This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 202 Buddhist formation
The next day.

Clear skies.

Zhuque Street, which used to be less lively in the capital, suddenly became overcrowded.

Zhuque Street used to be mainly populated by gangsters, and there were many gangs.

Weiwei can be considered a no-no-no zone in Beijing.

It was still early at this time, but a large platform was built in just two days on a large square at the end of Zhuque Street.

The table is surrounded by steps-style seats from top to bottom.

There is a pear wood ceiling between each seat, and there are tables next to it.

Tables one after another and ceiling seats one after another formed a vast square.

Looking at it, it’s just that these seats cost a lot of money.

Of course, this luxurious seat only has the east side, and the remaining three sides, west, south, and north, are bare.

At this time, fruit plates, fruit wine and other items were being placed on the tables next to the ceilings by maids in palace attire.

Simply because the sun is not shining brightly today, it has already passed the early autumn and has entered the late autumn.

There is a slight chill in the air.

As time passed slowly, the entire square went from a few and a few people to now being overcrowded.

The place, which was not luxurious on three sides, gradually became crowded with people.

But the decorations of these people don't look very luxurious.

On the west side, it's okay. You can vaguely see a few rich businessmen with luxurious clothes. You can see the shadow of some rich people in the respectful actions of the servants.

It's just that the north and south sides...are filled with civilians in civilian clothes. Some are carrying swords and folding their arms. They have an aura that keeps pedestrians away. Some are dressed in sackcloth and don't care about their own image. They just stand on tiptoe with their heads raised. Point your toes and look towards the centermost table.

"The Royal Guards used the road, pedestrians should leave quickly!"

A loud voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone looked over subconsciously.

I saw a group of black-armored hard brigade with about 2000 people marching toward the square neatly.

Each of these black-armored soldiers were wearing armor, and their eyes were full of solemnity. Anyone else who looked at them would be frightened. .

The whole place was quiet, no one dared to say anything.

The leading general issued a few orders, and the 2000 people were divided into four teams in a very short period of time. Each team went to the four directions, southeast, northwest, and stood in the first row dispersedly.

Tightly control the order of the scene.

"Jingzhao Mansion is doing business, there are many people waiting, please evacuate quickly."

There was another voice, and everyone looked towards the entrance door again.

Suddenly, a group of government officials came in from the door.

These government officials were armed with steel knives and had sharp eyes, and every step was like measuring.

Ordinary civilians might not be able to tell, but the eyes of the people in the arena were slightly condensed.

"These are masters."

There is no shortage of people with vision in the world of martial arts.

"It seems that the court attaches great importance to this event."

"Who among the top and bottom of Dayong does not pay attention to me? Those old bald donkeys in Buddhism are all thinking about regaining the ancestral glory..."

There was naturally a curse in his voice.

"Haha, so what? The contemporary Buddhist disciples have all been defeated by my little Lu Fengpei with two moves. So what if I put down this Buddhist formation that is rumored to never come back?"

"........."

The patriotism of the people of Dayong and the people of Jianghu has never been lacking.

Just as everyone was discussing, another voice sounded.

It's just that this voice is different from the previous two.

It was a cold female voice.

"Pei Yinlang is out on the street!"

A simple sentence.

The atmosphere at the scene was immediately tense.

Everyone looked up.

I saw a group of black brocade and white jade slowly appearing.

At a glance, there must be hundreds of people.

The leader was a cool and heroic woman.

Different from other clothes of black brocade and white jade, this woman's clothes are of fiery red color, her steps are vigorous, and she travels like a tiger.

Quiet.

Everyone watched quietly as Pei Yinlang entered the team.

Shangguan walked among the crowd, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

From the moment he left the yamen, Shangguan's eyes had turned on radar mode, as if he could foresee all the dangers in the world.

Scan for every potential danger that may arise.

Watch every corner.

"Pei Yinlang's people are always so hard to look at!"

"Yes! The leader is Pei Yinlang, a cold beauty who has risen in recent years... Rumor has it that she is a high-quality warrior."

"Hey, why didn't you see Xiao Lu Fengpei? It's such a pity not to see Xiao Lu Fengpei at such a grand event."

"Yes, if you can see it with your own eyes, you will really have no regrets in this life if you can defeat a Buddhist disciple with two moves!"

"........."

After Lu Yuanzhi's rise to fame, Pei Yinlang's reputation is no longer as scary as before, and the people still have a hint of recognition.

. . .

"Amitabha."

A Buddhist chant suddenly sounded.

Everyone in the square was stunned.

Everyone subconsciously looked towards the center of the square.

A group of monks suddenly appeared on the platform in the center of the square.

In other words, he appeared on the stage quietly.

"This is……"

Everyone was stunned.

After these monks appeared on the stage, they dispersed on the stage.

After they dispersed, all the monks sat on the ground quietly, sitting cross-legged.

The leading old monk ignored the looks of so many people present and quietly turned the beads in his hand.

Sitting next to the old monk was the young monk Yingchen.

Xiao Yingchen still looked at everyone clearly, feeling excited in her heart.

This was the first time he had seen such a grand scene since coming to Dayong.

It can almost be said to be a sea of ​​people.

The scene was even grander than the previous days when they were competing on Xuanwu Street.

"How did these monks appear?"

"Brother Wang, you are well-informed, can you tell?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be the magical power Mirror Flower, Water Moon, which can only be cultivated at level [-] or above of Buddhism..."

"........."

The whole square started talking about it.

The square, which can accommodate nearly ten thousand people, began to discuss what kind of scene it would be like...

The sound is like a honeycomb.

Just when everyone was talking about it.

Officials began to arrive.

An extremely luxurious sedan began to appear slowly.

The first people to enter were some officials whose names could not be named.

But even so, they still kept their eyes open and slowly walked to the most luxurious of all the southeast, northwest and southeast stands. It was the east stand where every seat had a wooden shed and a small table.

As time passed slowly, the stands on the east side began to become fuller.

Only the first three rows were left sitting in twos and threes.

“Isn’t that the sedan chair from Dali Temple?!!”

Suddenly, a sedan appeared at the entrance of the square, and people who knew the goods had already begun to educate the people around them.

The sedan slowly stopped and several people got off the sedan.

"Master Hai!!"

"What Mr. Hai!??"

"Young Master Hai from Qinghe Academy! The only one who can compete with contemporary Buddhists and force that young monk to vomit blood!"

"Oh, let me go! What a Mr. Hai!"

"How did Mr. Hai get down from the sedan chair in Dali Temple?"

"I do not know……"

Some sharp-eyed spectators looked over instantly.

Hai Wuyan's reputation has also spread among the people at an extremely fast speed in the past few days.

At this time, Hai Wuyan and his cousin were following behind his uncle.

The uncle is the young minister of Dali Temple. Apparently he did not attend the morning court today, but came out from home.

"Qu Chen has gained quite a reputation these days."

The uncle could naturally hear the comments from the people around him.

Halfway through, he couldn't help but speak in a teasing tone.

The corner of Wu Yao's mouth twitched slightly: "It's just a name."

In fact, the last thing he wants is to spread his reputation.

After all, being famous for failing challenges... isn't really a good reputation. .

It's really hard to accept his arrogant temperament. .

The uncle slowly entered the room with Hai Wuyan.Another sedan stopped at the door.

"That's... the sedan chair of the Criminal Department!"

"The sedan chair from the Ministry of Etiquette is here too!"

"Tobu's..."

The sounds one after another sounded slowly.

Those bored melon-eating people were amazed.

Almost all the heads of the entire imperial court of Dayong have arrived.

"Ji Xuan's sedan chair!"

"The thief's sedan? Where is it?"

"Hush! Shut up!!"

"Speak calmly... Pei Yinlang's people are all here!"

"........."

Ji Xuan came by carriage.

A carriage that rams dare to drive.

The two people got out of the car and slowly came to the venue.

At this time, when Shangguan saw Ji Xuan's arrival, he seemed to have found an organization and came to respond.

"Ji Gong."

Shangguan Baoquan saluted lightly.

"Ah."

Ji Xuan smiled kindly and nodded in response.

"Let's go, take a seat first, His Majesty should be here soon."

"Yes."

After exchanging a few words, everyone slowly took their seats.

By this time, the entire square, and the seats on the east side that were originally sparse, were almost all occupied.

Ji Xuan slowly came to his seat and sat down. Shangguan and Gongyang Gan stood beside him.

The combination of three people is already the most powerful symbol of military significance in Dayong.

…………

"Your Majesty is here in person!!!"

"Your Majesty is here in person!!!"

"Your Majesty is here in person!!!"

Three repeated sounds suddenly sounded throughout the square.

Now all eyes are looking towards the entrance door.

Even the old monk on the stage couldn't help but open his eyes.

A dragon slowly drove into the venue.

Above Long Chu is Jianhong, who is dressed up to attend.

At this time, Jianhong was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, with a look of contempt for the majesty of the world.

On the left and right are the current crown prince and His Majesty's most favored princess, Chang Le.

Following Jianhong was a group of soldiers in red armor.

"Your Majesty!"

all directions.

There was only one voice in the entire square.

Neat and grand.

It was as if the most loyal believer had seen his own god.

Jianhong looked around calmly.

After getting off the Dragon Boat Festival, with the help of the eunuch, he reached the seat where he should sit.

Quietly looking at the old monk on the stage.

As Jianhong took his seat, everyone's eyes became eager.

Everyone knows that the show is about to begin.

as predicted.

Just after Jianhong took his seat.

The old monk's voice sounded slowly.

Without hesitation at all.

"King to Emperor Dayong, we, the Buddhas in the West, together with the disciples of Buddhism today, send their regards to Emperor Dayong."

The sound was like a gentle breeze, resounding throughout the square.

In the square with more than [-] people, everyone heard clearly.

No one dared to speak, they all looked in Jianhong's direction quietly.

"I'm safe."

Jianhong just nodded calmly.

Quietly watching the monks on the stage.

His eyes were as indifferent as looking at ants.

"In response to the words of the late emperor, my Buddha's people can come back now, so I set up the formation of the three questions before the Buddha."

The old monk, also known as Hui Quan, had equally indifferent eyes.

"Dayong has three chances to enter the formation. The one who appears in the formation once will be considered Dayong's winner."

"Victor of Great Yong, I, the Buddha, have no face to talk about the affairs of Yong."

"The winner of the Buddha array, my Buddha's entry into the Great Yong will be the general trend!"

Although the voice is still calm.

But it was transmitted to the ears of everyone present with incomparable clarity.

The confident tone touches everyone's heart.

"Ah."

There is nothing to say about this.

Everyone stared coldly at the old monk on the stage.

After hearing Jianhong's reply, the old monk no longer hesitated and shouted the Buddha's name.

"Let's fight."

The voice just fell.

The monks scattered around the stage opened their eyes directly, and their eyes glowed with golden light.

The next moment, all the monks stood up.

Fozi Yingchen slowly walked to the center.

The old monk narrowed his eyes slightly, took out a scroll from his arms, and threw it into the air, just above Yingchen's head: "Mi!"

A Sanskrit sound sounded slowly.

"Boom!", the next moment, a huge Buddha statue appeared out of thin air above the capital.

Everyone looked up and saw that the Buddha statue was as huge as a mountain range.

Covering the entire capital!

The Buddha's eyes are closed.

But everyone could see it clearly, and the warm golden halo emitted by the Buddha statue made people want to get closer.

"Is this the power of Buddhism?"

Everyone stared blankly at the huge Buddha statue. .

"receive!"

Another simple Sanskrit sound came from the old monk's mouth.

Then, the huge Buddha statue slowly shrank, until finally, it shrank to a size of dozens of feet.

It also occupies the entire stage.

It wasn't until the Buddha statue passed through the crowd that everyone realized that it was just a virtual image of the Buddha.

The Buddha statue enveloped all the monks on the stage.

"Straight bitch, this Buddhist thing has some skills!"

"Indeed, I think the most important thing about this Buddhist magical power is the human spirit and heart. When I saw the Buddha statue in the sky, I almost wanted to become a monk..."

"I'm afraid it won't be easy to get into this formation!"

"........."

The Buddha statue just now silenced all Dayong people in the square.

The people in the Jianghu who were still a little contemptuous just now no longer know what to say. .

east.

Jianhong looked at Ji Xuan beside him calmly.

Ji Xuan naturally knew what Jianhong was going to ask after seeing the look in his eyes.

"It's just a virtual image of the formation. It only has its appearance and does not pose any danger."

Ji Xuan smiled calmly.

"Ah."

When Jianhong heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he was obviously interested in the Buddhist method of showing the saint in front of others. .

"Invite the Yong Brave to come to the stage!"

Hui Quan's voice sounded slowly. .

Jianhong glanced calmly at Ji Xuan, who was not far away from him.

"Ji Xuan, where are your people?"

"Hehe, we'll be there soon."

Ji Xuan frowned slightly and looked towards the entrance door.

At this moment, at the entrance to the entrance, an unremarkable figure slowly appeared...

(End of this chapter)