Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

Daoyan didn't know how many times he had entered this dream recently.

The giant milky-white blood-sucking worms hovering in the sky are disintegrating. Large pieces of fat and greasy meat fall from the sky, and when they fall to the ground, they turn into a pool of thick and foul-smelling mucus, exuding bursts of rotten smell.

"Human fat and human ointment?"

Dao Yan was a little dizzy, and countless symbols representing different metaphors ran through his field of vision like a revolving lantern.

Dao Yan only felt a dazzling red light flashing in his eyes, and countless screams and cries were ringing in his ears.

Daoyan shook his head vigorously, trying to drive away the noisy noise.

"quick……"

"Kill it..."

"Ah--save me!!!"

"I want to get out of here...I want to go!!!"

That shrill scream was like a reminder that it was causing people's scalp to tingle.

Dao Yan felt a strong chill spreading through his body, and his whole body was cold to the bone.

This terrible feeling made him want to escape but he couldn't move even half an inch.

Dao Yan looked forward. In his blurry vision, something seemed to be blocking his vision, and it was getting higher and higher.

He tried hard to raise his hands to support his eyelids and open his eyes wider, and finally he could see the scene in front of him clearly——

Those turned out to be the numb faces in the square.

Behind everyone, there is a slender hose, leading to the mechanical evil dragon born from the belly of the milky white blood-sucking giant insect in the sky. Some people are running away, but they are soon caught up by the hose and inserted into the spine.

Only then did Dao Yan realize that he was lying on the guillotine, and the sharp guillotine would fall at any time.

"Daoyan...Daoyan..."

A gentle and low voice whispered in his ear.

"Huh?" Dao Yan reluctantly turned his head, trying to identify the other person's face.

He saw a mysterious man wearing a black cloak lying next to him. He wore a black hood that covered half of his face, but the other half of his face was revealed.

It was an old face, full of wrinkles and ravines.

Although the years have left traces of vicissitudes on his face, they have not obscured the clear temperament revealed on this face and his wise eyes.

Before Dao Yan could say anything, "Taishi Ling", who also had a hose stuck behind his head on the execution platform, started to pronounce the sentence while holding the history book with outlines in it.

"The father of the industrial revolution, the sage of science, and the national teacher of the feudal Ming Dynasty"

As the verdict of "Taishi Ling" was read out, the eyes of the numb people under the execution platform and on the square began to become hot.

From the hose hanging from the sky, the old Pasi Bawen silver coins clanked and fell, hitting everyone's soul, making a sweet sound.

Dao Yan turned his head as hard as he could. He already knew who the person beside him was. There was a hint of anxiety in his tone: "Did we still fail?"

The man beside him seemed to have lost the strength to speak. He just shook his head slightly.

"It's too late." Dao Yan seemed to realize something: "Tell me quickly, where is the knife that can slay dragons?"

The man opened his mouth to answer, but at this moment, the dream suddenly shattered.

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"Ho!"

Daoyan opened his eyes from the couch while sweating profusely.

"Squeak~"

The door was pushed open, and Huikong walked in carrying a bowl of steaming soup.

This is the Guangjiao Temple at the southern foot of Jingting Mountain. It was built in the third year of Emperor Xuanzong's reign in the Tang Dynasty. It is a famous temple in the south of the Yangtze River. The temple is large in scale, with thousands of temples and hundreds of monks.

Now that Master Daoyan, the actual manager of Buddhism in the world, has arrived here, the best Zen room has naturally been given to Daoyan.

When Daoyan came, he was actually doing well.

The matter of coming to Xuancheng was not really a big deal. It was just that Jiang Xuan got the news that her mother had been asked by the clan elders to remarry her uncles.

In fact, I was thinking about the property left by Jiang Xinghuo, but it was hard to grab it directly.

Originally, Dao Yan could handle the matter with just a few words, but it happened that the abbot of Guangjiao Temple had an old relationship with Dao Yan and invited Dao Yan to come and give lectures to the younger disciples, so Dao Yan took the opportunity to handle the two things together. .

But after Daoyan finished his work, one day he had a nightmare.

In the nightmare, Daoyan watched helplessly as the fat blood-sucking giant insect was disintegrated from the inside by his own hands. However, the newly emerged mechanical evil dragon escaped from his control and controlled everyone.

Daoyan took out a knife, but it was ineffective. When he slashed it down, the evil dragon was unharmed, but the knife broke.

But Jiang Sheng didn't tell him where the only knife that could truly slay a dragon was.

As a result, Dao Yan had a heart problem.

Heart disease is obviously not something that can be cured by soup or medicine.

Facing the decoction handed over by Huikong, Daoyan, who was lying on the bed, waved his hand to indicate that he would not drink it.

Huikong silently placed the decoction on the table next to him and looked at Dao Yan worriedly.

For an old man, any illness is a serious matter.

Especially Dao Yan's current situation does not seem to be good.

Dao Yan's face was as pale as paper, his brows were furrowed, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his lips were so chapped that they were almost bloodless.

If the master really fell like this, it would probably bring a huge shock to the entire Ming Dynasty, right?

Huikong couldn't help but want to pick up a pen and write something down.

Unfortunately, Dao Yan closed his eyes and simply turned a blind eye.

Huikong knew that Daoyan's current mental state was on the verge of collapse because he couldn't sleep well all day and night, and he could only rely on rest and medicine to maintain it.

But what is the use of this level of rest?

How long can Dao Yan hold on? No one knows.

Huikong shook his head helplessly and left the room.

Dao Yan slowly opened his triangular eyes, and the pain shrouding his brows seemed to make his whole body look ferocious.

After the door closed, Daoyan sat up from the bed.

He took a few deep breaths, exhaled slowly, and tried his best to regulate his breathing.

However, it is not of much use.

Dao Yan's expression became increasingly embarrassed, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"cough--!"

He suddenly covered his chest and coughed violently, as if he was coughing out his heart and lungs.

However, in the next moment, the door of the meditation room was suddenly opened.

"ginger"

When a word came out of his mouth, Huikong was stunned.

His habit of keeping silent was broken.

However, before Huikong could continue to react, Daoyan got up from the bed and walked out without even having time to put on his shoes. He didn't look like a sick person at all.

Huikong quickly stopped the master.

"Where are you?" Dao Yan asked anxiously.

Just when Huikong was wondering whether to break the precepts and break the precepts to the end, a clear voice came from outside the door of the meditation room.

"Master Daoyan, I am not alone."

Dao Yan was startled and stood up to greet him, but was forced down by Huikong.

Huikong was one of the most capable of fighting among the monks in the North. He really didn't want to let Dao Yan have to deal with it. Dao Yan was an old man, so he really had no choice but to sit by the couch.

The meeting between Dao Yan and Jiang Xinghuo did not go as planned.

Just like two old friends, Jiang Xinghuo entered the meditation room under the leadership of Zheng He. Immediately, Zheng He pulled Huikong and the brothers retreated together.

Dao Yan's life was full of ups and downs, but at this moment, his mood calmed down.

"I had a written conversation with the master in the past, and it is a blessing to be able to meet him in person today."

Jiang Xinghuo was dressed in a green shirt and had a calm appearance. He looked very young, but Dao Yan could see the vicissitudes of time from the depths of his eyes.

After the formal salute, Daoyan opened his mouth, as if he had thousands of words to say, but he didn't know where to say them.

"A thousand words in my heart are no match for a question on paper. To be honest, I have been listening to the lecture for a long time, but I really can't answer this question on the letter. I still ask Jiang Sheng to preach." Dao Yan said slowly.

When Jiang Xinghuo heard the title "Jiang Sheng", he hesitated for a moment and then accepted it calmly.

Just think of it as accepting it on behalf of the sages.

“Where the Tao lies, it is passed down from generation to generation.”

Jiang Xinghuo said calmly: "Tao is not mine alone. If I were a spark, my preaching could start a prairie fire, even if I die, I should not hesitate to do so."

"But Jiang is also puzzled. How did Master Dao Yan see that future and then raise the questions on the letter?"

Jiang Xinghuo's expression showed a bit of surprise.

He really couldn't believe that in this era, someone could extrapolate the evolution of society to a point that transcends the times.

To be honest, this is actually against the rules. It is absolutely impossible without superhuman talent.

And this, for Jiang Xinghuo, is actually a good thing.

Because he has an important fellow traveler.

Dao Yan did not hide anything and simply said: "It can be deduced based on the clues left by the Dragon Supporting Technique taught by Liu Bingzhong, the great master of the Yuan Dynasty, and combined with the theory of 'Great Harmony'."

Hearing this, Jiang Xinghuo felt a hint of respect in his heart.

It seems that the top wise men among the ancients cannot be underestimated in terms of their wisdom in understanding the nature of the world.

"Master Daoyan is astonishingly talented and beautiful. He truly deserves the name of the 'Prime Minister in Black'."

Hearing Jiang Xinghuo's praise, Dao Yan waved his hand, obviously not caring about the false reputation.

In fact, Dao Yan's questions on the letter were almost a reflection of his dream.

As a "pen pal" before, Daoyan argued that he could not go down the mountain.

But this time, he really couldn't go down the mountain. He was too ill and needed medical treatment for his heart ailments, so Jiang Xinghuo had to come to untie his knot.

Fortunately, Xuancheng is an important city within the Ningguo Prefecture of Nanzhili, and it is not far from Nanjing.

"Master Dao Yan's question is probably a mental illness. The 'Heart Medicine' that Jiang is going to talk about next, even if it is described as simply as possible, may still be incomprehensible to most people in this era, but Jiang believes that with Taoism Master Yan’s wisdom can understand.”

"What Master Dao Yan is worried about," Jiang Xinghuo looked at him, "is that the evil dragon will be too powerful and can even [transform] and control everyone, so that no one can use that sword."

"Cough cough cough"

Daoyan covered his mouth, coughed a few times excitedly, and nodded repeatedly.

This was the root cause of his nightmares. When Dao Yan was awake, he thought the knife Jiang Xinghuo "taught" to him was not enough to fight against the evil dragon, so it was the same in the dream.

"Then, next, I will teach you the real Tao, that is, the real sword."