Ziyun Temple in the northwest of Pingyang City was surrounded by pedestrians under martial law on this day, and the forbidden army in the city surrounded it with three floors and three floors outside. Many civil and military officials stood solemnly on both sides of the road. The leaders were Zou Yanlai and a man wearing a high hat. man with crown.
There used to be a market on Gunjin Street in front of the temple, and it was very busy with traffic, but now only people in armor and sharp-edged soldiers are left.
There is a tall building on Gunjin Street named Dragon King Pavilion. On weekdays, the crowd is bustling, and if you go late, you can't even squeeze the hall downstairs. It is the tallest building in Pingyang City. Except for the palace, you can see most of the imperial capital on the top floor. Now it is heavily guarded, the curtain is lowered on the top floor, people can be vaguely seen flickering, and from time to time, an imperial doctor with a medicine box on his back rushes in and out.
Looking inside, there is a couch on the top floor of the Dragon King Pavilion, and a young man is standing on the side of the couch, with his head bowed and not saying a word. An old man with white beard and hair was lying on the couch. His face was haggard and his eyes were sunken. His eyes looked towards Ziyun Temple through the curtain floating in the breeze. A hand covered with spots was exposed under the quilt. However, he was wearing bright yellow clothes. The robe—the emperor who went to Jiulu Mountain to borrow luck in his prime, is now very old, and Taifu Yanzhen is by his side.
At noon, overwhelming dark clouds suddenly enveloped Pingyang City, and a deafening thunder struck the big pagoda tree in Ziyun Temple. Then, the dark and heavy gate slowly opened from the middle. The place where the teacher retreated, and the position of the national teacher has been vacant since the previous dynasty. It seems that the gate of Ziyun Temple has not been opened for thousands of years.
There was a hoarse cry from the door hinge, like an old man who was dying, stretching out a hand from the grave, holding on to something and refusing to leave.
Dust was everywhere, and the scene was so silent that only human breathing remained. After a long time, a figure appeared at the dark doorway. The emperor lying on the couch in the Dragon King Pavilion couldn't help propping up his body, and the young man next to him rushed forward to support him, but the old emperor just stretched out his shriveled neck, like an old bastard on the edge of a pot, muddy His eyes stared at the figure at the door.
A man sang in a hoarse voice: "The devil's exit—"
Then the voices of countless people were superimposed, and the word "Welcome" they shouted at the same time could hardly be heard clearly. In the middle of the crowd, they were pushed onto a carriage, escorted by four guards in full armor. Tied to the carriage was a pale young girl with disheveled hair, dressed in prison clothes, and a big word "crime" was written in cinnabar on her chest. Her mouth was blocked and she couldn't utter a word, but she was crying desperately.
The man said loudly again: "Sacrifice—"
In a blink of an eye, the girl had been pushed to the gate of Ziyun Temple, and the figure hidden in the darkness flashed out. He was actually a very handsome man with loose hair and a black line in the middle of his forehead, which was actually a flower. His appearance made people feel a little weird.
His eyes were extremely cold, as if they were not made of human flesh, but like two pieces of glass. He took two steps forward, and his eyes fell on the girl. She seemed to have been soaked in cold water, and she was beaten hard. chills.
The man slowly stretched out his hand and put his palm on the girl's head. The movement was very gentle, as if he was combing her messy hair with his fingers. The girl looked up at him with a confused expression, and then A cloud of white air rose from the top of her head, her eyes began to dim, and the stuff stuffed in her mouth fell out naturally, but the young girl showed an obsessed look.
Then her body shriveled up like a water drop that was sucked dry. The whole person turned into a wooden stick, leaving only a skeleton supporting a head, which looked strangely big, and was held precariously in the man's hand.
The faces of the four soldiers guarding the car showed uncontrollable horror. The man who appeared in Ziyun Temple took another step forward, and suddenly let go, and the bones of the girl's body turned into powder , It shattered in an instant, and the bone powder floated out of her prison clothes, leaving only a glorious head, which rolled onto the car.
The man's hoarse voice sounded again: "Li Cheng—"
The old emperor who was standing in the high pavilion blinked his eyes that could hardly be opened, and tightly grasped the young man beside him with a pair of dead wood hands, and asked Yan Zhen, "That... what is that?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the Demon Lord who walked out of Ziyun Temple suddenly raised his head, as if he had sensed it, and his eyes met the old emperor. Those cold eyes seemed to pierce the old emperor's chest in an instant. At that moment, the emperor thought he was dead, but he suddenly realized that after being called long live, long live, he has not become a thousand-year-old king after all. An 80,000-year-old tortoise, the huge shadow of death still follows him as he grows older little by little.
"That's my aura." Yan Zhen bowed and replied softly, "Long live, that's my aura."
"Qi...cough cough cough..." The old emperor coughed for a while, his eyes slowly turned around, and fell on Yan Zhen, thinking in his heart, how could the Qi of a dynasty or a country be destroyed by one in an instant? What about the monster that sucked all the flesh and blood out of people
However, he didn't say it out. Many years ago, it was always difficult for him to say anything to the Yan family.
It is said that Grand Tutor Yan Huaipu was loyal to the country and finally died on Jiulu Mountain. Young, at a loss for what to do in the face of this riddled man, old Yan Taifu is his crutch.
But... does an emperor need a crutch that is always in his ear
What are the abilities of the Yan family father and son? After the father is dead, the son will come back endlessly.
Because of Tantra? Because of the three popes
Because they have the ability of these gods, gods and ghosts to communicate with the ghosts? Which one is the emperor of Daqian
The old emperor suddenly became angry, he had never been so angry in his life, it was like the last fire in his life, he wanted to roar, he wanted to roar, he wanted to loudly reprimand the immortal middle-aged man in front of him. The young man said "ridiculous", but he had no strength left.
This fire didn't burn his second spring, but it was going to burn him to death.
I am going to die. The emperor desperately held the hand of the prince who was supporting him, thinking to himself, I am a cowardly... man.
"Luo'er." He suddenly called out clearly.
The prince bowed his head and said, "Royal father."
"A hundred years from now, I will be passed down to you..." At that moment, the old emperor looked at the prince's young face, and blurted out what he was thinking.
It was actually carrying an indescribable ominous air.
The prince's knees softened, he knelt straight on the ground, and said loudly, "Father!"
Yan Zhen took a step back and also knelt aside, her eyes moved to the ground calmly, listening quietly.
As if he had never heard of it, the old emperor said: "You must... fulfill your duties, be diligent in government affairs, use talented people, scold villains far away, and never forget the worries of our country. Don't... forget your ancestors and churches for a moment, you... you … you… "
You don't want to be like me.
The old emperor looked at the prince's red eye sockets regardless of whether it was true or not, and he silently said this sentence in his heart, but he didn't say it out of his mouth.
Don't be cowardly like me, you have to be an upright man, an upright emperor, regain the face of the royal family that we have lost for thousands of years, and be the real master of this country.
These words were like a flock of chirping birds that kept bumping around, hitting his chest hard, but they never came out. The old emperor was just holding the prince's hand, and that hand with exposed veins looked a bit like an old Montenegrin demon, with a bleak color reflected by the bright yellow sleeves.
Then he struggled again, got up from the couch as if in a flash of light, and lifted off the blanket covering his body as he moved, and there was a foul smell in it—it turned out that he had been lying down for a long time, and he had peed his pants, and he didn’t Know.
None of the attendants dared to show disgust. The old emperor, who was wet in his crotch, walked on straw-like legs, shaking off those around him who were trying to help him, and wobbled like a moving bamboo. He hurriedly walked to the window, pulled down the curtain, and with a "sudden" sound, all the people downstairs were able to see the emperor's unseemly face, and hurriedly lowered their heads in fear, fearing that they would be blinded.
Only the man who came out of Ziyun Temple was still standing there, behind him was a shadow that was twice as big as a normal person, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, looking at the old emperor, after a while, he was very perfunctory Clenched his fists rudely, and said clearly in his mouth: "All blessings, Your Majesty."
The old emperor's cheeks twitched for a moment, and then said: "Hahahahaha..."
He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the window lattice, laughing uncontrollably, not knowing what went wrong again. However, before the crown prince, Yan Zhen and others came forward to help him, the old emperor's laughter suddenly choked up. He raised his head, his body was like a fish on the shore, he jerked twice, and then he slammed into this The movement of looking up to the sky and laughing, he fell straight on his back with a plop.
The Crown Prince was so frightened that he was dumbfounded, and after a long while he called out again: "Father Emperor!"
Pity him this day, he really hasn't had a chance to say anything else.
Yan Zhen took a quick step forward, rolled beside the old emperor, stretched out her fingers to test under his nose, her complexion gradually became serious, and after a while, she whispered: "The emperor... the funeral is over."
This old emperor, who was dragging his life to death, was born in sorrow and died laughing. Although he is not decent, he is always the first in history.
Even with Mrs. Yan in charge, the scene became chaotic, Zou Yan took a step forward, bowed and said to the person who came out of Ziyun Temple: "Please, the devil, I have a few words to explain to you. "
The man glanced at him, and as he left the chaos, the two sat in a carriage one after the other. A person like a piece of cloth had been waiting for a long time in the carriage, and when the demon Lord Baili stretched out his hand, it Like a dog, he leaned over like a dog.
Zou Yan came and said, "Let the officials send the Demon King into the mansion."
"What's the matter with you?" Bai Li leaned against the car and asked without raising his head.
"Yesterday, when I was watching the stars at night, I saw that the Milky Way collapsed, and a catastrophe had already begun. After careful calculation, it turned out that the secret agreement was destroyed..."
Bai Li raised his eyes, glanced at him with a half-smile, and asked in a soft voice, as if afraid of blowing away the dust in the wind, "Did... he did it?"
Zou Yanlai lowered her head, unable to deny it.
"He's moving at this time, and I'm going out at this time, do you think we are also destined?" Bai Li pulled the corner of his mouth, and seemed to smile, but his eyes were still cold and frightening, and he just listened to him continue. Said, "If Shi Wuduan starts an incident, he will definitely start with Xuanzong. Mr. Zou can make preparations as soon as possible."
Zou Yanlai raised his head in doubt, Bai Li seemed to know what he hadn't said - Xuanzong was the head of the three Popes, even if the Pope's secret covenant really failed, it would only destroy the relationship between the great Popes, but thousands of years Inertia has always been the same, even if the secret agreement is no longer, how can the alliance be so easily destroyed
Shi Wudu would fly moths into the flames to challenge Xuanzong
"I know him." Bai Li just said softly, "I have known him since childhood."