Xuanxia

Chapter 508: Hidden Wind and Thunder (Part )

More than ten miles outside the capital, there is a pavilion on a mountain road.

Even though it's far away, you can still see the sky full of prayer lanterns in the city from here.

The snow was lightly falling. A slender woman was looking far away in the direction of the capital city with her hands behind her back, her long hair casually tied up in a ponytail swinging behind her waist.

A light breeze blew by, and two figures appeared outside the pavilion.

There were two monks, one big and one small.

This... is exactly Huijue and Li Qing, or Yuanzhao.

Yuanzhao was still wearing the plain white cassock, looking no different from before, with a submissive expression and not saying a word. Huijue, who looked like a novice monk of seven or eight years old and was wearing a blood-red cassock, had cracks all over his face and body. He looked very scary and his expression was quite indifferent.

Seeing the two of them, the woman turned around, clasped her hands together and bowed deeply to Huijue.

"My humble self is Xianghong, and I am honored to meet Master Huijue."

she whispered.

This was a young girl, who looked to be no more than twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with ordinary facial features. However, her temperament was quite similar to Ning Wushu's. She had a heroic spirit that other women did not have. When she raised her eyebrows, she was like a hero.

Huijue raised his hand, bowed slightly, and said calmly: "He only sent you?"

"Master, do you think highly of me?"

Xiang Hong straightened up and smiled slightly: "Among the four people the lord trusts the most, I am the only one who has no busy work and is the closest to the capital, so I will come to pick you up, but what's wrong with that?"

Huijue did not comment, but said slowly: "This matter is not a big deal for me, it's fine even if I go find him myself, but..."

As he spoke, he turned to Yuanzhao.

"But my nephew is not capable of doing so." He said calmly.

Xianghong said "Oh?" and looked at Yuanzhao.

Yuanzhao bowed eleven times to her and said calmly, "Donor Xianghong, I am Yuanzhao, a disciple of Master Huixin."

Xianghong raised her eyebrows and asked, "Master Yuanzhao, what's wrong with you?"

"I should have been at the Jinchan Temple tonight."

Yuanzhao said leisurely, "There are countless believers in the temple tonight. I should have demonstrated my miracle of saving all beings from all kinds of difficulties so that everyone would worship me and offer incense... But now things have changed. I can no longer enter the temple."

"Can……"

Yuanzhao raised his head and said calmly: "Without believers, the plan will be difficult to achieve."

Xianghong frowned slightly and turned her gaze to Huijue.

A smile appeared on Huijue's indifferent face. When he smiled, his facial muscles moved, causing the cracks to move, revealing the thick blood inside, which was extremely creepy.

"What this junior nephew of mine means is that we need people, a lot of people."

He said slowly: "And...it's best if he is someone who has nothing to do but is full of desires."

"With nowhere to rest, and full of desires?" Xiang Hong chewed on these eight words twice, and asked tentatively: "How much is a lot? What will happen to these people... in the end?"

Huijue still smiled, but did not answer.

Yuanzhao spoke up: "No less than ten thousand, the more the better."

"As for the ending..."

He said softly: "Those who are favored by the Buddha can convert to Buddhism. If the Buddha does not care about them for the time being, they can go to all parts of the country and spread the Buddha's kindness."

Xianghong seemed to realize something and her eyes narrowed slightly.

After thinking for a while, she said softly, "The war in the north has intensified recently. The northern barbarians lost their little prince and went crazy. They ignored the casualties and divided their troops to carry out guerrilla warfare, killing and looting the towns in the northern border, resulting in a large number of refugees heading south recently..."

At this point, she looked up and asked, "Those refugees, are they feasible?"

Huijue smiled slightly and said, "Not feasible."

"Why?" Xiang Hong was stunned.

"There are Northern Frontier troops in the Northern Frontier," Huijue said calmly, "No matter how crazy the Northern Barbarians are, they are only brave for a short time. Marshal Hong will soon put an end to the war. The North is also under great attention from the imperial court. If we attack the refugees, we will be exposed immediately."

Xiang Hong frowned: "Then..."

“Refugees are a good option.”

Huijue said: "It's just that there is no need to choose the refugees from the Northern Frontier."

Xiang Hong was startled again: "But now the weather in Dayan is good and the country is peaceful and prosperous, so where do the refugees come from?"

Before Huijue could speak, Yuanzhao said leisurely, "If we need it, we can have it."

"Is it possible?" Xianghong finally understood.

Her expression changed slightly, she took a deep breath, and her tone became respectful: "No wonder the Lord respects the Master so much... I understand, I will arrange it."

"Ah."

Huijue nodded with satisfaction: "This matter needs to be done as soon as possible."

……

On the top of Langhuan Mountain is Wuwei Temple.

In a small hut, Qingsongzi was leisurely sitting with his legs crossed, brewing hot tea and humming a very unpleasant tune.

The mountain top, which is usually covered with heavy snow all year round, is now just like the capital city in the distance, with only a light snow falling.

In front of him was a chessboard filled with black and white chess pieces, but he did not play chess. Instead, he held a teacup, sipping hot tea while watching the game unfold.

If Fu Qingzhou were here and saw this chess game, he would definitely jump up in surprise.

Because... this was exactly the same game of chess that he and Yuanxiang played in the Kinchan Temple before!
"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Qing Songzi said with a sigh, "This kid can play chess like this, he must have moved that piece of Xuanxing Divine Iron."

As he spoke, he took a sip of tea and said to himself, "This kid has only been down the mountain for half a year, but he has already reached the seventh level. His speed is really fast... Should we think of a way to suppress him?"

At this moment, the chessboard in front of him suddenly trembled.

Qingsongzi was startled, his eyebrows jumped, and he suddenly stretched out a finger and pressed on the position where there was no piece, pressing down the chessboard.

"Ning Baimei, is that you?!"

He asked sternly to the empty air around him: "I'm telling you, just come, don't play tricks!"

But at this moment, a white chess piece suddenly floated out from the chess basket not far away and landed on a blank space on the chessboard.

Qingsongzi's eyes widened.

"This black guy's last fall is not very elegant~"

A lazy and leisurely voice sounded in the surrounding void: "Look, isn't Baizi turning the tables?"

The voice sounded like a man, and he should be quite old.

Qingsongzi was shocked!
"You are not Ning Baimei!"

His eyes widened: "Who are you!"

"Hey, this is your territory. You're not afraid of me, are you?" The voice laughed and said, "Don't be nervous. I'm just here to remind you."

Qingsongzi slowly put down the teacup in his hand.

He narrowed his eyes, stood up, and glanced around with a stern look.

In an instant, all the snow on the Langhuan Mountain froze in mid-air.

Not only the snow... everything, including time, seemed to be frozen.

The grass swaying in the wind in the medicinal field, the cows and sheep sleeping soundly in the livestock pen, and even the clouds drifting over the mountaintop, all froze in place, motionless, like dead objects in a painting.

Then, a figure appeared in front of the chessboard.

But the figure was not clear. It was like a shadow reflected in the water, blurry and swaying in the ripples, making it impossible to see its true appearance.

Qingsongzi's face changed again, and he slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to reach out to the shadow.

But at this moment, the previous voice sounded again.

"Don't try. There's really no need."

"After Long Dabei's death, the only people I can take a serious look at are you guys... I don't want to accidentally kill you."

Hearing this, Qingsongzi's expression became more serious, and that ugly face unexpectedly took on a calm, solemn and majestic temperament.

but……

The next second, his expression suddenly changed, and he put on a flattering smile, nodded and bowed, saying: "Oh, what you said, we didn't know there was such a person as you in the world! With you here, Ning Baimei, Long Dabei and the others are nothing! Big brother, just tell me what you want!"

As he spoke, the power that had frozen the entire top of Langhuan Mountain suddenly disappeared, everything returned to normal, and the light snow continued to fall.

The figure in front of the chessboard also disappeared.

"I told you, I didn't mean anything else."

The voice chuckled: "I'm just here to remind you - don't meddle too much in Fu Qingzhou's affairs. Heaven and earth have their own destiny. You don't really know the destiny. If you force your hand, you might end up making things worse."

"Oh?"

Qing Songzi still looked flattering: "Then in your opinion, what should we do?"

"Don't worry about him." The voice said leisurely, "Don't help him either."

Qingsongzi's eyes rolled around.

Before he could open his mouth, the voice continued, "I know what you want to say. You don't have to say it. It's not important. You also know why I am saying this to you. Don't worry. I am a wanderer in this world. If I see someone who is destined to be with me, I will do my best to help him even if he is wrong. If I see someone who is not destined to be with me, even if he can save all living beings in the world, what does it have to do with me? I am saying this to you only because I have a destiny with Fu Qingzhou, and I quite like this kid."

Qing Songzi raised his eyebrows: "Oh, my nephew has met you, brother?"

"Hey, don't ask."

The voice laughed again: "I've said too much today, so that's it~"

The last "ha" was dragged out for a very long time, and the sound became smaller and smaller, and fainter and fainter, until it disappeared.

The flattering smile on Qingsongzi's face quickly disappeared and he said "Pooh" quietly.

"In this world today, the Selfless God Realm cannot be born, nor can it accommodate the Selfless God Realm."

He muttered to himself, "It's probably just a broken magic weapon that has survived thousands of years ago? What kind of sword spirit or knife spirit is it... It's still pretending to be mysterious, bah."

But even so, he kept his voice very low so that only he could hear it.

After that, he sat back, picked up the teacup and brought it to his mouth.

"Nonsence!"

After he drank it, he frowned and spat it all out: "God damn it, it's burned me to death!"

(End of this chapter)