Chapter 130: Those who are close to ginger eat noon. The gates of the Prince of Qin's Palace were wide open, and an eight-horse carriage belonging to a first-class prince was slowly moving towards the direction of the Imperial Palace. Once this type of vehicle frame comes out, there is no need for any signs asking people to keep quiet and stay away. Because the prince will be traveling in his carriage, the streets will be cleared in advance. This is the royal rule, and it is also the reason why the King of Qin insisted on setting up the royal palace in Xijingfang. There is no other reason. Most of the people living here are officials and nobles. It is also close to the imperial palace. Even if the streets are cleaned up, it has nothing to do with the common people. In front of the carriage, in addition to a group of knights guarding, there were Baihua and Jiang Lin riding on tall horses. Jiang Lin went there as the "offering minister" of the King of Qin, so naturally he could not sit in the carriage. "I said, Master, is it really that delicious?" Mr. Baihua glanced at Jiang Lin beside him and smiled helplessly.
I saw the Taoist priest holding a bun in his hand and eating it bite by bite, and he was also carrying a sling in his hand. The Taoist priest packed half a basket of steamed buns in the morning. It’s okay if he can’t finish them all, he can save them and eat them later. And it looks like they are planning to eat all the way to the palace. "Sir, you don't understand. This has nothing to do with the buns. This is my obsession." Jiang Lin stuffed the last bite of bun into his mouth with a smile, and took out another one while talking. This time, he would never let go of the sack in his hand. "Obsession?" Mr. Baihua blinked in confusion, not quite understanding what it meant, but he didn't dwell on it too much and just turned up his sleeves. "Master, go on." Jiang Lin raised his hand and caught the object that Baihua threw over. It was a few small cubes wrapped in oil paper. If you smelled it, you could smell the scent of mint. "After all, leeks are meat and will pollute your breath." Mr. Baihua smiled and said, "I made some delicious candies myself, Taoist priest, please have a try." "Thank you very much." Jiang Lin smiled and nodded, without any hesitation, he opened one and put it in his mouth. "Not bad, good stuff." Jiang Lin thought for a moment and said, "I am an expert at making smoked meat. I will make some for you to try later." "I can't ask for it." Mr. Baihua nodded with a smile. The two chatted idly, and soon they arrived in front of the Forbidden City.
"Xuanwumen?" Jiang Lin looked at the door in front of him and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He turned sideways and said to Mr. Baihua: "Our Majesty is really not taboo." "The direction is wrong. The Xuanwu Gate of the previous dynasty should not be in this direction." Mr. Baihua looked straight ahead, moved his lips slightly, and answered with a smile. Tsk, a little guts, but not much. Jiang Lin complained silently in his heart. This is the same as conferring all the "particular" titles such as King of Qin, King of Zhao, and King of Han, but keeping them in Kyoto. Jiang Lin and Baihua don't need to worry about how to enter the palace. The knights from the Prince Qin's Palace will do the negotiation. Although the emperor placed the Prince of Qin in Kyoto and "generously" set up the Xuanwu Gate as the closest palace gate for the Prince of Qin to enter the palace, he still received no less treatment. The King of Qin was naturally able to establish a government and build a palace. One hundred and twenty soldiers are also allowed to serve as guards within the palace. Well, by the way, the general guard specification for a first-class prince is eight hundred soldiers. Soon, the Xuanwu Gate opened. Jiang Lin seemed to sense something and looked up, only to see a bright silver mirror hanging high above the door, which could clearly see every detail of people and animals. "This is the Mirror to Repel Evil. This mirror is hung above all the gates of the Forbidden City." Mr. Baihua explained, "But any evil spirit or demon will be exposed under this mirror." "Oh……" Jiang Lin nodded suddenly, feeling that this was just like taking off pants to fart. How weird must one be to have nothing better to do than come to the Forbidden City and cause trouble for the emperor? If there really is an evil demon king who can ignore the dragon energy of the human world, what can you do if you take a photo of him? Jiang Lin lost interest after just a glance and followed the convoy into the Xuanwu Gate. "Roar……" However, just as Jiang Lin passed by, the six-hole demon who was responsible for guarding him suddenly appeared and roared at the mirror. Jiang Lin took a look and saw that the surface of the Quexie Mirror shook like water waves, and finally became silent. And there was a hint of provocation in the roar of the Six-Hole Demon. It's like saying: Come on, take a picture. Although I'm a weirdo, I'm here to protect the wizards by the order of Fengdu and the North Pole. Why don't you take a picture of me? Jiang Lin withdrew his gaze. In fact, to be honest, Jiang Lin's relationship with the Emperor of the World is closer than that of other lineages. The first person that the emperor on earth must worship is the Emperor of Ziwei, and Jiang Lin also worships the Emperor of Ziwei.
If we look at it from this perspective, in a sense, Jiang Lin and the Emperor of the World can be considered "colleagues". However, the emperor certainly wouldn't think so. After all, the imperial power is unique and supreme. Jiang Lin was thinking about strange things in his mind. He walked through the Xuanwu Gate and along the straight road. Then a portal appeared in front of him again. Mr. Baihua dismounted from his horse, and the knights behind him did the same. "From here, the real inner palace is inside." Mr. Baihua signaled Jiang Lin to dismount and said with a smile, "Military officers dismount, civil officials get off the sedan chair and walk in." "Even if it's the prince, he has received the grace of His Majesty and has a sedan chair to sit in." As he spoke, Mr. Baihua turned around and gestured. The King of Qin got off the prince's carriage and changed into a sedan chair which was countless times more shabby. It is a chair with a backrest and two sticks underneath, for people to carry. But even with such a thing, there are only a handful of people in the entire Great Zhou who are qualified to sit here. "rise!" With a shout from the knight carrying the sedan chair, the original convoy turned into a walking column. There were ten knights, two carried the Qin king's sedan chair, and eight followed behind. Jiang Lin and Bai Hua were on the side, a little behind the sedan chair. As they walked, Baihua naturally made a detour and no longer walked side by side with Jiang Lin, but came to the other side of the sedan chair. The reason for doing this is simple. Because there was another person next to Jiang Lin. Zhou Rou was also walking. In this imperial palace, a princess was really nothing, let alone riding in a sedan chair. At this time, Zhou Rou was wearing a red palace skirt and a veil of the same color covering her face. Through her eyebrows and eyes, one could see that she was fully made up. And Jiang Lin turned the bun out again. He glanced at the bag and saw that there were only three buns left in it. He could finish them in a short while if he tried hard. Jiang Lin would never put the food in his sack before finishing it. This is a matter of dignity. Zhou Rou glanced at Jiang Lin from time to time, but found that the Taoist did not react at all and was concentrating on dealing with the buns in his hand. This scene made Zhou Rou both angry and amused. In the eyes of the Taoist priest, such a beautiful woman as she is, is not as good as the bun in his hand.
But then she thought that the buns he was eating were made by herself, and Zhou Rou felt a little more balanced. Because he was eating what I made so he didn't have time to look at me, well, that makes sense. Zhou Rou comforted herself in this way. After walking along the straight road, another portal appeared in front of us. On one side of the portal, there was a team of guards and a shelf. On the shelves were some weapons, armors and other things. In addition, Jiang Lin also saw some magic swords and ring knives, all of which were shining with spiritual light and were obviously magical weapons. "Greetings, His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin!" When the Prince of Qin came close, the guard stopped him and saluted, saying, "Your Majesty has ordered that all weapons and armor are not allowed into the palace. Please leave them here for the time being." “That’s as it should be.” The King of Qin nodded and waved his hand casually. The knights behind him took off their armor and drew their swords, then gathered together and fought. After the guard finished counting, he looked at Baihua and Jiang Lin, focusing on the magic sword on Jiang Lin's waist. He bowed and said, "Master, if the cultivator's magic weapon is a sword or a sharp blade, it must be kept for the time being." As he spoke, he pointed to the many swords and knives on the shelf to prove that he was not targeting Jiang Lin. Of course, this is mainly for the King of Qin to see. Jiang Lin took off the Zhenwu sword with a smile, but had no intention of handing it over. King Qin frowned and was about to speak when he saw Zhou Rou step forward. "This belongs to me." Zhou Rou walked to Jiang Lin and raised her hand. Jiang Lin was stunned for a moment, then handed it over. Zhou Rou raised her head and smiled, "I have recently become interested in sword dancing, so I made a wooden sword and asked a high priest from Shangqing Temple to consecrate it. Is this also considered a sharp blade magic weapon?" "This……" The guard hesitated for a moment, glanced at the King of Qin secretly, and then bowed and said, "Your Majesty has ordered me to do this. It really is..." "presumptuous." A voice suddenly sounded, the guard turned around and knelt down hurriedly. "I have met His Highness the Crown Prince!" A man in his twenties to thirty walked out of the palace gate. He was wearing a black python robe with four claws. Behind him was a ragged ascetic monk and several attendants. The prince came over and said with a smile: "Since it is Sister Rou's wooden sword, it is of course not among those to be confiscated." After saying that, he looked at Jiang Lin with interest. No matter who the sword belongs to, since the Princess of Qin has come out to guarantee it, it must be an ordinary wooden sword made by the Princess when she was bored. But this is the first time I have seen someone who can get the Princess of Qin to act as a guarantor.
"Yes!" The guard also breathed a sigh of relief. He also knew that no cultivator would be stupid enough to activate a magical weapon in the palace, but the rules were there and he was also in a dilemma. Now that he is no longer involved, I can naturally feel relieved. The prince glanced at Jiang Lin, and then quickly hurried to the front of the King of Qin who had already got off the sedan chair. He bowed and said, "Nephew greets the Emperor's uncle." "No, no, how can you, the Crown Prince, pay respect to your subjects first?" The King of Qin hurriedly helped the prince up and was about to return the greeting, but the prince supported him on the arm. "Uncle, my father said that today's banquet is a family banquet for our royal family. Only age and seniority are considered, nothing else matters." The prince smiled and looked at Zhou Rou, saying, "I haven't seen you for a few months. You have become more beautiful. Come back to the East Palace. Your sister-in-law has just got a Feiyan jade hairpin, which is just right for you. She has been thinking about giving it to you for a long time." "Meet the prince brother." Zhou Rou bowed and saluted, saying with a smile: "When the Empress is free, I will definitely come to bother you." "She'll be available if you come." The prince laughed and helped the King of Qin into the palace. Behind him, the prince's attendants took note silently. Regardless of what happened before, from this moment on, there must be a top-quality Feiyan jade hairpin on the Crown Princess’ dressing table in the Eastern Palace. The Crown Prince was supporting the King of Qin, so Zhou Rou had to go and accompany him. And the attendants couldn't stay too far away. This gap left Jiang Lin, Bai Hua, and the ascetic monk who followed the prince behind the rest. Mr. Baihua did not look away, his gaze was always on the back of King Qin. Jiang Lin looked at the ascetic monk with interest. He looked to be in his fifties, with a tanned skin, no beard, and was wearing a ragged patchwork suit, but it wasn't dirty and there wasn't any peculiar smell. The monk had no scars on his head. He walked silently with his hands clasped together and his head lowered. Every step is very solid. Jiang Lin's eyes circled over his limbs. My goodness, there are many Dharma protector monks who practice Vajra Zen in Buddhism, but there are not many who practice Vajra Meditation. The difference of one word can make a world of difference. Jiang Lin silently recalled the records in the Black Law inheritance and couldn't help but marvel at it. The former is based on the Buddhist Vajra Heart Method, which emphasizes using the Heart Sutra to feed back into the physical body, thereby creating a Vajra body.
But the latter, to put it bluntly, is pure self-abuse. Everything starts from physical pain, and only after going through all the sufferings in the world can one obtain Vajra Bodhi. The monks who practice this kind of bitter Zen believe that the suffering in this world is predetermined. The more they suffer and the more hardships they endure, the more people in the world will suffer and the less hardships they endure. It is easy to say, but it requires extraordinary courage and perseverance. Of course, this bitter Zen cannot be that simple. This is just the amount Jiang Lin knows. If he knows more, it will involve the Buddhist scriptures and mental methods. If Jiang Lin wanted to know, as long as he spread the word, I'm afraid that great monks from the Western Lingshan would come to preach to Jiang Lin. However, once Jiang Lin heard it, what would greet him and the great monk of Lingshan would be the vast and mysterious purple thunder of the North Pole... This thing is against the law, and it’s not just an ordinary violation. Jiang Lin didn't pay too much attention to the ascetic monk. After all, judging from his appearance, he didn't seem like someone who would cause trouble. I have to say, the palace is really big. It took a quarter of an hour to reach the banquet venue. It was the birthday of the Crown Prince's biological mother, the actual Queen, and it was her fiftieth birthday. The current Majesty was not stingy at all and held the banquet directly in the Taiji Hall. This is a hall that is only opened during the annual grand court meeting at the beginning of the year. "Uncle, sister, please." The prince turned sideways and raised his hand, smiling, "Uncle Royal has arrived early, and I have to go greet the other uncles, so I'm sorry I can't stay with you for long." "Your Highness, please go by yourself." The King of Qin nodded with a smile. After the prince said goodbye and left, King Qin waved to Jiang Lin and Baihua. "Master, there is something." The King of Qin turned his head and looked around with a serious expression. Baihua beside him subconsciously perked up, and Zhou Rou also became serious and listened attentively. "Your Majesty, please speak." Seeing this, Jiang Lin also nodded seriously. King Qin raised his hand with a solemn expression, patted his stomach implicitly, and said, "Can you give me one of the buns? I'm hungry..." Baihua: “…” Zhou Rou: “…” "…Your Majesty, please." Jiang Lin opened his sack and watched as Boss Qin took away the two remaining buns without any courtesy. "Walk slowly. You have to pay attention to your manners once you enter the hall."
As the King of Qin spoke, he shot his bows left and right without any manners. No wonder he looked around just now, it turned out that he was looking to see if anyone was paying attention to him. Behind him, Zhou Rou and Bai Hua silently followed the footsteps of King Qin. Why didn’t I realize before that my father (my lord) has such a weird side? Or is this what is meant by "Birds of a feather flock together"? Jiang Lin looked at King Qin's back and put away his saddlebag. He couldn't help but ponder. This time no food was wasted, but I didn’t eat it myself either. Does this count as fulfilling the obsession? After all, I missed it. I was a few minutes late. I still have the aftereffects of sore limbs. I wonder if a good night’s sleep will help. If it still doesn’t work, the author can only shamelessly regard this chapter as the first chapter of No. 29. I hope all readers will understand. I bow my head in respect. (End of this chapter)