Chapter 8: Linghu's Mansion, the Capital of Mengyuan

Daolian took the green pill herself and turned her head to see that the sun was already setting in the west.

Daolian saw that a restaurant in Nuo Da was deserted, so she decided to choose a relatively clean guest room on her own and take a break.

Just as I put down the package, I felt a surge of Qi and blood in my body. I quickly gathered my true Qi, only to find that my heart was empty.

Originally, that palm actually mobilized all the true energy of Buddhism in one's body. At this time, the true energy was weak and the injury was not healed, making one naturally uncomfortable.

Daolian crossed her knees on the couch, clasped her hands together, observing her nose and heart with her eyes, slowly adjusting her true qi.

Gradually, strands of Buddhist true energy slowly emerged, slowly gathered, and finally settled in the sea of Dantian Qi.

Next, Daolian mobilized strands of true qi, starting from the lower Dantian, following the Du meridian upwards, following the Ren meridian downwards, passing through the three levels, communicating with Ren and Du. The heart and kidneys intersected, and water and fire were both coordinated. After running for a small week, she felt much warmer in her abdomen, so she started over again.

For a long time, the east has turned white, and the true qi in the Daolian body has been running for seven, seven, four, and nine weeks. At this moment, when he got up, he realized that his true qi had improved significantly compared to before yesterday's battle. Moreover, his true qi was even richer and purer, adding a sense of dominance to his body.

This may be the reason why the old won't go and the new won't come. That palm, like human excretion, emptied all the remaining true qi in the Daolian body, including some impurities that blocked meridians. In addition, the healing medicine of the Mongolian Yuan clan, "Qinglian Tiger Bone Pill," now cleared the circulation in the Daolian body, and the whole person seemed to radiate a new radiance.

Daolian moved her muscles and bones, seeming very satisfied with her growth.

Until now, Daolian had the opportunity to sit on the chair and carefully ponder yesterday's Hackel's words.

When he was practicing this incomplete palm technique, Hackel once said the words "Great Bright God Palm" and asked himself about his relationship with the Zen Saint Sutra.

Could it be that this kind of palm technique is actually a unique skill of Zen Buddhism, named "Great Bright God Palm"? However, this should just be one copy of this palm technique.

Just one copy can bring endless benefits to oneself. It can be imagined that if one learns the entire set of palm techniques, their cultivation will be no different from what they are now. It is possible that at that time, the master's great revenge will be avenged

Doing evil deeds will bring retribution!

Thinking of this, Daolian took a deep breath, stretched lazily, looked out the window, and said, "The sunshine is nice today."

I went downstairs and walked out of the restaurant door, only to see that the shopkeeper and the waiter had already returned.

The shopkeeper saw Daolian come down and quickly nodded and bowed, saying, "How is Buddha resting? But if you need anything, I will immediately ask the waiter to prepare."

Daolian took out a ding of silver and put it on the table. She said with a smile, "Just prepare some Mantou, but... I didn't cause the loss of the restaurant alone, so I will only pay you a ding of silver..."

The shopkeeper shook his hands and said: "No, no, no, no, the Buddha was so brave and righteous yesterday. We all looked at it and believed it. How can we collect money from the Buddha? Waiter, prepare Mantou for the Buddha!"

Seeing the shopkeeper's glib tongue, Daolian left the silver on the table. She said nothing more. She took Mantou, took her own thin horse, left the scattered restaurant, and continued to walk to Beiping City.

"Ma Er Ma Er, you have rested well, now you need to gather your energy and rush on." Daolian touched the skinny horse's neck and said.

A monk and a horse began to rush on like a horse watching flowers, walking and stopping, eating and sleeping.

Ten days later, I finally arrived outside the city of Beiping.

Daolian dismounted and patted the horse's back, saying, "Alright, your mission has been completed. The monk has arrived, and you can freely gallop now."

After finishing speaking, he lightly patted the horse's buttocks, and the skinny horse let out a joyful scream before galloping away with its four hooves in the air.

Daolian angrily said, "This dead horse is running so fast at this moment, and I don't want to say goodbye to the monk. Oh, it's really sad..."

Beiping City is not inferior to being the capital of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, the ruler of the world today, and the most important town in the world.

Outside the city, there is a man-made moat over ten meters wide that surrounds Beiping City, with a depth of over ten meters. This is only the first line of defense of Beiping City. Inside, there is a gate building used for night watchkeeping and alarm, serving as the second line of defense. Behind the gate tower is an arrow tower, which is over thirty meters high. The outer wall is straight and the arrow holes are densely distributed, making it convenient for observation and archery shooting. This is the third line of defense. There is a fortress built between the Arrow Tower and the Main Tower. If the enemy attacks, it can form a situation of "catching turtles in the fortress" and completely capture the enemy. This is the fourth line of defense. And the main city gate is the last line of defense.

It is extremely difficult for the enemy to break through these five defensive lines. The capital of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, Beiping, can be said to be as solid as gold and soup.

At this point, a suspension bridge is placed above the gate tower, connecting both sides of the moat for people to enter and exit.

Daolian walked over the suspension bridge, passed by the gate tower and arrow tower, passed through the Wengcheng, and sighed, "The Mongolians have made the city of Beiping like cast iron and copper. It seems that they are also constantly worried about the backlash of the Apocalypse..."

Arriving at the main entrance, she saw a small door open next to it. Upon closer inspection, Daolian finally saw the clues.

Originally, this main gate was intended for the Mongolian Yuan people to enter and exit on their own. The Tianqi people all entered and exited through the small gate, and the Mongolian Yuan people who entered and exited through the main gate swaggered and talked and laughed, while the Tianqi people who entered and exited through the small gate all lowered their heads and were extremely low-key.

Daolian felt angry in her heart and thought to herself that one day, the Tianqi people will break through your city of Beiping, destroy your Mengyuan Heavenly Kingdom, and restore our Tianqi mountains and rivers!

But at this moment, looking at the heavily guarded city gate guard post, I'd better obediently enter through that small door.

Daolian thought that she could smoothly enter Beiping City through that small gate, but she was still stopped by the guards.

The guard shouted, "Hey, hello, what about you? It's you. Stop, that Heavenly Apocalypse Monk. What are you doing? Why did you come to Beiping City?"

Daolian felt a fire in her heart, but it was inconvenient for her to erupt at this moment. She said, "I'm here to find someone."

Meng Yuan, the guard, said, "Who are you looking for?"

Daolian was asked impatiently and simply said, "Linghu Shuang!"

Meng Yuan, the guard, was taken aback and his tone changed. He said, "Are you a guest of the Linghu family?"

Daolian replied, "Not bad, can I let the monk in now?"

Of course, the Meng Yuan Guard knew that the Linghu family was a wealthy family in the martial arts world, with extensive connections. He served as the city gate guard and read countless people every day. At this moment, he saw the Taoist Lotus with a divine light in his eyes, showing that he had cultivated himself. It seemed that he was truly a distinguished guest of the Linghu family. He spoke slowly and said, "That's it. Master, please come in."

Daolian was shocked and immediately entered the city, thinking to herself that the influence of the Linghu family in Beiping was indeed extraordinary. She only mentioned the three words "Linghu Shuang", and the guard of Mengyuan immediately respected her. It seemed that Linghu Shuang was indeed a person.

Within the city of Beiping, and outside the city, it can be said that there is a dual heaven, the difference between heaven and hell.

In this chaotic world, the city of Beiping is bustling and bustling. It turns out that New Year's Eve is approaching.

In the mouths of the Mongolian people, it is the "Nadam" festival.

On both sides of the street, various stalls and markets are dazzling, and pedestrians come and go non-stop, with the sound of firecrackers ringing everywhere.

Daolian also saw such a bustling and bustling scene for the first time, and couldn't help but take a few more glances. She thought to herself that if the world were like this, the Mongolian Yuan people and the Tianqi people could coexist peacefully and all beings were equal, then who would rule this world would not matter much.

Daolian remembered her purpose of coming here and after a little inquiry, it was clear that everyone knew about the Linghu family in Beiping City. She asked for the path and headed straight towards the Linghu family's mansion.

The courtyard of the Linghu family is very eye-catching, with towering towers that make it easy for people to know the direction from afar. In front of the gate, there are two huge stone lions crouching, with a fierce and lifelike appearance.

Daolian knocked on the door. Later, a butler who looked like him opened the red lacquered wooden door and stretched out his head, saying, "Is it the monk who made a fortune? Wait a moment, I'll go get you some food." Daolian quickly said, "I misunderstood, benefactor. I'm here to visit Mr. Linghu for something."

The butler frowned and said, "Are you an old acquaintance with my old man?"

Daolian said truthfully, "I haven't seen it before."

"But the old man invited me?"

"Not really."

"My old man won't easily entertain guests. Little master, please come back. If there's anything, I can inform you."

"This matter is very urgent. I must meet with Mr. Linghu in person. Could you please help me understand and inform him?"

The butler glanced at Daolian again and said, "Wait a moment."

After speaking, he closed the courtyard door.

Daolian pursed her lips and said, "Today has been really tough. Every time I come across a door, I have to spend more time talking."

Daolian didn't know, just now, a pair of eyes had already scrutinized Daolian up and down through the crack in the door.

For a long time, when Daolian had become slightly impatient, the gate of the courtyard finally opened again.

The butler said, "My old man is not here, but my... young master, please come in."

Daolian thought to herself first and then entered the reception hall of the Linghu family.

The butler asked Daolian to sit down and brew a cup of Biluochun, saying, "Little master, wait a moment. I'll go and invite the young master over."

Daolian nodded slightly and took a sip of tea. The taste was clear and fragrant, and it was indeed the finest Biluochun.

After a cup of tea, a young master walked out.

The young master had a white face, red lips, and was very elegant. His eyes were bright and he held a folding fan and sat on the main seat.

"I don't know how to call the master when ordering the fox side?" The voice was clear and pleasant, very pleasant to the ear.

"I dare not, the monk's Dharma name is Daolian."

Linghu nodded and said, "Master Daolian didn't come at the right time. My father happened to be out for some business, and I don't know when he will return. I wonder why the master asked my father. Can you help me?"

Daolian helped the bamboo hat and glanced at the butler.

Linghu Fang understood and asked the butler to go down first. The butler hesitated a bit, but Linghu Fang said, "You go down first. Close the door, it's not a big deal."

Upon hearing this, the butler slowly withdrew from the reception hall and closed the door.

Daolian saw that the hall door was finished and said, "As a monk, don't lie. Let's get straight to the point. Brother Linghu, do you know the art of disguise?"