On the top of Jiulu Mountain, the empty emperor's chariot looked a little embarrassed in the pouring rain. A palace man who was soaked all over was holding a big umbrella, and a man stood under the umbrella.
He is about thirty years old, and his appearance is very upright. He should be in the prime of his life, but his appearance is not very energetic. The corners of his eyes and brows are slightly drooping, which seems to have a little twilight meaning—— He wears a golden silk cicada crown on his head, a black robe, a purple seal ribbon, two shoulders lined with the sun and the moon, scarlet cross collars, dragons and phoenixes on the left and right, which are the clothes of the emperor during the great dynasty.
This man is the Emperor Daqian who has been on the throne for more than ten years.
There was wind on the top of the mountain, even though the palace servants tried their best to shield him, some rain fell on the emperor, but he didn't care, staring at Xuanzong's rooftop directly in front of him without blinking.
There was an old man kneeling upright on the roof of Xuanzong. He was lying on the ground piously, with white hair, curled up slightly in the bitter wind and rain, making him look even thinner and shriveled. The strong wind on the top of Jiulu Mountain made the flag on the emperor's chariot flutter, but the old man in plain clothes seemed to be unconscious, kneeling there motionless, muttering something in his mouth, with his eyes closed.
A middle-aged man was kneeling on the edge of the roof, also looking in the direction of the old man.
The surrounding area is centered on the rooftop, headed by Daozu's younger brother Bitan Zhenren, and Xuanzong's twelve Daoist Daoist sit in a circle. The rest of the disciples, ninety-nine and eighty-one, were sent in the Gangzheng Formation on the outskirts.
Xuanzong has only three people of the same generation since he was in charge of the Taoist ancestor, namely Master Bitan Master, junior Master Banya Master, and a junior sister, Master Kuruo. Individuals have their own strengths and weaknesses, Shi Wuduan occupies the name of the Taoist ancestor's closed door disciple, but he occupies the position of a generational elder.
At this time, Master Banya was protecting the Dharma. Master Kuruo was not present. Most of her and her subordinates were women. Now the emperor led all the civil and military officials to the scene for some unknown reason. She did not show up. very strange thing.
Strangely, Dao Zu was not among them.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew up, rolled up a branch on the ground, and flew straight towards the old man in the middle of the platform. The wind was so strong that this light wooden stick seemed to carry a sharp force.
Banya was taken aback, and immediately pointed at the wooden stick. Suddenly, the branch broke into two pieces with a "snap", one was swept up into the sky, and the other flew off the old man's head. Going over, he loosened his bun, and his gray hair with a little haggard air spread out immediately, spreading on the old man's thin back, which seemed a bit shocking.
The emperor couldn't help but took a half step forward, his eyes seemed anxious.
But Bitan suddenly raised his eyes, and said in a low voice and hurriedly: "Not good!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that half of the branch that was pushed into the sky by the cliff flew straight towards a mountain lantern. It's getting smaller and smaller.
The emperor shouted: "Teacher!"
The old man lying on the ground jumped forward, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out more than a foot away.
The guards standing aside immediately knelt at his feet, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, you must not." The ground seemed to tremble together, but the mountain lamp failed to light up again after shaking it twice, but it went out.
The old man kneeling on the ground suddenly raised his head. He opened his eyes wide, stared straight at the extinguished sky lantern, and stretched out his hand. Banya and Bitan looked at each other a dozen steps away. At one glance, Banya shook his head solemnly, but a gleam of light flashed in Bitan's eyes.
At this time, the middle-aged man on the edge of the platform stood up, holding a dagger in both hands, went up to the platform respectfully, and handed it to the old man.
The old man looked at the dagger for a moment, then suddenly smiled, showing some relief, and then pushed the dagger into his heart with his backhand. The knife pierced him deeply, and soon, the blood in his heart flowed smoothly. The dagger slid down, but it seemed to be guided by some power, and it gradually became a line, and then a small whirlwind rolled up the blood line, all the way up, and when it reached the extinguished mountain lamp, it flickered and changed It turned into a ball of fire, and re-ignited the mountain lamp, but there was a faint blush in the light.
The wind and rain gradually calmed down, and the old man turned his back to the sky, knelt there quietly, with a dagger stuck in his chest, as if he was already dead.
After an unknown amount of time, Bitan stood up again, and said in a long voice, "Li-cheng-"
As soon as the words fell, the emperor immediately lifted his robe, ran up to the rooftop in three steps and two steps, and supported the crumbling old man: "Teacher, you..."
The old man raised his head in a daze, his gaze was already lost at this time, the emperor looked down at the dagger on his chest, gritted his teeth, and was about to pull it out, his hand was already holding the dagger, and he didn't know when he came to him Bitan beside him said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the Taifu took the blood of his heart to light up the mountain lantern at the seventh station. He must have something to say to you at this moment. If you pull out the dagger, you won't be able to hear it." .”
The emperor's facial features were almost distorted for a moment, and his fingers trembled slightly.
But the old man raised his hand and grabbed the emperor's vermilion collar, as if returning to the light, his eyes blazed brightly, and said: "Old minister... light seven mountain lanterns, and borrow seventy years of destiny for me. Ran Ran… "
He took a sharp breath, as if it was stuck in his chest, and said with all his strength: "The heart of an ant and a mayfly, unexpectedly...unexpectedly, it is intended, the fate is flying red, it will come out... it will come out..."
He finally couldn't go on talking anymore, his whole body twitched violently, he stared at the emperor, then slightly shifted his eyes, and looked through the emperor to see the middle-aged man who was standing aside silently crying, his blue lips trembling, only There are thousands of words in Jue's chest that he wants to say—he hasn't seen that the country and the world are in good weather, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. His chest is tightly blocked by the unwillingness, as if even his blood is stagnant.
The middle-aged man fell to his knees with a "plop" and cried, "Father, don't worry, your son will definitely assist my emperor and do his best for me!"
The light in the old man's eyes gradually dimmed, and his hand that grasped the emperor's collar convulsively gradually lost strength, and slumped down, as if his eyes were empty after seeing all the rivers and mountains, and finally there was nothing left. .
When this generation of famous officials died, there was only an old and crooked corpse left in this world.
In the thirteenth year of Dagan, Yan Huaipu, the former emperor teacher, placed seven mountain lanterns on the top of Jiulu Mountain between Xuanzong's rooftops to save Dagan's fate.
At this time, Shi Wuduan finally saw the scene of the back mountain clearly. The entire Cangyun Valley was surrounded by a black air, and all the goblins, big and small, ran away desperately, trembling. He was condescending, and saw that it was the thickest near Huolian Cave, and it couldn't go away.
Shi Wuduan grabbed a half-human, half-animal deer spirit that ran past him, and asked, "What happened in the valley? What happened to Tianhu Bai Niangniang and the others?"
The deer spirit was so frightened that he was about to roll his eyes, and said tremblingly: "Oh, what a surprise, the divine thunder interrupted the veins in the valley, and today coincides with the cloudy time, the moon and the cloudy day. Seal... the big seal is broken, and the heavenly demon is about to descend into the world!"
Shi Wuduan ignored all the gods and ghosts he was talking about, and before he finished speaking, he hurriedly asked, "What about Xiao Ion? Where's Bai Li?"
Lu Jing was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't realize who he was talking about, Shi Wuduan continued: "He is the daughter of Lady Bai, that is..."
The deer spirit trembled all over, with a ghostly look on his face, almost peeing his pants in fright—fortunately, his lower body was in the shape of a beast, and he didn't wear pants.
He frantically got rid of Shi Wuduan's grasp and shouted: "I don't know, I don't know!"
Then ran away without looking back.
Shi Wuyuan stomped his feet, and rushed headlong into the valley against all the fleeing little monsters.
A deep sense of uneasiness rose in his heart—Shi Wudu had never felt so uneasy in his life, it almost made him feel scared for the first time, but he thought to himself, this is like a fire at home, and his wife is inside, No matter how scared a man is, can he let her stay alone in the sea of fire
So the little man rushed down without hesitation.
The closer he was to the entrance of the pitch-black fire lotus cave, the faster his heart beat. When he reached the entrance, his hands and feet became cold, his calves twitched slightly, and his knees felt weak when he walked. Shi Wuduan paused for a moment, and glanced at Cuipingniao, whose face was as white as paper, but said to the big bird: "Go and fly to a high place, where the air is dark, don't come in with me."
Cuipin pecked lightly on his nose, unexpectedly gentle.
Shi Wuduan lowered his arm and urged: "Go quickly."
But the bird seemed to be clinging to his arm, and refused to move at all. Shi Wudu looked at it for a while, and after a while, he sighed and turned the astrolabe whose blue light was getting shallower and weaker. Tie it to the bird's back, and ran into the cave with the big bird, shouting loudly while running: "Little ion! Where are you?"
"Little ion, you..."
His words got stuck in his throat, because all the big and small fox demons in Huolian Cave turned their heads, with human faces and fox faces, staring at him in unison. The fox king Bai Ziyi stood in the middle, holding A long sword with the tip resting on a person's chest.
The man was tied to the platform in the middle. He looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. His snow-white clothes were soaked with blood, but his eyes were still open, as if he would not drain the last drop of blood. There was black hatred in his eyes. It doesn't seem to go away. Asking people to glance up, they feel cold.
Although the appearance was different, but the brows and eyes were vague, and the expression was vague, so that Shi Wudu was only stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was Bai Li!
Bai Li's eyes fell on him, and the cold and hard eyes softened a little, as if he was a little dazed.
Shi Wuduan didn't have time to think about why Bai Li suddenly grew up so big, and why he suddenly looked a little... like a man, because these are all as light as a feather compared to the fact that "Bai Li's mother wants to kill him" up.
In desperation, he rolled his eyes, but smiled stupidly, and said, "Oh, what... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I accidentally went to the wrong place."