From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 217 Face
The sky is high in September.

Lin Yan could barely be considered a prudent man. He took Meng Yuan with him and took another detour before finally arriving at the Imperial Master's Mansion.

The Imperial Master's Mansion is located in the south of Shenjing, opposite the Imperial Palace.

When the Qing Kingdom was first established, it relied heavily on the power of Buddhism and Taoism. However, the founding emperor was extremely wary of Buddhism and made a rule that Buddhism could only be preached in Ping'an Prefecture.

However, there was also considerable restraint towards Taoism, so at the beginning of the founding of the country, few people from the two sects participated.

However, Taoism has a profound foundation, and several generations of emperors have relied on Taoism, so Taoism has become more and more prosperous.

The position of Imperial Master existed in the previous dynasty, and was also established at the beginning of the founding of the country, but it was not very powerful. Later, as the power of Taoism grew, the Imperial Master's Office became powerful, and people from the three Taoist sects took turns to hold the position.

However, this imperial teacher was surnamed Guo. It was said that he was born with a disease and relied on medicine to prolong his life when he was young. It was difficult for him to live for a long time. But later he became a monk on behalf of the emperor and entered Taoism. Unexpectedly, his talent was revealed and he became an accomplished Taoist master.

"The Dugu clan is arranged according to the stars." Lin Yan was his senior brother after all, and he kept giving instructions. "The girl Mingyue, who you seduced, is probably the younger sister of the one in the palace. She has been living outside since she was young and has never been well-known. In addition, there is the big sister Ying in the red cloak, who should also be a relative."

Meng Yuan still felt it was a little outrageous, and whispered: "For a royal family to have the word 'Ying', it's also strange."

"What's so strange about this?" Lin Yan said disdainfully, "The Dugu family is a military family with no education! Unlike your third young lady, who has a family tradition of poetry and literature!"

What do you mean my third daughter? Meng Yuan did not argue.

"The Dugu family is the generation of Prince Xin." Lin Yan counted on his fingers, "'Sheng' means prosperity. Most of the names of this generation are based on greatness."

Lin Yan pointed to the south and said, "The national master is a generation older than him. His original name has long been lost. He only has a Taoist name now, Yanjizi."

Meng Yuan had known the title of the Imperial Master for a long time, and asked quietly, "Years ago, there was a severe drought in the north of Songhe Prefecture, and Qingtian County, where we passed by, was also affected. I heard that it was the Imperial Master who cast a great spell to bring rain over a thousand miles to moisten the area. Is that true?"

Lin Yan nodded and whispered, "I met the old Taoist priest once. He is unfathomable. He was already a fourth-rank Taoist before our master was born. He might have already reached the third-rank Taoist by now."

How high should a Taoist priest of the third rank be?
Meng Yuan had seen Li Wujiu at the sixth level. Not to mention his magical powers, his killing ability alone was extraordinary. And Taoist Master Mo of Lingxiao Sect even caused thunder and lightning, and his momentum was unstoppable, and he already had the appearance of an immortal.

And advancing from the fifth grade to the fourth grade is the heavenly grade, and advancing from the fourth grade to the third grade is even more difficult than the heavenly grade. So how high is the third grade realm?
If the Kingdom of Qing had three or five high-quality Taoists, then even if the country was in chaos, the noble families were dissatisfied, and the people suffered, the country's prosperity might still prosper.

"It seems that the Imperial Preceptor has a good relationship with the Third Miss. Is it because of Old Mr. Ying?" Meng Yuan asked.

Lin Yan thought about it and said, "Probably!"

He spread his hands and said, "I don't know either."

Lin Yan lost some of his carefree attitude and said seriously, "Brother, I, your senior brother, learned martial arts just to make a living. Now I want to marry a wife, have a few children, and get a job. But some people are different. There are bad people in the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, but those who really want to move up have the world in their hearts. Ying family carries firewood for the people of the world. Those who really want to move up to a higher position, no matter whether it goes against Ying family's philosophy or not, should have respect for Ying family."

At this point, Lin Yan was even more emotional, "So, even though no one is attending the memorial day of Old Ying Gong and Little Ying Gong, you never know who will show up to help the Ying family! Don't think that those who climb high won't always think of these friendships. In fact, I think the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are the same. The paths that everyone seeks should all lead to the same destination."

Meng Yuan seemed to understand, and asked, "Is this what you realized, brother?"

"I have nothing better to do than to comprehend these truths?" Lin Yan laughed. "It was our Second Sister Wang who said that."

"I see." Meng Yuan nodded.

"Don't think that the way she used to control me on Attic was too petty. She was just trying to warn me." Lin Yan sighed.

The two chatted for a long time and came to the gate of the Imperial Master's Mansion.

"The Imperial Master's Mansion never receives outsiders. It's like a run-down Taoist temple." Lin Yan laughed.

After hearing this, Meng Yuan thought of Chongxu Temple.

Lin Yan didn’t have any acquaintances here, so he could only ask someone to pass on the message.

But after waiting for half an hour, the middle-aged receptionist who delivered the message finally left the room. "Master Ke is in seclusion and does not see outsiders." The receptionist took out some silver from his sleeve and put it back into Meng Yuan's hand.

Meng Yuan didn't dare to say directly that he wanted to see Mingyue, he only said that he wanted to visit Ke Qiuxian.

But seeing that he had resigned, it was obvious that he was a man of high moral character and did not seem to be faking it, Meng Yuan thought of Mr. Wang again.

Lin Yan touched his chin and said, "Then it's OK to meet Miss Mingyue!"

He put his arm around Meng Yuan's shoulders and pointed at his face. "My junior brother is from the Songhefu Guard Station of the Demon Suppression Division. He has fought side by side with Miss Mingyue. Their friendship is very deep!"

"Haha!" The Taoist priest said impatiently, "Are you here to see Uncle Ke, or do you want to see someone else? It's all you!"

Meng Yuan cleared his throat, returned the original amount of silver, and gave another hundred taels of silver notes, and said, "Master, please take the trouble to go again and say that an old friend from Songhe Prefecture has come to visit you."

The receptionist was very impatient, but when he saw the banknotes, he finally sighed and ran inside again.

After waiting for another half an hour, Na Zhi came out politely, threw the silver and banknotes back to Meng Yuan, and said, "Where are you from? No see, no see!"

Meng Yuan and Lin Yan looked at each other. Neither of them was stupid. It was definitely not that they didn't want to see someone, but that someone didn't allow them to see him and even scolded the receptionist.

Seeing that he had implicated others, Meng Yuan returned all the money. After thinking for a while, he took out a letter with a few big crooked words written on it: From Grandma Ying.

"Please send her to Miss Ying, Taoist Priest." Meng Yuan guessed who was causing trouble and wanted to back out, but he still wanted to give it a try.

The Taoist priest took the letter and took a look at it. Meng Yuan and Lin Yan said a few nice words to the man before he changed his mind.

"I took a risk!" said the receptionist.

Meng Yuan took a deep breath, took out a banknote and handed it to Xiangling, thinking that this was enough to pay for Xiangling's hard work for a year.

The receptionist took the money and then went to make the announcement.

"Alas, he is a ninth-rank official in front of the prime minister, and I am a sixth-rank military man. He has to call me uncle wherever he goes?" Lin Yan sighed.

"I guess, since we're not wearing the uniform of the Demon Suppression Bureau, and we haven't revealed our identity and realm, people will just think we're here to ask for favors," Meng Yuan said with a smile.

"That's true." Lin Yan agreed and asked, "What letter did you send?"

"Just some daily greetings." Meng Yuan said.

"That's definitely not going to work!" Lin Yan sighed, "I should have let Lao Xiang come along!"

As the two were talking, the receptionist ran out happily, "Who is Meng Shuangjue or Meng Feiyuan?"

"I am you." Meng Yuan said.

"Is that it? Let's go!" Lin Yan was also very happy.

"Wait." The receptionist saw Lin Yan trying to catch up and quickly stopped him, "Please wait a moment. Wait for tea in the side room."

"Huh?" Lin Yan was confused.

The receptionist smiled and looked at Meng Yuan, saying, "Daoist Fellow Fei Yuan, please."

"..." Meng Yuan opened his mouth. He didn't feel that the other person was being polite. He just felt that his face was far inferior to Xiangling's.

(End of this chapter)