"The heavenly wolf clashes with the throne and Taibai sutras are all signs of great danger. I cannot tempt the king of the country with clever tongue, let alone speak nonsense.

But in my opinion, the dispute over the world and the destiny of the southern country are signs of great prosperity.

The sky wolf is like a green dragon, and the white tiger is like a white tiger. The sign of the star is that the dragon and tiger are walking together. The good and bad luck are all unpredictable, so the purple and dark darkness are uncertain.

However, if the state dynasty survives this disaster and the Fu hexagram becomes the Tai hexagram, the purple stars will shine brightly throughout the sky.

Not only will the country be saved, but the common people are saved.

The southern country will conquer the world and complete the remains of Da Chu, which is a hopeful thing.

Master, think what I said is correct?"

"The national teacher is right."

Monk Yuanwu nodded without comment. This image theory is inherently complicated. It is difficult to say who is right and who is wrong when the same astrology explains different principles.

The explanation of entangled in the colorful flowers on paper is meaningless.

However, the old monk was smart and immediately grasped the key point.

He said:

"If the extreme comes, it is the ultimate truth in the world. My Buddhist theory of cause and effect is also said. If you can overcome disasters, you will be blessed.

But I want to ask, may the national master help the national court overcome the disaster?"

"able!"

Dongling Jun replied softly without hesitation.

This made Monk Yuanwu widen his eyes. The Taoist priest in front of him was really bold.

This man also had an obscure breath. At such a close distance, the whole body's aura was not missing, but the old monk could feel that the person's thoughts were falling on him.

This is clearly a master on the Tianlist.

Just talking about martial arts, I am afraid that it is even more than Monk Yuanwu.

But if the spiritual energy does not exist today, even if there is a magical magic in the immortal family, it will not be used. Monk Yuanwu really doesn’t know that this Taoist priest said that he could save the world, so where does his faith come from?

Could it be, a liar?

"Master listen to me."

Perhaps seeing the old monk's suspicion, Dong Lingjun chuckled and said:

"My faith comes from two places."

"First, the Penglai Immortal Army's military skills are all kinds of battles, and can train the strong army of the world for the country. This is something that the master has seen in Jinling."

"Secondly, I have the method of hoping for qi. The dragon energy in Lin'an City has been destroyed because the fire broke out in the forbidden palace more than 20 years ago, which damaged the earth's veins.

I have a way to remedy it, but I have suffered from the fact that I have no way to absorb dragon energy and suppress national fortunes.

I have discussed this matter with the king. Just like the Great Chu used the seven-star Yaoguang to suppress the country's fortune for more than 300 years, once the dragon energy in Lin'an City recovers, such treasures will be suppressed here."

Dong Lingjun looked at the old monk, he stood up and said in a deep voice:

"I hope that the master can help the country and the people of the world with the help of the people!"

Having said that, Monk Yuanwu’s heart was already clear.

Today, Zhao Ming and Master Dongling came here. It turned out that they were coming from the Buddhist treasure soldiers and Zen staff in Nirvana Temple.

There is indeed a remnant of the dragon soul in the Qionglong Buddha's Staff.

It is not a fantasy to fall into the hands of those with real skills, guide them with the dragon rhyme, and help the formation left by Da Chu to gather the dispersed dragon energy again.

As for the national fortune, it was mysterious and mysterious. Even though Monk Yuanwu was willing to refuse, he could not refute the matter of Donglingjun carrying out the country's seven stars.

In the Great Chu Dynasty, there were indeed seven stars Yaoguang who suppressed the country's destiny.

The old monk lived for a long time and saw the fierce sword with his own eyes when the Great Chu was in its prime.

Qiulong and the Seven Star Yaoguang are the same level of treasure blades in the world. Logically speaking, the things that the Seven Star Yaoguang can do are Qiulong.

Although, the old monk Yuanwu did not think that the national fortune of the Great Chu Dynasty could last for more than 300 years, it was just because the seven-star Yaoguang suppressed the national fortune.

"The old monk is willing to help the country, but the Qiulong is a property left by his ancestors, not the private property of the old monk."

It is related to the foundation of the Nirvana Temple. No matter how clear the old monk is, he can't ignore it.

He stood up and was about to decline.

But before he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Ming handing over a jade scroll edict, and the young king also prayed in his eyes.

The old monk took the edict and took a look at the Buddhist beads in his hand and stopped.

"If the master helps, the country will immediately announce it to the world!"

Dongling Jun said in a deep voice:

"After this, in the southern territory, only Buddhism is respected, and the country and the people are willing to follow the master to establish a Buddha country on earth."

"this"

The old monk Yuanwu's eyes gathered, and he looked at Donglingjun, who waved his whisk and said softly:

"I am not a clever person to take advantage of the situation, nor is it that he threatens the master to hand over the Qiulong with the great rise of Buddhism.

I and the king of the country just asked the master to bring the Qiulong to the Taihe Palace of the Forbidden Palace to stop the Lin'an dragon energy from dissipating. After the dragon energy is completely restored, the master can leave at any time."

The young king wanted to advise him again, but Dongling Jun reached out to stop him.

The long tone was gentle and said to the king:

"Your Majesty, what we are asking today is also of great importance to Master Yuanwu and Nirvana Temple. You cannot force the Master to make a decision immediately.

It’s better to escort Your Majesty back to the palace first and give Master Yuanwu enough time to think about the importance of it.”

“Oh, that’s fine.

This dragon stick is the foundation of Nirvana Temple. National affairs are important, but they are related to inheritance and are also important. I am too anxious and I hope the master will not mind it."

Zhao Ming stood up and said a few words to the old monk when he heard this.

Under the escort of Donglingjun, he left the yard and got on a black carriage under the Huben Guard's guards and marched outside Nirvana Temple.

After the king left, not long after, the mustard seed monk wearing a gray cloth robes came out of the courtyard and brought the master the soup to remove the cold poison.

But when I entered the yard, I found that the master had not recuperated.

The old monk stood under the big tree in the yard, with his back facing the far door, and his back looked even more hunched than before.

"Master, you"

The mustard seed monk stepped forward and was about to ask, but was interrupted by the old monk waved his hand.

The old monk Yuanwu sighed and handed the jade scroll edict in his hand to his disciple, saying:

"Go to summon the seven elders of the Zen Buddhism and the Wuzong in the temple. The old monk has important matters to discuss with them."

The Mustard Monk looked at the edict, his eyes narrowed, turned around and flew out of the yard.

Watching the disciple leave, the old monk Yuanwu carried his hands on his back and looked at the direction of the Forbidden Palace. His clear eyes became a little turbid at this time.

"The fate of the Southern Dynasty is about to be astigmatized, so why do you need the old monk to suppress it?"

"Don't ask the people, just ghosts and gods. Zhao Biao is dead. Zhao Lian goes to Qilu again. In Lin'an City, it is really a group of demons dancing around."

"Oh, Amitabha, the old monk has the heart to escape the fountain, but he is helpless, the evil spirit is in the world."—

"Do you recognize that national teacher?"

Outside Nirvana Temple, Huaqing and Liu Zhuoran fell quietly from the high wall and merged into the crowd.

He looked at Liu Zhuoran who was holding the long sword beside him, and then looked at the carriage behind him leaving Nirvana Temple under the escort of Hu Ben Guard.

He whispered to the people around him:

"Have you seen him?"

"That's, Dongling Jun!"

Liu Zhuoran's tone was quite uneasy, and it contained unspeakable pain.

"Your master?"

Hua Qing said in surprise:

"Didn't you say that he is calm and never enters the world? Why did he come to the Southern Dynasty to be the national teacher?"

"That's Dongling Jun, but not my master."

Liu Zhuoran shook his head and looked at the carriage leaving behind him. He said in a deep voice:

"The same face, exactly the same. But the movements, expressions, and temperaments all look like another person, just like another soul in the skin."

"I see."

Hua Qing always has a smile on her face, and it will get colder now.

He closed the folding fan and said decisively to Liu Zhuoran:
Chapter completed!