Chapter 10: Frustrated Guanyin

Outside the imperial study, many ministers, eunuchs and palace maids who were waiting to be summoned were shocked when they heard the heated debate inside.

"Where did this monk come from? How dare he scold His Majesty so angrily?"

And the most shocking thing was that His Majesty was actually speechless after being scolded.

"This monk is really a ruthless person! I, Old Cheng, surrender."

Several founding fathers were also very excited when they heard this, although they didn't know why they were arguing.

But the monk's words expressed their truest thoughts.

For the Tang Dynasty, absolute control must be in their own hands, and only His Majesty can lead thousands of people to live a happy life.

"Master, you have awakened the dreamer with one word, and Shimin has learned from you."

The King of Tang bowed slightly and suddenly realized.

He, Li Shimin, was born in a noble family in Longnan.

Naturally, he knew that what the other party said was true, but those were all legendary immortal fates. Is it really something that they mortals can expect?

Haven't you seen that the great emperor Ying Zheng died with hatred in the end? He even wanted to become an immortal after his death.

The immortals have not appeared for thousands of years, so that later generations have begun to question them, not to mention cultivating immortals.

So much so that he was blinded by the opportunity to become an immortal in his dream, and for a time he was overwhelmed.

"Your Majesty, who can escape the opportunity to become an immortal?"

"Since you want to cultivate immortality and live forever, why do you have to compromise and abandon thousands of people?"

"Why do you have to turn to the group of ambitious people in Western Buddhism?"

For a while, the originally cooled heart was ignited again by Jiang Yuliang.

Why could Li Shimin become the great emperor of all ages? Why could he become the Khan of Heaven? Why could he make all races submit?

Because as an emperor, he truly put his people at the top of his heart and was deeply loved by the people, so the national cohesion was unprecedentedly strong.

The army can be invincible and invincible.

Compared with the temptation of becoming an immortal, at the cost of thousands of people, he hesitated for a moment and decisively gave up his own opportunity.

Unexpectedly, there was a sudden turn of events, and the other party still had room for words, and his eyes once again bloomed with a strong desire for knowledge.

"Your Majesty, do you know my past?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Jiang Yuliang began to talk about himself.

"I have no taboos, I only cultivate my true self, I am the Buddha, and the Buddha is me."

"I had the opportunity to meet a true god of the human race. In order to test me, I sold inferior earthenware pots for two years, and finally I woke up and finally walked on the right path."

Seeing the other party's clear look, Jiang Yuliang forcibly covered up his past misdeeds.

After all, all this was instructed by the true god, and no one dared to say anything, so Lin Chen could only take the blame for himself.

"The great master is indeed a true Buddha in the world. Those who achieve great things are not particular about trivial matters."

But he never thought that he had received guidance from a master. Thinking about it, King Tang felt a little guilty.

"May I ask where this true god lives? Do I have the chance to see him?"

After being enlightened by Jiang Yuliang, it was not difficult to choose between Buddhist fate and immortal fate.

"Under Mount Tai, there is a stream of immortal traces, where you can get immortal fate for a fee."

After these words came out, the originally excited King Tang could no longer sit still.

That is the place of immortal traces under Mount Tai, the only place in the world where you can trace immortal traces.

That is the place he has been dreaming about. Who among the kings of all dynasties does not know the immortal mountain? Who is not obsessed with the opportunities in the immortal mountain?

But no one has ever been able to truly enter the immortal mountain, and who has not died without illness?

"I have been to the place of immortal traces several times, and I was trapped in the stream for half a month, and then I returned to the starting point again, and had to leave with hatred."

"Master, do you have a way to enter?"

If you can get the guidance of the true god, why believe in Buddhism? Isn't the Taoist immortal method good? Isn't his Longnan Li family just claiming to be the descendant of Laozi Li Er?

"How to enter? I have a good relationship with the true god. Going there is as easy as going home."

Jiang Yuliang smiled disdainfully, with a sincere look on his face. It was obvious that going there was easy.

When the King of Tang heard this, his mouth twitched. He suspected that the other party was showing off, but it was not easy to expose him.

"You go to the mountain stream and report Jiang Yuliang's name."

"Jiang Yuliang, but it is the name of an immortal. Is it okay to call him by his name like this........."

Seeing that the other party took the bait, he quickly stopped the other party from nagging.

"Now there is an important matter. After it is done, I am willing to accompany your majesty."

So he pressed the excited King of Tang on the dragon throne, told his plan, and even pulled up the banner of Lin Chen, the hidden immortal.

The result is self-evident. Jiang Yuliang, who should have become the brother of the King of Tang, became the national teacher of the Tang Dynasty. He was second only to the king and above ten thousand people. He also formulated a series of rules to discipline monks.

In this way, Jiang Yuliang lived in the deep palace every day, chatting and farting with the King of Tang, and lived a carefree life.

One day, Jiang Yuliang was enjoying a delicious meal when the door of his room was violently pushed open.

The King of Tang, who had just come off the court, led a group of loyal ministers who changed back into plain clothes and broke in directly.

His face was full of excitement, as if there was a great thing.

"National Master! My good National Master!"

"Why are you still eating! The person you are talking about has entered Chang'an!"

There is no doubt that the King of Tang told these founding heroes about this opportunity, after all, they were all friends who had passed their lives together.

Even if he, Li Shimin, failed to obtain the immortal fate, as long as one of them was guided by a master, the Tang Dynasty would still be the Tang Dynasty, and the storm would still be unshakable.

This group of people is the foundation of the Tang Dynasty, the world-suppressing stone of the Tang Dynasty, so there is no need to hide them.

"Are they finally here?"

"Yes, Master, there is news from the front gate that an old monk, with a novice monk, is selling brocade robes and scepters on Chang'an Street, exactly the same as the person you mentioned."

As long as they deal with the two people, they can go to Taishan Immortal Site and meet the immortals in person. How can they not be excited? That is the immortal fate that countless people have encountered but not sought for hundreds of years.

"Let's go, today I will let you see this so-called Buddha and their ugly faces, so that you don't have to worry about their Buddha fate day by day."

Jiang Yuliang dropped the roasted chicken in his hand and glanced at the Tang King who was standing sideways intentionally or unintentionally.

Tang Wang: "This man is implying something to me. I saw it with my own eyes, but I dare not refute it. I am so angry."

Cheng Yaojin: "Master, why bother? Let me bring a few hundred swordsmen and take him down directly, isn't it?"

Wei Zheng: "For a great country like ours, isn't it a bit bad to embarrass an old monk like this?"

On Chang'an Street, an old monk, with a little monk, was shouting and selling cassocks and staffs.

"Old monk, how much are you selling your cassocks and staffs for?"

When the old monk saw someone asking the price, he looked sideways and saw a cheap merchant, frowning slightly, and said indifferently: "The cassocks are for five thousand taels, and the staff is for two thousand taels."

"Suck..."

The people around took a deep breath when they heard this.

Nowadays, the people of the Tang Dynasty are simple and honest, and the people are well-fed and well-clothed.

But this person is exporting five thousand taels of gold. Even the emperor would not dare to be so extravagant, right?

The merchants on Chang'an Street worked diligently and rain or shine, but their total income in a year was less than 100 taels.

"Where did this wild monk come from? He was just here to cause trouble, right?"

No wonder His Majesty issued an order to strictly control the monks. Are these the monks they used to support?

A few days ago, the emperor issued an order not to allow monks to sell on the streets or to hold private meetings.

People on Chang'an Street naturally received the news at the first time. Seeing that someone really dared to offend the dragon's majesty, they naturally had to punish him.

A broken cassock and a broken Zen stick were actually worth 5,000 taels.

"Stinky monk, you must be a wild monk from the West, reeking of money. I'm afraid you have already forgotten the rules and regulations."

"Yes! I think it's a monk from the West. Your Majesty is right. Western monks are ambitious and want to destroy the foundation of our Tang Dynasty."

"Five thousand taels for a torn cassock. Have you never seen money?"

People kept throwing rotten leaves and rotten eggs, threatening to drive them out of Chang'an City.

"You are very efficient."

In the crowd, Jiang Yuliang saw the old monk played by Guanyin, who was covered with rotten leaves and rotten eggs. She looked at the Tang King next to her in surprise.

Smelling the stench on her body, Guanyin's face almost turned green. When had she ever been so aggrieved?

"Venerable, what should we do now? These mortals don't know the true Buddha. Why don't we retreat first?"

The little monk cleaned up the filth on his body, saw the unruly people who kept surrounding him, and pulled Guanyin to retreat.