Chapter 580 Qixia Temple
Click, click, click…
Driven by the capstan and iron lock pulley, the heavy and towering Arc de Triomphe slowly opened.
"Brother."
Sun Shaozong was staring at the gate, thinking about something. Xu Shouye couldn't help but approach him and asked, "Are you really going to ask the Chief of Works for that sword?"
Sun Shaozong was slow to come back to his senses, and smiled slightly, "How can this be false? Since I said it, I will ask for it."
In fact, when Prince Yizhong created the Frostmourne, he never thought of using it in actual combat, so he only had two requirements: gorgeous and sturdy!
After successfully reaching the target, the length of Frostmourne increased dramatically from the original four feet [about 1.24 meters] to five feet four inches [about 1.67 meters], and its weight reached 102.4 jin [about 61 kilograms].
This is almost equivalent to the weight and height of an adult man, far beyond the acceptable range for ordinary military generals.
Therefore, since it was made, it has been regarded as a display item that reflects the craftsmanship of the general supervisor and has been placed in the most conspicuous position. Later, it was implicated by Prince Yizhong and moved to the depths of the warehouse to collect dust.
So when Sun Shaozong asked whether it could be used in actual combat just now, Zhang Yi subconsciously wanted to deny it, but when he thought about the Weng Jinchui and mace that Sun Shaozong had ordered, he suddenly became unsure.
After all, apart from its weight, Frostmourne is undoubtedly worthy of the title of a divine weapon.
Therefore, after understanding these characteristics, Sun Shaozong decisively expressed his intention to apply for this dusty artifact.
However, this matter was not something Zhang Yi could decide on. He only agreed to report back to his superiors.
"This thing is..."
Seeing that Sun Shaozong didn't care at all, Xu Shouye unconsciously raised his voice. But halfway through, he couldn't help but feel guilty, so he lowered his voice a few degrees again, and then continued: "This thing was made by Prince Yi Zhong!"
"So what?"
Sun Shaozong said calmly: "It's just a dead object. Which of the firearms used by the Shenji Camp has not been improved by Prince Yi Zhong? They are all in good use."
In fact, if Sun Shaozong had not just thwarted Prince Yi Zhong's evil plot in the palace a few days ago, he might not have dared to be so bold as to ask for the weapons that were customized under Prince Yi Zhong's supervision.
But right now...
Emperor Guangde should not have any bad impression of himself just for a dead object.
But the reason for this backup plan is not easy to explain to others.
Therefore, when he saw Xu Shouye was about to persuade him again, he laughed and said, "Speaking of firearms, I still have to go to the gunpowder bureau, so I won't go back to the city with everyone else!"
As he said this, he jumped on his horse, held up the whip and bowed, saying, "Everyone, we'll meet again at the Ministry of War in two days!"
Before he finished speaking, he rushed out from the crack of the door...
West of Beijing, Yanling.
Although it is called a ridge, it is actually just a small hill with no remarkable scenery around it. However, since the Jianping period, the Qixia Temple on the mountain has been extremely prosperous.
Almost every day many women come here to pray to the fertility-giving Guanyin enshrined in the temple for children.
Wealthy families would inevitably stay in the Zen room for half a day to absorb some of the auspicious energy here.
In recent years, even some young girls who have scheduled their weddings would come to pray before getting married to avoid delays after marriage.
But on this morning, the abbess, Master Xuanjing, was waiting outside the nunnery early in the morning, and the two little nuns beside her took turns looking down the mountain.
At about 10 a.m., we saw a convoy coming from the foot of the mountain, with strong slaves in front and behind and healthy servants carrying the car, following the mountain road straight to Qixia Temple.
"Master, Master, the Ningguo Mansion's convoy has finally arrived!"
The two little nuns who were on the lookout had been waiting anxiously for a long time. When they saw the real master finally appear, they couldn't help but jump for joy.
"Amitabha!"
Master Xuan Jing chanted the Buddha's name and suppressed the restlessness of the two disciples with her dignified appearance. She thought that the Rong and Ning mansions had always been the most luxurious, and she thought that her amulet decorated with ancient jade should have been found by now, right?
Under the burning gaze of the master and his three disciples, the convoy finally arrived at the mountain gate of Qixia Temple.
Master Xuan Jing immediately winked, signaling one of her disciples to step forward to make the contact - as for herself, no matter how excited she was, she still had to maintain the dignity of a Buddhist nun.
Unexpectedly, just as the little nun took two steps forward, a woman jumped off the first carriage and ran towards her like a gust of wind.
It looked like he was trying to be reborn rather than praying for a child.
Before the man came close, the words had already filled Master Xuan Jing's ears: "Master, may I ask if there is a quiet meditation room in your backyard? My eldest wife suddenly felt unwell on the way and is now in a hurry to find a place to rest."
I heard that the eldest wife of Ningguo Mansion was unwell, so how could Xuan Jing care about being arrogant?
She nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, I have already prepared a meditation room for you. You may ask you to get off the car and follow me to the meditation room to rest."
Upon hearing this, the old woman hurried back to the carriage to report.
Soon, two beautiful young women got off from the car at the back, followed by a noble lady in her fifties. Finally, Yu Shi, who was in the car at the front, revealed her true appearance.
Her petite body was slightly curled up, standing next to her two tall and plump sisters, making her look even more dependent .
When Master Xuan Jing saw that she was staggering and seemed to be on the verge of collapse at any moment, how could she dare to be negligent in the slightest?
He hurriedly led the way, leading You and others straight to the backyard.
Seeing that not far ahead was the elegant Zen room surrounded by green willows, Youshi suddenly said, "Third sister, I will just stay in the inner room for a while, don't delay your work."
As he spoke, he instructed the maid who was leading the way, "There's no need for so many people to follow. You and Third Sister can just walk around in front. Mother and Second Sister will be enough to accompany me."
Seeing that the meditation room was just around the corner, and that Third Sister You was giving orders in a domineering manner, the old women and maids asked them to fetch the tribute from the carriage, and then handed Youshi over to the care of her mother and Second Sister You.
But when they entered the secluded courtyard, Xuan Jing was still making preparations and wanted to serve some tea, snacks and the like.
Yu-shi threw a golden coin over and said weakly, "I dare not trouble you, nun. I really cannot stand being disturbed right now. Please restrain the monks in the nunnery and try to stay away from this courtyard."
When Xuan Jing saw that the golden corn weighed more than three taels, she was so happy that she threw away her reserve. Why would she object?
He responded quickly and led his apprentice out of the courtyard.
As soon as they left the courtyard, You Erjie immediately locked the door, listened for a moment, and made sure that the nuns had gone far away. Then she hurried to the west wall and threw a colorful ribbon tied with an iron ring over the wall.
