The night the third princess was locked up, and the night before the blessing ceremony, Fu Yan finally received a small note from the third princess when he was alone.
The one who handed him the note was the waiter who wanted to make trouble. At first, the waiter only said, "Someone sent you a letter." Fu Yan didn't say who it was. Fu Yan simply put the note on top of the candle, pretending to burn it, but the waiter finally let go.
"Master National Teacher, this is a letter of help from the third princess..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Fu Yan set the note on fire. Moreover, a gust of wind came from somewhere, and it blew the flames so fast that the flames almost caught Fu Yan's hand in the blink of an eye.
When Fu Yan threw away the note, the note had already been burned to the point of burning black pieces, and the waiter had no way to get it back.
He looked at Fu Yan in shock: "Master National Teacher, you...?!"
"I said, don't get involved in worldly things, it seems that you are not listening." Fu Yan did not respond to his doubts at all, and said coldly, "Forget it, each has its own way, it seems that you are no longer suitable for cultivation with me." The
servant boy heard his words, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe: "You want to drive me away?! "
I don't listen, it doesn't mean I can't hear it; I don't speak, it means I don't know." Fu Yan didn't explain much, "I won't pursue it, you can go back to the Taoist temple after the prayer ceremony. , let him arrange your whereabouts."
"I'm not going!" The waiter knelt down in front of Fu Yan, "Master Guo, I know I'm wrong, I'll change it, don't drive me away."
Fu Yan didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and turned around Back to the room: "There will be a ceremony tomorrow, rest early." The
waiter wanted to say something, but Fu Yan didn't turn his head back: "Don't follow me." The
waiter had to stop. He didn't dare to forcefully follow the National Master's room. After all, if he fueled Fu Yan's fire now, maybe Fu Yan would throw him out of the Taoist temple immediately.
Tonight, the work of serving the national teacher to sleep is naturally not his part.
He watched the other servants who were behind him on weekdays, entering and leaving the room of the national teacher, and his face became more and more gloomy.
"You wait, when the ceremony arrives tomorrow, let's see how arrogant you are after smashing the pot...!"
***
On the second day, the ceremony finally arrived.
Because this ceremony was also decided casually by Fu Yan, so he was very considerate and did not decide too early. Seeing that it was already past ten o'clock in the morning, everything was ready, and it was only due to Fu Yan that he started to act.
The place where the ceremony was held was still in the palace, and a place was chosen to set up a dharma platform, and all kinds of magic weapons were readily available. In fact, Fu Yan didn't know how to use those props. Even the original props list was copied by Cen Yi from other rituals and sent by himself, which belonged to atmosphere supplies.
Not many people came to the ceremony. The most important ones are the emperor, the empress dowager, the queen, the prince, the eldest princess, and several emperor's confidants. Fu Yan suspects that these ministers are here to be lobbyists, and is always ready to persuade the national teacher to change his tone, so that he must get the providence of "harmony is precious".
The other ones are the palace people who are the background boards. Of course, regardless of whether it was reasonable or not, Fan Xiangyi, who was dressed in the role of "Guardian Chief", also came to the scene dignifiedly. Moreover, he was standing quite close to Fu Yan, as if he had taken the job of "assisting the national teacher in close proximity".
However, the ones closest to Fu Yan were his servants, including the troublemaker.
This little devil panicked last night, but today it seems to be much calmer. Fu Yan guessed that he must be holding back for a while to do something wrong. Unfortunately, because Fu Yan can't, so he won't follow the routine of the previous national teacher at all, so there is no way for this little brat to be bad.
While Fu Yan was thinking about it, he heard someone calling the time, and the time set for the ceremony finally arrived.
He stepped onto the platform without hesitation.
Just before stepping on the steps, Fu Yan subconsciously glanced at Fan Xiangyi for some reason.
Fan Xiangyi still stood there, with one hand on the hilt of the sword, the cloak swaying gently in the wind. Fu Yan looked at him, and he looked at Fu Yan with a cold expression. But it was this indifferent and indifferent appearance that still gave Fu Yan a sense of peace of mind.
Fu Yan thought to himself: Maybe even if we players dance in the game now, in front of this big guy, it's just a trick.
He thought so, looked away, and stepped up to the heights of the Dharma platform step by step.
Fan Xiangyi looked at him and saw him in white clothes fluttering upwards, as if a crane or a heron was flapping its wings towards the clouds, and another figure appeared in his mind uncontrollably.
It's strange to say that Fu Yan's appearance is obviously different from the person in Fan Xiangyi's memory, but Fan Xiangyi suddenly thinks that they are almost exactly the same. Perhaps because Fu Yan had long hair and was wearing a flowing long-sleeved robe, that face, which was originally only attractive, became immortal and elegant.
It's a feeling, and it's something that's incomprehensible deep inside.
Fu Yan didn't know how Fan Xiangyi looked at him. Anyway, everyone was looking at him at the moment. When he stood on the Dharma platform and put on a stick of incense, it was time to start the "practice".
He took the pen, dipped it in cinnabar, and then took away the yellow paper on the table... and put the paper that he tore from the work manual on the table.
Red pen cinnabar, brush fairy array.
Draw a house first, then write "yes" and "no". Since Qi Yingfei was probably an ancient person who didn't know pinyin, Fu Yan stopped writing, put down his pen, and picked up a bamboo shelf.
This is the "solo pen fairy" that he consulted with the boss when he told Fan Xiangyi that he wanted a brush fairy array. Of course, when it was said that it was a consultation, it was actually Fu Yan talking nonsense, and Brahma Xiangyi said "yes". I don't know if it's real or fake. Anyway, in the end, Fu Yan decided to make a big platter of "feudal superstition". He hung a pen on the divination shelf of the sand table, and the tip of the pen lightly touched the paper. Fu Yan put his hands on the shelf, let the vibration drive the strokes, and it was over.
This operation made the waiter who was standing under the stage looking at it, thinking about making trouble, looked stupid.
Originally, the set of the National Teacher Dance Master requires a little preparation and a little cooperation to have a "performing effect". Relying on this process, this waiter has already secretly moved his hands and feet. In the end, Fu Yan didn't know, and didn't do that at all. Now he actually put up a bamboo stand on the table, put his hands up and closed his eyes in silence. This confusing behavior really made the waiter incomprehensible.
If you want to make trouble, there is no way to start.
Fu Yan was in such a daze with peace of mind... Oh no, he opened his lips and said silently: "Pixian Penxian, I am your life..."
Fan Xiang looked at his unfathomable expression, and when he thought that he was actually there What to do, can not help but feel funny. If it hadn't been for Mr. Vatican's arrogant appearance, he would have laughed outright on this serious occasion.
Fu Yan stood there for a while, feeling that nothing had changed. He was thinking about whether to change the way, when a cold wind suddenly hit his face.
--coming?
When Fu Yan opened his eyes, he saw that the dark clouds were already rolling in from the horizon. The blue sky was cloudy just now, but it suddenly darkened after a while. The cold wind rushed past, blowing down the temperature around the people and messing up Fu Yan's long hair. The originally sacred ceremony was quickly changed by the sudden darkness and gloom.
Everyone was startled by this unlucky sight, and then frowned. Especially the emperor and the empress dowager looked at the sky and then at the national teacher: "What's going on? The national teacher, you..."
Fu Yan didn't answer, but just watched the dark clouds gather above their heads, rolling and spinning, as if they were above the palace A rolling vortex formed. It is like an abyss, ready to open its mouth to swallow anything on the ground at any time.
Fu Yan lowered his head again at this time, and saw traces of black smoke began to flow from the traces of cinnabar on the paper.
He subconsciously looked at Brahma Xiangyi under the stage.
Fan Xiangyi was very calm at this time, completely unlike Ke Xinya, who rushed out to hold someone and asked, "How dare you borrow the power of the Abyss Temple". Fu Yan guessed that he should have expected this, so he calmed down.
Fu Yan's hands were still lightly resting on the bamboo shelf, and he asked in a low voice, "Pixian Bixian, are you here?" A
black handwriting suddenly circled the blood-red "yes" written in cinnabar. Seeing this scene, the black handwriting dissipated like smoke.
Fu Yan asked again, "Are you a 'God of War'?"
Yes.
"Are you 'Qi Yingfei'?"
Yes.
"National teacher, what are you doing!"
The emperor under the Fatai felt more and more strange, and asked Fu Yan sternly: "Did you attract something ominous?!"
His tone sounded stern, It's just that he is weak and weak, and even needs the secret support of the general manager, so his momentum has been reduced a lot. The two women, the queen mother and the queen next to them, were stunned by this situation, and they didn't dare to speak, let alone follow the emperor to question the national teacher?
As for the youngest and strongest prince and eldest princess, they had received Fu Yan's "prediction" earlier and were mentally prepared for this scene. In addition, Fu Yan seems to be able to control the situation, so Cen Yi and Cen Yi are not in a hurry at all - they just act in a hurry.
Fu Yan ignored them.
Black smoke poured out of the pen fairy formation, climbed up along the pen, and wrapped around Fu Yan's fingers. But the amazing thing is that this time there is no cold feeling that penetrates into the bone marrow. Perhaps it is the mark of the master of Vatican that has played a role again. Fu Yan didn't need to be distracted, he continued to take the opportunity to ask questions.
He actually wanted to confirm whether the cause of death of "God of War" was what Cen Yi had guessed and experienced before. But asking the cause of death usually leads to big problems, so Fu Yan first asked, "Do you have a long-cherished wish that has not been fulfilled?"
Yes.
"Can I do it for you?"
No.
It was the first time that Fu Yan saw Qi Yingfei choose "No". He thought for a while, thinking about Qi Yingfei's favorability, and decided to take a risk: "Can Cen Yi help you fulfill your wish?"
This question was not answered. According to the rules of the game, Li Gui, who came as a "pen fairy", can't lie, but he can not answer.
Fu Yan's mind was spinning, and he quickly adjusted the question: "Can you tell Cen Yi in a dream, what is your wish?"
Yes.
Fu Yan's eyes lit up: It's done!
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