114 The Horse Carriage in Crisscrossed Streets (1/2)
Chapter 114: The Horse Carriage in Crisscrossed Streets
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Li Qingshan indifferently asked, ”How can we not be disturbed by the breath of the mortal world as long as we're staying in this mortal world?”
Monk Huang Yang slowly looked up at him and suddenly said something irrelevant, ”Since His Majesty is still in the palace, why are you here?”
”Rules are not living things, but people are. His Majesty stays in the palace most of the time, so do I have to be detained in the palace every day? You can cultivate every day hiding in Wanyan Tower, but as the lord of the South School of Haotian Taoism, I really have many things to do. Moreover, who can do harm to His Majesty in Chang'an City?”
”The South School of Haotian Taoism...” Monk Huang Yang repeated again in a slight voice, on his face appearing a hint of a confusing smile. He softly added, ”The South School was abruptly separated from Haotian Taoism in our Tang Empire. I really don't know how you can resist the fury of the Great Divine Priests' when you return to West-Hill every year.”
Li Qingshan proudly said, ”I close my eyes sitting above the temple without seeing the old faces of those uncles. I pretend to be deaf standing in the peachless peach mountain without listening to the remote solemn bells.
”The South School has paid the amount of the silver taels that they ought to pay each year. What else do they want? To convict me as a betrayer and get me killed? In that case, those old priests in West-Hill have to destroy our Great Tang Empire first.”
Monk Huang Yang smiled without saying anything.
The South School of Haotian Taoism was the product of the balance between the Tang Empire and West-Hill Divine Palace. It actually represented the greatest victory of the Tang Empire in the secular religious wars. One more day that it existed, one more day of embarrassment that the Taoist sublime beings in West-Hill would have. It was not suitable for him to comment too much on such things as he had been cultivating Buddhism skills.
”The Vermilion Bird awakened last night.”
Li Qingshan brought the conversation back to the most previous topic, and said, looking coldly at Monk Huang Yang, ”Whether willing or not, I've disturbed many people. As the Master of the Tang Empire, it's impossible for me to be unable to give answers to those questions that the imperial court poses.”
Monk Huang Yang stared at the Buddhist scriptures on the front table and the bright red handicrafts written in cinnabar on the paper. Then he asked after a moment of silence, ”So you're here to find the answer?”
”A famous Sword Master in Southern City was beheaded before the Vermilion Bird awakened.”
In the cramped tower, Li Qingshan bypassed the wooden table and then quickly walked to the edge of the tower. He looked out through the tiny glass window and his eyesight crossed the forest and summer heat, and finally landed on the steamed Southern City.
”The dead Sword Master was once the document appraiser of the Military Ministry. Few people know that he was a disciple of West-Hill, while his Sword Formulas were from Haotian Taoism. That isn't the crux of the problem, and I'm not here to blame the Tang Empire on behalf of the uncles in West-Hill. What I'm interested in is why the murderer didn't bleed even though his coat was torn by the Sword Master before his death.”
Monk Huang Yang seemed to be deep in thought listening to those words, then he slowly asked, ”Expert at the peak state of Martial Arts?”
Li Qingshan turned around, and settled the sleeves on his back. He then said, quietly watching the monk, ”There's very little possibility that the experts of Martial Arts might get involved, since the experts of Martial Arts in South Jin Kingdom, Yan Kingdom, and other places are under the surveillance of the imperial court. Thus, I suspect that the mortifying monks of Yuelun Kingdom have sneaked in and played tricks.”
”So you're here to find the answer.” The monk smiled and repeated what he said previously.
”There's a legend in the world that you have been to the Unknown Place, and I know it isn't just a legend, but the truth. Then I will certainly ask you things about those mortifying monks in Yuelun Kingdom.”
”I'm from Pingzhou City of the Tang Empire.” Monk Huang Yang became serious, and quietly continued. ”I don't believe that monks of Yuelun Kingdom would sneak into Chang'an City to kill people for no apparent reason.”
”Then how do you explain the bloodless coat of the murderer?” Li Qingshan asked, gazing at his eyes.
Monk Huang Yang replied softly with gentle eyes, ”The Vermilion Bird awakened because of fury. It collects the Breath of Nature as a nameless fire, which is powerful enough to incinerate all the things in the world. Let alone some thick bloodstains, but perhaps the assassin has already become ashes.”
The monk, the younger brother of the emperor, was skilled in Buddhist Dharma, and could easily guess the truth of this matter, which was extraordinary as expected.
However, this could not fully explain every question.
Li Qingshan asked with furrowed eyebrows, ”How many people in the world can make the Vermilion Bird awaken and flare up? Even if you and I tried our hardest, it might just lazily open its eyes to give a simple glance. If it's one of those predecessors, why did he come to Chang'an City to be a killer? Why did he take the risk to get the Vermilion Bird angry, and why were there no omens?”
Monk Huang Yang replied with a smile, ”Still, the sacred items left by previous Sages always have special meanings that lay between activity and potential. How can ordinary people like us understand? If the predecessor who may have been to Chang'an City has really detached the Knowing Destiny State, acquired the ability of Tianqi, and the concept of No Rules, then his purpose of coming to Chang'an can't be guessed at.”