Uncle Qian sighed, and then said the name of a marquis.
"It's Marquis Bai Yi. They deliberately let a black tiger in the house escape, and then lured Shi Niang to kill the black tiger. So they had an excuse to take people. It must be said that they chose the best time,
If Black Scales is there, even if the Marquis in White comes in person, he may not be able to capture him."
There was a Marquis in the city of Chang'an who was a Confucian cultivator. He had attained the Seventh Realm of Taoism when he was only forty or fifty years old. His face was pure and elegant, and he liked white clothes, so he was called the Marquis of White Clothes.
"I'm very curious, Uncle Qian, why didn't you take action when those people came?" Chen Qingshan looked at the sullen middle-aged man in front of him. It can be heard from Uncle Qian's words just now that he was worried about the people in Kongmingfang.
There is some emotion.
"It's not that I don't want to take action, it's just that I can't take action. I have more important things to do than Shiniang and the others."
The room was dark, and Uncle Qian was breathing heavily, like a broken bellows being pulled.
"Is it related to the sky in Kongmingfang?" Chen Qingshan asked.
"Yes." Uncle Qian seemed to be suffering from something, and uttered a word with difficulty. He wanted to stand up with the chair, but was pressed firmly on the chair by an invisible force, like a seal.
The smell became even worse. Above the sky and on the land of Kongmingfang, some invisible tentacles stretched out and enveloped the entire building. A wave of malice poured out and fell on Uncle Qian's shoulders.
Chen Qingshan sensed something, went downstairs, sent Xiaoxue out of Kongmingfang, and told her not to come to Kongmingfang these days.
"Brother Qingshan, be careful." Xiaoxue was very obedient and ran out of Kongmingfang in small steps. Chen Qingshan waved behind him and greeted him with a smile.
After Xiaoxue ran out of Kongmingfang, Chen Qingshan turned around and looked at the sky, his smile turned indifferent, and he quickly returned to the building.
"You did a good job in sending that girl away. I might scare her with my appearance now." Uncle Qian turned around slowly, and Chen Qingshan saw an extremely ugly pig face, with piles of fat on his face that crowded out his facial features.
It has to be somewhat deformed.
Chen Qingshan took a breath of air. When he first met Uncle Qian, although he was slovenly, he still looked like a human being. He was not as ugly as he is now.
"What is this?" Chen Qingshan wanted to step forward to check, but was stopped by Uncle Qian's hand.
"Don't come here if you have suffered the backlash of the art of hating victory. Back then, I used the art of hating victory to turn that woman and the evil disciple into pigs and ate them. Now I have suffered the backlash. With my cultivation level, I shouldn't have been like this.
, but this Kongmingfang is indeed a bit strange, and by the time I discovered it, it was already too late." Uncle Qian said, although he was reduced to this state, he was still very calm, without sadness or joy. For Uncle Qian, he
He was just describing a fact. After all, the two people in the world who could influence his emotions had already been eaten by him.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" Chen Qingshan asked.
"No, you can't help me. Even if the immortal comes, it can't change the outcome." Uncle Qian replied.
"Then I will go and bring Shiniang and the others back." Chen Qingshan returned to the original topic.
"It might be difficult for you to go alone." Uncle Qian said, still recounting a fact.
"It's true that Marquis Baiyi is a marquis, but I am also a marquis." Chen Qingshan said.
Perhaps because of the backlash, Uncle Qian was a little confused, and then he remembered the fact that Chen Qingshan was also a marquis: "Maybe, you can try, but the probability of the marquis letting him go is still extremely small, because then
Bai Yihou's goal is not Shiniang and others at all, what he wants is the entire Kongmingfang. Even if you don't save it, Shiniang and others will be released when Kongmingfang falls into his hands. He wants
The only thing is that during this period of time, there is no one in Kongmingfang."
"What do you mean, I don't quite understand." Chen Qingshan asked.
Uncle Qian asked a question: "What is the purpose of the Holy Father building this Kongmingfang?"
"I want the Taoist priests in Chang'an to have a place to go." Chen Qingshan remembered His Majesty the Holy Emperor's description of Kongmingfang before coming to Kongmingfang.
Then Chen Qingshan realized something and narrowed his eyes: "Uncle Qian means that if there are no Taoist priests in Kongmingfang, then Kongmingfang will have no value to the Holy One and become a dispensable thing.
, if such Kongmingfang is taken away by Marquis Baiyi, His Majesty the Holy Emperor will not say anything."
"You can teach me." Uncle Qian smiled, but it didn't look very good. A faint fishy smell filled the whole room.
The backlashed Uncle Qian ushered in the five declines of heaven and man. His current appearance is that his clothes are filthy, his hair is withered, his armpits are sweating, his body is smelly, and he is unhappy.
In fact, Uncle Qian's five degenerations of heavenly beings started very early. This is the reason why he did not appear in Kongmingfang. He was afraid of hurting others.
On the day when Chen Qingshan met Uncle Qian, Uncle Qian's days were numbered. It wasn't that Uncle Qian was sloppy and didn't like to clean up, but that the five declines of his life had come that day. Under the influence of the rules, Uncle Qian should look sloppy.
Yes, decayed and smelly.
This has nothing to do with whether you love cleanliness or not.
Looking at Uncle Qian's appearance, Chen Qingshan felt a little sympathy in his heart: "I really don't know what you have endured."
"Of course it's something I should bear. I am a man first, and then a monk. But I still have to thank you, kid. There was someone to talk to me before I died. It feels good. I originally thought I would die on this floor by myself.
No one knows." Uncle Qian's voice was a little tired, and when he said the word "death", there was a hint of relief.
Uncle Qian was lying on the chair and called Chen Qingshan. If Chen Qingshan remembered correctly, it should be the first time that Uncle Qian called his name, which meant that what Uncle Qian said next would be very important.
"Chen Qingshan, actually you should understand that Bai Yihou wants this empty Mingfang to be useless. The weight of Bai Yihou alone is not enough to allow all the Taoist priests here to go back to the mountain gate to bring reinforcements."
"Uncle Qian means that there is someone else in Kongmingfang, and the weight of this existence is much heavier than that of Bai Yihou, but Qingshan can't think of any other person besides His Majesty and a few people from the Tang Dynasty.
Apart from the princes, who else is more important than the Marquis in Baiyi? Not to mention His Majesty, but those princes probably have nothing to do with Kongmingfang." Chen Qingshan said softly, with some doubts.
"What if it's not a person, but an orthodoxy? Then behind Bai Yihou, there is an academy. Do you think this is enough?" Uncle Qian pointed out.
"Academy? Which academy?!"
"Yuzhang Prefecture, White Deer Academy, Bai Yihou is the disciple of the head of the White Deer Academy."
"But what use does Bailu Academy have for Kongmingfang?"
"As you know, White Deer Academy and Evergreen Academy are branches of Shengyan Academy. Although the three have equal status in name, in the eyes of the world, White Deer Academy and Evergreen Academy are ultimately lower than Shengyan Academy.
The head of Bailu Academy has made a breakthrough, so he naturally wants to compete with Shengyan, so Bailu has the idea of taking over Chang'an."
"So, does Shengyan Academy not care about it? No one would like to have multiple opponents for no reason." Chen Qingshan asked again.
"That's Sheng Yan. 90% of the inheritance of Confucian saints is there. Sheng Yan doesn't care whether Bai Lu will take over Chang'an. Regardless of whether Bai Lu takes over Chang'an or not, Sheng Yan will still be Sheng Yan and it won't change.
." Uncle Qian replied.
Uncle Qian has been in this building, just like a bystander, quietly watching the affairs of the world and knowing everything about it. Uncle Qian said again: "Then Sheng Yan even wants to see if Bailu can successfully take over."
Chang'an. You can think of this as a small Confucian-Taoist dispute, with Bai Lu facing the Taoist sects in the world. This is also part of Bai Lu's desire to prove himself in front of Sheng Yan."
"Is it interesting to have such a dispute?" Chen Qingshan sighed.
"From the perspective of those big shots, it's very interesting. Although the border wars have never stopped, the Tang Dynasty has been stable for too long. It has been so long that some people have nothing to do." Uncle Qian was a little tired, so he
He closed his eyes and seemed to be sleeping.
Chen Qingshan bowed to Uncle Qian and was about to leave.
"You are still young. Don't be impulsive when things happen. No matter when, remember to protect yourself and endure it for a few years. Who says you can't change your life again." Uncle Qian gave Chen Qingshan his final instructions with his eyes closed.
This is what he has realized throughout his life.
Whether Chen Qingshan listens or not is entirely up to Chen Qingshan himself.