Film and Television: The Great Feng Sword Immortal, starting with Lingyue's updo hairstyle

The next day.

Master Du'e went to court and made an agreement with the supervisor.

The Buddhist sect and the Great Feng sect will engage in a battle of magic, and the stakes are the Diamond Sutra and the Heavenly Secrets Disc!

With the arrival of Buddhist monks in the capital, the Jiaofangsi (Imperial Music Bureau) became busier than ever before.

A drunken swordsman threw down his cup and stood up, hiccuping as he pointed at the crowd and cursed them.

"I had long heard that extravagance was rampant in the capital, with everyone from high-ranking officials to commoners indulging in pleasure, but I didn't believe it at first. Now, after only ten days in the capital, all I see are the stench of wine and meat in the mansions of the rich."

"A bunch of stinking monks dare to swagger around in the capital region of my Great Feng, and no expert has stopped them, just standing by and watching!"

“Last night, a Buddhist master descended in his Dharma form and questioned the Director of the Imperial Observatory in our capital city of Dafeng. This is truly intolerable.”

His companions rushed forward, tossed him a few pieces of silver, and dragged him out of the brothel.

The opera continued, but the guests' conversation shifted to the Buddhist delegation.

"This Buddhist sect is truly arrogant! Our Great Feng Dynasty has suppressed Buddhism for four hundred years, yet they dare to preach in the city. In the north of the city, countless families have converted to Buddhism. I heard that some people have even donated their entire fortunes to build temples for eminent Buddhist monks!"

"The imperial court doesn't care. Does the Great Feng have any fear of Buddhism? Think back to the Battle of Shanhai Pass twenty years ago. How powerful the Great Feng was then."

"Alas, the imperial court has become increasingly corrupt over the years."

"Shh, don't say such things."

"..."

The more we discuss it, the closer we get to the Great Feng Law.

At this moment, a servant from the government office came running down the street carrying a gong, banging it and shouting, "The Directorate of Astronomy wants to have a magical duel with a high-ranking Buddhist monk! The Directorate of Astronomy wants to have a magical duel with a high-ranking Buddhist monk!"

"Everyone, go to the notice board and look at the imperial edict! Everyone, go to the notice board and look at the imperial edict!"

Upon hearing this, everyone got up and headed towards the inner city gate.

Not long after.

A large crowd surged towards the inner city gate.

The soldiers guarding the city and a few night watchmen were responsible for maintaining order and listening to the people in the front row read the proclamation.

The announcement was very simple.

The gist of the matter is that the Western Regions delegation came from afar and was warmly welcomed by the imperial court. After friendly consultations, they jointly formulated a concept of sustainable development, and the relationship between the two countries will become closer, with everyone making progress together and working hard to become rich.

Then, the eminent monk from the Western Regions proposed to have a magical contest with the Imperial Observatory to exchange "technical skills," and the Imperial Observatory readily agreed.

The two sides will hold a grand contest of magic tomorrow in the main square of the Star Gazing Tower. At that time, the people of the city are welcome to go and watch.

Although he said a lot, very few of his words were actually useful.

They didn't say a word about how to fight or what to fight about.

……

Star Observation Tower.

Chu Caiwei stood at the edge of the Bagua Platform, looking down at the view.

"Teacher, the monks are here to cause trouble! Are you planning to fight them yourself?" Chu Caiwei said, pulling a pastry out of her pocket, not at all afraid of making things worse.

The supervisor sipped his wine, basked in the sun, and was quite content.

“Caiwei, if the teacher is to intervene, even the Bodhisattva himself will have to come. Du’e wants to engage in a magical contest with me, not a physical fight.”

"Then who do you want to send into battle?"

Chu Caiwei tilted her head and began to analyze quickly.

"Senior Sister Zhong Li is plagued by misfortune, killing eight hundred enemies but losing eight thousand of her own."

“Senior Brother Song and I are both alchemists and not good at fighting. Second Senior Brother is not in the capital... Only Senior Brother Yang can fight.”

When the supervisor heard Yang Qianhuan's name, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Why is the teacher sighing?" Chu Caiwei blinked.

"Unfortunately, your senior brother Yang suffered a qi deviation during his practice yesterday and is unable to participate in the battle."

"what?"

Chu Caiwei was taken aback. The pastries in her mouth lost their flavor. She frowned and asked worriedly.

"What should we do then?"

"I'm annoyed too, so I need you to go to the palace and ask His Majesty for someone."

Chapter 92 ~ 861; 064746 - The Battle Begins, Everyone's Expectations

Just past noon, Emperor Yuanjing was studying Taoist scriptures at Lingbao Temple, listening to the female national teacher expound on the profound meaning of the classics.

However, Emperor Yuanjing could not calm down and was absent-minded.

The affairs of Buddhism weighed heavily on Emperor Yuanjing's mind.

The Buddhist dharma images are making a name for themselves in Kyoto, which is a slap in the face to the Great Feng.

This move by the Buddhist community is also a slap in his face.

More importantly, it seems that the Great Feng Dynasty will have a hard time regaining its dignity.

Buddhism seems to be growing stronger than ever before.

However, the Great Feng Dynasty has been on a downward spiral.

"Is Your Majesty troubled by the matter of the magical duel?"

Luo Yuheng asked softly.

Emperor Yuanjing hesitated for a moment and said, "Although I have full confidence in the Supervisor, the Buddhist sect has come prepared this time... If we lose the contest of magic, what face will the Great Feng have left?"

Emperor Yuanjing made no attempt to hide his worries.

The Buddhist monks' arrogance in Kyoto has already aroused dissatisfaction among many people and has also put pressure on the Great Feng Imperial Family.

If we lose the contest of magic, then we won't be stepping on the head of the Great Feng.

That's like stepping on someone's head while simultaneously letting them poop a huge pile!

Emperor Yuanjing certainly could not tolerate this outcome.

“The warlock system is quite unique, as it doesn’t prioritize combat strength, which is indeed not very reliable,” Luo Yuheng said slowly.

Among all systems today, the Warlock system has the weakest combat power. Its strength lies not in individual combat power, but in enhancing national power.

One of the key factors that made the Great Feng army invincible was its superior military equipment, and those ingenious siege weapons, cannons, ballistae, and so on all came from the Imperial Observatory.

This is something that other systems cannot do.

Ninth-rank physicians save lives and heal the wounded, while eighth-rank geomancers and seventh-rank feng shui masters are skilled in geomancy and improving feng shui; these are all extremely powerful auxiliary skills.

Even fourth-rank formation masters are actually support roles; their greatest strength lies not in combat, but in crafting magical artifacts.

Warlocks need to be affiliated with the dynasty; the two have a symbiotic relationship.

This is also why Emperor Yuanjing trusted the Imperial Observatory so much.

Upon hearing Luo Yuheng's words, Emperor Yuanjing's brows furrowed even more deeply.

If the Imperial Observatory is no good, then who can rival Buddhism?

Luo Yuheng suddenly spoke up: "Your Majesty, why don't you go and invite the Dean of Yunlu Academy?"

Among all the systems, the warriors are the strongest in combat.

But if we're talking about which system is the most complete and without any shortcomings, then it's Confucianism.

Confucianism can handle any situation; no matter how sophisticated the methods of Buddhism are, Confucianism can still resolve it.

If we're talking about Confucianism from two hundred years ago, it was at its zenith, unmatched by any other cultivation system.

Emperor Yuanjing's eyes brightened slightly, but he quickly shook his head.

"Grand Preceptor, last year I intended to appoint Dean Zhao to an official position, but he refused."

The implication was that he couldn't persuade the scholars of Yunlu Academy to come.

During the conversation, the old eunuch hurried in and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, a report has come from the palace that Chu Caiwei from the Imperial Observatory is requesting an audience on the orders of her master."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Yuanjing said, "I am listening to the Imperial Preceptor's sermon and will not return to the palace. Have her come to Lingbao Temple to see me."

The old eunuch accepted the order and left.

It's easy to guess why the supervisor sent people; it must be about the magical duel.

"The supervisor is probably concerned about the magical duel. The Grand Preceptor should also listen and offer his advice."

As the leader of the Human Sect and a second-rank expert, Luo Yuheng can help him analyze the situation.

Upon receiving the summons, Chu Caiwei immediately left the palace, rode her horse and followed the guards to Lingbao Temple, passed through gardens and ancestral halls, and arrived at a small courtyard deep within the temple.

"Miss Caiwei, please."

An elderly eunuch in a python robe stood at the entrance of the courtyard, smiling and gesturing for the guests to enter.

She hummed in agreement, then stepped lightly through the courtyard into the quiet room, her skirt swaying gently.

Inside the quiet room, Emperor Yuanjing and Luo Yuheng sat facing each other across a tea table. On the tea table sat a Taoist classic and an incense burner, from which wisps of smoke rose.

Chu Caiwei glanced around and, seeing no delicious pastries on the table, disappointedly looked away.

She bowed to Emperor Yuanjing and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty, and greetings, Imperial Preceptor."

Looking at this innocent and lovely girl, Emperor Yuanjing felt a little relieved and smiled, saying:

"Why has the Imperial Censor summoned you to see me?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Caiwei frowned and delivered some bad news.

"That's right, my third senior brother Yang Qianhuan accidentally suffered a qi deviation while practicing yesterday."

"My second senior brother isn't in the capital, and neither are my senior brother Song nor I good at fighting..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Emperor Yuanjing's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

He said in a deep voice, "What? Yang Qianhuan has suffered a qi deviation during his cultivation?"