I draw a card first

Chapter 432 Aiwen enters Chang'an

Aiwen's principle (only for this copy) is to only play Yangmou, not conspiracy.

So early in the morning three days later.
Chang'an City, the capital of the most powerful empire in Nanfang continent, is a true super city with a population of more than 500 million. It has been the capital of emperors since the Zhou, Qin, and Han dynasties.

Coupled with the benefits brought by the prosperity and rise of the empire and several expansions, it can be described as extremely prosperous and luxurious now.

Even if it is at night due to restrictions such as curfew, pedestrians are not allowed to wander on the streets after sunset, but the existence of the places called Jiaofang is still not delayed, so that the lights under the moonlight are still bright and crimson, and people who have not returned can still enjoy their time. Enjoy the joy of "this piece doesn't miss Shu".

Well, the premise is to have money
And this over-developed entertainment industry is obviously one of the root causes of the Buddha's saying that people in Nanbuzhou "greed for lust and enjoy misfortunes".

Using this as an excuse, the original westbound drama happened.

Of course, whether or not all of these exist in this obviously wrong dungeon is obviously a question mark, but this does not affect the daily turmoil in Chang'an City.

There are even more city gods and land creatures in this city than in other cities, and the number is about to reach double digits.

After all, the salary is super good, the job is easy, there is no danger of being skinned or even killed by monsters and ghosts, and there is a proper golden job, so countless hard workers from other places want to transfer here.

However, on this day, things took a new turn.

The Chang'an City God and the locals, who had been leisurely enjoying endless offerings every day, all ran out of their original jurisdiction with fear that they could not escape.

And as they disappeared, a figure wearing a cloud brocade cassock, holding a nine-ringed Buddhist staff in one hand, and a Bodhi Buddha beads in the other, slowly walked into Mingde Gate.

The person who came was naturally Ai Wen who had been living in Molin Temple for almost a year, now the Great Master Sanzang and the ancestor of Mozong's lineage.

"This is Chang'an..."

Raising his head, looking at the majestic city walls, wide roads and dense crowds, he couldn't help feeling an inexplicable disorder of time and space.

It was as if I had traveled across the world and seen the prosperous scene that once existed on the land of the earth's flower growers 500 years ago.

Of course, this kind of emotion is not even the breeze blowing across the water to his powerful state of mind at the moment, so just a slight pause in his eyes, he continued to take steps that were as accurate as if he had measured them accurately, towards into the city.

His goal was naturally the palace, to meet directly with the top talker.

And in order to avoid some slap-in-the-face scenes or even unnecessary conflicts, behind him seemingly alone, there is actually a group of newly promoted Mo Sect disciples with deep family backgrounds who are serving him before and after, and even the things in the palace are not clear. It has already been arranged.

Don't doubt that the man who finally seized the throne through a coup d'état has the ability to control the country.

He is a wise king who accepts good advice in his country, but it is undeniable that the experience in the first half of his life has made him also a conceited and inferior person, tolerant but extremely sensitive, and his heart is destined to never find peace and forgiveness. By.

Any unusual disturbance would touch his sensitive nerves.

Therefore, when the Molin Temple was first established, His Majesty the Emperor already knew about the existence of this new school through secret reports.

And with the arrival of more and more follow-up news, the wisdom, ability and influence shown by the Mo monks made him pay more and more attention to Mo Zong, so that Aiwen sent signals through certain channels, and wanted to see Only when they are on the same side can it be so smooth.

Of course, as for the role of those boxes of gold, silver and jewels that were secretly allocated to the disciples in charge, it is good for everyone to tacitly understand, after all, these days, even the boss of Xitian is taking the lead in asking for money.
I don’t know if it’s because the Great God Mani has a better face, or the fame of Sanzang Dharma Master’s eloquence played a role, or because he has seen Mo Zong’s influence and future potential. In short, the current Emperor of the Tang Dynasty is very give face.

He directly dispatched a close-fitting eunuch to lead a team of imperial guards out of the palace gate, and received this famous monk who was said to have traveled westward and tried to go to Xitian Lingshan, but returned suddenly for some unknown reason.

Although, compared to other worlds, the treatment of younger brothers can be said to be quite low, but there is no way, who made this actual Jin Chanzi's popularity so terrible?
In addition, there is no endorsement secretly made by Guanyin on behalf of the Buddhist boss. To be honest, it is very good that a powerful king can do this.

After all, even if the emperor himself doesn't care about posture, those mad dog censors are always watching!
From the side door of the palace into the palace wall, twists and turns, and finally in a slightly dilapidated side hall, Ai Wen finally saw the half-life fighter who launched the Xuanwumen Change, killing brothers and prisoners The cruel king whose father finally seized the throne.

Ignoring the other party's scrutinizing eyes, he raised his eyes and glanced at the guards hiding behind the scenes. Master Sanzang smiled suddenly, expressing that he invited the emperor to have a dream talk.

Li Moumou, who had a lot of psychological shadow about this, wanted to refuse decisively, but found that before he could speak, he appeared on a huge white cloud in a trance.

"This is."

Slightly pondering, Emperor Li Er took a few steps tentatively, stepping firmly on the clouds and mist.

Sure enough, the seemingly ethereal white clouds have a substantial touch, a bit elastic but not lacking in toughness.

After confirming that he would not fall, the emperor in his heart walked to the edge of the white cloud step by step, then leaned forward and looked down, and suddenly saw a huge city entrenched on the ground.

Although the entire city was only the size of a palm in his eyes due to its height, the uniform structure and eye-catching imperial palaces still made him recognize it at a glance.This is definitely their own Chang'an city.

"Illusions? No... it should be a dream! The master is a good way to drag me into this dream in an instant!"

Looking around indifferently, this emperor who had personally led a team to kill people in the first half of his life, and whose hands were stained with countless dead souls, perfectly displayed the calmness of a monarch who has experienced the difficulties of starting a business in this environment.

And following his words, a leisurely response came from behind.

"To make His Majesty laugh, it's just a small trick not worth mentioning."

The voice was vast, causing waves of misty clouds to churn, and then amidst the shining golden light, a white jade tea table and chairs appeared behind the emperor.

Ai Wen, who was wearing a cloud brocade cassock, was sitting on one side, holding a black jade teapot, and slowly poured a piece of fragrant, crystal clear tea juice in the suet white jade cup, and stretched out his hand to say "please"

"Master, would you like to have tea instead of wine and have a chat with me?"

Sitting down generously, the emperor looked at the jade cup the size of two thumbs and the never-before-seen green tea in it, drank it all in one gulp, then closed his eyes slightly, and said

"good."

(End of this chapter)