation flag. The sword energy that was as high as the stars fell heavily on the formation and collided with each other.

"Boom!"

"Crash!"

It didn't take long before the formation broke apart like a spider web and was about to be broken.

Seeing this, Lu Yunwan looked helpless, and he was helpless watching this scene.

This power is definitely more than the eighth realm!

His cultivation is far from the middle fifth level, and there is no way to resist it. He can only prepare all the life-saving things on his body.

For this reason, he bought many life-saving magic weapons.

The inside of his sleeves were covered with golden light shielding talismans, there were more than a hundred of them, and there were seven dragon-exploring-cloud talismans in his boots, which made him walk briskly and walk in the air.

He stroked the Xuan Ring with his hand, ready to start the next formation.

Although having money may not necessarily make people powerful, it does give them more ways to save their lives.

He silently made many preparations.

"The wind will stop and the rain will stop."

When the Xuan Ring formation was about to come out, an old voice came from the end of the street.

The four-character Confucian mantra turned into golden words, and the sword energy froze in an instant.

A luxurious carriage with four corners raised and carved with unicorns slowly came and stopped in front of the Langya Palace. A young man with a scholarly temperament lifted the pearl curtain and walked out, followed closely by many palace servants such as the old slave holding a sword.

When Lu Yunwan saw this person, he was surprised: "Lu Yunqing, it's you!"

He didn't expect that Lu Yunqing would come to help him halfway.

Lu Yunqing smiled meaningfully, "Seventh brother, isn't it a bit unfair for you to do this? If it weren't for me, you would probably be plotted against again."

"What do you mean?"

Lu Yunwan asked in astonishment.

"Seventh brother, don't you think that the fact that you can replace the Buddha's relics from the Golden Body Temple is enough to explain the problem?"

Lu Yunqing reminded.

"You know."

Lu Yunwan scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

Lu Yunqing smiled lightly, "I expected you to have this idea when you left the temple after me."

Soon he restrained his smile, held his head high, walked forward, and said calmly to the group of black-clothed men, "Second brother, are you still going to go your own way?"

It's not in vain that he spent so much time observing every move of the imperial city.

The master said that this person must not be left alone.

For several months, he has been investigating the cause of death of the three princes.

Because there is always an invisible big hand in the Mingdeng Division and the three courtyards, interfering with everything, he can only find a way out by himself.

The death of the eldest brother, the fourth brother, and the fifth brother were all strange. Even the yellow robe of the third brother had a story. He visited Lu Guangyao and learned the details. After listening to the advice of many of his advisers, he deduced that there was an invisible force behind the scenes.

The teacher in the Confucian Temple told him that there was a crooked way in Confucianism called the Dragon Slaying Technique, which was intended to seize the emperor's luck and feed back to oneself. The person who laid the plan must be the master of this way.

So he set his sights on the second prince.

He discovered many strange things about the Jin Wang Mansion.

It is true that the second brother has many followers, but most of them have never revealed their reputations. They are like ordinary people in the world, too weird.

The second brother can compete with the eldest brother for so long, it is impossible that he has no means to rely on.

He squatted for three months.

It was not until the death of the fourth prince that the Jin Wang Mansion showed its flaws.

Before returning to the mansion every time, many people met in major inns and were captured by his people.

Obviously, the other party's subordinates are not shameful, and there is a reason.

But why couldn't the Mingdeng Division investigate? Was it also infiltrated?

Lu Yunqing thought this was very likely.

He deliberately let the Seventh Prince take away the Buddha's relic, and then observed the movements of the Prince of Jin's Mansion, and he really observed the movement.

Arrived in time before the Langya Prince's Mansion left the city.

Kill the Prince of Jin!

At this moment.

Lu Guangjing, who was far away in the dark, saw the Seventh Prince and the Eighth Prince standing together, as if they were going to unite, and his brows could not help but frown.

When did this Lu Yunqing become so smart?

After returning from the Confucian Temple, he had been keeping a low profile. I don't know where he got the luck, but he was actually favored by the daughter of the saint. After half a year, he hadn't seen her. Both his vision and strategy have improved a lot.

Now it seems that he has become a big shot.

It can actually threaten him.

The old slave holding the sword beside Lu Yunqing is very dangerous, and he must have many trump cards given by the Saint of Reason and the Saint of War.

This battle is not favorable, it is not advisable to continue.

The drums are sounded to withdraw the troops.

Seeing that the timing is not right, many Wujian Party worshippers are ready to retreat.

But they are surrounded by the long-awaited Chongwen Palace worshippers.

Suddenly.

Among the people in Wujian Pavilion, there is a bronze tiger-faced young man with a Yi-character token on his waist, watching this scene silently.

The face under the mask is slightly playful.

Today, the three princes' forces gathered together.

It's really lively.

This melon is really delicious.

With such a big commotion, the monks of the three academies and the Mingdeng Division should be on their way.

The problem is, how can I escape.

Losing a shadow warrior is also quite painful.