The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 163 The Sword Qi Hall is in the middle
On the morning of the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhao Ti asked Tong Guan and Zheng Fu to harness five or six horse-drawn carriages and go out to various places in the city to buy New Year's goods.

I had already bought it once before, so this time I'm going to make up for the lost items and go shopping again, and then wait for the New Year.

He brought many people this time, including A'zhu, Ruyi and Youcao. In addition to the two general managers Tong Guan and Zheng Fu in the mansion, Zhou Tong, Bai Zhan and others also followed.

Jiumozhi was also called over, but the monk did not want to ride in the carriage and insisted on walking behind the carriage. Zhao Ti thought that it was almost New Year and there would be many people on the road, so the carriage would move slowly, so he let him do as he pleased.

First go to Dongcheng Maxing Street, which has the largest market in inner city of Tokyo. Everything is sold here. Although it is not exquisite, the goods are complete and in huge quantities.

If you want to buy something more exquisite, you have to go to Zhouqiao or Daxiangguo Temple.

After walking around Ma Xing Street for more than an hour, snowflakes started floating in the sky, and the trees and pedestrians were covered in silver.

Seeing that they had almost finished their shopping, Zhao Ti asked everyone to get in the car and planned to go take a look somewhere else.

At this time, Ah Zhu was wearing a plain white fur coat. Her skin was white, tender, smooth and translucent. Her expression was like a blooming ice flower in the snow, charming and attractive.

She held the crystal pot in her arms, with the ice silkworm jumping around inside. It was obvious that it liked the weather very much and wanted to jump out to play, but Ah Zhu didn't dare to let it go there, for fear that it would run away once it got out of the bottle.

Ruyi and Youcao were also wearing fur coats. Although they were holding hand warmers, their little faces were still red from the cold.

Several people got on the first carriage. Tong Guan sat on the shaft and seemed to be in a very good mood. When the prince was practicing martial arts, he felt nervous, and when the prince was with the girls, he felt happy.

Zhao Ti sat in the carriage and looked at the little silkworm in Ah Zhu's arms. He thought for a moment and said, "Let it go. It can't run away with me watching it."

Ah Zhu nodded and took out the ice silkworm and gave it to Zhao Ti. Zhao Ti held it in his palm. Now, several months had passed, but the little silkworm had not grown at all and was still that small. It suddenly jumped up and burrowed into Zhao Ti's collar, then didn't move again.

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "You are very familiar with this route. You know where to hide every time."

Ever since the last time Xiao Bubai saw the ice silkworm, after it crawled into his collar, whenever he was next to it when it was released, it would crawl into his collar eight out of ten times.

Ah Zhu lifted the car curtain and saw that the snowflakes outside were getting bigger. The sky and the earth were covered in white. The scenery was picturesque, but it did not affect the enthusiasm of the people who came to the New Year market. On both sides of the street, there were still many people walking happily with their families, carrying goods and backpacks.

"Your Highness, where are you going?" Ah Zhu asked.

"Let's go for a stroll in Zhouqiao, and then go to Xiangguo Temple for tea." Zhao Ti stretched his body. The carriage was spacious and there was a charcoal stove lit, so it was not cold.

Youcao looked at the heavy snow outside and whispered, "It's good for the girl to be here. She has never seen such heavy snow before. She will definitely be very happy. I don't know... when she will come back."

When Zhao Ti heard her mention Wang Yuyan, he smiled and said, "Isn't it snowing heavily in Taihu Lake? She has left you here, and she will come back sooner or later."

Youcao said, "Since I can remember, there has never been such heavy snow. I am really shocked to see this."

After a while, we arrived at Zhou Bridge. We got off the bus and walked around for more than an hour. The items here were much more expensive than those in Ma Xing Street, but their sophistication was far beyond what we could achieve in Ma Xing Street.

He asked several people to get off the car and buy what they liked without having to refer to the New Year goods in the mansion.

Ruyi has a monthly allowance in the mansion. As for Azhu, Zhao Ti has ordered the accountant to withdraw money according to the maximum allowance in the mansion. Only the little maid Youcao is staring at her with eager eyes. She is penniless and had some money left from coming from Mantuo Villa, but there are so many delicious foods in the capital, such as cakes, biscuits and candies, which she had spent long ago.

Zhao Ti glanced at her, took out a purse and threw it to her: "Go buy it."

Youcao was about to thank him with a grateful look on her face, but Zhao Ti said, "Nine out and thirteen back, this is your daughter's debt, and she will pay it back when she comes back."

"Nine... nine out and thirteen back?" Youcao was stunned: "Your Highness, how much do you want to pay back?"

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "The later you pay, the more you will have to pay. If you don't pay it back in half a year, Mantuo Villa will pay the interest to me. If you don't pay it back in a year, your daughter will pay it herself."

"Ah?" Youcao's face twitched with fright when she heard that, and she was a little at a loss.

Ruyi pulled her and said, "Your Highness was just joking with you, go buy something quickly."

Several people got off the car, and Zhao Ti sat in the car without moving. Along the way, the Shenzu Sutra was constantly running, and his internal energy was constantly generated. In addition, it was snowing heavily, and the Huanyin Qi and the Hanbing Qi liked the cold. The internal energy generated by the two was more than multiple times of before.

At this moment, he clearly realized that the sixth level of the Phantom Yin Qi had loosened, and seemed to have touched the edge of this level. As long as his internal strength continued to grow, he would be able to advance to a higher level in a short time.

But at this moment, he felt a little dazed for no reason, and felt that there seemed to be some rich fragrance of flowers blooming in the carriage, but he woke up immediately, and when he tasted it again, there was no taste at all. He was surprised and couldn't help falling into deep thought.

After a while, Zhou Tong suddenly came over and said, "My Lord, we just caught a scoundrel who was collecting money from merchants on the bridge. How should we deal with him?"

"Safety money?" Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes slightly. Ever since the Golden Wind and Rain Tower took control of the entire underground gangs in the capital, this kind of thing has basically not been seen. After all, he has issued strict orders not to harass ordinary people and merchants.

"I have interrogated the men here, and they are just street thugs, not gang members." Zhou Tong said.

"Street thugs?" Zhao Ti nodded slightly. This was a situation that was difficult to completely eliminate. No matter in prosperous times or chaotic ones, there were always many such people who oppressed the good, loved leisure and hated work, and exploited the people on the streets. There were always such evil people.

He waved his hand and wanted to ask to be taken directly to Kaifeng Prefecture, but then he frowned and got off the carriage: "Where is it? Take me there to have a look."

Zhou Tong nodded and arrived at the Zhou Bridge in a moment, where he saw a lazy man lying on the ground with a face full of flesh, a body like a bear, and very little hair on his head. He was not afraid of the cold and had his chest open to reveal his embroidered clothes.

Bai Zhan stood beside him with his arms folded across his chest. The flesh on this lazy man's face was shaking constantly, and his eyes revealed fear, but also a hint of resentment.

Yu Er came over and saluted, saying, "Sir, I have asked the people around me and found out that this guy is a well-known scoundrel in the Zhouqiao area. He is nicknamed the curly-haired big insect and Niu Da. He likes to make trouble on the streets, extort money and commit crimes. He is often involved in several lawsuits. Kaifeng Prefecture cannot deal with him. People in the Zhouqiao area avoid him when they see him.

"Even Kaifeng Prefecture can't cure him?" Zhao Ti looked at the curly-haired tiger for a few times and shook his head, saying, "Break all his arms, legs and feet and throw him to the courtyard of Kaifeng Prefecture. Let's see if they can cure him!"

Yu Er agreed, and Zhao Ti turned around and went back to the carriage. A moment later, Tong Guan and others returned and drove to the Daxiangguo Temple on East Gate Street.

Dongmen Street was very lively at this time, even more noisy and crowded than the Zhouqiao area. After Zhao Ti asked everyone to buy their favorite items, they went to Ding's vegetarian tea shop to have snacks. It was already afternoon time, and the snowflakes were still falling, and were getting heavier.

He stood outside the door with his hands behind his back and watched for a while, then led people into the temple, walked around for a long time, bought many good things, and then went deeper into the temples, such as Zhihai, Huilin, Baofan, etc. Zhao Ti pondered for a moment and looked at Jiumozhi.

"Monk, come with me to the front to take a look?"

Jiumozhi clasped his hands and said, "Your Highness, do you want me to debate with the monks from Xiangguo Temple?"

Zhao Ti laughed and said, "You can't even win an argument with me, how can you win an argument with the monks in this temple? The monks in this temple are very materialistic, they only care about money, not Buddhism or reason."

Jiumozhi shook his head and said, "I don't believe it. Daxiangguo Temple is the largest temple in the Central Plains. It holds a lecture every year. I have heard about it in Dalun Temple on the Great Snow Mountain. How can it only talk about vulgar things like gold, silver and money?"

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "I am just going to ask the abbot Lingde here something. Please follow me."

After saying this, he did not take anyone else with him. He told the others to go to the Zhu Courtyard to eat meat, and he led Jiumozhi forward alone.

After a while, I saw the glazed tower and the pavilions displaying bronze and gilded statues of five hundred arhats. I had arrived at the rear courtyard of Daxiangguo Temple.

At this time, a young monk came forward, recognized Zhao Ti, bowed and said, "Your Highness has not been here for some time."

Zhao Ti smiled and asked, "Is the old monk here?"

The young monk said, "The abbot has just finished his lunch service and is taking a rest. I will go and inform him that His Highness has arrived."

Zhao Ti nodded, and the little monk walked quickly into the Buddhist temple.

Jiumozhi was puzzled when he heard this: "What is the rule of this noon class?"

Zhao Ti said: "What kind of afternoon class is this? It's just an excuse for me to read a few verses of scripture and eat and drink."

"Is there such a truth?" Jiumozhi asked doubtfully.

Zhao Ti shook his head and glanced at him: "Don't the temples over there have various reasons? This one is a little more concealed. I heard that you even gave birth to offspring directly in the temple."

Jiumozhi's face flushed when he heard this: "Each method of cultivation is different, how can we generalize? This method is followed by my Dalun Temple and other temples in the western part of the country. It has nothing to do with Buddhist principles and scriptures. It is also cultivation and can achieve the right result."

Zhao Ti said, "I have practiced, but I don't know if it is right or not. I will meet Master Lingde later and do what I tell me to do." "What do you want to do?" Jiumozhi wondered, "Didn't the King of Yan ask me to debate with the abbot of Xiangguo Temple?"

"I told you to go ahead and beat up that old monk. He was born in Shaolin, but he kept it a secret from me for many years. I asked him if he knew martial arts at the beginning, and he told me that such rude things would never be easily involved in by a Buddhist. He was proficient in Buddhist Dharma and Zen, but there is no Shaolin monk who doesn't know martial arts, not to mention that he is Uncle Xuanci, a monk of the Ling generation."

"This..." Jiumozhi's mouth twitched, thinking that the old monk from Daxiangguo Temple was talking nonsense, which was indeed too much, but it had been a long time, and you asked me to sneak attack him secretly, which was really the same.

"Chop him with the flaming sword, or stab him with the Xiao Wuxiang Gong to simulate the sword technique." Zhao Ti said.

"Which sword technique does Xiao Wuxiang Gong use?" Jiumozhi's expression changed immediately. He only had one book left in Xiao Wuxiang Gong, but he could already simulate many martial arts. But he would never dare to simulate the Sunflower Manual again.

"Yes, you have already..." Zhao Ti thought, "It's okay to use this sword again. Show off all your powerful skills and let the old monk of Xiangguo Temple know how powerful you are."

Upon hearing this, Jiumozhi subconsciously reached out his hand to touch his chest: "This, this..."

Zhao Ti glanced at him and said, "You didn't have it in the first place, why are you touching it? If Li Qiushui is gone, can you still grow it back?"

Jiumozhi said angrily, "Who knows what other backlash that evil technique may have? You can ask me to be a bad guy and attack the abbot of Xiangguo Temple, but you can never trick me into using that evil technique again."

Zhao Ti said, "What villain? Don't you want to go back to Tubo in the future and tell all your disciples that you, the Dharma King Dalun, struck like lightning and beat the old monk of Xiangguo Temple so hard that he screamed, and your name became famous in the Central Plains? You are already famous for your sutras, and your martial arts surpassed the monk of Xiangguo Temple. Wouldn't you be respected by everyone? If I hadn't brought you here, how could you have had the chance to sneak attack the other party!"

“That’s true…” Jiumozhi’s heart was moved. Without Zhao Ti to lead him, it was hard to say whether he could meet the abbot of Xiangguo Temple. Even if he could meet him, he was a foreign monk and the other party would be on guard. There was no way to launch a sneak attack. Xiangguo Temple was the largest temple in the world, not a small place like Tianlong Temple. If he could really win, wouldn’t it be…

Zhao Ti saw that Jiumozhi was a martial arts fanatic. His Buddhist scriptures were very popular in the southwestern Tubo area and were even widely praised in India. He had a great reputation in this field and was vaguely on par with the great masters in the temples in the Central Plains.

But his martial arts skills don't seem to be very obvious, but he likes it very much. He can even do some dirty things to learn martial arts, stealing scriptures and books is not a problem for him. If he can surpass the abbot of the world's largest temple in martial arts, he will definitely be happy with it.

As for sneak attacks or not, Jiumozhi held Duan Zhengming hostage in Tianlong Temple and threatened the monks in the temple. He also dug a cave in Mantuo Villa and entered the Langhuan Cave to steal books. He was capable of such things. He would do anything for the sake of martial arts, so sneak attacks were a piece of cake.

"So you have to use all your strength, no matter what martial arts you use, as long as you win." Zhao Ti said as he walked towards the backyard with his hands behind his back.

At this time, the backyard of Xiangguo Temple was also bustling with monks in charge of affairs from all over the place, who gathered here. During every festival, the temple required huge amounts of food, tea and fruits, so they had to discuss and manage everything together.

Those who recognized Zhao Ti on the road hurriedly greeted him with the monk's salute, with smiles as big as walnut wrinkles on their faces. Those who didn't know him, seeing this, also greeted him, thinking that he must be an honored guest, and they flattered him a little.

Jiumozhi looked around and felt vaguely that this Daxiangguo Temple was different from all the temples he had seen before.

The atmosphere here is too worldly. The monks don't look like monks, and the nuns don't look like nuns. They even look more greasy than the street merchants outside. There isn't a trace of Buddhism in them. There is nothing profound about them. Money is the only thing they talk about. What's going on?

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "This temple has money. Not only do they do business and own many industries, but they also lend money to people to use. It's very profitable."

Jiumozhi was stunned: "You actually put money in it?"

Zhao Ti nodded. Xiangguo Temple was the largest lender in Tokyo City. The income from this alone was incomparable to that of the big merchants in the capital.

At this time, a large hall appeared in front of us. Walking along the long corridor beside the hall, we saw that the corridors on both sides were filled with inscriptions by famous people of the time. Su Shi's handwriting was also there, written in a vigorous and dancing style.

On the left wall there are paintings of the Buddha of Incomparable Light Descending the Nine Stars and of ghost performances; on the right wall there is a painting of the Buddha Descending the Ksitigarbha and Revealing the Bowl. There are also hidden relief carvings of a music band and cavalry, as well as tall palace figures, all of which are exquisitely crafted.

At this time, the young monk who had been seen before came back to greet him: "Your Highness, the abbot heard that Your Highness had arrived and has sent someone to serve tea. Please come in."

Zhao Ti smiled, and the two followed the young monk to the abbot's meditation room, which was much larger than Xuanci's meditation room in Shaolin Temple. It was almost like a small palace, with luxurious furnishings and the smell of sandalwood. An old monk was sitting quietly at the meditation table inside.

This monk didn't look like those greasy monks outside. He looked like a great monk. He was wearing a cassock that was washed to a slightly white but spotless. The color of the robe was like ancient wood, simple and solemn.

His face looked gaunt, with wrinkles as if carved, his eyebrows were long and slender, revealing a compassionate glow, and his eyes seemed to contain the wisdom to see through all things in the world.

The old monk had a faint smile on his face, his hands folded in front of him, twisting a string of red sandalwood Buddhist beads.

Jiumozhi couldn't help but admire in his heart, what a great monk and virtuous person.

The old monk stood up slowly, the Buddhist beads slipped off his wrists, and he clasped his hands together, looked at Zhao Ti and chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, Mr. Zhao, it's been a long time."

Zhao Ti smiled slightly and returned the greeting, "Master Lingde, how are you?"

Jiumozhi beside him also saw the Buddha's greeting, Lingde said: "This is..."

Zhao Ti laughed and said, "I went to Shaolin a while ago. This is Xuan Zhi, the junior brother of Shaolin Abbot Xuan Ci."

Elder Monk Lingde remained calm upon hearing this and said, "So it's Master Xuanzhi from Shaolin. I've often heard the monks below mention him before. I've really admired him for a long time."

Jiumozhi was stunned when he heard this, and thought to himself that this was a pseudonym given by the King of Yan. How come you have heard of it and heard of it for a long time?

What's more, I heard Abbot Xuanci say in Shaolin that you, old monk, are his uncle, and that the character "Xuan" is a generation lower than the character "Ling". How can you be so polite to people of the "Xuan" generation for no reason?
But at this moment, he could only say: "How famous am I? Master Lingde is famous all over the world, and I have really admired him for a long time."

The old monk smiled and said, "Master Xuanzhi is too modest. I am just a name with a false reputation. I rely on my fellow monks to set me off."

At this time, the two of them sat down, and the tea was already cooked and served. Zhao Ti drank a sip of tea and said, "Master Lingde, I was ordered to go to Shaolin Temple some time ago. Those monks are so powerful. They have internal strength, can fly over eaves and walls, have amazing palm winds, are proficient in formations, and are extremely powerful. What do you think, Master? Do you really not know martial arts?"

The old monk was slightly surprised when he heard this, then shook his head and said, "I am proficient in Buddhist Dharma, Zen, and the study of Buddhist scriptures, and I have never learned martial arts."

You won't admit it, right? Zhao Ti thought that even if he asked, the old monk would still not admit that he knew martial arts.

He laughed and said, "But I asked the abbot of Taiping Xingguo Temple, Master Lancan, and he said that Master Lingde knows martial arts."

The old monk blinked and said, "Lazy... this is really a rogue. Although we have different traditions, how can you make up such nonsense to frame your fellow practitioners?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head to drink tea. At this moment, Zhao Ti winked at Jiumozhi. Jiumozhi was already prepared and slashed at him with a flaming knife.

The flaming sword is his unique martial art, specializing in using palm wind to hurt people. The sword wind has a faint bluish-white hue. At that time, he was forced to burn Tibetan incense in the Tianlong Temple, and the smoke mixed with the fragrance made it appear green. It is the so-called green smoke, not the green palm wind.

His flaming knife strike was unexpected and incredibly fast, and it came when Lingde was drinking tea with his head down, so it was a sure hit.

Seeing this scene, Jiumozhi felt a little regretful. He never killed anyone. What he had done before, that is, burning Duan Yu in front of Murong Bo's grave was equivalent to bringing the Six Meridians Divine Sword to Murong Bo. It was just a threat. He didn't even torture Duan Yu.

He couldn't help but think to himself, could it be that the King of Yan had tricked him again? He had a grudge against the old monk, so he tricked me and killed me with my own hands. Then I was hunted down by Daxiangguo Temple, Shaolin Temple and other places, and I got a bad reputation. The King of Yan just sat back and reaped the benefits. What a great plan.

But just as he was daydreaming, he suddenly saw the old monk move his hands forward, and then the flaming knife seemed to hit something soft and tough, causing a slight wave of air to come out before disappearing into thin air.

The old monk's sleeves fluttered slightly, but not a drop of water splashed in the teacup.

Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes when he saw this. Why did this move look familiar? Although it was not as strong as the three-foot Qi wall of the Sweeping Monk, this method of spreading internal energy in front of the body was somewhat similar to the Qi wall of the Sweeping Monk. Could there be some connection between them?
"Donor Xuanzhi, this is not Shaolin Kung Fu..." Monk Lingzhi put down his teacup and said, "Why does this look like the Buddhist Kung Fu from Tibet? Why would Shaolin disciples learn Tibetan Kung Fu?"

Jiumozhi was delighted to see that Laohe had not been hurt. He thought that he had been judging others by his own standards. How could the King of Yan harm him? Even the evil deeds he had done last time were just a result of his greed and he took the initiative to simulate the consequences...

He was excited to see prey, as he hadn't fought with anyone for a long time, so he kept slashing with his palms, and the flaming sword wind cut through the air. The air around him was instantly disrupted, and the palm wind whistled, and a burst of hot air rose wherever it passed.

At this moment, the space seemed to be distorted by the palm power. Under the palm wind, Old Monk Lingde was like a lone boat in a strong wind, swaying on the verge of collapse, but his hands kept wiping in front of him, and invisible internal force emerged, actually blocking all of Jiumozhi's flaming swords.

Upon seeing this, Jiumozhi turned around and his palm wind continued to be as sharp as lightning, instantly seeming to cut ripples in the air, like a sharp blade scratching through cloth, making a "hissing" sound, which made people shudder.

Upon seeing this, the old monk Lingzhi suddenly shouted, "How powerful!" Then he saw his body moving flatly on the chair, and in the blink of an eye he was at the side of the wall. Jiumozhi's palm winds hit the chair and the flower table behind it, smashing the chair and the table into pieces.

At this time, many monks came running in after hearing the noise. Jiumozhi stopped when he saw this. His sneak attack did not work, and his powerful blow was dodged by the opponent. The old monk had already demonstrated his skills, so there was no need to continue.

"Amitabha..." Then the old monk Lingzhi put his palms together and said with a wry smile, "Where did you get so angry, benefactor? Why did you attack me?"

Jiumozhi's face twitched and he glanced at Zhao Ti.

Zhao Ti was surprised at this time and asked, "Master Lingde is so skilled in martial arts, why did you hide it from me before and told me that learning martial arts is a rude thing?"

(End of this chapter)