"Your Majesty is a member of the Tianhuang family and has a distinguished status. We just took a glance from a distance and saw the distinguished guest coming from the east of Zi Qi, so we all went out to welcome him."
Before Lu Zhanyuan could answer, a square-looking middle-aged man behind him took over.
He wears a brown crown, a black lining, and a light yellow outer shirt. You can tell at a glance that he is a member of the Diancang sect.
"This person is a talented person at first glance, and he speaks well..."
Of course Zhao Yan could see where he was coming from, but he still pretended not to know and asked.
In fact, he can still guess some of the people here.
For example, among the dozen or so monks wearing cassocks, the old man wearing a black hat and a white shoulder cloth should be Zen Master Kumu from Tenryu Temple.
The other monks behind him all wore the same color, but the colors of their shoulder cloths were different.
Tianlong Temple has a tradition of dividing factions based on the color of their shoulder cloths. As for how to classify them, this is Zhao Yan's knowledge blind spot.
Behind this middle-aged man from the Diancang sect, there are seven men with long black swords at their waists. They are probably the "Seven Diancang Swords" who master the sword formation of the Zhencang sect.
The reason why the Diancang Sect can be passed down to this day in this bloody world is closely related to its infinitely powerful Zhen Sect Sword Formation.
When Lu Zhanyuan saw Zhao Yan asking for advice, he hurriedly took over the conversation.
"The common people were negligent and forgot to introduce me to the prince."
He walked to middle-aged Huang Shan and said with his palms upward:
"This is the leader of Dian Cang Sect in Dali, Taoist Master Fuchenzi."
Zhao Yan nodded his chin proudly without any special reaction.
This made Fuchenzi a little embarrassed and dissatisfied, but he still tolerated it and saluted:
"Pindao has met the prince."
"Um."
Lu Zhanyuan was also a little confused. Just now he said that he was nice to talk to, so why did he look so cold now...
It's really hard to guess what King Qi is thinking.
But he continued to introduce:
"This is the eminent monk of Tianlong Temple in Dali Kingdom, Zen Master Kumu. Zen Master is the predecessor of Master Yideng, and his strength is unfathomable."
"Oh? Does Zen Master know the Six Meridians Divine Sword?"
Zhao Yan suddenly became interested and asked excitedly.
This completely inconsistent attitude obviously gave a kick to the Cang faction.
Doesn’t this clearly mean that Dian Cang Sect is not as good as Tianlong Temple!
Behind Fu Chenzi, the disciples of Dian Cang couldn't help but secretly squeeze the swords in their hands.
"Amitabha, to be honest with you, the poor monk has indeed acquired the secret knowledge of the temple."
Zen Master Kumu shouted the Buddha's name and replied with a normal expression.
Compared with Fu Chenzi's slightly humble attitude, his reaction made people feel that he was what a master from this world should look like.
"It is said that the Six Meridians Divine Sword is extremely difficult to learn. Even Master Yideng has never learned it. It seems that the Zen master's understanding is much higher than that of Nan Di."
There was something in Zhao's words, but he had no intention of talking properly today anyway.
Sure enough, although most of the monks in Tianlong Temple were expressionless, there were also a few who were unhappy.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit tense, Lu Zhanyuan quickly changed the subject.
"Your Majesty, the weather is getting colder, let's go to the manor to talk."
"No need, I am here for one thing only."
Zhao Yan had no interest in making friends with these Dali people, so he finished speaking briefly and turned to look at Ming Yan.
Mingyan understood and helped Li Mochou off the horse, and the two of them walked behind him.
Lu Zhanyuan had actually discovered Li Mochou a long time ago, but he was just pretending not to know. Now that everyone was in front of him, he naturally couldn't pretend anymore, so he had to try his best to say hello with a fairly elegant smile:
"Miss Li, long time no see..."
Li Mochou ignored him and didn't even look at him.
"Oh, I called her Xiao Tiantian at first, but now I am Miss Li, a scumbag!"
Zhao Yan said with a sneer.
It's a pity that no one except Ming Yan can understand it.
She was used to the strange words her prince would make from time to time, so she smiled knowingly.
Although Lu Zhanyuan didn't understand, he also knew that it was not a nice thing to say. He was a little embarrassed and had to change the topic again.
"I wonder what the prince is here for?"
"You really don't know?"
Zhao Yan glanced at him with narrowed eyes.
The old boy's psychological quality is not good, and he pretends not to be in place from the beginning to the end.
As long as he doesn't know how to answer the question, he immediately shrinks into a hedgehog.
He didn't know what Li Mochou saw in him.
Just as Zhao Yan thought, Li Mochou also had this question in his mind after taking in Lu Zhanyuan's performance.
How could I... be tempted by such a man?
She couldn't help but compare Zhao Yan and Lu Zhanyuan.
It turns out that the two are incomparable in any aspect.
The gap is so huge that there is no comparison at all.
"Mo Chou, look at these monks from Tianlong Temple to see if there is anyone who attacked you that day."
Since Lu Zhanyuan called "Miss Li", Zhao Yan can no longer see her outside.
But the sound of "Mochou" made Li Mochou's heart flutter and she felt extra warm.
She nodded and looked up at the dozen monks.
With just a cursory glance, a profound face caught her eye.
"It's him! I recognize it, it's him!"
Li Mochou pointed at the person behind Zen Master Kumu.
The monk was wearing a light yellow cassock and a purple gauze draped over his shoulders. He looked ordinary. After Li Mochou recognized him, his expression remained calm, as if he was not talking about him.
"Zen Master, should you give me an explanation?"
Zhao Yan took the lead. If Kumu couldn't give a reasonable explanation, then he would take action.
The aura of the dead wood monk in front of him was extremely strong, much stronger than that of Fu Chenzi beside him.
One is the Great Vajra and the other is the Great Zhixuan.
If Jin Yiwei can really get these two people to take action against him, then he will really look at them with admiration.
"Amitabha, what kind of explanation does the prince want from this poor monk?"
Zen Master Kumu Lao Shen asked rhetorically on the ground.
Such an answer is already provocative.
But if we ignore the national strength of the two countries, the status and strength of the two sides are indeed equivalent.
The eminent monks of Tianlong Temple are all descendants of the Duan family, and Zen Master Kumu is also a prince.
As a supreme master of the Buddhist Mahavakra Realm, he can go one step further and become a land god.
Although this step is far further than Wu Fu's three steps, it is still an existence at the level of a large realm.
"I see. If my prediction is correct, you two may have already thought of how to deal with me."
Zhao Yan smiled leisurely, looked around everyone, and finally stopped at Lu Zhanyuan.
The latter looked at him like this and lowered his head guiltily.
"Now that the prince has figured it out, I don't need to pretend anymore. I'll light up the Seven Swords and form a formation!"
Fu Chenzi's tone was cold, and with an order, seven disciples with black swords jumped out quickly, surrounding Zhao Yan and the other three.
Seeing this, Zen Master Kumu said no more. He took a few steps back and gave up the battlefield to Fuchenzi.
"Hey, you dare to attack me in the Song Dynasty. Who is the mastermind behind this..."
The smile on Zhao Yan's face became even stronger.
"This king is becoming more and more curious."
