The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 572: Bright Moon and Past Events

The body of King Vajra was taken away by the leader in white. The horse was spiritual and neighed and left automatically without anyone driving it.

Those clear big eyes glanced at Zhang Jiuyang, and a trace of fear flashed across their eyes.

This was a steed that was no less powerful than a snow dragon colt, with strong tendons and bones, abundant energy and blood, and it was even close to the level of unlocking its spiritual intelligence and nourishing its demonic power.

With just a few steps, he drove the carriage away and quickly disappeared.

“What a waste of such a good opportunity.”

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes flickered and he shook his head.

The leader in white is too mysterious and rarely appears in public. It is extremely difficult to find him. He is known for his caution and never puts himself in a trap.

But this time he only brought a Dharma King with him and quietly entered the capital, and came to the Zhuge Mansion surrounded by strange gates.

If you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to find each other next time.

"Let's go. I believe the Supervisor will give us an answer."

Yue Ling also felt regretful, but more confused. She was becoming more and more confused about the Supervisor.

As the head of the Imperial Observatory, he is not only connected with the Heavenly Lord, but even the notorious traitor, the White-Robed Leader, seems to be his friend.

What on earth is the Supervisor planning?
The two of them walked into the courtyard where Zhuge Yunhu was. The housekeeper was already waiting outside the door. He took Erya, and the mercenary smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a solid expression.

"You two, please."

After the two of them entered, the butler waved his sleeves and inserted seven-colored flags around them. Then he looked at his nose and his heart, like a sculpture in the wind and snow.

Zhang Jiuyang felt that he was once again surrounded by another formation. The aura was as surging as the tide, like invisible bubbles, distorting the light, color, sound and taste.

This is an extremely sophisticated formation that can isolate the secrets of heaven and can also prevent various magical powers from spying.

Sure enough, it is not an easy person to become the steward of Zhuge family.

He felt a little excited, because this also meant that Zhuge Yunhu would reveal many important secrets next.

He had a feeling that this trip would be very fruitful.

Zhang Jiuyang held Yue Ling's hand and walked slowly into the house. It was very warm inside, with a red clay stove, quiet and simple. Zhuge Yunhu was sitting by the stove with a soft blanket on his legs and a scroll in his hands.

He looked at the painting quietly, as if he had been looking at it for a long time, and did not even look up when Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling walked in.

The door was open, and the cold wind rushed in, causing the temperature in the room to drop sharply.

Zhuge Yunhu's snow-white beard fluttered in the wind, and his whole body seemed to shrink subconsciously, with little blood on his face.

After not seeing him for a long time, he still looked sickly, even more sickly, making his originally snow-white beard dull and his face pale.

If Zhang Jiuyang had not seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for him to believe that a great cultivator at the peak of the sixth realm would be so weak that he couldn't even withstand the cold wind outside.

"Cough cough."

Zhuge Yunhu was stimulated by the cold wind and couldn't help coughing twice. His chest seemed like a bellows mixed with mud and sand, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Yue Ling closed the door immediately.

Zhuge Yunhu's complexion became better. "I'm old and useless. This winter is getting colder and colder."

He shook his head, laughed at himself, and sighed out loud.

His name is Zhuge Yunhu, but everyone calls him Zhuge Bingmao. Now it seems that they were not wrong.

Zhang Jiuyang pulled Yue Ling to sit down and handed over some gifts, all of which were top-quality medicinal herbs for nourishing qi and replenishing body, produced from the world in the gourd.

That world is now becoming more and more vibrant, and with the addition of Zhang Jiuyang buying a lot of seeds and spreading them, many high-quality medicinal materials have been born.

"Xiaojiu, thank you very much."

Zhuge Yunhu looked at him, and his voice seemed to have deep meaning. It was unclear whether he was thanking him for the herbs he brought, or thanking him for not taking action just now, or thanking him for taking Erya into Longhu Mountain.

You know, Zhang Jiuyang has now found out a lot of inside information about him, even Queen Zhao Yuan has found out.

Zhang Jiuyang should know that the current Zhuge family is definitely a hot potato that can bring great danger to people at any time.

But he still accepted Arya without hesitation.

Although this kid has become the founder of a school, he still has a pure heart and is not affected by interests.

"Senior Zhuge, I have always been clear about gratitude and resentment. I will never implicate a child, not to mention that you taught me the Dao in the past."

Zhang Jiuyang picked up the tea on the table and took a sip, then said with a smile, "Good tea. If you really feel bad for me, just give me ten kilograms of tea when you leave later."

Zhuge Yunhu was slightly startled, then shook his head and laughed, "You are already the head of a sect, a top figure in the world, how come you are still such a scoundrel?"

Although he laughed and scolded, his attitude was very friendly.

Even though Zhang Jiuyang had just killed the famous Vajra Dharma King and directly threatened the legendary White-robed Leader, he almost took action to stop him.

But in his eyes, it was as if he was looking at a nephew whom he admired very much.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled, and then his eyes fell on the painting of Empress Zhaoyuan. He suddenly asked, "Senior Zhuge, this painting is based on the texts recorded in various ancient books. Take a look. Does it look like the real Empress?"

The smile on Zhuge Yunhu's face gradually faded when he heard this, and his gaze fell on the painting again.

There was a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, as if he was immersed in it. After a long time, he let out a long sigh.

"Xiao Jiu's wonderful brushwork, they are already 80% similar, except for the missing mole on the neck and the overall temperament is different."

After a pause, he added: "Yao Ji actually doesn't like to wear phoenix robes, let alone phoenix crowns, because she thinks they are too heavy. She likes to wear loose green clothes, eat crystal persimmons from Yunji in Beijing, dress up as a man and visit Hongxiuzhao in Changlefang, and listen to the "Heavenly Fairy Opera" in the theater..."

"She is dignified, but not always. Most of the time, she likes to lie or sit casually on the grass, looking at the white clouds in the sky and humming a little tune. Of course, sometimes she is very serious and will argue with me over a topic until her face turns red..."

Zhuge Yunhu talked a lot about Empress Zhaoyuan's preferences and habits, and soon an image of a woman who was free and easy, informal, frank and straightforward emerged in Zhang Jiuyang's mind.

But there was something strange in Yue Ling's eyes.

When Zhuge Yunhu talked about these things, his sickly temperament seemed to have disappeared. He became high-spirited and his face was flushed, as if he had been given new vitality.

There are also those subtle habits that only close people know about, and they all seem to mean one thing.

Empress Zhaoyuan, who was the most respected by the late emperor and also the most legendary empress of Daqian, seemed to have a close relationship with Jianzheng...?
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(End of this chapter)