Chapter 413 Defence

On the first day of the first day of the New Year, Zi Lan left the door early, and did not ride a horse or a car, but mingled among the crowds heading to Baiye Temple and walked to the venue for the debate on Taoism. Behind her, Mo Han, Zheng Yan, Awan, Xiao Xuaner and Cong Rong, everyone looked expectant.

On the way, everyone saw the lord of Master Posno'an, which was placed on an elephant. In addition, the staff were accompanied by the crowd and threw incense flowers, which made the onlookers sigh that the Persian wizard had such a big show.

"If you lose such a big show, it will be bad." A sudden sentence seemed like a stone fell into the sea among the bustling crowd, and did not cause any trouble.

However, Fang Zilan heard it in his ears and looked at the owner of the voice. It was Zhuge Yu.

"Sister Lan, okay." Zhuge Yu met Fang Zilan's gaze, nodded from a distance, said hello, and then disappeared into the crowd with his servants.

"Mr. Zhuge is quite confident about Master Yuan." Xiao Xuan'er sighed, and Fang Zilan's expression became a little serious, "I don't think so."

With her understanding of Zhuge Yu, she has always been planning and then acting, and she will do things quietly, rather than making harsh words. This is abnormal, I am afraid that my heart may not be stable.

Speaking of which, Li Shengxuan is really stable. Since Master Leyuan agreed to discuss the Tao and debate, he responded positively, and ordered the Ministry of Revenue to get the money and arranged the Ministry of Rites to help with the entertainment arrangements. His posture was very high, as if he was not worried that Master Leyuan would lose.

Thinking of this, Fang Zilan stood in the crowd and looked at the Golden Holy Driving. Now Li Shengxuan is visiting Baiye Temple in person. As the face of Master Leyuan, as the national temple, he must be able to hold on, so he can only win but not lose.

As everyone exclaimed, Fang Zilan turned around and looked over. He saw an old monk with white eyebrows and beards walking towards him with a Zen stick. His treasure was solemn and his indescribable tranquility and peace. He was Master Lan Deng from Zhongling Temple.

"Master Randeng is a real monk who has attained enlightenment. All demons and monsters must appear in front of him!"

"It's real, how can you describe a master like this?"

"Hey, don't say it. The last time Master Randeng entered the capital was when Emperor Tai'an ascended the throne. He heard that he came for the great eternal lamp in the palace. He has been in Zhongling Temple since then, and has not come out of the mountain for many years."

"It is said that the abbot in front of Baiye Temple has never invited Master Randeng. Now it is strange that he actually came to Beijing for a young monk like Master Yuan."

"What's so strange? You haven't seen even the Persian wizard come."

...

Everyone was talking nonsense, Fang Zilan heard it in his ears and couldn't help but frown.

She had never heard Master Yuan give a lecture, let alone debate the Tao, so she didn't know how he got the name of the Taoist monk.

But after Mo Han reminded her, she guessed that Master Yuan’s successor to the abbot of Baiye Temple was inseparable from Li Shengxuan’s position. Once he was infected with power and became a bargaining chip to play people’s hearts, it is hard to say how much the four words “Awakening the Taoist monks are.”

"It's all ignorant young people, and I have never seen the world..." A sigh came to Fang Zilan's ears through the crowd, which made her excited--the sound was full of breath, and the speaker was a master.

So she turned around and walked out against the crowd. Seeing this, Zheng Yan told others not to walk around, so as not to get hurt by crowding, trampling, and then hurriedly followed.

Fang Zilan walked outside the crowd and saw an old man sitting beneath a big tree. His face was covered by messy white hair. The remaining half was hidden under the shade of the tree, and the shadows were hard to see clearly. He was dressed in a torn dress, and the bamboo pole next to his hand also cracked a crack. He obviously looked like a beggar and had no master's temperament.

However, Fang Zilan still walked respectfully to the old man, squatted down and said politely: "Old man, what do you mean by what you just said?"

The old man narrowed his eyes, and a gleam flashed through his eyes, "Oh, you little girl are a little interesting, you can even listen to my bad old man."

"The old man is too proud." Fang Zilan waved his hand, "I would like to give you advice."

"That's when Emperor Ning Shun was in power." The old man raised his face, his white hair spread a little, revealing his clear eyes, looking at the lush green on his head, as if he was trapped in memories.

The debate on Taoism among the crowd has already begun, but Fang Zilan seemed to not care, but just looked at the old man in front of him with a steady attitude - his eyes were not as turbid as an old man in the evening, but as clear as a young man.

Intuition told her that this old man was extraordinary and he must know something.

"The second young master Zhuge back then was really amazing. Not only was his calligraphy first-class, but his eloquence was also excellent. He had never lost in his discussion on Taoism and defense." The old man said lightly and seemed to have a light in his eyes. "Even Mr. Su Heng praised him, and there was also Master Yimian. After talking to him, he once said that if this son converted, there would be someone who succeeded in Zen Buddhism, and the name of Baiye Temple is worthy of his defeat."

"What?" A shock flashed across Fang Zilan's face, "Old man, who is Master Yimian?"

"The former abbot of Baiye Temple, his master." The old man said as he looked at the noisy crowd. Fang Zilan followed his gaze and saw Master Leyuan standing in the center at a glance.

The white robe is clean and spotless. The red robe looks like fire, which makes his eyebrows and eyes become more delicate, but there is no enchanting fireworks, but instead exudes an inexplicable solemnity.

"The iron-blooded man who fought on the battlefield has always had today and no tomorrow. If he saw through life and death in the world, who else could match him?" The old man snorted coldly, his voice became cold and faint. "Are those old monks who only sit empty-handed at wooden sculptures and clay sculptures all day long, can they be called great monks by chanting scriptures at an age? It's so ridiculous."

"Old man..." Fang Zilan was interrupted by the old man as soon as she opened her mouth. "How could a compassionate heart and a thought of pity for the world have fallen to this point today? If Master Yimian saw it, would he regret slaughtering him?"

"Old man, you said that Master Yuan is amazing and talented, not a person who is famous for his reputation." Fang Zilan said firmly: "Since that's the case, no matter how far he goes, I believe he can break out."

"Good girl..." The old man suddenly turned red, "I... I just feel sorry, why would such a good person suffer so much? Girl, look at it carefully. Today's scenery will be remembered for generations in the future."

Fang Zilan stood up and looked back. Master Lu Yuan was like a rising sun, chatting and laughing calmly, but...

When everyone saw the words on the paper, they were whispering. The words that were just plain and simple are indeed much inferior to other monks. Although the way of debate does not win by words, such words...

"You see Master Yuan's hand!" Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted. Fang Zilan's lips were pursed into a straight line, and she watched Master Yuan roll up his sleeves for the convenience of writing, revealing the hideous scars on his arms.

The old man looked at Master Yuan’s calm expression and murmured: “Have you let go of it all?”

Fang Zilan stood outside the crowd and heard the argument clearly. From the Buddha cutting flesh and feeding the eagle to picking flowers and smiling, Master Leyuan talked with each word, every word was the Master Randeng who rarely spoke, and his face was full of praise and relief.

Seeing that the debate on Taoism was coming to an end, she turned to look under the tree. The old man left at some point, but he kept chanting words like murmurs, but they kept lingering in her ears and never left for a long time.

The old man said he deserves it.

The beautiful young man who was once amazing and a graceful monk who is now arguing about Taoism and defense. No matter what he looks like, he deserves to be remembered.

Li Shengxuan: For some reason, I suddenly remembered Zhuge Erlang, who was so angry that he was the best in the capital. Ajun, would you miss it?
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