Zhao Rong originally thought that he should be the most expert among the six people in today's Confucianism-Taoism debate.

He was wearing a simple Confucian shirt with his sleeves rolled up, and a black and white jade pendant on his waist. His expression was calm, with a slight smile on his lips. Well, it was his handsome face that slightly ruined his image as a master, and he felt a little sorry when he thought about it.

But even so, he must be the most hidden master among the six people in the Confucian-Taoist debate.

After all, he is the most ordinary one on the stage...

But ever since Zhao Rong and his party got off the car at the foot of Mount Taibai, walked through the wide road made clear for them by the crowded crowd, went up the mountain along the main road, passed through the outer side of the mountainside, went straight to the top of the mountain, stepped onto the Sutra-Preaching Platform, and saw the old man supported by the group of Chongxu Taoist priests, Zhao Rong no longer thought so.

The old man was wearing a black Nanhua scarf, plain cloth, with a calm expression and a string of wooden beads in his hand. When he saw them enter, he just glanced at them and then looked at the scenery outside the lecture platform, which was calm and peaceful.

This appearance...

Oh no, he’s a master, Zhao Rong thought.

Not only did the costume look like him, he could also feel that the old man in the Nanhua scarf was indeed him, because... this was the tacit understanding between masters, there was no doubt about it.

Zhao Rong said secretly.

At this time, the positions of the Lanxi Lin family and the Chongxu Temple when they entered the venue were very interesting.

The Lanxi Lin family was led by Zhao Rong, Lin Wenruo and Chen Muzhi, followed by a group of Confucian scholars, Yulin Guards and mountain monks who were on good terms with the Lin family.

Among the three leaders, Zhao Rong was supported in the center, and the other two stood on the left and right.

This highlights Zhao Rong's position, which is in line with the plan to make the enemy mistakenly believe that he is a superior horse.

Over at Chongxu Temple, among the three people standing at the front of a large group of Taoists, the old man wearing a Nanhua scarf was guarded in the center.

Zhao Rong's eyes fell on the old man at first sight. Presumably, the people on the opposite side felt the same way and were the first to look at him. However, Zhao Rong was not stage-frightened and even smiled politely at the people on the opposite side, which only attracted the angry glares from a large group of Taoists.

After all, the two sides are currently mortal enemies, and what he did does seem like a provocation, but Zhao Rong doesn't care, because this is exactly the effect he wants.

It is very frustrating to passively attract hatred, but it is very satisfying to actively attract hatred.

Zhao Rong looked at the other two people who were participating in the conversation at Chongxu Temple with unscrupulous eyes.

A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a purple sun scarf and an elegant and complicated yellow and purple Bagua robe, has an elegant posture and holds a string of beads in his hand.

The man's robes were gorgeous, unlike the Taoist attire of Chongxu Temple. He should be the Imperial Master Qingjingzi. The yellow and purple robes on his body should be the Imperial Master robes worn by successive Imperial Masters of Zhongnan Temple. Zhao Rong had heard from Lin Wenruo about this.

As if he had noticed Zhao Rong's gaze, Qingjingzi looked over again. Zhao Rong looked at him, and after a second, they both looked away at the same time.

The last person was also wearing the uniform purple sun scarf of Chongxu Temple, but he was dressed in a purple Taoist robe. He looked like a middle-aged man, but he had a long black beard on his chin, as if he had not taken care of it for a long time.

This person is probably Qing Jingzi's senior brother, Qing Yuanzi, who is also regarded by Lin Wenruo as a mediocre horse and someone he wants to deal with personally.

Suddenly, Zhao Rong caught a glimpse of a familiar figure behind the three leading men on the opposite side.

It was the lonely Taoist nun that day.

All the Taoists in Chongxu Temple present were of Qian Dao, and she was the only Kun Daoist. Dressed in noble purple clothes, it was hard for her not to attract attention.

Zhao Rong saw that her eyes only looked at him for a few seconds and then stayed on Lin Wenruo beside him, and he understood something.

So she was the Lan Yuqing... Strange, why did she look at me as if she wanted to eat me just now, could it be that she recognized me?

I was wearing a servant's uniform that day, and there was some dust on my face. It was very different from my current outfit, so it shouldn't be easy to recognize me... Never mind, even if she recognizes me.

Zhao Rong thought indifferently, then turned his head to glance at Lin Wenruo beside him, only to see that he had no reaction and did not look at Lan Yuqing.

Zhao Rong followed Lin Wenruo's footsteps and walked towards the left side of the preaching platform, which was their location.

The Sutra Preaching Platform is an ancient platform located on the top of a protruding peak. The building is full of ancient charm and seems to be very old. Zhao Rong suddenly remembered the Louguan Taoist sect that Gui mentioned, which was once the owner of this place.

There is a platform in the center of the Sutra-Preaching Platform, which is the highest in the venue. One needs to climb up the stairs. At this moment, the platform is quite empty. In the center is a low mahogany table with an incense burner on it and a black cushion on the east and west sides of the table.

The three talks were conducted one after another, and only the two parties in each talk could go on stage, while everyone else had to wait in the audience.

There were stepped seats on all sides of the platform, from which one could clearly see the two parties in the conversation on the platform. At this moment, these seats were already filled with spectators.

Zhao Rong looked around and estimated that there were no less than two thousand spectators at the scene.

The guests who were invited to watch the event were all monks from the mountains of Zhongnan Kingdom, well-known hermits, celebrities, dignitaries of high status, and even people from outside Zhongnan Kingdom. However, their number was not large. After all, the Sikou Mansion was still blocking the mountain traffic in Wangquezhou, so the spread of information was very slow.

Otherwise, with such a grand event, there would be more people coming to the mountain to join in the fun.

At this time, both Chongxu Temple and Lanxi Lin family had entered the scene.

Thousands of people gathered at the ancient platform, but it was not noisy, but rather quite quiet. Only a very few people were talking in low voices, and most people were quietly waiting for the conversation to begin at four o'clock in the morning.

A bell rang, and it was already three quarters past the hour.

A group of guards suddenly rushed into the entrance of the venue, and a middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe walked into the venue surrounded by a group of eunuchs.

Lin Wenruo stood up and went to greet the King of Zhongnan, and Qingjingzi opposite him did the same.

The king smiled gently, holding the hands of Lin Wenruo and Qingjingzi who were standing on his left and right respectively, and said something, trying to bring the two hands closer together, but unfortunately he failed. Lin Wenruo and Qingjingzi both shook their heads and did not look at each other. The king sighed with a regretful expression.

Zhao Rong, who was watching this scene, couldn't help but smile. If he hadn't heard Lin Wenruo tell him the inside story of the birth of the Confucianism-Taoism debate, he might have really been deceived by this monarch. It seems that the emperor is born to be an actor...

"Zhao Rong."

Zhao Rong felt the corner of his clothes being tugged, but he did not turn his head. Instead, he continued to look over there at Lin Wenruo.

Because he knew who it was.

"Zhao Rong, Zhao Rong..." Her voice was soft to begin with, and carried some of the lightness and tenderness of the Qiantangshan dialect. At this moment, her slightly coquettish and flattering tone seemed even softer and more graceful.

"What is it?"

"Are you still angry?"

"I'm not angry." Zhao Rong said unhappily.

"You still say no, you don't even look at Xiaoxiao..."

Zhao Rong, who was watching the situation over there, quickly turned his head to look at the little fox demon who was hiding behind him and holding the corner of his clothes, then he immediately turned his head back and continued to look over there, "Okay, I've seen it, I'm not angry, don't say anything."

Su Xiaoxiao, dressed in pink, bit her lip.

There were a lot of people around today, and she was a little scared. She looked around and then shrank closer to Zhao Rong, who had promised to be her good friend. She lowered her head and her expression could not be seen clearly, but she changed from holding his clothes with one hand to holding it with both hands.

She wanted to say sorry, but she stubbornly felt that she had done nothing wrong.

She was holding the two little hands on the corners of the man's clothes in front of her, clenching them tightly. When she was sewing the "chest-revealing" double-breasted open shirt, the tip of her left index finger was aching slightly where it had been pricked three times in a row.

"Zhao Rong, don't be angry. I'll make you something better later... Don't be angry. Don't let it affect your mood. You'll have to go on stage and argue with others later. Zhao Rong, come on! You can beat him..."

Zhao Rong was stunned, then his lips curled slightly, silly girl, this is not a quarrel... but it's almost the same.

In this way, the anger in the morning was gone.

Just as Zhao Rong was about to turn around to look at Su Xiaoxiao, another scream suddenly exploded in his mind.

"It's the furnace core, it's the furnace core, I can see the furnace core!"

Zhao Rong took a deep breath and said, "Alright, alright, stop screaming. You almost scared me to death. It was the same thing last time..."

"It's the furnace core, right there!"

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, "I know. Don't worry about it for now. I want to talk to you. Don't be so startled in the future. If you continue like this, I think I will become the first sword master to be scared to death by his own sword spirit."

"Okay, okay, I promise you, I won't shout anymore... unless I can't help it... Okay, quickly get the furnace core."

Zhao Rong let out a breath.

"Where is the hearth?"