Chapter 635: Princess Youxian of the Tang Dynasty
Chang'an, Xuandu Temple.
A woman sat cross-legged on a cushion. She was wearing a goose yellow long dress, a slim waist, and black hair like clouds. There was no gorgeous decoration, but she had an indescribable noble temperament.
Her face, as white as jade, exudes a heroic spirit that is very rare among women.
The sandalwood incense is curling and the lamp is as dim as a bean.
At this moment, the pair of lacquered eyes were silently looking at the painting hanging on the wall.
The painting shows a handsome man in green clothes holding a sword, standing on the top of a mountain, quietly overlooking the mountains and rivers of the world.
He had his hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, a precious gourd hanging from his waist, a red mark between his eyebrows, and a calm and elegant temperament, with an extraordinary handsomeness.
This painting was created by the eldest princess of the Tang Dynasty, and there are words written by the Tang Emperor Li Shimin in the blank space next to it.
Qianyuan Miaodao Dragon and Tiger Demon Subduing Heavenly Master!
"Master, it's been twelve years. Where on earth have you been..."
Thinking back to the day we parted, Master and Uncle-Master flew up into the sky on dragons. The scene is still vivid in my mind, but it was twelve years ago.
During these twelve years, she had never given up on finding a master and had tried various secret techniques, but to no avail.
Even her father gave up.
"Master, do you know that a lot of changes have taken place in the Tang Dynasty over the years, some of which are good and some of which are bad..."
"Master, my father is old, and he has become more and more fond of that Indian monk, who only wants to make elixirs for immortality..."
"Master, what should I do? Can you tell me in my dream?"
"Master, I miss you..."
In the quiet room, Princess Changle, who had been named the Princess Guardian of the Country and the leader of the second generation of the Dormant Dragon of the Tang Dynasty and was regarded by countless people as the patron saint of the Tang Dynasty, rarely showed a trace of weakness.
In the years since her master left, she has undergone tremendous changes, from a little girl who liked to hide behind her master, to a powerful Yang God who can stand on her own and dominate others.
She is surrounded by the halos of the National Master, the Leader of the Dormant Dragons, the Princess Guarding the Nation, and the Lady of the Nine Heavens, which attracts the attention of the world, but also carries a heavy pressure.
Only in this small courtyard where her master once lived, facing her master's portrait, could she show a hint of weakness.
Beside her, a long green whip with flowing light trembled slightly, as if trying to comfort its owner.
Changle looked at the portrait and wanted to say something else, but his expression changed. The tenderness on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by indifference and majesty.
His eyes were clear, his long hair was fluttering, and his body was flowing with five-colored fairy light. With a light touch of his finger, the long green whip flew out like a dragon and stabbed the person approaching the door.
She had instructed that no one should disturb her during this period.
Those in power use both kindness and severity.
Now that Changle has become the leader, she must learn how to command her subordinates. Otherwise, she will only bring shame to her master and will not be able to protect her master's hard work.
"Your Highness, it's me."
A familiar voice sounded, and the long green whip instantly stopped in front of the other party, and then flew back to Changle.
"Uncle Yu, please come in."
Changle's eyes moved. Uncle Yu knew the rules best. He came here so late at night, he must have something important to report.
A man entered the room. He was thin, wearing a Green Emperor mask, and had a somewhat mysterious temperament.
He was the most mysterious Qing Emperor among the hibernating dragons, who was specifically responsible for intelligence work. No one knew his identity except the national teacher Li Daoxuan and the emperor Li Shimin.
But now it seems that there will be one more person who knows his identity.
The Green Emperor slowly took off his mask. In contrast to his mysterious temperament, under the mask was a shrewd face with a mustache and a gleam in his eyes. He looked more like a shop owner.
Yulong was originally a jade Pixiu who ran a brothel in the ghost market for a living. He was later rescued by Li Daoxuan, who healed the scars on his face so that he could live openly in Chang'an.
His greatest ideal in life is to provide a shelter for those spirit objects, so that they don't have to be displaced like he was before, or even have to kill people in the end.
Later, with the help of Li Daoxuan, he changed his name to Qingdi, recruited ancient elves from all over the world, and established an intelligence network covering all states of the Tang Dynasty.
What could be more suitable for intelligence work than an ancient artifact that has become a spirit?
After all, no one would lie to an inconspicuous object.
"Uncle Yu, has the master been found?"
A glimmer of hope appeared in Changle's eyes.
Yu Long sighed softly and said, "Not yet. I came here tonight with another important news."
Changle felt a little disappointed, but quickly calmed down and asked, "What news?"
Yulong looked around and whispered, "The news from the East Palace is that the Crown Prince and the Indian monk came to the palace an hour ago and presented a recipe for an elixir. His Majesty was very pleased and named the Indian monk the Holy Buddha of Shanhai Hui Zizai Tong Wang."
Changle's heart sank when he heard this.
The Indian monk was originally a captive brought back by Wang Xuance, but he called himself the reincarnation of Venerable Ananda, which confused the prince, and recently he has been increasingly valued by his father.
It was said in the Lotus Sutra - Chapter 9: The Record of the Learned and the Unlearned that Venerable Ananda would become a Buddha, and his Buddha name would be the Buddha of Mountain and Sea Wisdom and Freedom.
When my father bestowed this title, he acknowledged with imperial power that the Indian monk was the reincarnation of Ananda. It is conceivable that after the news spread, the name of the evil monk would inevitably spread throughout the world and become the talk of the town.
"What is the recipe?"
Changle asked immediately. Although her father was old and obsessed with refining elixirs and taking medicine, he was still rational and would not grant such a title casually.
Yulong shook his head and said, "It's still under investigation, but the prince took the opportunity to raise a matter."
After saying this, he hesitated to speak.
Changle said: "Just say it."
"The Crown Prince begs His Majesty to appoint that evil monk as... the new Imperial Master!"
Snap!
Under the cushion where Changle was sitting, the ground suddenly cracked open, and cracks spread in all directions.
Three thousand black hairs move without wind.
She didn't say anything, but the coldness between her brows was like snow flying in winter, falling on the earth.
"But His Majesty did not agree. He said that he would consider this matter after the evil monk refines the elixir."
Changle stood up slowly, her slender figure wrapped in a goose yellow long skirt. The girl back then had now grown up completely, and was now graceful and elegant.
The tall figure gives off an invisible sense of oppression.
"Uncle Yu, what do the other hibernating dragons think?"
Yulong's eyes lit up. After being suppressed for so long, has His Highness finally decided to fight back ?
"Your Highness, we have been waiting for your order. The Crown Prince has lost his moral integrity, favored the evil monk, and divided the bad people. The elixir recipe will definitely harm the dragon body. For the sake of the country, please... don't back down!"
Changle looked at the painting quietly, and his gaze gradually became firm.
She turned around and walked out with big strides. The long green whip turned into a green rope and tied up her flying black hair. Her white jade-like face suddenly looked more heroic.
"No one can take away my master's things."
"I will go see my father first. Uncle Yu, you immediately send a message to all the hibernating dragons and ask them to come back to Xuandu Temple to see me."
Yu Long looked at the heroic and resolute figure's back, as if he saw the imperial teacher again.
He was moved and bowed deeply: "Yes!"
…
Not long after the two left, the candlelight that had been burning quietly in the house suddenly flickered.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the painting hanging on the wall trembled slightly and then returned to calm.
