At this moment, another major matter lying before Wei Yuan was the King Buddha bodhimanda.
Although the King Buddha was in poor condition, his former status still stood, and his doctrines were compatible with Wei Yuan's. Wei Yuan's Three Realms Dao Path could be considered an advanced version of the King Buddha's doctrines. Overall, incorporating the King Buddha's bodhimanda would greatly elevate the status of the Daoist Court, providing an impetus even greater than that of the flesh Buddha.
However, establishing the bodhimanda and what specific doctrines it would uphold were another matter. Since Wei Yuan had borrowed the King—
Back then, as a sheep renowned for being "docile," he had relied on unyielding willpower and wisdom to become a rising star among the demon race, with a tremendous chance of ascending to the throne of "Demon King."
"Divine Child, why don't you ask that nostril at your waist? He might know," the Taiyin Fire Essence Fairy muttered rather reluctantly.
"What a fine place! A mountain standing alone upon flat ground—it could hardly fail to be conspicuous, and it gathers spiritual energy from all directions!" Chu Wangxian glanced over.
"B-but where can I go to learn skills?" Xin Ranwei said at a loss. He was not someone lacking decisiveness or prone to hesitation; it was simply that he was entirely in the dark. For a moment, he truly did not know what to do.
By the second time, every stance and move was clear and methodically executed. Having seen them clearly, however, an ordinary, unremarkable impression set in, causing him to forget the earlier movements as soon as he saw the later ones.
Hearing this, the old man sitting upright and sipping tea rose delightedly, straightened his robes and cap, stepped straight forward, and bowed solemnly. "This old subject pays respects to Your Highness the Crown Prince."
It was not man-made, for there was not the slightest trace of a struggle. Nor was it a natural disaster, as the houses were all intact. The entire village had simply vanished without a sound. With such a scene conjured in their minds, everyone felt deeply bewildered, along with a creeping numbness across their scalps.
Since a certain big star had offered to treat them, Student Lin and Student Amemiya naturally accepted without further hesitation.
Following his fury came a faint sense of disappointment. Overcome with shame, Xing Shifang clenched his fists and kept his head down, remaining silent.
Considering that although this fellow Li Jinzhong was the future Wei Zhongxian—the notorious scoundrel who would wield monstrous power and commit every manner of evil—he was no longer the original Zhu Youxiao. Using this fellow in the future to deal with those self-righteous, selfish Donglin partisans still made him a useful asset, so he decided to keep him.
Many types of Qin dynasty bricks discovered to this day exist, such as hollow bricks, strip bricks, rectangular bricks, fluted bricks, carpenter's square bricks, and arch bricks. Qin bricks are bluish-gray, hard in texture, neatly crafted, and simple yet imposing, traditionally praised as "ringing when struck, solid without pores when broken."
"All right, now it's just the two of us left." Hongjun watched Li Jinglong reply to the letter and dispatch Zhaoyun.
Masters Xuanci and Xuannan came forward to welcome them, bringing along some valley servants to arrange food and lodging for their fellow martial brothers. Seeing Xu Yang following along, they paid it no mind.
Whenever they had the chance, Muxue and Wu Jin went to the front courtyard to inquire about Liu Huaiyong's condition. However, Liu Huaiyong had shut himself away again, allowing only Uncle Zhang inside. Uncle Zhang also told Muxue and Wu Jin things like the manor lord was merely physically weak, that there was nothing serious, and that he would recover after resting a few days. Left with no choice, Muxue and Wu Jin could only wait patiently.
Accustomed to eating meat, she thought of the long night ahead and how she would be eating these utterly flavorless things; the hand holding her chopsticks instantly felt heavy, leaving her unsure of where to even begin.
Hongjun looked up at the sky, and in an instant, everything vanished. A spring breeze blew past, mist-veiled willows filled the city, and sunlight streamed down.
"This isn't very appropriate. If Elders Zongyong and Huaxian find out, they'll punish me for disrespect. Patriarch Ruxuan, please don't put me in a difficult spot!" Niu Xin'er said, looking at Ruxuan with a bright smile, resembling a delicate, enchanting blossom that one could not bear to put down.
Moreover, every single strike from this person was viciously lethal, aimed at taking her life, giving her no room to catch her breath whatsoever. The thought that she might inexplicably die like this at the hands of someone whose identity she did not even know filled Leng Yue with immense resentment and indignation.
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