Fu Canglu

Chapter 201
Buddha Relics (21)

Luoyang.

Inside the Peony Pavilion, outside the green curtain lotus platform.

Not far from the stage, watching the opera in the symbolic red pavilion were two great figures at the peak of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

As for the emperor and his wife, they had been watching the play in the red pavilion tepidly for an hour.

The play on the stage I watched was a well-known puppet show during the Shifu period.

A puppet in a loose costume, cries and laughs on the stage, happy, angry, sad and joyful, and spends his whole life.

This is a puppet show, simple and direct, the puppet's joy, anger, laughter and laughter are straightforward, and the plot is often extremely dramatic.

The master behind the scenes of this drama is naturally the great master of the purple robe.

Cao Zhixuan smiled slightly.

He sat here for an hour, and now he finally waited for the end of this puppet show, and it was about to end.

Li Yu frowned slightly.

The owner of Fengxian Palace finally couldn't hold back his temper, and he didn't want to brush off that person's interest, so he could only speak softly: "You have never cared about anything other than the political affairs of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Why did you think of taking me with you today? Watching a play?"

Cao Zhixuan laughed softly: "Family affairs are national affairs and world affairs, family affairs come first, and state affairs come second. In my heart, you matter the most."

Li Yu took a deep breath, and couldn't believe what this man said.

"What?" Cao Zhixuan said softly, "Don't you like it? Then I won't bring you here in the future."

Li Yu looked deeply at the man who always put himself at the highest point in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

He didn't claim to be me.

He really wanted to watch a play with him.

And Cao Zhixuan sighed slightly, and said: "I think you don't have the heart to watch this play again."

Li Yu was in a trance.

Cao Zhixuan said softly: "Fengxian. I have been thinking that in this vast world, all living beings in the Buddha, the emperor and the commoner have their own destiny. In the end, they are nothing but a handful of loess. When the curtain comes down, no matter how unwilling you are, you will inevitably The end of the play's finale."

He stretched out a finger and pointed to the green curtained lotus platform.

The stage had come to the end, and the puppet who looked like a boy in black lost his soul on the stage. Finally, his knee hit the ground heavily, and the puppet who looked like a girl in his arms scattered all over the place.

They were originally puppets on the stage, and with a little soul power from the people behind the scenes, they could perform their own lives on the stage.

But they never know whether their life is a comedy or a tragedy, it was already doomed at the moment of their birth.

This is a tragic thing.

The young man in black on the stage had long hair loose, covering the puppet's face.

As a puppet, there are no tears.

But if he was asked to cry in the play, he had to cry.

But who knows whether those tears contain the sadness of this puppet?

"The eight great kingdoms in the Spring and Autumn Period, the flames of war, the bloodshed and the oars." Cao Zhixuan said sadly: "The final winners, who can continue to wrestle on this stage, are only the Northern Wei and Qi Liang."

"Northern Wei."

"My Northern Wei Dynasty."

This man, who took off his dragon robe and was still looking at the world with disdain, had a voice that sounded like an ordinary person, yet he said such a sentence.

"My Northern Wei Dynasty, I don't want to end, before, now, after this."

"I want to see the incense of the Northern Wei Dynasty continue, westward, and then southward, the Northern Wei cavalry will eventually break through thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and finally break through all of this stage."

"I want to see Li Qing's white robe hanging on the top of Bachi Mountain in the Chess Palace!"

"I want to see that the Confucian scholars of the [-]th Dao of Qi and Liang kneel down and surrender willingly!"

"I am younger than Xiao Wang, so I have the patience to wait!"

"One year!"

"ten years!"

"I've gathered the Northern Wei Dynasty, holding thousands of miles of floating soil in my hands, and it won't take long. The Northern Wei Dynasty will be a piece of iron, with enough strength, to replace me and challenge the whole world!"

Then the young Northern Wei emperor stopped suddenly.

The voice of swallowing mountains and rivers came to an abrupt end.

He suddenly said softly: "But Qi Liang had such three princes. These three Xiao family members must be a serious problem for the future of the Northern Wei Dynasty. So these years... I have been envious, jealous, and hated."

Li Yu finally understood what Cao Zhixuan meant.

His gaze fell gently on his slightly protruding belly.

Then the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty did not hide his smile at all, and said with a bold smile: "It's a pity that the Northern Wei Dynasty already has a young master in the future, and he will definitely not be worse than these three young pythons."

I saw such a play.

Li Yu was a little perplexed, maybe this man just wanted to say this.

"There are three young pythons in Qiliang. They have to go through all kinds of disasters before they can transform into dragons." Cao Zhixuan smiled and said, "At this moment, there are two young pythons in Luoyang, Northern Wei Dynasty."

"Xiao Buyi has come to Luoyang with the Cangsheng Seal in his arms." Cao Zhixuan said softly: "Nowadays Luoyang is precarious, and outside this wooden gate is the real city full of murder. He wants to take advantage of the most turbulent time since Luoyang was founded. Turn yourself into a dragon."

The master of Fengxian Palace heard some strange meanings from Cao Zhixuan's words.

Luoyang is precarious?

Outside this wooden door, is the city full of chills?

"I don't want to hide it from you." Cao Zhixuan said softly, "Xuan Shangyu wants to clean the Eight Great Families and that white-robed old fox in one fell swoop. Except here, the whole of Luoyang will pay a heavy price."

Li Fengxian raised his head, his eyes were full of shock.

It is extremely rare for the owner of Fengxian Palace to lose his voice: "Are you crazy?"

Cao Zhixuan shook his head, and said in a cold voice: "The Eight Great Families are a help, but at the same time they will be the greatest resistance to the Northern Wei Dynasty. They are outside the secular world, but they can intervene in the secular affairs. Just talk about the old lady Tang and The old Buddha of the Zhong family, the Buddha skeletons back then couldn’t imprison the two of them. Uncontrollable factors like this, who knows if they still exist among the Eight Great Families? How many are still hidden?”

"What do you want to do?" Li Fengxian's heart beat violently.

"Borrowing a knife to kill someone." Cao Zhixuan said softly, "Just do a cleaning."

"The Eight Great Families are willing to lend me the celestial artifacts of the Northern Wei Dynasty. In the future Western Expedition, it is a very good thing." Cao Zhixuan said with a smile: "But the Eight Great Families. There are too many, aren't they? In this world, where do we need them?" So many people?"

"One family is enough." Cao Zhixuan said indifferently: "During the Western Expedition, he will be in charge of the celestial artifacts. It doesn't matter how many other families are left, as long as they are all vassals."

"It doesn't matter how many people there are in the world, and it doesn't matter what the surname is, but... I must be surnamed Beiwei, not Qiliang, and even less Xixia!"

The man stood up flatly.

"Zong Heng has already been ordered to go outside Luoyang City to stop Xiao Buyi who is the only one who can break the situation."

"The rest is the good show that I really want to take you to see."

Cao Zhixuan stretched out a hand, rubbed the top of Li Yu's head with a smile, messed up her black hair, and said softly, "Look, Luoyang's Nirvana is reborn!"

A very secret mansion somewhere in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The great master in purple shirt smiled and looked at the ancient scroll, ignoring the second great master in purple shirt who was restrained by layers of elemental force behind him.

"There is drama both inside and outside the stage."

"Good show."

Xuan Shangyu, who obviously had a sense of self-consciousness, said softly: "My deity, are you anxious to get out of trouble? Want to come to Luoyang to integrate my consciousness, want to take that step, and rely on the two ways of immortals and Buddhas to become a different kind of immortal?"

"You look so beautiful. Don't think so beautiful."

Xuan Shangyu gently pinched a chess piece.

"Water moon."

"Through the mirror."

"This Buddha skeleton is originally the reincarnation that traps those lost people. In the final analysis, it is just a dreamlike dream."

Xuan Shangyu stared at this chess piece in a daze, and murmured: "But why... are you just a chess piece?"

Then he raised his eyebrows slightly, and his face became indifferent.

The softness in the eyes was swept away.

Xuan Shangyu's voice was extremely indifferent: "It's just a chess piece, just fulfill the obligations of a chess piece."

Press your fingertips hard.

Click.

A crack appeared in that chess piece at this moment.

A crack appeared on the entire ancient scroll.

A trace of yuan power curled up on this chess piece.

Not too much pressure is exerted on the cracks of this chess piece, and this chess piece will continue to crack until it is finally destroyed.

"Okay. Then, the story of Buddha's bones should end here."

Xuan Shangyu smiled, stood up, walked to the second Zishan, and then squatted down.

He looked at himself with a calm face.

"Buddhist Sansheng Jue?"

With a calm face, he slapped the purple-robed man hard on the face.

With this slap, the man with the same appearance as himself spurted out a mouthful of blood, and even violently coughed up the black blood from his lungs.

"You still want to work for that deity until now?"

second palm.

The master of Zishan who beat him coughed out his soul.

The master Zishan, who was trapped so tightly, raised his head in disbelief, and looked at the man who had slapped half of his soul with a slap.

His eyes were full of fear and deep bewilderment.

"Are you curious? Do you want to know why I can play your soul?"

Xuan Shangyu stretched out a hand lazily, covering his head.

"It's really a simple question."

The face of the Zishan Daguoshi who was covered by Xuan Shangyu's hand became extremely pale, and finally figured out why, his lips began to tremble.

But with that palm falling on top of his head.

The huge sucking power began to pass from the top of the head, irresistible.

This power is very similar to the fusion power of the Buddhist Sansheng Jue.

"Look." Xuan Shangyu said lazily, "You're pretty smart too, didn't you guess the answer? Did you blame yourself for being too stupid to guard the Buddha's skeleton for this deity, and that's why you've come to this point?"

"If a person is willing to sacrifice his life for others, how sad is it?"

"What do you think, Xuan Shangyu?"

Xuan Shangyu joked to his other self.

It's a pity that the man who is exactly like him can no longer answer.

The soul is empty, leaving only a body.

The world's only Zishan Great Master stood up and stretched himself.

He smiled, raised his head and said, "Do the math, the real drama in Luoyang should begin."

(End of this chapter)