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The Jiuzhou royal family has been passed down from the ancient period of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to the present day. The current emperor has been on the throne for more than 500 years, during which time he has given birth to nine princes and princesses.
And this Xuanyuan Mingzhu is the last daughter of the current empress, the Ninth Princess.
Nine is the limit of heaven and earth. After Xuanyuan Mingzhu was born, the empress announced that she would not have any more children. She pampered her last daughter Xuanyuan Mingzhu in the palm of her hand and rewarded her with all kinds of natural treasures as if they were free.
The Ninth Princess was also very capable. Not only was she humble and intelligent, she also broke through to the Divine Realm at the age of less than 20, only slightly slower than Xiao Yuan's sister Xiyue.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for a response from the old monk who was beating the wooden fish in the temple hall.
For a long time, the sound of the wooden fish remained.
"Old senior!"
A sword-wielding guard cursed angrily and strode into the open room. He placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword and shouted sternly, "Her Highness the Princess has arrived, why don't you come out to greet her quickly?!"
The sound of the wooden fish finally stopped.
Xiao Yuan's heart was in his throat, and he felt that there was something indescribably weird about this place.
"Step back and slap yourself." A maid standing beside the Ninth Princess ordered coldly. The guard who had just entered immediately stepped back, slapped himself twice, and retreated respectfully to the back.
It was not until then that the distinguished Ninth Princess stepped in, a faint smile still hanging on her elegant and beautiful face.
Xiao Yuan frowned as he watched.
The Ninth Princess was really arrogant. It was obvious that she wanted to go in, but she asked her maid to instruct the guards to offend the people inside first.
In this way, even if the old monk in the temple is an unparalleled strong man, the Ninth Princess can at most push the offense onto the guard, and she will still be a respectful and humble junior.
The scheming and planning are evident!
"Old Abbot, this princess is honored."
After entering the hall, the Ninth Princess performed a simple courtesy to the dark figure kneeling on the ground inside. Her clear and beautiful eyes stared intently inside, trying to find anything unusual.
Except for the guards on guard, everyone entered one after another.
Xiao Yuan also saw the situation in the hall clearly.
It was completely empty inside, with no chairs, tables, or Buddha statues. The only person in the entire hall was an old monk kneeling on a cushion.
And, a huge golden tablet was placed in front of him.
"The Great Saint of Heaven, Great Mercy and Benevolence, Great Celestial Lord, Mysterious Sky High Qiming Immortal Emperor"
At this moment, the twenty dark golden characters seemed to radiate infinite power, shocking everyone who entered the hall.
Xiao Yuan's sea of consciousness trembled violently. Is this the tablet of the Immortal Emperor Qiming?!
But.
Why?!
Why would an old monk worship the tablet of the Immortal Emperor Qiming instead of the Buddha?!
Is this a memorial tablet or... a spirit tablet? !
Who is this old monk? !
The temple on a rainy night was plunged into an inexplicable atmosphere of dead silence.
After a long while, the Ninth Princess smiled and said, "Old Abbot, you are a monk, but why don't you worship Buddha, but worship the Immortal Emperor Qiming? If the Buddhas in the West knew, they would probably blame you."
Tu Zihua, an old man in the Soul Brightness Realm, and another old woman in the Soul Brightness Realm who were standing in front of them were secretly on guard to prevent the old monk from suddenly attacking and hurting people.
Fortunately, the old monk kneeling on the cushion did not attack. He just said in a dry and hoarse voice: "Buddha has no form, sentient beings have no form, and the Immortal Emperor has no form. Life is death, and death is life. Worshiping Buddha is not worshiping Buddha. Not worshiping Buddha is seeing Buddha."
"…"
Not to mention Xiao Yuan and his group, who were in great confusion, even the extremely intelligent Ninth Princess could not help but frown after hearing these seemingly plausible Buddhist theories. After a long while, she spoke, "Old Abbot, I am so ignorant and uneducated that I cannot understand these Buddhist principles. I am ashamed."
The old monk remained silent.
"There are thunderstorms tonight. I would like to stay here for one night. Would the old abbot agree?" The Ninth Princess asked again.
The old monk still didn't answer.
"you!"
Bihe, the maid standing beside the Ninth Princess, wanted to use the same trick again, but after taking a look at the last four words "Qiming Immortal Emperor" on the golden tablet, she forced herself to suppress her presumptuous behavior.
The atmosphere became a little weird again. The old monk knelt with his eyes closed and didn't speak for a long time.
"Master Abbot."
Xiao Yuan deliberately changed his address to a different one from the Ninth Princess, and walked forward and said, "May I pay my respects to the Immortal Emperor Qiming?"
"Yes." The old monk answered quickly this time.
"Thank you." Xiao Yuan nodded, walked to the golden tablet, and performed a Taoist kowtow.
Looking at the tablet, Xiao Yuan prayed silently in his heart. He didn't know what to ask for. In the end, he could only ask the Immortal Emperor for blessings, so that he could get out of his current predicament as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, the remnant soul of Emperor Qiming in the sea of consciousness still showed no reaction.
After he bowed to the Immortal Emperor and sat down to the side, the Ninth Princess spoke again, "Old Abbot, I was flying over the temple tonight when I was struck by lightning and landed here. Old Abbot, do you know why?"
Xiao Yuan, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly realized something was wrong.
There is no bell in this temple!!
"When the heart feels it, destiny will come." The old monk's voice was still hoarse, but it startled Xiao Yuan so much that he almost jumped up. He couldn't help but look at the Ninth Princess, and happened to meet the Princess' eyes with a playful smile.
"She also has fragments of the Qiming Immortal Emperor's soul!"
Xiao Yuan suddenly understood.
When he said that he came because of the bell sound, the beautiful and noble Ninth Princess remained calm, but she had vaguely guessed this, so she did not stop him from entering the temple. If Xiao Yuan had escaped at that time, she would definitely catch him back.
Now the old monk pointed out that the two sides gathered here tonight precisely because of the "fate"!
Others may not understand what the so-called fate is, but Xiao Yuan, who carries the remnant soul of the Immortal Emperor Qiming, should have understood it immediately after seeing the golden tablet!
"I see."
The Ninth Princess smiled sweetly and also stepped forward to kowtow to the spirit tablet of the Qiming Immortal Emperor. She then paced back and forth in the hall with great interest, observing everything here with curiosity. "So, Old Abbot, you have a close relationship with the Qiming Immortal Emperor. Could it be that you are a descendant of the Immortal Emperor?"
The old monk shook his head, picked up the wooden hammer and continued to hit the wooden fish in front of him.
The sound of "dong dong dong" echoed again in the temple on the rainy night.
The rain continued to pour down, and no one dared to use their magic to dry their clothes, so they could only stand there soaking wet. Seeing this, the maid Bi He ordered someone to fetch a stove from the flying boat and set it alight in the hall. A blazing flame quickly erupted, illuminating everything inside.
The strange color from before had dissipated a lot, and Xiao Yuan bravely stepped forward to talk. He had to find something before the heavy rain stopped, otherwise the Ninth Princess might do something bad to him.
"Master Abbot!"
Xiao Yuan squatted beside the old monk, looking at the tablet of Emperor Qiming, as if the tired woman in his sea of consciousness walked out of it and merged with the words "High Heaven, Supreme Saint, Great Mercy, Benevolent, Mingguang Great Heavenly Venerable, Xuanqionggao" on the tablet... and so on.
"Great Celestial Master Mingguang?!"
Xiao Yuan suddenly opened his eyes wide, and everyone looked at him with unfriendly eyes.
"Bang—"
Amidst the trembling sound, the old monk's wooden fish stopped beating. His cloudy eyes slowly opened and he looked at the two words "Ming Guang" on the golden tablet. His eyes clearly revealed a look of reminiscence.
"Master Abbot!" Xiao Yuan asked hurriedly, "Why is the Immortal Emperor Qiming also called the Great Celestial Lord Mingguang? I'm quite confused. Master Abbot, if you don't mind, I'd like to hear about the Immortal Emperor Qiming's past!"
The Ninth Princess was already sitting on a gorgeous chair, her long, slender legs crossed, holding a cup of fragrant tea in her hands. Upon hearing this, she smiled slightly and said, "Bihe, please serve tea to the two guests."
"Yes, Princess!"
Although you are a guest, you are also the host.
Bihe asked the maid to make two more cups of tea, and brought them to Xiao Yuan and the old monk. When she handed it to him, there was a clear look of contempt in Bihe's eyes, as if to say, it is a blessing for you, a kid in the Foundation Establishment Realm, to be able to drink the tea given by the princess!
"Thank you, Princess Nine."
Xiao Yuan pretended not to see the arrogant maid's eyes, took it, opened the lid, sniffed it lightly, and was filled with fragrance. He took another sip, and his mouth was filled with fragrance.
"Hmph." Bi He's disdain grew stronger. "This is a fairy tea picked from the overseas fairy island of Penglai, called Nine Fragrance Tea. This small cup you drank is worth at least ten high-grade spirit stones."
"Ten pieces... top quality!"
Xiao Yuan nearly spit out his tea. An ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator wouldn't spend more than a few dozen mid-grade spirit stones in a year, but the cup of tea in his hand cost ten high-grade spirit stones?!
He didn't feel it was particularly magical. At most, it tasted a little better, but it didn't help his cultivation at all. He just drank it to satisfy his cravings.
But this thing is worth ten high-grade spirit stones! !
A full ten!!
This is enough to show how wealthy the Kyushu royal family is!
"Hey, you old man!" Bi He looked at the old monk impatiently and raised her voice: "The princess gave you tea, why don't you drink it?!"
The old monk seemed to hear nothing and stared blankly at the tablet, which made Bihe so angry that she wanted to hit him.
"Since you don't want to drink it, don't embarrass the old abbot. Bihe, give the tea away."
"Yes, Princess!"
Bihe glared down at the old monk, and angrily asked her maid to take the tea out and give it to a guard on guard outside. The guard was so moved that his eyes filled with tears. He bowed his head and thanked the princess before carefully taking the tea.
The Ninth Princess sat on a chair, looking like a future empress, her expression relaxed and a smile lingering on her lips. She spoke aloud, "Since the old abbot doesn't want to drink tea, could you please begin by telling me about the Qiming Immortal Emperor? I have long admired the Qiming Immortal Emperor, who became an immortal a hundred thousand years ago and reigned supreme in the immortal world ten thousand years ago. Unfortunately, the Immortal Emperor retired, and the mortal world has long lost most of his deeds."