Ma Yunqiao was startled and quickly retreated, looking at Yuwen Zhouyuan blankly.
"Ma Yunqiao, please stand aside for now. There are guests coming!" Yuwen Zhouyuan took a sip of the wine in his hand and said calmly.
Ma Yunqiao's expression changed slightly, and he quickly stood next to Yuwen Zhouyuan, looking at the door of the store, his eyes flashing.
Not long after, I heard the sound of slight footsteps coming slowly from outside, and then, a monk with a big nose walked in from outside the shop. Behind him, followed the little Taoist priest who was let go by Yuwen Zhouyuan during the day.
A look of horror suddenly appeared in Ma Yunqiao's eyes. He recognized at a glance that the big-nosed monk was the one who had forced His Royal Highness to dare not step out of the palace. Huge waves immediately arose in his heart, but he looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Finally, he abruptly stopped his subconscious desire to retreat and remained silent.
As soon as the little Taoist priest entered the shop, he immediately laughed ferociously and shouted: "Master, that's him! It's him who injured the disciple!" The little Taoist priest pointed at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and when he turned around, he was surprised to find that his master didn't even look at this.
Instead, his eyes fell on the portrait hanging indoors.
Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't speak, he just drank wine leisurely, glanced at the two of them, and then looked back.
The big-nosed monk looked at the pictures very carefully. Suddenly his eyes focused on two portraits. These two portraits were of a middle-aged scribe and a thirty-year-old beauty from the Qingshui Sect.
woman!
The big-nosed monk looked at it for a long time, smiled slightly as if he didn't regard himself as an outsider, dropped his sleeves, and sat opposite Yuwen Zhouyuan.
"Fellow Taoist, how about I have a drink?" The big-nosed monk gently took out a cup from his storage bag.
Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at this person, threw the wine bottle forward in his hand, and after being caught by the big-nosed monk, filled a glass. After drinking it in one gulp, his eyes showed a strange light, and he praised: "Good wine, good
smell!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan chuckled and said, "Since you like it, I'll give you the remaining half of the pot!"
The big-nosed monk laughed and did not refuse. He poured another glass. After drinking it, he tasted it for a long time and sighed quietly: "My Taoist friend's realm is a step higher than mine. He has entered the mortal realm through the mortal realm. I admire you!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan turned his right hand, and another wine bottle appeared in his hand. He took a sip and said: "Fellow Taoist enters the world as a disciple, and understands the way of heaven as a teacher and father. He has the same effect as me, so why should you envy others."
The big-nosed monk looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan with strange eyes, nodded and said: "It seems that I am not wrong. After listening to my disciple's words today, I have already guessed that there is someone in Kyoto who is at the same level as me. I am ready to
The person who is promoted to the True King."
Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled and said nothing.
"Fellow Taoist, how about we compare ourselves and see who can enter the realm of the ethereal True Lord first?" The big-nosed monk looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan and said with a smile.
Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at the big-nosed monk with a smile but not a smile, and said: "With the heart of comparison, I am afraid that Yuwen will never be a true king again in this life. Fellow Taoist, your words are very harmful."
The big-nosed monk laughed, flicked his sleeves, clasped his fists and said, "I didn't expect to meet such a Taoist friend in Kyoto, okay! I'm Zheng Shaoyou, what do you call me?"
"Yuwen Zhouyuan!" He picked up the wine bottle and took a sip.
"Fellow Taoist Yuwen, within a hundred years, you will definitely become a true king. I would like to congratulate you today, Zheng!" Zheng Shaoyou, the big-nosed monk, said with a smile.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes were calm and he said lightly: "Zheng Daoyou said it too early. From Yu Wen's point of view, whether Zheng Daoyou can become a true king within a hundred years is still open to question, but your disciple will definitely die within a hundred years."
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Zheng Shaoyou's eyes flashed and he remained silent.
The little Taoist priest wanted to glare, but when he saw that the master seemed to be quite familiar with this person, he couldn't help suppressing his anger and snorted, secretly thinking that this man really didn't know how to praise, and he had never seen the master be so kind to others.
He spoke to me, but not only did this person not appreciate it, he actually said evil words!
Even Ma Yunqiao felt that Yuwen Zhouyuan's words were a bit hurtful, and he couldn't help but be extremely cautious, for fear that the big-nosed monk would be angry.
But what surprised him was that after the big-nosed monk was silent for a while, instead of getting angry, he smiled bitterly.
In fact, with the little Taoist's cultivation level, it is natural that he cannot see the dispute between the big-nosed monk and Yuwen Zhouyuan. As for Ma Yunqiao, he is just a mortal, and he cannot feel the sinister meaning.
Although the big-nosed monk had a gentle face since he entered Chen Yuantang, he always had evil intentions, and every word he spoke contained hidden mysteries.
The big-nosed monk initially prepared to arouse Yuwen Zhouyuan's desire for comparison. If it really succeeded, then Yuwen Zhouyuan would not be attracted by him in the future. If he wants to be the true king, he must first enter the mortal world. This is to comprehend the way of heaven.
It is important to have a peaceful mind. Once you have a mind of comparison, then Yuwen Zhouyuan will most likely have a mental block in this life and will definitely not be able to become a true king.
Even if he finally gets rid of his mental blockage, it will take many years. This shows the sinister intentions of the big-nosed monk.
Although he was exposed by Yuwen Zhouyuan, this person was still unwilling to accept it. Instead, he continued to say a hundred years in the name of congratulations. This was another ill-intentioned statement.
This was also said by Wei Nanfeng, the envoy from Mount Taihuang back then, but because his cultivation level was quite high and Yu Wen Zhouyuan had not reached the current state, it was harmless and could actually serve as a hint and strengthen confidence.
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But now, these words came out of the mouth of the big-nosed monk. Although the words were the same, the meaning was completely different.
If Yuwen Zhouyuan really listens to his heart, as time goes by within a hundred years, once he cannot become a true king, then there will never be a chance in this life, unless he can once again achieve enlightenment and get rid of this hundred-year evil curse.
In view of the other party's repeated malicious words, Yuwen Zhouyuan finally began to fight back!
Yuwen Zhouyuan first said that whether the other party can be a true king within a hundred years or not, he used his method, slightly modified it, and then applied it to the other party. It has the same effect as the other party's words of being a true king within a hundred years.
But this is not the focus of Yuwen Zhouyuan's counterattack. His last sentence is the real counterattack!
Within a hundred years, the little Taoist priest will die! These words have pointed out the key point between the big-nosed monk and the little Taoist priest, who are both teachers and fathers.
Zheng Shaoyou, the big-nosed monk, entered the mortal world by understanding the relationship between master and disciple, moving his thoughts with his thoughts, accepting his disciples with his thoughts, raising his children with his feelings, giving favors with kindness, becoming loved with his heart, and entering the spirit with his compassion. Every move he makes
, all in order to devote myself wholeheartedly to this master-disciple relationship.
When Big Nose finally realized his artistic conception and was about to reach the level of the true king, it was the day he took action to kill his disciples. He personally killed the disciples who he had invested all his heart and soul in, so that the sorrow in his heart finally reached.
The final step to ecstasy with sorrow!
It seems to be sentimental, but in fact it is ruthless, but within this ruthlessness, there is deep emotion and nature. This kind of entering the mortal state is definitely not something that ordinary people can understand, at least Yuwen Zhouyuan cannot do it.
Therefore, Yuwen Zhouyuan's last words can become a real counterattack. The disciples will undoubtedly die within a hundred years. First, they paradoxically sealed the hundred-year covenant, and then used it to outline the true ruthlessness in the heart of the big-nosed monk and the sorrow of the future.
Thoughts, at the same time, left a vague trace in the heart of the little Taoist priest.
Zheng Shaoyou, the big-nosed monk, smiled bitterly. He took a deep look at Yuwen Zhouyuan, stood up suddenly, clasped his fists slightly, pondered for a while, looked at Ma Yunqiao, and said: "Tell your highness to get the lost key within three days."
Send it to the Taoist Temple, I won't pursue this matter any further!" With that said, he looked deeply at Yuwen Zhouyuan again, turned around and left.
The little Taoist priest was completely stunned and hurriedly followed. He always felt that what happened today was a bit strange. The master was quite abnormal and did not avenge himself as before.
At the same time, Yu Wen Zhouyuan's words couldn't help but come to his mind. He would die within a hundred years. As he thought about it, he couldn't help but shiver. When he looked up, he found his master looking at him with gentle eyes.
, my heart suddenly felt warm.
"Decai, don't think so much, why are you putting away the candied haws and why aren't you eating it?" the big-nosed monk said softly with kindness in his voice.
The little Taoist priest's eyes were slightly red and he whispered: "I plan to keep it forever."
The big-nosed monk smiled slightly, touched the little Taoist priest's head, smiled and took him slowly out of the street.
Although the big-nosed man was smiling, his heart became gloomy. His consciousness took a deep look at Chenyuantang where Yuwen Zhouyuan was, and he already regarded Yuwen Zhouyuan as his biggest competitor in his life.
Yuwen Zhouyuan sat in Chen Yuantang, lost in thought. After a long time, he smiled dumbly and stopped thinking about it, so as not to affect his final state of entering the mortal realm.
Ma Yunqiao was completely stunned at this time. He only thought that Yuwen Zhouyuan was an expert before. Otherwise, how could he save the world and save people, and paint such vivid pictures, especially the pictures that made the two immortals in the palace look like this?
shock.
Ma Yunqiao observed carefully afterwards and found that not only had there been no changes in Yuwen Zhouyuan's shop, but the two immortals had restrained themselves and never talked about the Chen Yuantang painting.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince even asked him to pay a visit during the holidays, which has remained unchanged for more than ten years. That's why he thought of looking for Yuwen Zhouyuan to save his life when a disaster was approaching.
But Ma Yunqiao never expected that Yuwen Zhouyuan was so powerful that the prince who was forcing him did not dare to come forward. He forced all the immortals to retreat and forced His Highness the Crown Prince to hide in the palace. The big-nosed immortal master gave up the pursuit in a few words.
kill.
You must know that many days ago, His Highness the Crown Prince dreamed of handing over the lost key in order to save his life.
After Ma Yunqiao left, Yuwen Zhouyuan's life calmed down again, as if the past had passed away like a passing cloud and would never come back.
Yuwen Zhouyuan still got up early every day, opened the door of Chenyuantang, and waited for Xiaohu's child to bring rosehip wine. While drinking, he tried to draw the monk in the time-flowing artistic conception. He had spent many years in this kind of life, and gradually
Engraved into my bones.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was far away from the killings and himself many years ago, as if he was divided into two. There was no killing spirit in his body, but only a kind of peace and the understanding of a mortal.
Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't know what it was that he could finally understand. He was not in a hurry, but quietly realized it.