Nightwatcher

Buddhism is so powerful, why do you want to seal your own traitor in Dafeng? Either there's something special about dabong's sangpo or the problem comes from shinju itself

Xu Qi'an hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but ask this doubt.

"I'm just an ordinary person, I don't know these inside stories." Wei Yuan shook his head, expressing that he didn't know either.

"Xu Ningyan, you will be twenty this year." Wei Yuan asked suddenly.

"Yes, Duke Wei." Xu Qi'an was taken aback for a moment, wondering why this opening sentence had a strong sense of sight.

Sure enough, Wei Yuan said afterwards: "It's time to start a family."

Ordinary people in this world generally have a relatively high life expectancy. If there are no natural disasters and man-made disasters, they can live for a year without any pressure, and it is common to be seventy or eighty years old.

Therefore, there is a wide range of marriageable ages. Some women marry at the age of fourteen, and their breasts are not plump but their buttocks are not raised, which is ridiculous to the point.

Some women in their twenties are still in their boudoirs, and the flower paths have never been swept by guests. Where can the beautiful people teach the flute? It's pitiful.

There are such examples around Xu Qi'an, the aunt who married her second uncle at the age of sixteen, and Huai Qing who is still illiterate at the age of twenty-five.

Xu Qi'an will inevitably have doubts about the issue of longevity. It is unreasonable for a Confucian sage to die at the age of 82.

However, Wei Yuan is a weakling, so discussing such high-level knowledge with him is meaningless and unnecessary.

Xu Qi'an probed, "What does Duke Wei mean?"

"The Right Inspector Censor has a granddaughter who just happened to be of the age to leave the cabinet, and she looks very pretty." Wei Yuan said.

"It's very delicate and handsome, I'm afraid it's not worthy of a lowly position." Xu Qi'an shook his head.

"The fourth young lady of Weihaibo's family is seventeen this year. Weihaibo wants to find him a husband-in-law. You are a viscount, so you are a good match." Wei Yuan said.

"It's not bragging, the lady of the Earl's family is not good enough for me." Xu Qi'an still shook his head.

"Where's the niece of the Governor of Water Transport? I happen to be short of money. If you can form an marriage relationship with him, it will solve my urgent need." Wei Yuan looked at him.

No, although I joked that I was the second generation eunuch, but you are not really my father, and the desire for political marriage is too obvious. Xu Qi'an thought about it and said, "Are you beautiful?"

"Naturally, she is delicate and pleasant." Wei Yuan said.

Hearing the words delicate and pleasant, Xu Qi'an directly passed, shaking his head:

"To tell you the truth, I have saved a lot of money now, and I plan to redeem all the oirans of the Jiaofang Division. If the first wife is just handsome, I'm afraid it won't be able to restrain those coquettish prostitutes."

Wei Yuan frowned: "What kind of woman do you want as a wife, or do you already have someone you like?"

There are too many people who like it. Xu Qi'an pondered: "First, you must be as beautiful as a fairy, second, you must have a noble status, and finally, you must have considerable talent. You must be a good housekeeper who can be as good as the hall and the kitchen."

Wei Yuan smiled, "Then it's better for me to propose to His Majesty for you and marry a princess back."

Xu Qi'an was a little excited: "Wei Gong, really?"

Wei Yuan nodded and pointed to the door.

"What orders does Mr. Wei have?"

"Get out."

Being kicked out of Haoqi Building by Wei Yuan, Xu Qi'an did not return to his own Yidao Hall, but instead went to the newly built Spring Breeze Hall.

Li Yuchun was about to take a few gongs from Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao to patrol the streets. The Buddhist eminent monks made such a big commotion last night that the people in the city were talking about it this morning.

Some people are amazed at the power of Buddhist eminent monks, while others say that Buddhism is too deceitful and hope that the imperial court will send out their teachers to crusade.

From princes and nobles to traffickers and pawns, this topic was all discussed this morning.

It means that there is no Internet in this era, otherwise the tens of thousands of Dafeng people will shout: key!

Fight 300 rounds with the Buddhist gates of the Western Regions on the keyboard.

In order to prevent people from the rivers and lakes from taking the opportunity to make trouble or spread rumors, the yamen has stepped up its patrol mission.

"One library, one library!"

Xu Qi'an immediately stopped Li Yuchun and others, went back to Yidaotang and shouted the gong of his subordinates, and a dozen or so people walked the streets without knowing each other.

After patrolling for half an hour, when passing by a Goulan, Xu Qi'an said: "Boss, you take my people to patrol over there. I will take Ting Feng and Guang Xiao to this side."

Li Yuchun asked back: "Why is the arrangement so chaotic? You bring your people, I take mine, there is no need to mix and match like this."

Xu Qi'an thought for a while, and said: "Over there, you take the gong to patrol the streets, and I take my brother to the other side. This way there will be no confusion."

Thinking about it, Li Yuchun felt much better, nodded and said, "Go."

Watching Li Yuchun and others go away, Xu Qi'an led two colleagues into Goulan.

Those who are familiar with the roads asked for the elegant seats on the second floor, and called a few beautiful girls to accompany them. The three of them ate food while listening to music and watching operas, as if they had returned to the leisurely life when they were patrolling the streets.

"Ning Yan"

Song Tingfeng said helplessly: "I am a prodigal son, but there are always friends around me."

Come on, we all know that you are still the boy you used to be! Xu Qi'an didn't bother to complain about him, he listened to the music with great interest, opened his mouth, and asked the delicate girl beside him to stuff a peanut in.

As the saying goes, diligence is temporary, laziness is eternal.

When suppressing bandits in Yunzhou, under the pressure of the environment, Song Tingfeng practiced diligently and worked hard every day, but once he returned to the luxurious capital, his inertia and pleasure-seeking nature would be stimulated.

However, compared to before, Song Tingfeng is much calmer and firmer now, and his practice is harder than before, which is always a good thing.

"Bang!"

There was the sound of throwing a glass in the lobby on the first floor, and a drunk knight threw his glass and stood up, hiccupping, pointing at everyone and cursing:

"I've heard that extravagance is prevalent in the capital. From the top officials and dignitaries down to the peddlers, everyone is greedy for pleasure. I didn't believe it at first. This time I came to Beijing, and it took only ten days. All I saw were the deeds of rich people.

"The stinking monks are showing off their might in the heroic arenas in the northern and southern cities. After so many days, there are no masters to fight, and they are just watching with cold eyes.

"Last night, the master of the Buddhist sect descended and questioned the supervisor of our Si Tianjian in Dafeng capital. Whether it is tolerable or unbearable."

His companion hastily stepped forward to pull, dropped a few pieces of silver, and dragged him out of the hook.

The opera continued, but the topic of discussion among the guests turned into Buddhist missions.

"This Buddhist sect is really arrogant. I have been exterminating Buddhism for four hundred years, and they dare to preach in the city. There are many families in the northern city who believe in Buddhism. I heard that some people even donated their property and money, intending to help the Buddhist sect. Monks build temples."

"The imperial court doesn't care about it. Is it possible that I am afraid that Buddhism will fail? Twenty years ago, the battle of Shanhaiguan made Dafeng so powerful."

"Maybe it's because of the face of the allies. Anyway, the imperial court has become more and more corrupt over the years."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense about these words."

"Let's not talk about the movement last night, it was the trick of the gods. But, the little monk in Nancheng has been sitting in the ring for five days, and no hero has come forward. Am I obsessed with no one?"

Song Tingfeng put down his wine glass, pushed away the woman who was snuggling in his arms, and cursed in a low voice: "Disappointment!"

"Let's drink ours, don't worry about these nosy things, we don't need to worry about the sky falling." Xu Qi'an laughed.

The masters should work harder to embarrass Emperor Yuanjing even more. It is best for the historians to write down: In the 37th year of Yuanjing, the mission from the Western Regions came to Beijing, and the young monk competed for five days without a single defeat. The old monk turned into a Dharma face and questioned the court.

Hey, that's another black history of Emperor Yuan Jing!

At this time, a white servant of the government office ran across the street with a bronze gong, and while beating the gong, he shouted: "Sitianjian wants to fight with Buddhist eminent monks, and Sitianjian wants to fight with Buddhist eminent monks!"

"Everyone go to the notice board to see the imperial list, everyone go to the notice board to see the imperial list"

When Xu Qi'an brought Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao to the bulletin board at the gate of the inner city, the spacious square was crowded with common people and people from all walks of life.

The soldiers guarding the city and several watchmen were responsible for maintaining order.

Xu Qi'an took off his saber, brandished the scabbard and slapped some of the irritable and violent people in the world, helping to maintain order, while listening to the people in the front row recite the list.

The content of the announcement is very simple. It generally means that the mission from the Western Regions came from afar and was warmly welcomed by the imperial court. After some friendly consultations, the concept of sustainable development was jointly formulated. The relationship between the two countries will become closer and everyone will make progress together. Work hard and get rich.

Then, the eminent monks in the Western Regions proposed to have a "technical" exchange with Si Tianjian, and Si Tianjian readily agreed. The two sides will hold a grand fighting ceremony in the main square of the Guanxing Building tomorrow. At that time, the people in the city can go to watch on their own.

"As expected of an official post, I made a lot of blind comparisons. I still haven't said anything about how to fight, but why is it Master Du'er's request for such a mobilization?"

While thinking about it, he realized that Li Yuchun had also brought someone over, presumably he was nearby, and when he heard the publicity from the government officials, he came over to have a look.

"Boss!"

Xu Qi'an greeted him.

Seeing that the order was well maintained, Li Yuchun was pleased and said, "After returning from Yunzhou, the three of you finally got rid of the previous laziness and became more mature and stable."

"This shows that we have grown up." Xu Qi'an responded with a smile.

At noon, the sun was shining brightly, and a pergola was set up in the large square outside Sitianjian, which was a resting place for the dignitaries in the capital.

More than a thousand imperial guards surrounded the square, prohibiting idlers from approaching.

If the people in the city and people from the rivers and lakes want to watch, they can only watch from the outside.

After lunch, under the leadership of Master Duer, the missions from the Western Regions walked from the Sanyang Station in the outer city, through the bustling crowds and downtown, to the large square outside the Observation Tower.

Chu Caiwei stood on the edge of the gossip platform, looking down, a group of monks came slowly, and there were several figures wrapped in red and yellow cassocks among the figures in blue robes.

The leader is Du Er Luohan, who is skinny and dark, and looks more like a little old man.

"Teacher, the monks are messing things up." Chu Caiwei said, took out a piece of pastry from his pocket, and watched the scene with great interest.

"Come and come."

The prisoner is drinking a small wine, basking in the sun, contented.

"Teacher, are you going to fight in person?"

"Caiwei, if the teacher makes a move, the Bodhisattva must come in person. Du'er wants to fight me, not me."

"Then who do you want to send to fight?" Chu Caiwei tilted her head and analyzed: "Senior Sister Zhong Li is plagued by bad luck, killing eight hundred enemies and self-defeating eight thousand.

"Senior Brother Song and I are both alchemists, not good at fighting. Second Senior Brother is not in the capital, only Senior Brother Yang can fight."

The supervisor sighed.

"Why is the teacher sighing?"

"It's just a coincidence that you, senior brother Yang, practiced kung fu yesterday and became obsessed, so you couldn't play."

"Ah?" Chu Caiwei was taken aback. Immediately, the cakes in her mouth were no longer fragrant. She frowned delicately and said worriedly:

"Then what can I do?"

"It's annoying to be a teacher, so I want you to go to the palace and ask His Majesty for someone."

Suddenly, wearing a yellow dress and riding a horse, galloped into the palace.

Just after noon, Emperor Yuan Jing was studying Taoist scriptures in Lingbao Temple, listening to the female national teacher explain the profound meaning of the classics, but he couldn't calm down and was absent-minded.

"Your Majesty is worrying about the fight?" Luo Yuheng asked softly.

Emperor Yuan Jing hesitated for a moment, and said: "Although I have full confidence in the supervisor, if the Buddhist sect came here prepared this time, if they lose, what kind of face will there be?"

"The warlock system is quite special, and it is indeed not safe to not respect combat power." Luo Yuheng nodded.

Among all the current systems, the warlock system has the weakest combat power, and its field of expertise is not personal combat power, but the enhancement of national power.

The reason why Dafeng's army is invincible is one of the key factors. Excellent armaments are one of the key factors, and those siege equipment, artillery, bed crossbows and so on are all from Sitianjian.

This is something other systems cannot do.

Ninth-rank doctors save lives and heal the wounded, eight-rank qi masters, and seventh-rank Fengshui masters can study the earth's veins and improve Fengshui. These are extremely powerful auxiliary skills.

Even the formation masters of the fourth rank are actually assistants. What they are best at is not fighting, but refining magic weapons.

Warlocks need to be attached to the dynasty, and the two are in a symbiotic relationship.

Hearing what Luo Yuheng said, Emperor Yuan Jing became more worried.

"Your Majesty, why don't you invite the dean of Yunlu Academy? Among the major systems, martial arts are the strongest, but if you want to talk about which system is the most perfect and has no shortcomings, only Confucianism. Confucianism can handle all situations, even if Buddhist means No matter how superb it is, Confucianism can settle it."

Emperor Yuan Jing's eyes brightened slightly, then he shook his head: "National Teacher, last year I intended to let Dean Zhao become an official, but he refused."

The implication is that he won't be able to invite scholars from Yunlu Academy.

During the conversation, the old eunuch hurried in and said in a respectful voice: "Your Majesty, the palace is here to report that Chu Caiwei from the Sitian Supervisor is ordered to see you."

Asked by the teacher to see Emperor Yuan Jing, he pondered: "I am listening to the teacher's lecture, and I won't go back to the palace. You let her come to Lingbao to see me."

The old eunuch took the order to leave.

Emperor Yuan Jing looked at Luo Yuheng, and said: "The prison should be a matter of fighting the law, and the national teacher should listen to it and help me with my staff."

Although he is a Ninth Five-Year Master, his morals are low and he has no independent opinions. Luo Yuheng needs to provide opinions and analyze.

PS: sorry sorry, an hour late.

PS: Recommend a friend's book: "Surprised Son-in-Law", author: Qi Family Seventh Brother. The old author is old, and the quality is guaranteed.