Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Three days later, Murong Fu set out on a journey north again on a lonely boat. However, his destination was not Bianliang. Although he had to go to Bianliang later, there was still someone he needed to visit before that. The importance of this person, in a sense, even exceeded that of the young emperor Zhao Xu who was about to take power.

He had been to Hangzhou a few days ago and buried a memory that should never be dug up again. Now, for his future ambitions, he will take this as a starting point and open a new chapter.

After arriving at the place, Murong Fu first stayed in a local Murong family mansion, and then ordered the servant to deliver the visiting card. Just after a meal, the servant reported back that the owner of the house invited Murong Fu to visit the next day.

Ah Zhu and Ah Bi were brought by Murong Fu. After hearing the servant's reply, they couldn't help but wonder, "This man is so arrogant that he actually asked the young master to wait for him. Could he be a royal relative or a high-ranking official in the court?"

Murong Fu chuckled, "Imperial relatives and high-ranking officials in the court are not worth my trip to visit. This is probably the only person in the world that I can wait for, but this person is worth my wait."

On the second day, Murong Fu was carried to his destination in a sedan chair.

When they arrived at the place, Murong Fu lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and couldn't help laughing: Who is this old man doing this for?

It turns out that this is not a mansion, but a palace built on the hillside. The plaque in front of the temple reads "Dongxiao Palace". This place is far away from the downtown, very quiet, with an ancient temple hidden in the mountains, and the sun shining on the tall forests. The breeze blows gently, the bell sounds melodiously, and the sound of Taoists chanting scriptures can be heard from afar, which really gives a feeling of being isolated from the world.

During the Song Dynasty, Taoism has always been the state religion. Just like a beggar emperor in later generations who claimed that his ancestor was Zhu Xi, the officials of the Zhao Song Dynasty, in order to prove that they obtained the country because of their ancestors' virtue and destiny, fabricated a very powerful ancestor for themselves: Zhao Xuanlang, who was the Taoist God of Thunder and the prototype of Zhao Gongming in "The Romance of the Gods".

Since the ancestors were Taoist gods, the descendants must follow Taoism. Therefore, during the Song Dynasty, although the court's expenditures were insufficient year after year, the construction of palaces and temples never stopped. The Yuqing Palace during the reign of Emperor Zhenzong was the most famous. It had 3,000 rooms and was said to have cost 20 million guan, which emptied the national treasury. Later, during the Jiayou period of Emperor Renzong, it was burned down by a fire.

At the Treaty of Chanyuan, Empress Xiao led her son and 200,000 Liao troops all the way south, and after a lot of effort, they finally got an annual tribute of 300,000 strings of cash. Later, when Li Yuanhao rose to power, the Liao Kingdom took advantage of the situation and again increased the annual tribute to 500,000 strings of cash. Murong Fu said that instead of going to such great lengths to mobilize the sword and gun, it would be better to let the hundreds of thousands of elite Liao troops collectively transfer to civil engineering, where they would earn much less.

Having built so many palaces and temples, of course their value had to be brought into play. During the Song Dynasty, there was fierce struggle in the officialdom, but due to the so-called "family law of ancestors" that civil servants should not be killed, an official who failed in politics would often be granted the task of "supervising palaces and temples". This costly and time-consuming task led to the construction of palaces and temples that became the youth palaces with the characteristics of the Song Dynasty.

"You guys go back, I'll go up the mountain by myself."

Murong Fu ordered several sedan bearers.

"Yes, son."

"Where did you come from? Are you here to burn incense or to hold a ceremony?"

In front of the palace, a little Taoist boy came up and stopped Murong Fu.

The Taoist boy was about twelve or thirteen years old, with delicate features and eloquent speech. Seeing that Murong Fu was dressed in luxurious clothes and had a noble temperament, he did not fawn on the ordinary Taoist temples and try to cheat more money from incense offerings. It was worthy of being a royal Taoist temple that housed a big boss, and its style was indeed unique.

Murong Fu did not look down on the other person because of his young age. He said politely, "Please tell Envoy Zhang Guan that the nephew of the Gusu Murong family who sent a visiting card yesterday is here to pay a visit."

When the Taoist boy heard Murong Fu introduce himself, he was slightly surprised: "Nan Murong?"

"It's just me."

Murong Fu said with a smile.

The Taoist boy bowed and said, "So you are from the same clan as the Prince of Henan. I am sorry for the rudeness. My master told me yesterday that if Mr. Murong came, I should take him to Yuqing Cave in the back mountain to find him. My master has been in seclusion there for the past few days, so please follow me."

"Good work."

Led by the little Taoist boy, Murong Fu went up the back mountain in a strange and detour way. Along the way, he saw dense ancient cypresses, green pines, and gurgling water. It was a very quiet place suitable for self-cultivation.

Murong Fu said: "Envoy Zhang Guan is really good at choosing a place. This kind of blessed land is really enviable."

The little Taoist boy said, "Since our master took charge of this temple eight years ago, he has been living in seclusion in the back mountains most of the time. He comes down from the mountain no more than twice a year. He usually refuses all visitors from inside and outside the temple. Only today, Master Murong has made an exception."

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Oh, so I am really honored by you today."

Soon, they arrived in front of a pile of rocks. The little Taoist boy said, "My master is in this pile of rocks. Please go there by yourself."

Murong Fu took a look and was stunned: there were strange rocks and shaded trees in front of him, so where was the path?

Murong Fu was just about to ask the little Taoist boy, but the little Taoist boy used his lightness skills and had already turned into a black dot in the distance. If Murong Fu did not have excellent eyesight, he would not have been able to see it at all.

"I didn't realize that this little Taoist boy's lightness skills are actually quite impressive."

"Look at the distribution of this pile of rocks. They are arranged according to the order of the Eight Diagrams. If you don't know the trick and get stuck in it, you may not be able to get out for three days and three nights. This old man is deliberately testing me."

Murong Fu smiled slightly - according to the general idea, that is to use the principles of Qi Men Dun Jia to find out the rules. If you are lucky, you can find the path in a day or two. However, who said I have to follow the general idea?

Murong Fu pointed his toes, and his sleeves fluttered as his body floated into the air like a kite. With the surge of his true energy, his body gradually flew above the pile of rocks. From a distance, he really looked like he was riding the wind, isolated from the world, and ascending to heaven.

"found it!"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

When Murong Fu was suspended in the air for a short time and was about to fall, he finally found a corner of the pile of rocks. In the position of "Li" in the gossip, an old man with white clothes and white hair was sitting in front of a stone platform, thinking hard about something. He didn't even notice the miracle of flying in the wind in front of him.

Murong Fu pointed his toes toward the void, and in a flash of light, he landed in front of the old man as lightly as a dead leaf.

"Nephew pays respect to uncle."

The old man still didn't move, just stared at the chessboard in front of him, motionless.

Murong Fu's eyes narrowed slightly: He was very familiar with this chess game, wasn't it the Zhenlong chess game that Wuyazi had placed in Wuliang Mountain during his lifetime?

Murong Fu concentrated his mind slightly, flicked his fingers, and a force was sent out in the air.

With a muffled "puff" sound, a small hole instantly appeared on the chessboard carved out of stone.

"you!"

The old man held a black piece in his hand and hadn't put it down for a long time. Murong Fu suddenly used his finger force to make a small hole on the chessboard, and immediately made a move on behalf of the black piece.

"You are just talking nonsense. You blocked your own eyes and killed the black piece, but you only have 16 pieces left. How can you do that?"

The old man was so furious that he would have almost started cursing if he hadn't been concerned about his dignity.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "If this child is not born, I am afraid that Uncle Zhang will be obsessed with it until tomorrow morning, which is too much trouble. Although the world is peaceful now, the court is full of twists and turns, and undercurrents are surging. Uncle, as a great man of the country, the pillar of the country's safety, should always think about the emperor and the people of the world. Is it the right thing for Uncle, a great man, to be sad about this trivial art of 19 ways?"

The old man in front of me is none other than Zhang Dun, also known as Zhang Zihou, a great talent who was once famous throughout the world and received both praise and criticism in later generations.