Chapter 271 Zhao Duan Enters the Divine Realm (Seeking guaranteed monthly tickets at the beginning of the month!)
Inside the bedroom, the sweet-looking Xu Junling's expression froze, and he smiled:
"How could the Imperial Sister not know?"
Xu Zhenguan looked at her with a calm expression, hinting at something, and said:
"If the emperor knew everything about the world, governing the country would be easy."
Xu Junling looked a little embarrassed and changed the subject:
"So, sister, who do you think will win this fight?"
Xu Zhenguan continued to shake his head, as if to say, "No matter how much you ask, I won't make a clear statement."
"Who can say for sure?"
The little princess was helpless.
A few years ago, when she entered the capital, she became friends with Xu Zhenguan, who was then the third emperor's daughter.
My impression at that time was that this sister was very knowledgeable and we had a very pleasant conversation.
Now that we meet again, even though we seem to be on good terms on the surface, in the end... things are different.
"My sister has some opinions."
Xu Junling could only try to use himself as bait. Seeing the empress looking over, she looked like a military advisor and analyzed:
"As the Empress of the Xu Dynasty, my sister should prioritize the interests of the court. The best thing would be to balance the power of these two families.
However, if we talk about bias, the sorcerers of the Tianshi Mansion have always minded their own business. Although the old Tianshi is powerful, he rarely interferes in the mortal world.
But Shenlong Temple is not a place of purity. Although Abbot Xuanyin is in seclusion all day long and has not set foot out of the Buddhist temple for many years, as long as the ancestral temple of Buddhism in the Western Regions is still there, the Buddhist community in my Dayu Dynasty has always wanted to compete with the Buddhist community in the Western Regions for orthodoxy.
I heard that Monk Bianji was on good terms with the powerful people in the capital, and that Buddhist temples were spread throughout the Dayu Dynasty... It's hard to say who is higher between Xuanyin and Zhang Tianshi.
But if we look at the situation below, the Shenlong Temple is prospering day by day. If they win again this time and their influence is boosted, I'm afraid it will be detrimental to the dynasty."
These words were clear and logical, and they clearly revealed the Empress's position.
Xu Zhenguan just smiled.
She looked at her cousin who was testing her madly in front of her with a doting look, and said lightly:
"I once heard Master Zhang teach that a truly powerful person only cares about themselves. I actually hope that my royal family, the Martial God lineage, can return to its former glory."
Another change of subject.
Xu Junling felt helpless, as if punching cotton, and sighed:
“You are absolutely right, my sister. However, my Xu family has only produced one genius, my sister, over the years.
Looking at the royal family, let alone competing with Buddhism and Taoism, there is no one who can gain the approval of Taizu and hold this magic sword.
Not to mention the worshippers... there is only one Zhao Duan, who has a great reputation, but he is not very good at cultivation."
Xu Zhenguan smiled and put down the chess piece:
"Really?"
She knew long ago that this cousin had tried to test Zhao Duan, but ended up getting beaten up in return.
Xu Junling asked curiously:
"Come to think of it, Zhao Duan seems to have disappeared these days. Has he not come to the palace to accompany my sister?"
Xu Zhenguan said calmly, "He's resting in the mansion for a while."
"Oh... In two days, it will be the day of the battle. Will you go to watch, sister?"
"Let's talk about it later."
The battle between Buddhism and Taoism lasted for three consecutive days.
Half an hour later, after trying a lot and finding nothing, the princess left disappointed.
The empress's slender fingers brushed across the chessboard, and the black and white pieces fell like a waterfall, returning to their respective chess boxes.
She stood up and couldn't help but think of Zhao Duan's appearance, thinking in her heart:
"I wonder if you can break through before the battle ends."
…
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Two days passed in a flash.
The much-anticipated Buddhist-Taoist battle began on the third day.
On this day, the streets of Beijing were deserted.
The Empress of Dayu, Heavenly Master Zhang Yanyi, Abbot Xuanyin...
It is extremely rare to see three powerful people in the "Heavenly Man" realm in the same frame.
Although they only watched the "opening ceremony" and then left separately without staying at the place where the fight took place, it still caused countless people to talk about it.
This shows how grand the tradition of fighting is.
Although the Empress and the other two left, a group of powerful people from the Tianshi Mansion and the Shenlong Temple remained at the scene.
The high-ranking officials of the court even put aside their official duties and stayed to watch on behalf of the court.
The momentum is so great that it is difficult to describe.
That night, the first day ended, and the lights in the city were still on until midnight.
However, among the officials who were supposed to be present, Zhao Duan was missing.
On the second day, the three people in the Heavenly Realm did not appear again, and there were fewer people watching the excitement, but it was still crowded.
Zhao Duan still hasn't appeared.
In a blink of an eye, it was the third day, which was also the day of the decisive battle.
Perhaps to suit the occasion, there was another autumn rain last night. It stopped at dawn, but the sky was still gloomy.
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Early morning, Zhao Mansion.
The old steward, wrapped in a windproof coat, called two servants and walked towards the study.
As a rule, at this time every day, he would go to bring breakfast to Dalang, bring in new drawing paper, and move out the mountains of paintings in the house.
But today is different.
"Da Lang?"
When the old steward arrived at the door of the study, he was suddenly stunned because he found that the door was ajar.
Rather than tightly closed.
He carefully pushed the door open and opened his eyes wide, only to see that the study, which should have been a mess with nowhere to step, was actually clean.
Everything is arranged neatly.
Zhao Duan, who was originally disheveled, had somehow finished washing and dressing up and regained his handsome appearance. He was standing in front of the desk, cleaning the inkstone.
"Uncle Zhao, you're here."
When Zhao Duan heard the voice, he turned his head and smiled peacefully.
The old steward was stunned.
For some reason, at this moment, he always felt that the young master in front of him was different.
"You...you are..." he stammered.
"Oh," Zhao Duan smiled, "My retreat is over. I woke up a little early, so I cleaned up first."
"It's... It's over..."
The old steward was old and his reaction was a little slow. He said subconsciously:
"That new paper for painting..."
Zhao Duan shook his head and said, "No need, put it back."
Then, as if he remembered something, he asked casually:
"Are my aunt and the others home? Or are they out watching the magic show? If I'm not mistaken, today is the last day."
The old steward answered subconsciously:
"It is indeed the last day. Madam and Miss are worried about Dalang, so they haven't visited him yet."
"Is that so?" Zhao Duan dragged out the words, his lips curled up, revealing a bright smile:
"Then go get the car, call Auntie and Pan'er, and go see it together. It's a bustling event that only comes once in years. Wouldn't it be a shame to miss it?"
The old steward suddenly woke up.
Nodding repeatedly, he excitedly ran off to tell the "mistress" the good news, accompanied by joyful shouts of "The young master is out!"
——Da Lang, who had been crazy for half a month, finally returned to normal!
Zhao Duan looked at the old steward who ran away and the entire Zhao family who was alarmed by him with a helpless smile.
shook his head.
Zhao Duan walked out of the study and stood beside the corridor pillar.
The slightly chilly autumn air was blowing in my face. Last night there was a sparse rain and strong wind, and at this moment, water drops were still rolling down the tiles above my head.
In the courtyard, most of the leaves of several ginkgo trees have fallen.
Zhao Duan was silent for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.
A drop of water rolled down from the eaves, rippled, and floated out of the corridor, attracting the surrounding raindrops to gather into a string.
far away.
A wet, golden ginkgo leaf swirled down from the branch, lifted up by the string of raindrops, bounced several times in the air, and somehow landed in Zhao Duan's palm.
Mysterious and wonderful, beyond words.
After traveling for several months, Zhao Duan entered the realm of God today.
(End of this chapter)
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