Luoyang City, suburbs.

Hundreds of Taoist boys are now teenagers. They have been practicing diligently with Yang Lin for so many years regardless of the weather or the weather. In addition, the food in Zhaodefang is good, so they all grow very tall and full of energy.

In the Yanqing Temple, in order to have Yang Lin as the honorary headmaster, they searched all over the ground to collect all the beautiful little Taoist boys from Bianliang and gave them to him to show off. Yang Lin took them to the streets several times. It was really Bianliang.

Liang Yijing.

Yang Lin watched them coming from the outskirts of the city. The leader was still Taoist Mei from Yanqing Temple. Although he was in his sixties, he was energetic, with fair hair and a childish face, and looked like an immortal master. After meeting Yang Lin, he saluted and said: "Master

uncle."

"Xiaomei, it's hard for you to go there in person at such an old age. It's been a hard journey."

Taoist Mei smiled and said: "Uncle Master called me, how could I not come?"

Yang Lin got straight to the point and mentioned the idea of ​​promoting Taoism with a smile. Taoist Mei was not as reclusive as Shangqing Palace.

After all, Yanqing Temple is a Taoist temple in Bianliang, Tokyo, and it has seen a lot of secular affairs. How could it not know the importance of status?

He happily accepted this task and declared: "Uncle Master, by facilitating this matter, he has done immeasurable merit to our Taoist sect."

Yang Lin smiled from the bottom of his heart. He was just trying to standardize religion and prevent the spread of cults among the people. It would be better to find a better sect to take the lead and complement the government.

Taking these people into the imperial envoy's residence, the hundred or so little Taoist boys had not seen Yang Lin for a long time. None of them had been out of Bianliang very often, but they all pretended to be calm. No one looked around, and they all looked indifferent.

Looks like a little Taoist priest.

Next door to the camp, Huang Yuanwai saw such a battle. He was happier than the imperial envoy living in his own courtyard. He kept clapping his hands and saying: "Such a grand event is the light of Taoism."

Huang Xuanzhi on the side was wearing a crimson fringed skirt and a simple flowing bun, which made her look even more delicate and handsome. For a girl of this age, her skin is so tender that her fleshless skin can make white waves ripple with every slap, and she is so radiant.

charming.

She stood on tiptoes, looking for her "cousin" in the crowd, and asked in confusion: "Dad, why are you so happy about the light of the Taoist sect? You are not a Taoist priest."

He had long known that the lover from home was not his cousin, but the imperial envoy who lived next door.

Huang Xuanzhi immediately felt uncomfortable, worrying about gains and losses, fearing that Yang Lin would abandon her.

It wasn't until Yang Lin came in over the wall at night, played with her all night long, and said some sweet words that the little girl felt relieved.

Now that Yang Lin's figure was found, he was chatting and laughing there. People around him were surrounding him, like stars holding the moon. Huang Xuanzhi's little face was full of satisfaction.

Huang Yuanwai was still amazed and didn't notice anything strange about his daughter. After a while, the group of people entered the cabin, and he reluctantly returned home.

After Yang Lin sat down, he smiled and said: "Xiaomei, is everything going well at home while I'm away from Bianliang?"

Taoist Mei secretly thought, you have only been away for a few days, and your arrangements before departure were perfect. What could happen?

"Uncle, please rest assured, everything is fine in the house."

"I've always had a bit of excess energy recently, and I feel like I can't exert all my energy. What's going on?"

Taoist Mei chuckled and said: "Congratulations, Uncle Master, this is the completion of Baduanjin. From now on, you can learn the Taoist method of breathing and absorbing internal energy."

When Yang Lin heard this, he was overjoyed. It seemed that studying hard was indeed beneficial.

There are so many Taoists, and I have personally seen many of them who are still nimble in their eighties.

There was nothing unique about this, and he didn't believe it himself. He first sent Lu Qian to arrange for a group of people to stay outside, and then said: "Xiaomei, let's go to the Shangqing Palace, starting from Luoyang.

Build a Taoist temple in the downtown area of ​​the city. At each nearby Taoist temple, someone must be sent to guard it every month."

People who practice Taoism like to go into the mountains and stay away from the world, which is not close to the people.

If you want people to believe you, you have to go deep into the masses.

Taoist Mei nodded repeatedly. It was obvious that with Uncle Master's handiwork, it was probably more than just Luoyang City. This move would definitely be extended to various state capitals.

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Jin Kingdom, Huining Mansion.

The school grounds were still covered in ice and snow, and Jurchen nobles gathered together to drink together.

Their bodies are no longer wrapped in layers of animal skins, but are instead made of luxurious brocade and silk. Their bodies are covered with gold and silver, which is very dazzling.

On the school field, soldiers fighting against each other were fighting and practicing, and shouts and curses could be heard from time to time.

The thick man at the top was clean, for the cold weather, and his chest was slightly open, revealing a bunch of thick chest hair.

There is a scar on his face, which was shot by Song people when he was surrounded in Tianning Mountain.

This person was Wanyan Zongwang, the second son of Wanyan Aguda, who was called the second prince by the Jin people.

Zong Wang looked ugly. The maid who was responsible for pouring him wine accidentally spilled the wine outside because of the cold weather. Zong Wang immediately became angry.

The maid was so cold that her hands were shaking, so she quickly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Zong Wang picked up the riding crop next to him and whipped it wildly, causing blood and flesh to fly. After a while, the maid died.

Two big men pinched her waist and dragged her away. The room was suddenly filled with the smell of blood, but those present didn't care.

"Zong Wang, I know why you are so angry. Is it because the old emperor wants to give the position of crown prince to Wanyan Zongpan? That's why you are like this, right?"

Wanyan Zongpan was Wanyan Wu's eldest son, and Aguda wanted to give the throne to his younger brother's son, which none of these people expected.

Yang Pu wrote several letters and vigorously opposed it, and there was widespread opposition from both the DPRK and China.

Even Wanyan Zongpan himself went to the palace several times to cry and complain that he did not want to usurp his brother's position as crown prince.

But Aguda never let go. No one thought that the old emperor, who had been ruthless all his life, had such deep feelings for his younger brother.

It's just that when he did this, it was a bit of a slap in the face. The princes who were originally fighting openly and secretly put aside their respective grievances.

Even sworn enemies like Wanyan Zongwang and Wanyan Zongbi began to interact with each other. At one time, some people suspected that this was a deliberate move by the old emperor in order to unite his sons who were scattered like sand.

"My father is confused. This country was conquered by our brothers. If we don't say a word to the second uncle, the second uncle is a rare good man. Among our Jurchens, he is also one of the best warriors. But that boy Zong Pan

What did you do?”

Wanyan Gao, who was below him, sneered and said, "Zong Wang, why are you bothering? Even if we don't create another crown prince, it won't be your turn. In terms of age, your eldest brother Zong Gan is your eldest brother, and in terms of status, Zong Jun is the legitimate son."

"Fart, we Jurchens, when will we follow these bullshit Nanman rules? If we have the ability to fight, we won't fight anymore if we die."

"Zong Wang, if you want to seize power and make the old emperor value you, there is only one way, which is to conquer the south. The old emperor has never been defeated in his life, but he has lost two battles in a row at the hands of the Song Dynasty. If you can wash away his shame, the prince

Is it still possible to run away from the position?"

When Zong Wang heard this, he nodded and said, "This seems like a human saying."

"Now Huining Mansion is full of rubbish. Only Zong Han, who guards Zhongjing Mansion, has many capable sons. Zong Han has always wanted to conquer the south, but he has no chance. I will send someone to contact him and work together.
Chapter completed!