Chapter 70 The Heart of the Hearth appears in the world
Zhao Rong originally thought that he should be the most expert among the six people in the debate on Confucianism and Taoism today.
Wearing a simple Confucian shirt with rolled-up sleeves and a black and white jade medallion on his waist, he had a calm expression and a soft smile at the corner of his mouth. Well, what slightly ruined the image of the master was his handsome face, he thought, feeling a little pity.
But even so, he must be the one among the six people in the debate between Confucianism and Taoism who looks most like a master who hides his secrets.
After all, he is the most ordinary one on stage...
But since Zhao Rong and his party got off the bus at the bottom of Taibai Mountain, passed through the wide avenue that the crowded crowd made way for them, walked up the mountain on the main road, walked straight through the mountainside appearance, went straight to the top of the mountain, stepped into the sermon platform, and saw the group of rushing people.
After seeing the old man supported by the virtual Taoist priest, Zhao Rong didn't think so.
I saw the old man wearing a black Nanhua scarf and plain cloth, with a calm expression and holding a string of wooden beads in his hand. When he saw them entering, he only took a glance and looked at the scenery outside the platform.
so easy.
This appearance...
Damn, he is a master, Zhao Rong thought.
Not only does he look like him, but he can also feel that this old man in Nanhua scarf is indeed him, because... this is a tacit understanding between masters, and it cannot be wrong.
Zhao Rong said secretly.
At this time, the positions of the Lanxi Lin family and Chongxu Guan when entering the venue are very interesting.
On the Lanxi Lin family's side, Zhao Rong, Lin Wenruo and Chen Muzhi took the lead, followed by a group of Confucian scholars, Yu Linwei and mountain monks who were friends with the Lin family.
Among the three leaders, Zhao Rong was supported in the center, while the other two stood on the left and right.
The position of Zhao Rong is highlighted, which is also in line with the plan to make the enemy mistakenly think that he is a superior horse.
On the other side of Chongxu Temple, among the three people standing at the front of a large group of Taoist priests, the old man wearing a Nanhua scarf was guarded in the center.
Zhao Rong's eyes fell on the old man at first sight. Presumably everyone across the street also did the same. They were the first to look at him. However, Zhao Rong was not stage frightened and even smiled politely at the opposite person. This only made a large group of Taoist priests angry.
He glared in anger.
After all, the two sides are currently life-and-death enemies. What he did seemed to be a provocation, but Zhao Rong didn't take it seriously, because this was the effect he wanted.
It's frustrating to passively draw hatred, but it's very satisfying to actively draw hatred.
Zhao Rong looked at the other two people participating in the chat in Chongxuguan with unscrupulous eyes.
A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a purple sun scarf and luxurious and complicated yellow and purple Bagua clothes, with an elegant and graceful posture, holding a string of flowing beads in his hand.
This man's robes are gorgeous, unlike those of Taoist priests in Chongxuguan. He should be the Imperial Preceptor Qingjingzi, and the yellow and purple robes he wears should be the Imperial Preceptor robes worn by all the Zhongnan Imperial Preceptors. Zhao Rong heard Lin Wenruo say this.
As if aware of Zhao Rong's gaze, Qingjingzi looked over again. Zhao Rong looked at him, and for a second, they both looked away at the same time.
The last person also wears the purple Yang scarf that is consistent with Chongxu Guan, but he is wearing a purple Taoist robe. He looks like a middle-aged man, but he has a long black beard on his chin, which seems to have not been groomed for a long time.
This person is probably Qingjingzi's senior brother, Qingyuanzi, and he is also regarded as a middle-class horse by Lin Wenruo and must be dealt with personally.
Suddenly, Zhao Rong glanced at a familiar figure behind the leading three on the opposite side.
She was the lonely Taoist nun that day.
All the Chongxuguan Taoist priests on the field were Qian Dao, but she was the only Kun Dao. Dressed in noble purple clothes, it was difficult not to attract attention.
Zhao Rong saw that her eyes only looked at him a few times, and then stopped at Lin Wenruo next to him, and felt somewhat clear in his heart.
It turns out that she is that Lan Yuqing... It's strange, she looked at me just now as if she wanted to eat someone. Could she have recognized me?
I was wearing a uniform that day and had some dust on my face. It was very different from my current attire, so it shouldn't be easy to recognize... Forget her, just recognize her if you recognize her.
Zhao Rong thought indifferently, then turned his head and glanced at Lin Wenruo beside him, only to see that he had no reaction and did not look at Lan Yuqing.
Zhao Rong followed Lin Wenruo's footsteps and walked towards the left side of the sutra lecture platform, which was their position.
The sutra platform is an ancient platform located on the top of a protruding peak. The architecture is full of ancient charm, and it seems to be very old. Zhao Rong suddenly remembered the Louguan Taoist sect that Gui mentioned that was once the owner of this place.
In the center of the platform, there is the highest platform in the whole place. You need to climb up the stairs. At this moment, the platform is very empty. There is a low mahogany table in the center, and there is an incense burner on the table.
There is a black futon on the east and west sides of the table.
The three talks are held one after another. Only the two parties of each talk can go on stage, and everyone else is waiting in the audience.
There are stepped seats on all sides of the lectern, and you can clearly see the two parties talking on the high platform. At this time, these seats are already full of spectators.
Zhao Rong looked around and estimated that there were no less than two thousand spectators at the scene.
These guests who were invited to come and watch were all mountain monks from the Zhongnan Kingdom, well-known hermits, celebrities, dignitaries with high status, and even people from outside the Zhongnan Kingdom, but the number was not very large. After all, the Sikou Mansion was at this time
Traffic on the mountain in Wangquezhou is still blocked, so information spreads very slowly.
Otherwise, for such a grand event, there would be more people on the mountain to join in the fun.
At this time, both Chongxu Guan and Lan Xi Lin had entered the scene.
Thousands of people gathered at the ancient platform, but it was not noisy. Instead, it was quite quiet. Only a few people were talking in low voices, and most people were quietly waiting for the conversation to begin.
A bell sounded, it was already three o'clock.
A group of guards suddenly rushed into the entrance of the venue, and a middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe walked into the venue surrounded by a group of eunuchs.
Lin Wenruo stood up and went to greet King Zhongnan, as did Qingjingzi opposite.
The monarch smiled gently and held the hands of Lin Wenruo and Qingjingzi who were standing on his left and right respectively. He said something and tried to pull their hands closer, but unfortunately he failed. Lin Wenruo and Qingjingzi both shook their heads and refused to go.
Looking at the other party, the monarch sighed with regret.
Zhao Rong, who was watching this scene, couldn't help but smile. If he hadn't heard Lin Wenruo tell the inside story about the birth of Confucianism and Taoism, he might have been deceived by the monarch. It seems that the emperor is born to be an actor...
"Zhao Rong."
Zhao Rong felt the corner of his clothes being pulled, but he did not turn his head, but continued to look at Lin Wenruo.
Because he knows who it is.
"Zhao Rong, Zhao Rong..." Her voice was already soft, and it also contained some lightness and softness of the dialect from Qiantang Mountain. At this time, she was slightly coquettish, and her flattering tone became even softer and tactful.
"What's the matter?"
"Are you still angry?"
"Not angry." Zhao Rong said angrily.
"You still said no, you didn't even look at Xiaoxiao..."
Zhao Rong, who was watching the situation on the monarch's side, quickly looked back at the little fox demon who was huddled behind him, tugging at the corner of his clothes. He immediately turned his head back and continued to look over there, "Okay, I looked, I didn't.
If you are angry, stop talking."
Su Xiaoxiao, who was dressed as a young man in pink, bit her lip.
There were a lot of people today, so she was a little scared. She looked around and then shrank back to Zhao Rong, who promised to be her good friend. She lowered her little head and couldn't see his expression clearly. She just held his hand with one hand.
The corners of the clothes were changed to holding hands with each other.
She wanted to say sorry, but she stubbornly felt that she had done nothing wrong.
She held the two small hands of the man in front of her at the hem of his clothes, clenching them a little tightly. When sewing the "breast-baring" open-breasted shirt, the tip of her left index finger was stabbed three times in a row and there was a dull pain.
"Zhao Rong, don't be angry. I'll make something better for you later... Don't be angry. Don't affect your mood. You'll be on stage to quarrel later. Zhao Rong, come on! You can beat him.
of……"
Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, and then the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, silly girl, this is not a quarrel... but it's almost the same.
In this way, the anger in the morning is gone.
Zhao Rong was just about to turn his head to look at Su Xiaoxiao, when suddenly another scream exploded in his mind.
"It's the heart of the furnace, it's the heart of the furnace. I've seen the heart of the furnace!"
Zhao Rong took a deep breath and said, "Okay, okay, stop screaming. It almost scared me to death. It was like this last time..."
"It's the heart of the furnace, over there!"
Zhao Rong pursed his lips and said, "I understand, don't worry about it for now. I want to talk to you carefully. Don't be so startled in the future. If this continues, I will probably be the first one to be scared to death by my own sword spirit."
Sword Master."
"Okay, okay, I promise you, I won't shout anymore... unless I can't help it... Okay, hurry up and get the heart of the furnace."