The First Lackey Under The Empress

Xu Zhenguan's tone was very calm.

However, Zhao Du'an, who was protected behind her, caught a hint of well-hidden displeasure from that clear and cold voice.

Moonlight poured down, scattering over the man and two women in the quiet courtyard.

Facing the current Empress, the Prajna Bodhisattva did not show any panic, and her face was filled with a gentle smile:

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"Does Your Majesty want this poor nun to speak here?"

What does she mean... does she have something to say in private...? Zhao Du'an's expression became strange.

In the next second, he heard the Empress say to him:

"You go out and wait."

Immediately, Zhao Du'an felt a blur before his eyes, enveloped by a gentle force.

When his vision cleared again, he was already outside the gate of the Jizhao Nunnery.

"Ah, Lord Zhao?"

The eunuch holding the lantern beside the carriage was startled, looking left and right:

"Where is Her Majesty?"

Is this really martial arts?

Zhao Du'an's curiosity exploded, and he said angrily:

"I don't know!"

...

Beside the pond, after throwing the lackey out, Xu Zhenguan looked calmly at the disheveled nun:

"Speak."

Prajna Bodhisattva inserted a snow-white hand into her wet hair, her slender fingers twisting the strands into curls.

With the other hand, she picked up a scripture book that looked like a picture album from the ground on the other side of her thigh, out of sight, and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty knows that this poor nun has not much skill in cultivation, and if there is anything worth praising, it is nothing more than gaining the World Honored One's pair of wise eyes.

Just one glance now, and I felt that this junior is destined for my Buddhist sect.

It just so happens that this poor nun is suffering from stagnation in cultivation, and I want to borrow him from Your Majesty to use, but I don't know if Your Majesty is willing to part with him."

The autumn wind blew.

The Buddhist scripture album in her hand rustled and flipped.

When the wind blew, the patterns on the pages of Buddhist scriptures seemed to move, constantly changing.

It was actually the famous Yin-Yang Dharma from the Western Region ancestral court of Buddhism.

The Great Yu Dynasty's founding emperor once collected it, and this cultivation scroll is stored in the imperial library of the inner court.

Under the night.

The Empress's pale cheeks seemed to flush red for a moment.

Whether it was shame or anger, she sneered:

"I thought sending Yunyang to the nunnery would be quieter, but I didn't expect it was the right place, full of birds of a feather, shameless."

Prajna Bodhisattva smiled:

"It seems that Your Majesty's conversation with the Eldest Princess was not pleasant."

Xu Zhenguan was not interested in talking nonsense with her, but just stared at her:

"You want to practice dual cultivation with him? Take that so-called Joyous Zen? Aren't you afraid of spreading it out and making a fool of yourself, ruining the reputation of your Shenlong Temple, and Xuan Yin coming to trouble you?"

The woman by the pond smiled gently:

"Why does Your Majesty need to ask knowingly? You know me, Abbot Xuan Yin and I have never been on the same path.

Those wooden heads think about the integration of East and West all day long, competing for the title of the orthodox Buddhist sect. I get a headache listening to it, so I came to Jizhao Nunnery to find peace. Why would I care about what that old monk thinks?

As for Joyous Zen, I didn't care much about it, it's just that the precepts are a confinement to me.

I have always wanted to find a satisfactory man for dual cultivation, but I have not been able to find a suitable one. Tonight, I think he is quite good, and it doesn't matter to break the precept of lust."

Xu Zhenguan was speechless for a moment listening to the shameless words of the monk in front of her.

The female Bodhisattva's eyes turned, and her smile grew stronger:

"It seems that Your Majesty wants to keep him for your own enjoyment. In this case, it is this poor nun who is being inconsiderate and taking away what you love.

But why haven't you done the extraction and replenishment yet?

Hmm, could it be that you think his cultivation is too low?

If that's the case, I have an idea. Your Majesty might as well lend him to me temporarily and return him later..."

"Filthy words!"

The Empress snorted coldly and walked away, flicking her sleeves:

"Take good care of your nunnery, My subject is not allowed to be touched by others."

A breeze blew, and Xu Zhenguan's figure disappeared.

The Prajna Bodhisattva, whose legs were immersed in the pond water, suddenly had an abnormal flush on her cheeks, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.

She groaned softly, feeling the injuries in her body, but just smiled, revealing her blood-stained teeth:

"What a great temper..."

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her fingers, shook her head, and pinched the jade bottle beside her.

Streams of clear wine poured into her lips.

Quickly repairing the injuries in her internal organs.

After a while, the white-clothed Bodhisattva, who had stabilized her injuries, quietly looked at the clouds covering the moon in the sky, her expression free and easy, completely like a god.

A look of confusion appeared in those strange 'wise eyes':

"What exactly is hidden in that little guy's body? It makes this seat so eager?"

...

...

"Your Majesty, you're out."

Outside the Jizhao Nunnery, Zhao Du'an sat obediently alone in the carriage, hearing the voices of the eunuchs outside.

He hurriedly lifted the curtain and invited the Empress, dressed in a dragon robe and盛装打扮, inside.

"Return to the palace."

The Empress ordered with a blank expression. As the carriage rolled again, she glanced at the uneasy Zhao, but did not say anything.

Zhao Du'an was inexplicably guilty and hurriedly explained:

"Your Majesty, I heard a burst of singing and was inexplicably led over there. That old nun actually wanted to take me as a disciple. I sternly refused, and she..."

Xu Zhenguan stared at him with her dark and bright eyes and said:

"Do you think she is old?"

Ah? Is this the point... Zhao Du'an almost sprained his back, forced to leave the comfort zone of interacting with the leader.

"Uh... the fifty-two-year-old Bodhisattva is naturally..." Zhao Du'an replied cautiously.

"But her appearance and body are not old, are they?" Xu Zhenguan asked back.

"...I like young ones." Zhao Du'an's inspiration came and blurted out, and after saying that, he added:

"Of course, it's best if she's a few years older than me."

Xu Zhenguan said "En" with satisfaction.

Zhao Du'an silently let out a breath, only feeling that he had suffered an unprovoked disaster.

He was afraid that the topic would continue to enter a field he was not good at, so he hurriedly changed the topic and worriedly said:

"Your Majesty, I was controlled by that old nun just now, and the energy in my body rushed straight to the heavenly spirit. Although it has calmed down at this moment, I am uneasy in my heart. Could it be..."

Xu Zhenguan glanced at him and said unwillingly:

"A good thing. Some of the Buddhist methods do have their unique features. That one glance just now saved you at least several months of hard work in cultivation."

So good?

Is this a prepayment?

Then she's quite nice... Zhao Du'an regretted a little. If he had taken a few more glances...

Xu Zhenguan glanced at him and suddenly sneered:

"Just a little sweetness. If you take a few more glances, you will really become the flesh furnace she controls."

Zhao Du'an was stunned for a moment and said in horror:

"Your Majesty means..."

Xu Zhenguan said expressionlessly: "The art of extraction and replenishment, didn't she tell you?"

So, letting me help her cultivate is what she meant?

No... why didn't you say it earlier... Wait, what did she see in me?

Just because I talked nonsense a few times and tricked Bianji?

It can't be... Could it be that she saw my specialness? Is it the identity of the transmigrator, or the 'Dragon Soul' sleeping in my dantian? A cultivator of this realm can't possibly be attracted to my appearance...

Zhao Du'an couldn't help but start to think wildly, feeling a burst of fear and rejoicing:

"Fortunately, Your Majesty acted in time, otherwise I would have really fallen for that old nun's trick."

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Xu Zhenguan's mood improved a bit.

Her tone also eased:

"Although Prajna's temperament is very different from the monks in Shenlong Temple, she won't really force it, especially since I am still in the nunnery."

The implication:

The female Bodhisattva by the pond was mostly trying to scare and test... That's right, no matter how bold she is, it is impossible to snatch a court martial minister under the eyes of the Empress.

Zhao Du'an nodded to show that he understood.

Thinking that it seemed that the Empress and this Bodhisattva were not dealing with each other for the first time.

Xu Zhenguan was unwilling to continue this topic and pondered slightly.

Suddenly, she lightly wiped her vermilion lips with two fingers.

She actually spat out a grain of rice-sized 'light spot' that emitted a bright white glow.

With a flick of her finger, the light spot suddenly turned into a stream of light and drilled into Zhao Du'an's eyebrows.

In an instant, he felt a cool and comfortable feeling pervading his body.

He vaguely sensed that the 'rice grain' flowed along the meridians and merged into his lower abdomen dantian.

"Your Majesty... this is..." Zhao Du'an was stunned.

He found that after Xu Zhenguan spat out the 'rice grain', her face was a little dim, but she recovered as before with a breath.

The Empress said casually:

"This is a 'seed' condensed by the internal force of a martial artist.

Those who have the same martial arts inheritance can pour their internal force into the body of their fellow disciples. Although it is not equivalent to empowerment, the internal force seed of a high-level martial artist is a tonic for you.

Although Prajna's method of promotion is unique, it is not of the same source as you after all. My seed can circulate in your body for seven days.

If there are no accidents, it can help you reach the perfection of the mortal body. After that, you will be attacking the Divine Chapter realm..."

Although she didn't want to admit it, Prajna's appearance gave her a faint sense of crisis.

Prajna had given him sweetness, and the Empress felt that she, as an emperor, could not be compared to a nun.

Zhao Du'an was stunned.

Before he could recover from the shock of being seeded by the Empress, he was attracted by the words "attacking the Divine Chapter".

He said in surprise: "Can I be promoted?"

The Empress nodded and said:

"Entering the Divine Chapter from the mortal body is not a big hurdle for cultivators with talent or abundant resources.

It's just that you have improved too quickly before. I originally wanted you to stabilize before trying to attack, but now it seems that your foundation is strong enough."

After a slight pause, she glanced at the dog who looked excited and impatient, and said helplessly:

"However, breaking through the great realm is not that simple. Although it can be forcibly broken through by external force, it is a bad strategy. The best way is for your state of mind to reach it and you suddenly break through the realm.

This bottleneck is hard to say how long it will take.

Now that the internal traitor has been caught, you don't have to worry about the Divine Engine Camp next. I will order Eunuch Hai to personally teach you and help you understand as soon as possible and break through your state of mind.

Perhaps, when the Buddhist and Taoist competition is held in a few days, you will be able to step into the Divine Chapter."

Speaking of this, the Empress frowned and said with some regret:

"It's a pity that if the Buddhist and Taoist competition were two years later, maybe you could really represent my royal family and compete for the limelight, but it's a pity."

Zhao Du'an was still immersed in the vision of advancing to the Divine Chapter in the front foot, but he couldn't help but wonder in the back foot:

"Does the Buddhist and Taoist competition have anything to do with our royal family?"