Seeing the spies being overwhelmed by demon corpses, Jiang Youyue remained unmoved. This person was a servant sent by Prince Rong. Jiang Youyue had people secretly follow the clues and finally found the edge of the Chigou sect. Wu Xue Po's methods were very good, and even Jiang Youyue couldn't catch definite evidence.
However, murder never requires evidence.
The reason why I kept the spy until now was because I didn’t mind these flies trying to find out some irrelevant information. Jiang Youyue knew very well that there were more than one spies in the Imperial Prefect's Mansion. In addition to the restless Jianghu sect, the young emperor never relaxed his vigilance against the enemy. It’s because the servants disappeared too quickly and too frequently, and they might be caught by the emperor one day, delaying the official business.
Not to mention that some of those eyeliners probably belonged to the emperor himself.
Three hundred years have passed, and people seem to have forgotten the status of the Imperial Prefecture at the founding of the People's Republic of China.
The first national advisor accompanied the founding emperor on various campaigns and made great contributions. According to rumors, has never made a mistake, his judgment is as accurate as if possessed by a god, and he can even control the wind and rain on the battlefield. He is praised by the people as a star descending to earth. Back then, the emperor relied so much on his imperial advisors that he would definitely ask him about everything, no matter how big or small. After the Imperial Master sacrificed his body to the Queen, the Imperial Master's Mansion was like a real shrine in the eyes of everyone, awe-inspiring and inviolable.
From then on, the position of "National Preceptor", which was supposed to be a title, had real power. Everyone is convinced - after all, the national master must be the mantle of a saint, and the saint is a god bestowed by heaven, so how can there be two minds
However, the good times did not last long. The weather is going smoothly, the country's strength is getting stronger, and there are fewer and fewer things that require divination. Talents are emerging in large numbers from all over the country, but the lineage of national masters does not play a big role except fortune-telling and managing shrines. However, the people became more and more devout to the Emperor of the Imperial Palace, and the revenue from the shrine piled up countless gold and silver. The people firmly believed that "the lineage of the Imperial Preceptor can reach the gods", and they still pushed the contribution of the strong national power to the Imperial Preceptor's Palace.
How can I allow others to sleep soundly on the side of the couch? The awe and attachment of emperors from generation to generation gradually turned into wariness and caution.
The emperors went to great lengths to strip away the connection between the imperial lineage and the "Emperor's Divine Lord". Every generation of emperors was on guard against trouble caused by the Imperial Guards' lineage, but the Imperial Guards always kept a low profile and were honest, as if they had accepted their fate.
Now that things have happened, even Jiang Hu Cao Mang has the courage to sneak into the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion.
...Perhaps as a mortal, I can only see Qian Quan Shou launching such a piecemeal fight. The sparrow knows the ambition of the swan. When people stay in a stable situation for too long, their vision will always become narrow-minded.
Jiang Youyue thought casually as he walked through the lobby with the formation and continued deep underground.
The stone path became increasingly cramped and dark, and the fragrance in the air was very strong. The brilliance of the weapons swept across Jiang Youyue one after another, and they made a low sound like a whisper, smoothly making way for a passage. At the end of the passage was a small door, shrouded in thick darkness, like the entrance to a tomb.
Jiang Youyue lifted the lantern by the door and knocked on the door three times in a polite manner. The door slowly opened a crack, and a cloudy eye emerged from the crack, shining with an unpleasant green light.
As if Jiang Youyue's identity was confirmed, the thing made way. Jiang Youyue took a deep breath and stepped into this room for the unknown number of times.
The light of the lantern illuminated the stone chamber.
The person who opened the door was short and very slender, with a figure closer to that of an overly skinny boy. It is dressed in luxurious white clothes, and its whole body is glowing with jade green, like a moving jade sculpture. If you look closely, you will see that although this object has all four limbs and five facial features, the facial features are shallow and light, sticking together like a fire. Its chest didn't rise and fall at all, and it didn't breathe.
After opening the door, it sat back quietly by the door, motionless. Jiang Youyue ignored it, raised the light a little, and looked at the four walls of the stone room.
Hundreds of headless corpses were wrapped in white cloth with blood inscriptions and hung densely on the wall. The turquoise liquid kept flowing, evenly pouring over each corpse, making an inaudible gurgling sound. Each corpse had a small wooden tag with a brief number engraved on it. The corpse was intact and moist, and many wooden signs had shown signs of decay.
Jiang Youyue took off the most rotten wooden sign. The writing on it was filled with cinnabar and neatly read "Two thousand six hundred and ninety-eight".
The immortal body is immortal, but the wooden sign will always rot. Jiang Youyue took a new wooden sign from the shelf, engraved the words again with his true energy, and hung it back on the immortal body. During the whole process, his expression was even gentle.
After the saint offered sacrifices to heaven, the position of "National Preceptor" he left behind was not just an idle job - he sacrificed his body to heaven in exchange for the end of the natural disasters at that time. There are some magical skills left behind, which are like miracles and not like the things in the world. The Yinxian Association was established to recruit talents and build shrines in various places. These were recorded in legends by the people and have been passed down to this day.
...However, only the imperial masters of the past generations knew that the saint left a room of immortal bodies just for them.
There are three thousand immortal bodies, the origin of which is unknown. They are the most top-notch magic materials in the world. The Yinxian Guild never uses them to perform magic. Instead, they strictly follow the saint's orders and only use them for the "hundred-year great cause."
Using a bit of the immortal body to extend the life of the master can be considered as being used for a great cause, Jiang Youyue tapped the wooden signs one by one with his fingertips and thought to himself. After all, Dayun has wanted children for generations, and only his master raised a "just right" Shi Jingzhi. So for Master to witness the moment when the great cause is accomplished, it can be regarded as destiny, with a beginning and an end.
Not to mention that now, the great undertaking, just like the invitation to the gods, is almost completed. Although it hasn't officially ended yet, it's nothing bad.
After Jiang Youyue checked the conditions of the immortal bodies one by one, he bowed respectfully to the headless corpses in the room and closed the heavy stone door.
The atmosphere on Zongwu Mountain is not so peaceful.
Yu Zikuan's explanation was surprisingly simple - he just hooked up with the Mishan Sect members who were accustomed to dealing with Taiheng, and then exchanged the battle formation from the Mishan Sect. Throughout the transaction, Yu Zikuan had been using the false identity of "Elder Taiheng". Logically speaking, the Mishan Sect members should not know the true purpose of .
Moreover, their plan was officially determined after hearing that "Zongwu Mountain has clues about seeing flesh", and there is no suspicion that it was planned for too long and was leaked. In this way, Yan Zheng summoned the elders from all over the place and ordered the opening of the fog grave formation first, and Yu Zikuan secretly set up the battle formation behind him. It was considered logical for the time being.
Just this is a plan that God knows and you know and I know, no one knows that such a fateful mistake will occur. In any case, just looking at the current situation, it is impossible to continue to use this unfortunate "Inviting God Formation".
What’s strange is that after realizing this, the leader Yan Zheng’s expression was a bit more forgiving than ugly: “Whether it’s just targeting the Ling Cult, killing people indiscriminately in Zongwu Mountain, what benefit does it have to those who do it? ?”
Yin Ci: "..." The leader of the Ling Sect can openly say "it's only for the Ling Sect", which makes everyone feel sorry for Yan Budu, his former opponent.
However, Yan Zheng did point out the weirdest thing - they didn't meet Yu Zikuan by chance, and a large number of people from each sect had to die. In this way, let alone frame-up, each sect will not even be able to find the culprit. At that time, everyone in the small sects will be in danger, the big sects will doubt each other, and the remnants of the religious sects in various places will struggle to make troubles, which will further disrupt the turbulent world.
It's not right to say that you don't want people to find clues about the flesh. The God-Inviting Formation cannot be activated permanently. After this group of people are dead, the people who are supposed to come will still come.
…Why would someone do such a thankless thing
Yin Ci was so focused in his thoughts that when he didn't notice, the leader looked over quietly, his eyes getting darker and darker. Shi Jingzhi thought about it for a while, then Shen Zhu pulled him aside.
"Have you ever seen the scene of the God-inviting Formation being activated?" Shi Jingzhi asked in a low voice.
"Yes." Shen Zhu lowered his eyes and said, "The Yinxian Association once set up this array in my hometown. When the array was activated, it was like an invisible fire was lit around me. I watched helplessly as everyone was slowly burned. Do it... The whole town was destroyed in an instant, but I was lucky enough to stand on the edge of the formation's effect and save my life. "
"There are no survivors in the formation? Not one?"
"There was no one, but the vegetation and animals were safe and sound. The Immortal Envoys only searched the borders and killed possible witnesses. I was young at the time and pretended to be ignorant, so I escaped."
"Well, the remaining power of this formation is dangerous. I think it looks like a death formation." Shi Jingzhi glanced at Yin Ci from a distance.
"Your Majesty?" This question seems to be slightly different from the current situation.
"Nothing, just a question."
Shi Jingzhi's tone was relaxed, but the fog in his heart was heavier than the fog grave array - along the way, he really rolled through the mountains of knives and the sea of fire. If he had not met Yin Ci back then, let alone the fact that he would have starved to death in Dry Mountain when he was three years old, he would have been cut into pieces by the Ghost Tomb Trap long ago, even if it was just recently. Encountering the goddess, fighting Zheng Fengdao, or even finally lifting the restriction, he may lose his life.
Now that we have arrived at Zongwu Mountain, we can see that the Inviting God Formation is really as dangerous as Shen Zhu said. Even if Yin Ci is by his side, he will definitely die. All the dead ends we have encountered so far cannot be avoided with help from outsiders.
The "hundred-year plan" lasted for at least two hundred years, and Yuzi was an important part of it. The imperial master actually let him run around and let him rely on "coincidences" to survive. Even when you can predict that he is in danger, you still stand by and watch... It is not a waste to have children for generations. Will a plan that lasts for a hundred years be so full of loopholes
Shi Jingzhi touched his chest, and through his not-so-thick coat, he could feel the safe brocade bag that Yin Ci had given him. Next to the brocade bag, 's heart was beating extremely strongly.
At the moment, I don't care why this formation appears here or who it benefits. An almost absurd idea breaks into my mind.
If it were the past, Shi Jingzhi would definitely have laughed out loud at this crazy speculation. But now that Yin Ci is by his side, he can't laugh no matter what.
... For some reason, the national masters seemed to be convinced that they would "not die in an accident."