I am building a fairy garden on earth

Chapter 51
It was a dark and windy night.

In a courtyard in the capital, two old men over half a century old were playing chess by the window.

On one side is Huikong, the abbot of Prajna Temple, dressed in cassock and with nine ring scars on his bald head;

On one side is the Taoist robe and crown, and Xie Honghua, the head of the Chongxu sect, is carrying a sword behind his back.

And there were three other people not far from the window.

Sitting cross-legged and meditating with his eyes closed is Deng Jian, the master of the fierce tiger sect;
Gray hair, but extremely tall and majestic, the one who carefully wiped the sharp sword in his hand by the light of the candle was Lu Zhouyang, the owner of Zhujian Mountain Villa;

The one with a gloomy face, lying on the grand teacher's chair, playing with poisonous scorpions and snakes is Xiang Shao, the leader of the Five Poison Sect.

These five people are all congenital masters who have been famous for many years in the Jianghu. Although their sects are all in Daliang territory, they are far away from the capital.

But at this moment, the five of them gathered in Kyoto! !
Xie Honghua, who was dressed as a Taoist priest, held the sunspots in his hand, looked at the crisscross chessboard, and asked casually, "Old monk, how many years have we not talked so happily?"

"It should be almost 20 years."

The old monk Huikong showed a bit of nostalgia, and said: "I remember that when the benefactor Xie Yunyou came to my temple, he made an appointment to meet and talk a few times. I really didn't expect that we will meet again in this way now."

"Yeah, almost 20 years have passed by now."

Xie Honghua also showed a bit of nostalgia, and said: "The Emperor Sheng Yuan will die soon, and the old Taoist thought that the world will usher in a change, but the current emperor, huh..."

With a sneer in his voice, he said, "It's not as good as his old man..."

"Ugh."

The old monk looked at the starry sky outside the window, sighed, and said: "The world has become so degraded, and I don't know if we monks can educate them."

"Forget it, old monk."

Xiang Shao, the leader of the Five Poison Sect, snorted coldly when he heard the words, and said, "Everyone knows why you and I are here, so why put on such a compassionate face."

"Amitabha."

Hui Kong was neither angry nor defended, and asked calmly after reciting the Buddha's name: "Blesser Xiang, you have been to the palace once, how do you feel?"

"That's it."

Xiang Shao snorted coldly and said, "If the old eunuch from Dongchang hadn't arrived in time last time, nothing would have happened to you."

As he spoke, he glanced at Lu Zhouyang who was wiping the long sword, and said in a joking tone: "I didn't expect that even the Jianjian Villa, which has made swords for immortals, would be involved."

Zhujian Mountain Villa has been passed down for hundreds of years. It is said that its ancestors were just craftsmen in a blacksmith's shop, and met a traveling fairy by chance.

Coincidentally, the immortal's sword shattered because of fighting with humans.

He turned a furnace for the immortal and recast a sword.

The immortal remembered his hard work and passed on his sword-making method.

Such rumors are full of doubts. Most people in the Jianghu think that this is Zhujian Villa putting gold on their faces. Only the people of Zhujian Villa firmly believe in the "immortal transmission of the law" and it has been passed down to the present.

Lu Zhouyang also heard the joke in Xiang Shao's words, but shook his head without arguing with him, still wiping the sharp sword in his hand, and said to himself: "Which ancestor would not have the great sect that can be passed down to today?" Any chance?"

His voice paused, and he asked calmly: "Lu Mou dares to ask, is there no record of encountering an immortal in the Five Poison Sect of Master Xiang?"

"That's true."

Xiang Shao nodded. The Five Poison Sect has also been passed down for hundreds of years, and there are also records of encountering immortals in the classics of the sect. This thing does not explain anything, and it is not known whether it is true or not.

You can't deny the things recorded by your ancestors in front of outsiders, right?

"I haven't seen it before, but there are really many records in the door."

Sitting in meditation with his eyes closed, Deng Jian also opened his eyes at this time, and said, "I just don't know if there are immortals in this world, and if so, how to find the way to cultivate immortals."

"Hehe, I don't know the way to cultivate immortals."

Xiang Shao didn't know what to think of, and jokingly said: "But I can be sure, it must not be like the Emperor Xiaoerxiu..."

"Hehehe..."

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and a young man dressed in plain clothes, but with an elegant demeanor walked in, and beside him was a young eunuch who looked timid.

Several people in the room arched their hands and said: "Your Highness."

"Several seniors don't need to be polite."

The young man waved his hand, and the little eunuch next to him quickly closed the door after entering, as if afraid of being seen by others.

"My uncle was shot to death in the street, and I went to express my condolences today, so I came a little late, and I still want to see the seniors Haihan."

"Your Highness's uncle?"

Xiang Shao was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "But that Zhang Song's second son?"

"Yes."

"I heard that after his death, people in the capital even set off firecrackers to celebrate, which is not a good thing after all."

"The character is indeed inferior."

The young man sighed, and said: "Grandpa was ill when he was young, and he only had my two uncles in middle age, so he indulged me a little bit, but the uncle is fine, but the second uncle is tormenting good families in the capital all day long. If you die, you don't have to worry about it."

"Your Highness has great ambitions, and Xiang admires it."

Xiang Shao arched his hands.

"Amitabha."

The old monk Huikong on the side chanted the Buddha's name, and also echoed: "As the crown prince, the throne of Daliang is in your pocket, but now you have summoned us to do great things, which shows your courage."

"What kind of ambition, what kind of courage, I just can't bear the suffering of the world, and I can't wait so long."

The young man's voice paused, he didn't know what he thought of, he smiled wryly and said: "Father is determined to go his own way, despite the advice of the court ministers, he wants to cut off the future of his children and grandchildren, and send the great Liang to the country.

Time doesn't wait for me, if I don't try to be flexible, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for the day when I'm in charge. "

"His Highness Gao Yi!"

Xie Honghua, the head of the Chongxu Sect, bowed and said, "Your Highness is a blessing to the people of Daliang."

"Senior is wrong."

The prince also returned the gift, saying: "If I am in power, I will definitely sweep away all the ailments in the court, start a new era with the people, get rid of the old and bring forth the new. Of course, I will not break my promise to my seniors."

Several people in the room looked at each other, and they all clasped their hands and said, "Your Highness is serious."

In Jianghu, there are few sects that can be called "martial schools", such as the Chongxu sect, and the Banruo Temple, which has been passed down for nearly a thousand years. Although there are not many disciples, they are all martial arts practitioners.

And the Daliang court had a deep prejudice against the sects of the rivers and lakes, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they suppressed them.

It is better for sects with fixed industries, which can meet the usual expenses and the court's taxation;

Some sects that do not engage in production are miserable. Before, they could still rely on the incense money provided by some disciples and their families to maintain their expenses. Now that the world is getting more and more chaotic, the incense money is naturally less and less, and they live in poverty.

There is less incense money, but the tax collected by the imperial court is not less, not only not less, but the more chaotic the world is, the more and more taxes...

So what if it's an innate realm?
So what if it's a famous school?
Don't you have to worry about sect inheritance?

And the current prince promised that as long as he helps to change the world, he will not only be exempted from taxes, but will also be divided into regions for self-government, and if he meets the corresponding conditions, he can be established as a state religion! !

When a person reaches middle age or old age, it is not that he loses his enterprising spirit, but puts that enterprising spirit on "strengthening the lintel of the gate", "brilliant ancestors", and "making a name for future generations".

The other conditions are fine, but what an honor it would be to establish the sect as the state religion?

To put it bluntly, the tablets after death must be different from those of others, and must be placed in the middle of the ancestral hall. In future ancestor worship festivals, as long as the descendants of later generations come to worship, they must use the head incense to worship .

Which man can refuse to get the head fragrance?

Only when you reach a certain age will you understand that things such as "bringing the ancestors to the ancestors" and "writing into the genealogy" are really attractive.

Moreover, the 'employer' was originally the Prince of Daliang. As long as the emperor died, he would naturally be in line of succession. It didn't take too many steps to change the world.

The last time Xiang Shao was able to get out of the assassination alone, now there are five innate masters who have been invited, and they really can't think of a reason to lose.

So the two hit it off...

(End of this chapter)