The warm sunshine shines on the street, leaving colorful shadows, and today is another good weather.

Yuan Xing took his apprentice through the city gate. Perhaps it was infected by the crowded lively atmosphere. He untied his hat and appeared on his bare head, feeling the warmth brought by the sun, and was in a good mood.

I looked back at the little disciple. I followed the trip to the foot and feast these days, and the other party was much thinner and darker. However, this trip that exceeded the plan will eventually be helpful.

He could see that the little apprentice's arrogance had diminished.

"Let me take you home for me." Yuan Xing smiled at his apprentice, thought about it and ordered: "You are tired these days, so you can rest for two days after you go home and then go to the inn to find me."

"Yes." When Hong Qingyao heard that she could go home, she suddenly felt much higher.

But before they could move forward, the little apprentice suddenly took a few steps forward, grabbed Yuan Xing's sleeve, and whispered: "Master, there is a small official on the corner opposite the street to watch you."

Yuan Xing still lowered his head and laughed, "Let's not worry, let's just leave your own." He naturally found that he was being watched. With his eyesight, he just glanced over and saw clearly the person's appearance. He just didn't want to be involved too much, and pretended that he didn't see it.

Unfortunately, some things were not avoidable just by his desire.

The master and disciple were about to blame the main Tao, and a call suddenly came from behind: "Master Yuanxing?"

Yuan Xing turned his head helplessly, closed his palms, and said calmly: "Amitabha, I have seen Donor Bai."

"I didn't expect to see Master Yuanxing again here. We are really destined to be." People who came held a folding fan in their hands, thick eyebrows and starry eyes, and were handsome. They really had a chance to meet each other before, and the monk deliberately avoided Bai Jingcheng.

It's different today. He has not dressed as a scholar and has a blue official uniform.

The "small official" that Hong Qingyao said was the other party just now. Looking at the egret on the patch, it should be a sixth-rank official, right? Yuan Xing couldn't help but glance at his apprentice.

"You two have just arrived in the capital?" Bai Jingcheng's eyes swept across Hong Qingyao, but did not stop, but looked at the dusty Yuanxing: "It's been a few months since I've seen you, so what is the master?" His attitude was still as enthusiastic as before. However, he mistakenly recognized Hong Qingyao, who had lowered her hat, as Shanming's little shady.

But Yuanxing was about to answer, but at this moment, there were noises and scolding sounds coming from the street. Looking in the sound, a group of officers came running side by side, using the water and fire sticks in their hands to quickly separate the pedestrians on the street.

"This is..." Yuan Xing couldn't help but wonder.

"Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain came to Beijing to meet the saint, so he naturally had to be a bit of a show." Bai Jingcheng unfolded the folding fan "swish" and answered slowly.

Fortunately, they were on the street and took two steps back and made way out.

The rest of the people on the street seemed to be used to this arrangement, but they were not happy, but they all stood aside and looked lively. For a moment, the voices of discussion were everywhere in their ears.

After a while, there was a sound of knocking and beating in the distance. Two rows of Taoist priests walking side by side appeared, leading a huge sedan chair to slowly walk.

"What a big show." Yuan Xing smacked his tongue. He had never seen such a grand scene before.

"The last time when the Qingzhou Fushan met the Holy Holy, all the temples in the middle of the capital participated, which was much more grand than this." Bai Jingcheng curled his lips and sighed: "The representatives of Buddhist and Taoist families gathered in the capital. This is not a festive year or a festival, but it is also a grand event." Then he turned his head and smiled at Yuanxing, "A old and conservative Taoist priest really has nothing to look good about. Why don't we find a teahouse to gather together?"

"Unfortunately, I have something to do, so I can't accompany you." Yuan Xing frowned slightly, glanced at him, and replied.

Seeing that he was still a cold attitude towards him, Bai Jingcheng had no intention of making friends, and his smile became lighter and he slightly pointed his chin.

Yuan Xing didn't look at him anymore and said to his apprentice: "I'll take you home." Then he led Hong Qingyao away.

Bai Jingcheng looked at his departure back and snorted for a long time, then turned his attention to the yellow sedan chair passing by on the street, with a bright light shining in his eyes.

There are people watching the fun around me, and the space is really limited. The fate is crowded with people and is moving slowly, so it is not as fast as the sedan chair is driving, so it is easily surpassed.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something and turned his head suddenly, and his heart was thumping. Because of the angle, Bai Jingcheng's expression full of disdain and ridicule? He even had an expression that could not hide his smugness.

It seemed that he was also noticed. Bai Jingcheng turned his sight the next moment, and Qiaoqiao's eyes met Yuanxing's Exploration.

The two of them collided across the air. The next moment, all the complex emotions in Bai Jingcheng's eyes disappeared. He bent the corners of his mouth, and a gentle smile came from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Yuan Xing also covered his scrutiny gaze at the same time, his eyelids drooped and opened again, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

After looking at each other for a moment, the two of them looked away and did their own things.

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Yuan Xing lowered his head and pondered all the way, and was led by his apprentice to the Jin Mansion, and then he found the inn with great concern.

The senior brother who stayed in the inn must have a few words of concern for the long time he spent traveling out this time.

He said he was lost and was inevitably ridiculed, laughing at him for not being familiar with the road and running around.

Yuan Xing smiled awkwardly, then found that everyone was packing their things, and asked hurriedly: "Is this going back?"

"Yes." The eldest brother smiled, with a relaxed face: "Yuankong received the news yesterday, and the emperor had already let go. Now the old master has also entered Beijing. I think the overall situation has been decided, so we should go back to the mountain."

Yuan Xing was not as optimistic as his master and senior brother. For some reason, after seeing Bai Jingcheng's strange expression, he was always uneasy and intuition told him that something was going to happen. But this feeling came from a sixth-rank "small official" who thought about it carefully was really subtle. However, Ning Mu, as a channel of information, was not present, and it was unfounded and it was difficult to express his doubts.

It was not until the afternoon of the next day that Ning Mu arrived and a big news broke out as soon as he arrived.

The emperor summoned important officials in the court and finally promised not to mention the establishment of the immortal dynasty. At this morning's court meeting, the court passed the proposal to expand the imperial city.

"It is related to the face of the state, and it is reasonable to rebuild it." The senior brother nodded when he heard this. Now the palace in Dayong was rebuilt by a prince's mansion during the Yuan Dynasty. Not only was the small area, but the buildings were also dilapidated. With the stability of the regime, the bureaucracy was becoming increasingly bloated. Now there is not enough office space, so we have to rent a private house in Zuobei.

It is imminent to build an imperial city that demonstrates national strength and courage.

"Let us go back tomorrow to the palace and ask if we can go back." The old monk ordered.

"Disciple will inform the Grand Governor tonight." Ning Mu replied with a smile.

Everyone gathered together for a long time to chat, Yuan Xing couldn't help but drag Ning Mu aside: "Senior Brother, do you think it's possible? On the surface, the emperor promised not to look for the dragon vein anymore, but secretly sent someone to act in secret?"

Ning Mu narrowed his eyes and looked at him deeply for a while before laughing: "No matter what, Your Majesty gives in, and this matter can only end here."

Yuan Xing's heart trembled, and he understood.

What the ministers are afraid of is the waste of money and damage to the current stability. After all, no one wants a monarch who is determined to seek immortality and ask for the truth.

The two sects of Buddhism and Taoism represent various relationships in the Central Plains and have many entanglements with court officials. Even if they are just for their own interests, they must express their attitude with great fanfare. But except for the master, what the rest of them think is unknown.

Although the emperor has been ascended the throne for eight years, he is full of old ministers, and all the old men are still stronger. It is said that his actions are quite restricted. The matter of opening the Tianmen is probably not as simple as it seems. Otherwise, the news would not have been leaked early. With such an operation, although the common people are kept in the dark, the world of cultivation is probably known to everyone, and there are still many who are moved by it.

After this trouble, the court officials became stable, the monks gained reputation, and the emperor had an extra grand imperial city, which might have won over the masters in the world of cultivation in private.
Chapter completed!