Chapter 370 The Wise
In Shuntian Prefecture, the mottled walls of the ancient temple exude the breath of time, and the stone slabs are covered with moss, deep and lonely, and a sense of Zen spreads in the temple.
As the distant and refreshing bell rang, Lin Qingsheng, who was standing in the temple, couldn't help but feel refreshed, as if he wanted to let go of everything and escape from the mundane world.
But the next moment, he realized that something seemed to be wrong.
"That bell sound just now?" Lin Qingsheng asked. He instinctively felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the bell sound.
Daoyi, who was wearing a heavy Taoist robe, shook his head gently: "If ordinary people hear this bell sound too much, they will want to become a monk."
"Why is it so?" Lin Qingsheng frowned. The distant bell sound was really weird. Why would the national master leave such a bell in the temple?
Is it to convert people into Buddhist disciples?
However, there were not many disciples in the temple. There were only a few young monks who originally served the imperial master.
"In order to... suppress the murderous intent in the Imperial Master's heart."
Daoyi explained slowly: "The national teacher has a strong murderous nature. If it is not suppressed, it will be a very troublesome thing. Therefore, he always stays with the green lamp and ancient Buddha, and uses the formation to suppress his murderous nature."
"Why is the Imperial Master so bold and murderous?" Lin Qingsheng asked with a frown.
Daoyi explained: "Some people are born different from ordinary people. There is an old saying that goes, God has given them a killing appearance and a thousand killing precepts. The national master is like this. He was born with destiny and is different from birth."
"Since ancient times, people like this have been considered great powers. They are born with visions. If they step into the world of cultivation, they will soon become great figures there. This is the case with the National Master."
Lin Qingsheng understood a little this time. This was a God-given killing aura, a symbol of supreme aptitude. However, this kind of innate thing itself came with great drawbacks.
Lin Qingsheng also understood why the Black Shadow Prime Minister was called the most bloodthirsty monk.
"Is it a blessing or a curse to be born with a murderous look?"
Lin Qingsheng murmured to himself, while Daoyi, who was standing beside him, did not say anything. He just closed his eyes and waited.
I don't know how long it had been, but in the ancient temple, the bell rang again, and this time the bell seemed to be more urgent than before.
Lin Qingsheng looked at the ancient bronze bell on the hill from afar, only to see that there was no one ringing the bell, but the bell rang by itself.
"This is?"
The tall Daoyi slowly opened his eyes, turned around and looked behind him.
"The Imperial Master is back!"
………
On the bluestone slab, the young monk turned the rosary in his hand, chanted scriptures, and walked step by step from the moss-covered bluestone slab into the temple.
If it weren't for the murderous aura that was as sharp as the cold wind, the monk would really look like a man who truly practiced Taoism.
In the young monk's other hand, he was dragging a huge figure, dragging it all the way into the temple.
"Amitabha!"
Yao Guangxiao walked into the temple and loosened the hand that was holding the loud noise. With a heavy sound of falling to the ground, Yao Guangxiao uttered a Buddhist name, and the Buddhist beads in his hand spun faster.
Daoyi took a big step forward and took a closer look at the ancient Egyptian god of death Anubis whose corpse was dragged in. He seemed to be making sure that Anubis was not dead. Then Daoyi turned around and said:
"Thank you for your help, Imperial Master!"
Lin Qingsheng looked at Anubis, the god of death whose life or death was unknown, and then looked at Yao Guangxiao, the black-clad imperial master who was full of murderous aura, and was stunned.
He never imagined that meeting Anubis, the god of death, would be like this.
But speaking of it, knocking someone unconscious and dragging them over is really unorthodox.
After all, he is a god. Isn't it wrong to just knock him out like that?
"You can only interrogate them in the temple and are not allowed to take them out, otherwise something bad may happen." The thin monk in a black cassock warned, the murderous aura emanating from him already as tangible as substance.
However, it seemed that it had no big impact on the black-robed monk, and his expression remained the same as usual.
But Lin Qingsheng couldn't stand it anymore.
He could feel the terrifying murderous aura piercing into his body like steel needles, and then stirring in his muscles and bones.
Even a bright blood red color appeared in his field of vision, as if a thin layer of red gauze was covering his eyes.
In a trance, he seemed to see mountains of corpses and seas of blood, piles of bones, endless flames of war, and flying bloody rain.
And among these illusions, a monk in a black robe stood quietly among them, his expression calm and indifferent, and the rosary in his hand kept turning and shaking.
Suddenly, the black-robed monk turned his head and looked at Lin Qingsheng, and uttered a Buddhist mantra:
"Amitabha!"
Just when Lin Qingsheng was falling into an illusion, the sound of Buddhist chanting woke him up.
Lin Qingsheng took several steps back before he could steady himself. He looked at the black-clad Prime Minister Yao Guangxiao in the distance with uncertainty.
The black-robed monk Yao Guangxiao glanced at Lin Qingsheng expressionlessly, then looked at Daoyi and instructed: "Watch this kid and keep him away from my meditation room."
Daoyi glanced at Lin Qingsheng after hearing this, nodded and said, "Yes!"
Upon hearing this, the black-robed monk Yao Guangxiao nodded lightly and walked straight towards the meditation room in the temple.
The only people left in the entire courtyard were Lin Qingsheng, Daoyi and the god of death Anubis, whose life or death was unknown on the ground.
"What was it just now?"
Lin Qingsheng said with some doubt.
"People with weak hearts or too low cultivation will be directly affected by the murderous aura if they get too close to the prime minister. In mild cases, they will have hallucinations, and in severe cases, they may even go crazy." Daoyi explained softly.
Upon hearing this, Lin Qingsheng subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the Zen room, and then took the initiative to distance himself from the Zen room.
Daoyi seemed to see his uneasiness, and he said to comfort him: "Don't worry, as long as you don't get too close to the prime minister's meditation room, you won't be affected."
"Moreover, in the temple, the Prime Minister's murderous aura will soon be suppressed by the array pattern he left behind. With the Prime Minister calming down, as long as you don't commit suicide on your own initiative, nothing will happen."
Lin Qingsheng nodded, realizing that he was a little too nervous. After all, here, as long as he didn't do anything stupid, nothing would happen to him with these two around.
Thinking of this, Lin Qingsheng looked at the fallen Anubis. After sizing up Anubis's body, he said, "He seems to be much smaller than what Han Peng described before."
"It's not much smaller, but it was shrunk by the Prime Minister. Otherwise, how could it enter the temple?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on the center of the brow of Anubis, the god of death. The next moment, Anubis, the god of death, suddenly opened his eyes and stood up in the air.
An extremely terrifying aura emanated from his body, as bright and majestic as that of a god.
Just as the god of death Anubis was about to take action, he suddenly felt a certain breath. He turned his head to look at the meditation room in the temple, frowned, and the breath rising from his body suddenly stopped.
There was a hint of thought in the dark green eyes of the giant jackal head. The next second, the giant jackal head asked, "Who are you?"
"The Nirvana of the Great Ming." Lin Qingsheng said as he looked at Anubis, the god of death from ancient Egypt. It was indeed a wonderful feeling to stand in front of the god and talk to him.
But for Lin Qingsheng, this feeling was much lighter, because after all, the prime minister in black had just dragged the ancient Egyptian god of death in.
It is difficult to arouse fear in people even if it is a god being dragged underground.
"I have heard of this name. The alien who invited me here was not very powerful."
The voice of Anubis, the god of death, was hoarse like a grind. His pair of dark green wolf eyes were fixed on the person in front of him, as if he wanted to see through Lin Qingsheng's soul clearly.
"No matter how strong or weak he is, he represents the Ming Dynasty. If you don't give him face, you are not giving face to the Ming Dynasty."
Lin Qingsheng's voice was firm and decisive, leaving no room for maneuver.
"So you invited me here, what do you want to do?"
Although Anubis, the god of death, was talking to Lin Qingsheng, most of his attention was on the deep Zen room, where there was a monk who was like a god of death.
It’s not like Anubis, the god of death, had not seen monks before, but this was the first time he had seen such a terrifying monk.
It was as if he was not a compassionate monk, but a devil who made a living by killing.
"We have no ill intentions, we just want to understand some things." Lin Qingsheng said softly.
No ill intentions?
Upon hearing this, the god of death Anubis subconsciously glanced at the Zen room with his deep wolf eyes. That monk almost killed me.
"Go ahead, I don't have any intention of causing any trouble." Anubis, the god of death, said.
Lin Qingsheng sneered in his heart when he heard this. After all, their first invitation to the god of death Anubis was unsuccessful. If the black-clad prime minister had not personally intervened this time, it would be hard to say whether Anubis, the god of death from ancient Egypt, would come.
"First, we want to know whether the war in the western waters was started by you?" Lin Qingsheng said.
"This was initiated by our main god, the sun god Ra. It is the will of our pantheon." The god of death Anubis nodded and said.
Lin Qingsheng frowned. Was this really launched by the ancient Egyptian gods?
So how many of them came back?
Are they all back?
In an instant, many questions flashed through Lin Qingsheng's mind.
But he continued to ask: "So what are you doing in Daming this time?"
"Waging war?"
As he spoke, Lin Qingsheng stared closely into the eyes of Anubis, the god of death in front of him, as if trying to get the answer he wanted from it.
"Wage war?"
The huge jackal head of Anubis, the god of death, shook his head and said, "We have never thought of starting a war."
"Why are you afraid of this?"
"Those powerful beings are suspended in the void, and their supreme will overlooks everything in the East. No one will start a war here. We just want to expand the kingdom of the ancient sun god."
Lin Qingsheng looked up in the direction of Anubis, the god of death, but saw nothing.
Supreme will?
Who is this referring to?
Are they those powerful beings hidden in the human world?
Lin Qingsheng couldn't help but think of the black-robed Prime Minister Yao Guangxiao. Are there still countless people like him in the world?
However, Lin Qingsheng did not ask this question. In his eyes, this question cannot be asked, otherwise the god of death Anubis in front of him will realize that those people, those powerful beings described in the story, have no close relationship with the Ming Dynasty.
"Then what are you here for?" Lin Qingsheng asked.
The god of death Anubis glanced at Lin Qingsheng and said, "I am Anubis, the god of death of ancient Egypt. I came to the East to find an ancient wise man at the order of the ancient sun god Ra."
"Ancient wise men?" Lin Qingsheng immediately grasped this word. Would the ancient sun god Ra also respect wise men?
That is already a god.
Anubis, the god of death, nodded and said:
"Yes, thousands of years ago, after the ancient Egyptian God War ended, the new ancient sun god ascended to his throne. He walked among the human world in the body of a god, spreading the glory of the kingdom of God to all places in the world. At that time, a great and terrifying wise man came from the East."
"The ancient sun god Ra had a very good relationship with him. This time, the ancient sun god Ra has come to this world again. He wants to meet his old friend, so he asked me to come here to find the wise man of that year."
Lin Qingsheng frowned when he heard this and asked, "What is the name of this wise man you are talking about?"
"I don't know his real name." Anubis, the god of death, shook his head.
"Have you seen him, then?"
The god of death Anubis shook his head again and said, "I have not seen him either. He never appears in his true form in the human world. All those who walk in the human world are incarnations."
"Then do you know his incarnation?" Lin Qingsheng asked.
The god of death Anubis nodded the huge jackal head and said, "I know him. His incarnations are usually very unique and not difficult to find. He also has an extremely famous title that once dominated the East and West."
"What title?" Lin Qingsheng suddenly felt that this description sounded familiar, giving him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Anubis, the god of death, spoke slowly: "The world calls him Mr. Know-It-All."
"Mr. Know-It-All?"
Lin Qingsheng kept repeating the name, and his expression suddenly changed. He couldn't help but raise his voice a few notches and asked, "Are you talking about Bai Xiaosheng?"
The name Bai Xiaosheng has not appeared in Lin Qingsheng's field of vision for a long time, but this does not make it fade away from Lin Qingsheng's field of vision. On the contrary, it left a very deep impression on Lin Qingsheng.
"Yes, Bai Xiaosheng. If we change it to an Eastern language, then his name would be Bai Xiaosheng."
The god of death Anubis nodded and said, "It is rumored that he knows all the secrets and answers of this world."
He really is a know-it-all!
Lin Qingsheng's expression became serious: "I know where Bai Xiaosheng is, but I have to consider whether to let you see him."
Anubis, the ancient Egyptian god of death, came here from thousands of miles away just to find Bai Xiaosheng, which made Lin Qingsheng think a lot.
What on earth is he here for?
Why look for Bai Xiaosheng?
You have to know that the know-it-all is not only a capable person who knows everything, but he is also a devil in essence, a Pandora's box that can be opened at any time.
Lin Qingsheng has been injured by him more than once, and according to Daoyi, many people who traded with him in the past also suffered misfortune.
(End of this chapter)
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