The First Lackey Under The Empress

How could it be Old Wang?!

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Zhao Du'an's pupils constricted, feeling an unspeakable blow to his soul.

At such close range, staring at that familiar, smiling old face.

In his mind, the Heavenly Master's "unofficial official" who hadn't appeared for some time and liked to freeload his ingenious sentences, gradually overlapped with the old man in front of him, who had the demeanor of a celestial being.

"Little friend, long time no see."

Zhang Yan smiled and used a secret method to send this voice into Zhao Du'an's ears.

At the same time, the phrase "Old Wang" was also shielded by him, preventing outsiders from eavesdropping.

It really is you... Old Wang is Heavenly Master Zhang?

The legendary terrestrial immortal who is only one step away from "Human Immortal"?

Zhao Du'an's heart was filled with monstrous waves, producing a strong sense of unreality.

He couldn't accept that such a lofty figure was actually Old Wang, who freeloaded off of him.

That's right... no wonder he could copy my sentences so quickly and imprint them on the memorial archway of the Heavenly Master's Mansion... no wonder Jin Jian and Old Wang had such a close relationship... no wonder the talismans he gave out casually were so powerful...

At this moment, Zhao Du'an's heart was filled with mixed feelings.

There was both the surprise that he had already interacted with a big shot, and a burst of guilt...

Um, I spoke to Old Wang so casually before... Heavenly Master Zhang won't hold a grudge, will he?

"Junior... Junior has met Zhang... Heavenly Master."

Zhao Du'an tried his best to squeeze out a smile, respectfully saluting, pretending not to know him.

Zhang Yan obviously didn't intend to expose their private relationship in public, and just nodded.

Immediately, his gaze swept over the entire audience, and he said:

"This matter, I have already learned about it, so let it end here. If Xuan Yin is unwilling, let him come to my Heavenly Master's Mansion to say it himself."

A final decision!

Without any nonsense, or arguing, or the leisure to reason.

Translated, it's just one sentence:

Forget about this matter, if you want to cause trouble outside the Heavenly Master's Mansion, let Xuan Yin, the old baldy, come. You are not qualified.

As for the aggressive attitude of the old monk from the Disciplinary Hall just now, although Zhang Yan didn't mind slapping him to death with a sleeve, he remembered what the Empress had said before he came out, so he simply ignored it.

"Regarding the imperial family, I am not convenient to come forward. Please trouble the Heavenly Master to handle the aftermath... I will deal with that monk myself."

At that time, Xu Zhenguan's voice was icy cold, as if she was angry, but didn't show it.

None of the monks of Shenlong Temple dared to refute, and the old monk who had ordered the arrest just now was as docile as a quail.

"We respectfully obey the Heavenly Master's decree!"

Gongshu Tianyuan and other divine officials were radiant and full of vigor.

Straightening his back and raising his chin, the little fat man made a "please" gesture towards Bianji and others.

Bianji sighed, put his palms together, and bowed.

Without saying a word, he immediately turned around and signaled the monks to quickly retreat from the crowd like a tide, carrying the injured and unconscious Tianhai.

After walking a long distance, Bianji suddenly turned his head and stared expressionlessly at the chief of the Disciplinary Hall:

"You acted arbitrarily today, provoking the conflict between my Buddhist sect and the imperial court. I will truthfully report to the abbot."

The old monk, who had a violent attitude just now, as if he had lost his mind because his beloved disciple was seriously injured, raised his gray eyebrows, his eyes clear.

His expression was extremely calm, completely different from before.

He met Bianji's gaze without any retreat and said calmly:

"No need to trouble you. This old monk will personally resign to the abbot and demote himself out of the capital to appease the Xu imperial family's anger."

Bianji sneered, as if seeing through his thoughts, and said quietly:

"You think this is enough? Is it really worth it to do this for Longshu? Aren't you afraid that when the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog will be cooked?

Or are you sure that the abbot is merciful and will not really punish you severely?

Even if you are detrimental to the temple for the sake of your lineage's future sect master position?!"

The old monk shook his head and said:

"This old monk doesn't understand what the Dharma Master is saying."

Bianji's eyes were indifferent, he snorted, and walked away with a flick of his sleeves, leaving only one sentence:

"Good luck to you!"

… …

Around the arena.

Along with the group of monks from Shenlong Temple leaving in disgrace.

This battle ended with Zhang Yan's one sentence.

"Heavenly Master... I..." Zhao Du'an hadn't recovered yet, and opened his mouth.

In his ears, he only heard the old Heavenly Master's smiling voice:

"Hehe, this is not a convenient time or place, you and I will meet again in the future. Right now, you should quickly enter the palace, His Majesty wants to see you."

His Majesty wants to see me?

Because it's not convenient here, so she's waiting for me in the palace?

Zhao Du'an's mood was inexplicable, both expectant and uneasy.

However, before going on stage today, he had already anticipated this.

As long as he could summon the Tai'a Sword, the Empress would definitely look for him and ask him about it in person.

And after the old Heavenly Master dropped this sentence, he waved his sleeve and turned into a wisp of green cloud, floating towards the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

The divine officials also hurriedly followed.

At the same time, on the huge and ancient bell tower, the giant bell rang loudly, sweeping across the capital.

"Dang — —"

"Dang — —"

Meaning that this session of the Buddhist-Taoist competition has officially ended.

The winner is neither the Heavenly Master's Mansion nor the Shenlong Temple, but the Xu imperial family, which has been silent and declining for hundreds of years.

And…

Zhao, who made a big splash with the help of the Tai'a Sword.

"Lord!"

When Zhao Du'an walked down the arena, he was immediately surrounded by the brocade-clad guards of the Pear Blossom Hall who had rushed over, and was gathered with a group of court officials.

"Come, quickly help Lord Zhao into the carriage and return to the palace to heal his injuries."

Mo Chou took the lead to speak, but she was giving orders.

Zhao Du'an was stunned, and with a tacit understanding, he realized that the old Heavenly Master, or Zhen Bao hiding in the dark, had also sent a message to Mo Chou.

After nodding to the other acquaintances, he was surrounded and went to the nearby carriage with Mo Chou.

Watching the carriage leave quickly along the exclusive passage, the officials came back to their senses.

"What a lively event. After today, the court should regain its momentum." Many people thought so in their hearts.

This guy… actually made a big splash… However, fortunately, it's not his true strength, but the imperial sister secretly manipulated it. He was just pushed out to prove to the world that the imperial family has not declined… Xu Junling thought in his heart.

But… is it really just a mascot?

Or, a hidden dragon?

Xu Junling was absent-minded, feeling that he should once again increase the rating of Zhao Du'an.

As for Hai Gonggong, Ma Yan, and Xue Shence, these three fell into a trance-like state after that sword "Opening Heaven".

As if they were savoring it.

It wasn't until this moment, when someone called them, that they woke up.

"I have something to do, I'll go back first." Xue Shence dropped a stiff sentence and left anxiously.

Ma Yan also instructed Zhang Han and others to help clear the crowd, and he strode away as if he had something to do.

Hai Gonggong also muttered a few words in a low voice, and his figure flashed and disappeared.

Not only these three, but many martial artists with good cultivation in the crowd around the arena also seemed to have realized something at this moment.

Only they could appreciate the subtlety in this sword.

Although Zhao Du'an displayed it, it was not even one ten-thousandth of Emperor Taizu's, but coming from the same source was enough for many people to ponder repeatedly.

On the way back to the capital, Hai Gonggong's figure broke through the wind, and he kept muttering in his mouth:

"This kid… is he really destined to be with the Xu family? This old man hasn't learned the Opening Heaven Sword Art from the Martial God Diagram…"

The crowd dispersed.

However, the spread of details about this twisty and turny competition has just begun.

… …

… …

Jizhao Nunnery.

In the pond where a pool of withered lotuses is planted, a fat white carp jumps out of the water, shakes its tail and splashes water, and then falls, but does not attract the attention of the two women by the pond.

Princess Yunyang is still holding the previous letter of "Great Victory of Buddhism" in her hand.

At this moment, she raised her neck and stared blankly at the dark clouds in the distance, which had previously seemed to crack open with golden cracks, but were now slowly healing.

In her ears, the bell ringing of the end of the competition echoed.

"It's over?"

Yunyang retracted her gaze and looked at the female Bodhisattva by the pond with a hint of uncertainty.

Wet black hair hung down around her waist, exposing a large area of white, greasy, plump, and soft flesh, and the eyebrows of the Prajna Bodhisattva, which were thin and resembling a Guanyin statue, were also gazing into the distance.

But she waited for a long time without seeing the eagle falcon.

Until the nuns in the nunnery who went out to watch the competition hurriedly returned, broke into the small courtyard, held their knees, and gasped:

"Bodhisattva, Tianhai lost!"

Lost?

Princess Yunyang was the first to jump up, and said in surprise:

"Didn't you say that your Shenlong Temple won? How did you lose again?"

The little nun's face was red, which was caused by excitement. She quickly waved her hand and explained quickly:

"They won the competition with the Heavenly Master's Mansion, but afterwards, they accepted the challenge from the Great Yu imperial family and lost…"

Then, she stammered and told the whole process she had witnessed.

And when she finished listening to the whole process, Princess Yunyang, who had a smug look on her face just now, was stunned.

Her beautiful face was almost distorted, and she said in disbelief:

"That… Zhao Du'an, picked up the Tai'a Sword? Defeated you?"

The little nun thought for a while and said:

"It's hard to say that they lost. That Zhao Yama also relied on weapons. The chief of the Disciplinary Hall even quarreled with him, but Zhang Tianshi came forward to suppress it…"

It's true… it's true… Yunyang staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

Thinking that this time, her niece Xu Zhenguan had taken advantage of her again, she felt so heartbroken that she could hardly breathe, and her ten fingers were clutching the soil next to her butt, murmuring in a low voice:

"It's Zhao Du'an again, it's him again…"

The corners of Prajna Bodhisattva's mouth turned up in a shallow smile.

Especially after listening to the little nun's account, she smiled even more happily at the end, and finally turned into loud laughter:

"Hahaha…"

The little nun was timid and cautiously asked:

"Bodhisattva? Why are you so happy? This time, the chief must have offended the imperial court, and I'm afraid there will be trouble."

The beautiful nun with a lotus mark printed on her brow smiled sweetly.

Turning around, holding the jade bottle, looking at the withered lotuses in the pond, she said softly:

"Isn't that a good thing? Xuan Yin wants to strengthen the Buddhist sect, but he is reluctant to suppress Longshu and Dajing, fearing that it will damage the strength of the Buddhist sect. Now, it's just suffering the consequences of his own actions."

The little nun's eyes were blank, and she couldn't understand.

Prajna closed her mouth and didn't bother to explain to her.

She just sighed softly in her heart:

"Where there are people, there is the world, party struggles, and political struggles, why only the court?"

Only a very few people know that the seemingly foolish and impulsive actions of the chief of the Disciplinary Hall are nothing more than a game between Longshu and Xuan Yin within the huge power of Shenlong Temple.

As for Tianhai, it is also a chess piece that Bodhisattva Longshu intends to support.

"But, life is like a game of chess, who is not a player in the game?"

The female Bodhisattva looked tired, and then remembered the aura that she vaguely saw with her "Wisdom Eye" that day, and whispered to herself:

"Zhao Du'an…"

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