One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 208 207: News

The White Tiger Hall has prepared rooms for all the talisman masters who draw talismans.

The pens, ink, paper and inkstone are all top quality goods.

Zhao Fuyun has been here for three days. He comes here to draw talismans on time every day, and the number of talismans he submits is also within the prescribed quantity.

Like everyone else, he takes a rest when it's time to rest.

There is a living room in the middle. When everyone is resting, they will sit here, drink some tea, eat some spiritual fruits, or some people like to drink some wine.

During this time, everyone will chat.

Zhao Fuyun has been here for three days and has barely integrated into the group. Except for the regular talisman masters, all other talisman masters come in as short-term workers for a while and then leave.

Here, Zhao Fuyun listened to everyone's conversation. Although most of the time they talked about some irrelevant love and romance, occasionally they would talk about things that concerned him.

For example, the health of the current emperor, and why the Jindan Patriarch of Tiandu Mountain went to Kyoto and stayed there once he arrived.

What everyone was talking about in the living room made Zhao Fuyun unwilling to miss his rest time.

Although it is not known whether it is true or not, at least what they said sounded very real, as if they had seen it with their own eyes. Even if someone doubted the source of his information, he could point out which relative of his worked in a certain government office in Kyoto, so as to confirm the source of his information.

Amidst this kind of questioning and dispute, he heard a lot of information, and after excluding those miscellaneous news, he summarized it himself.

The current emperor is suddenly in poor health.

If he died, the "Daozi New Deal" that he had originally wanted to promote would be abandoned.

Some people asked why the prince could not continue. Then some people said that when the prince ascended the throne, he would not be able to compete with the grand master.

Only then did he realize that there was a powerful Grand Tutor in the court who could compete with the imperial power.

The Great Zhou Kingdom did not have a national teacher, but it had a grand teacher, who was the abbot of Luoxian Temple.

The palace masters in Jingque Taoist Palace are all disciples of Luoxian Temple.

Watching them talk about these things, Zhao Fuyun couldn't help but think that men are born to like talking about political affairs and love affairs.

Because everyone can seamlessly connect between politics and romance.

Listening to everyone talking about romantic matters again, he thought to himself, could it be that it was because there was a powerful force like the Grand Tutor in the court that threatened the royal power, and the royal power was unable to separate this force, so it was brought into Tiandu Mountain.

Now the emperor is suddenly seriously ill, so a Jindan ancestor from Tiandu Mountain has entered the palace. Is it to treat the emperor or to balance the power? Zhao Fuyun is not sure, but he knows that this struggle is fierce both in the open and in the dark.

However, I heard everyone talking about a new purple-card dancer who came to the Qunfang Courtyard the day before yesterday. She had excellent dancing skills and a cold look in her eyes, but her dancing was extremely charming. She was barefoot and in a colorful skirt, and everyone who saw her said it was amazing.

Zhao Fuyun knew that they were talking about the Colorful Sword Lady. Looking at the people present, he couldn't help but think that none of them were strong enough for the other party to kill.

Then, everyone turned to the recently killed governor. Someone suddenly asked, "Hasn't it been found out who killed the governor? The governor has built a foundation, is proficient in divination, and has a keen sense of danger. It shouldn't be easy to kill him. The more difficult it is, the more likely it is that there will be traces left. Why can't we find out?"

Everyone was silent for a while, and an old man said, "I heard that this governor is a member of a cult. We have already investigated it and the evidence is conclusive. Everyone should stop talking about him."

"Cult? How could he be a member of a cult? Which cult?" someone asked in surprise.

No one answered him.

After a while, someone said, "Who cares what kind of cult it is? It's a cult anyway." "You can't just slander it like that," someone argued.

"Haha." Someone sneered, "Don't you see what he said in 'Xuan Family New Affairs'? He dared to say that and even published the name list of all the disciples of Tiandu Mountain. He is courting death. If he is not stupid, then he must be a problematic person."

"Doesn't Tiandu Mountain claim to only preach and impart Dharma? How come it's meddling in human affairs too? Why is it afraid of people publishing their name list?" Someone said with some indignation.

Zhao Fuyun looked at the other person, a young man with a cynical look.

"Why are you saying all this? Tiandu Mountain is a place where people preach and teach. Over the years, so many people have returned from studying at Tiandu Mountain. Otherwise, His Majesty would not have brought Tiandu Mountain into the court."

Zhao Fuyun sat there drinking tea silently. Although he had abstained from eating, he drank tea silently in order to be able to sit here and listen to gossip.

He felt relieved in his heart because he discovered that the hidden power of Tiandu Mountain was actually very strong.

There aren’t many people in the mountains, but they are scattered all over the world.

There was a man here who had just started to expose information about Tiandu Mountain, and he died within a few days. Zhao Fuyun felt that there must be someone behind him, but even if there was someone behind him, he still died, and was labeled a cult member after his death.

As for whether he was a real cult member, Zhao Fuyun didn't know, but at this moment he knew that even if he was not, he would be true.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. It has nothing to do with us. Forget about it. Let's drink tea. By the way, Mr. Zhang, did you pick your tea yourself? I think it's very good. Do you have it for sale?"

Not long after, everyone started talking about other things, and then at a certain time, everyone went back to their rooms to draw talismans.

Zhao Fuyun spent a month here painting talismans, painting day and night. Except for listening when everyone was chatting there, he painted day and night and did not even go back to his shop.

Finally, at the end of a month, he was rewarded with 1,300 spirit stones.

He took the spirit stone and returned to his shop. The stove had been extinguished long ago, but the things inside were still there. The talismans on the counter were also still neatly placed there.

He took a piece of wood from behind, and then with a flick of his finger, a flame fell on it, and the room suddenly became bright.

He sat there again, feeling refreshed. In the talisman room of the White Tiger Hall, although the service was very good in all aspects, with beautiful girls serving tea and water, the room was extremely warm and there was a soft bed, but the moment he came back, he still felt that his shop was particularly cordial.

It is said that no place is better than your own doghouse.

When the people from the two neighboring families saw that he had returned, they all looked surprised.

The shopkeeper of the old ink and brush shop looked again and again, and after returning, he said to his female boss: "The guy next door is back, he must have gone to raise money somewhere."

"As long as they don't commit any crimes nearby, don't meddle in other people's business." said the female owner.

"Yes, ma'am."

Huang Donglai just poked his head at the door but didn't come in.

Of course, Zhao Fuyun didn't bother with these things and didn't care what others said.

What he had to do now was to make his own Qi full and his mind sufficient, reaching a state of perfection and harmony, so that he could open the Purple Palace.

Before, he practiced the Taixu Wujie Sutra, and he felt a sense of emptiness all over, as if his body was boundless, so he didn't know what to recite to be satisfied.

And now, after he had sacrificed and refined the Taiyue Divine Seal, using his body as the seal, he began to feel the solidity and contentment.

(End of this chapter)