Yelu Ren found Wang Ning'an first. At this time, the Song envoy camp was full of princes. It must be said that long story short. Yelu Ren's first told Wang Ning'an that Musavi came from Persia and was actually a missionary under the name of a scholar. He went to the Western Regions about ten years ago and lived there for a long time, learning various languages, including Chinese and Khitan. He also read the classics of various schools of thought and was knowledgeable and talented.

About half a year ago, he came to Liao Kingdom. His erudition won the favor of the nobles of Liao Kingdom, and even got close to the prince Yelu Hongji, and gained deep trust.

"Why did this Mousavi stop the trade between Song and Liao? What did he want to do? Is he really assisting the Liao Kingdom?"

"Pooh!"

Yelu Renxian spat hard, "This guy has ulterior motives. He wants to preach in Daliao, so that the glory of gods will cover Daliao... He is worthy!"

Wang Ning'an gasped. A religious scholar from Persia wanted to convince the Liao Kingdom to convert... So that's it. No wonder he wanted to stop the trade between the Song and Liao Kingdoms! Once the Liao Kingdom and the Song Dynasty trade frequently and communicate with each other, how could the Khitans, who were deeply influenced by the Song people, convert to his gods!

Maybe Musavi wanted to use the Khitan as a springboard to conquer the Song Dynasty and spread the glory of the gods throughout the world, especially the richest Song Dynasty.

Don’t blame Wang Ning’an for thinking too much. After all, he knows too much about these charlatans’ virtues.

On the other hand, Liao Kingdom is not a fool, so why should we reuse Mousavi?

Wang Ning'an hesitated for a moment and thought it through clearly. Yelu Hongji may not have no idea about Mousavi's ambitions, but he wanted to use Mousavi to use his gods to increase his authority and influence more nobles of the Liao Kingdom. Fortunately, he won more bargaining chips in the battle for the throne.

Although Wang Ning'an was not sure whether such a thing happened in the history of the Liao Dynasty, he knew that during the Ming Dynasty, Altan Khan had done this trick, invited a group of monks, and changed the religious customs of the grassland...

The power of the divine power and the power of the emperor have always been complementary. Even if the Song Dynasty is far away from the strange powers and chaos, the emperor will still claim to be the emperor. If there are any changes in the sky, the emperor will also issue an edict to blame himself. The more ignorant Daliao will definitely have a market for this move.

Yelu Renxian was very anxious, "Mr. Wang, the prince believed in the slander of the demon, and His Majesty only believed in the prince. Our prince took a lot of effort, but he couldn't convince them. The peace talks between Liao and Song dynasties were just the last step. If it failed, it would be a pity!"

You are not for the sake of peace, you are for the sake of making money!

Wang Ning'an pondered for a while and said, "Mr. Yelu, since the prince is competing with you, the more he persuades, the less useless it will be. You should find a suitable person to impress the prince now.

"Who said no, but for a moment, we couldn't think of it!"

Wang Ning'an smiled bitterly, even if you are a local snake, I would never think of where to find a suitable candidate, as an outsider?

"By the way... Lord Yelu, since Musavi wants to preach in your country, whose interests will he violate?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Yelu Ren suddenly realized, "It's those Buddhist temples!"

"That's right!" Wang Ning'an smiled and said, "Please ask the monk to surrender the charlatan. This is called brine and tofu, one thing is to save another thing!"

"How wonderful!"

Yelu Renxian laughed and quickly left the camp.

There are many temples in the Liao Kingdom, and there are many high monks. The most famous one is the presidency of Baoji Temple, the great monk Fayuan, the old monk, and the old monk is very virtuous and has profound Buddhist teachings. He often goes to Nabo to preach for the emperor. The nobles of the Liao Kingdom like to worship under the old monk and become registered disciples.

The source of Dharma is transcendent and never interferes in ordinary things. It is quite difficult to ask him to come out to help.

Yelu Ren came to talk twice first, but it was useless. Finally, Yelu Chongyuan even came, but the monk turned him away, which made Yelu Chongyuan so angry that he almost sent troops and burned Baoji Temple.

I have never seen such a stubborn bald donkey!

Yelu Ren had no choice but to find Wang Ning'an again.

"Oh, Master Fayuan is unwilling to come forward. The other monks are not worth enough, I'm afraid I have to think of another idea."

"Hahaha, Lord Yelu, don't worry, the master is very intelligent, and you will definitely not work by relying on ordinary methods."

Yelu Ren was surprised, "Mr. Wang has an idea?"

"I have also learned some Buddhist teachings earlier. Just so happens that I have a Huayan Sutra here, which I copied by hand. If you give it to the master, he will naturally agree."

As he said that, Wang Ning'an took out a small wooden box and stuffed it into Yelu Renxian's hand.

Yelu Ren took it first and was skeptical, "Mr. Wang, you won't lie to me, are you?"

"We are grasshoppers on the same rope. Will I deceive myself?"

Yelu Ren nodded first, and he left the camp again.

He held the box in his hand without a lock. After he opened it, there was a hand-written Avatamsaka Sutra. After he opened it, he checked every page. After reading it for a long time, he did not find any problem. It was just an ordinary scripture that he gave to Yelu Chongyuan. After reading it for a long time, he had no clue.

"What trick did Wang Ning'an play?"

Yelu Ren first thought for a while and said, "Your Majesty, it's better to send it to Baoji Temple if you want to come forward."

"That's all."

Yelu Chongyuan nodded and sent someone to Baoji Temple.

The wooden box had just been delivered, and the next day, Master Fayuan left Baoji Temple and rushed to the Nabo of the Lord of Liao. He personally visited the Emperor of Liao, and went to see the prince Yelu Hongji.

"It's really a surprise to the master to arrive in person!"

Yelu Hongji was very polite to Fayuan, and the old monk bowed with a smile.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is worried about national affairs and hardworking for the people. That is a great merit of blessing the world. The old monk took the initiative to disturb him and was very abrupt. He also asked Your Highness to atone for his sins."

"Where are some troubles, I want to ask the master for advice."

Fayuan smiled slightly and shook his head slightly, "Your Highness, the old monk is a foreigner. He doesn't know any national affairs, and he dare not talk nonsense easily and interfere with national affairs. In fact, your nobleman has a certain idea in his heart, but it is difficult to make choices for a while, so he is unsure. If your nobleman is willing, the old monk is willing to recite scriptures for your nobleman, so hesitate to calm down, and his natural wisdom will surge without any worries."

Yelu Hongji's eyes lit up and he hurriedly said, "Since that's the case, I'll bother the master."

While speaking, Fayuan sat on the cushion, with wooden fish in front of him, sandalwood lingering, silent.

Down!

The wooden fish knocked, and Fayuan began to recite randomly, with a gentle voice, like a clear stream. Gradually, Yelu Hongji also closed his eyes, calmed his mind and listened to Fayuan's reciting.

The sing of the Buddhist vocals is like a spring water, washing away the dew, making people feel at tranquility and disturbing. Yelu Hongji really feels like the spring breeze, and the whole body is comfortable, and many things are clear.

Trade with the Song Dynasty, merchants, wealth and prosperity have always been the best way to remove one's mind. Since ancient times, nomadic peoples have become weak and incompetent after getting used to prosperity, and can no longer raise a scimitar or ride a war horse, and are eventually completely annihilated.

This principle has been clearly understood since the beginning of the country, otherwise I would not have done anything with the Four Seasons Nabo.

If I couldn't even understand this, the Liao Kingdom would have been destroyed long ago. But why should I still listen to Musavi's words and try my best to stop the trade between Song and Liao?

The reason is very simple, because Yelu Hongji and his father Yelu Zongzhen could see clearly that the one who made the most profits in the trade between Song and Liao were Yelu Chongyuan and his son who were in Yanyun.

The benefits of trade fell to Yanyun, and the father and son could get very pitiful. Instead of letting their opponents score more, it would be better to mess up the matter and no one could imagine it.

To put it bluntly, Yelu Hongji is a king who disrupts the situation. If others don’t care, he will win.

But he couldn't get these plots on the table, so he used Musavi as an excuse, yelling to keep the Khitans' bloody nature and refuse to trade with the Song Dynasty.

In fact, if his territory was in the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, Yelu Hongji would have agreed long ago. Of course, Yelu Chongyuan might have jumped out to object at that time.

Politics is just that fucking!

Fayuan finished reading a passage of scripture and saw that Yelu Hongji's face had calmed down, he smiled slightly, "Your Highness, the old monk should go back."

"Don't!"

Yelu Hongji quickly stopped Fayuan, "Master, Gu still has some hesitation in his heart, Master, don't leave."

He pulled Fayuan back to his seat again, Yelu Hongji sighed very much, "It's true that Gu is for the sake of the Emperor's Uncle, and he must not take advantage of him. But Gu is worried that even if he stops this time, the Emperor's Uncle and the others will secretly communicate with Song State and smuggle privately. Gu really has no way to stop him."

"Your Highness, the people often say that it is better to be silenced than to be blocked, and they also say that the person who tied the bell must be tied. Your Highness asked me, that was the question of the blind."

“What does the master mean?”

"Your Highness already knows in his heart, why bother asking me again!"

Yelu Hongji hesitated for a while, and then ordered: "Go and send someone to invite the envoy of Song."

...

"Your Highness the Crown Prince invites the envoy Song to the banquet!"

Go to a banquet?

Zhao Zongjing was shocked. This Dharma Source was really amazing. As soon as he came forward, he settled Yelu Hongji. It was really not easy!

"That's more to say!"

Wang Ning'an smiled and said, "Master Fayuan has extraordinary skills and extraordinary wisdom. With him, he is just a demon, but he is not the master's opponent! This is called supernatural powers that are inferior to Buddhism. Little Prince, have you gained knowledge?"

"Pooh!"

Zhao Zongjing really wanted to spit on Wang Ning'an's face. He had seen through Wang Ning'an for so long. From the inside out, this kid was so bad that he was still so bad that he was flowing.

"Tell me, is there something hidden in the Huayan Sutra? Is it that the old monk bribed?"

Wang Ning'an was so angry that his fingers lit up Zhao Zongjing, and scolded him seriously: "You can't be smarter, what else is there in the scriptures? Can't that wooden box hide anything?"

This is OK too!

In an instant, Zhao Zongjing's face collapsed.

"Since I met you, my morality has declined!" Zhao Zongjing said angrily: "No, you must tell me how to ask an old monk who has no desires to help you. If you don't say it, I won't agree!"

Wang Ning'an had no choice but to deal with him, "Change in new clothes and follow me to open your eyes."
Chapter completed!