"Master Min, no!"
Zuo Zhengyang hugged his arms, leaned against the wall and shouted. Min Changwen stepped out of the door, glanced at him, and pursed his lips.
"I don't want my old friend to not even have an inscription on his tombstone. Do you want that too?"
The wind blew in through the open door. Zuo Zhengyang, who was about to try to persuade the student to shut up, turned his head away in silence, looking at the scholar over there.
"Yes, whatever. I will not tell anyone a single word about what happened today."
Lu Liangsheng raised his hand and bowed to him: "Thank you, Zuo Qianwei." After that, he walked out of the courtyard with Minister Min. When the gatekeeper saw the master and the scholar coming out, he hurriedly opened the gate and stepped aside.
"Liangsheng, let's go now."
The two men came out of the Min Mansion and saw the Taoist priest and an old donkey waiting outside the door. Min Changwen was stunned for a moment, probably because he didn't expect that there were other people there.
"Hehe, Minister Min, what's with that expression on your face? Don't you remember me?" The Taoist didn't bother to be polite and just bowed casually.
Min Changwen laughed but still saluted him back. The old donkey stamped its hooves a few times and groaned twice, as if to remind him that it was also an acquaintance.
"Who's that over there?!"
Just as the three of them gathered, a team of patrolling soldiers on the side of the government road saw something unusual and came running over with weapons and armor on their shoulders.
"I am the Minister of Personnel, Min Changwen. Do you know me?"
"Uh... It's really Minister Min. I greet you, Lord Minister."
The leading pair of officials hurriedly bowed their hands, and even glanced alertly at the figures wearing bamboo hats, the Taoist priest, and the old donkey beside them, then waved their hands and led the team away.
After the footsteps faded away, Lu Liangsheng raised his head. The reason for doing so was that he did not want Min Changwen to be implicated. The three of them stopped talking and took the Shangshu with them, using the invisibility and wall-passing spell to go straight to the northern suburbs of the city.
The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the clouds drift slowly.
Wow wow —
A crow perched on a branch let out a few creepy night cries. Amid the sound of dead branches breaking, its red eyes blinked. Below, three figures were seen, followed by a donkey, walking through the desolate woods. After leaving the grove, piles of graves could be seen stretching out in the cold moonlight.
"This is the northern suburbs mass grave." Min Changwen's voice was heard among the three people.
Lu Liangsheng loosened the reins and walked among the overgrown graves. Many of the graves had been dug up by wild beasts, exposing the corpses inside. Some were hastily buried, with straw mats exposed outside. There were also some freshly dug holes, and it seemed that people had not been buried yet, with corpses still lying on one side.
The scholar closed his eyes, raised his hand slightly, and waved it towards the pit. His magic power sent the corpse and the straw mat into the pit.
"Old Sun, please help and bury this man in the ground."
"You... ordered me around again."
Sun Yingxian moved her mouth, but still used her Taoist method of controlling the earth to move the loose soil around it bit by bit and bury the body.
On the other side, Min Changwen led the scholar to the front, stopped at a position in the middle, and squatted down looking at the largest grave in front of them.
"Mr. Shuhua, your students are here to see you."
Lu Liangsheng closed his eyes, endured the pain in his heart, and said softly: "Minister Min, please move aside."
Facing the grave mound, he raised his hands, and the soil on the grave suddenly shook. In Min Changwen's sight, the raised hands moved to the left and right, and the grave soil suddenly cracked, surging upward like water. After a moment, a coffin was seen being lifted up by the moving soil.
Having seen the art of invisibility and wall-walking, Min Changwen was able to suppress his amazement to some extent. He looked at the coffin with a choked voice.
"I didn't want my old friend's body to be destroyed by wild animals, so I spent some money to bribe the person who was doing the burial to secretly replace it."
"Liang Sheng thanks Minister Min on behalf of our teacher."
Lu Liangsheng suppressed his emotions, bowed to Min Changwen to express his gratitude, walked to the coffin, placed his hand on it, his Adam's apple rolled sourly, and he called out in a very low voice.
"Liangsheng is back to see you."
Then, he slammed the side of the coffin with his palm, and with his other hand, he grabbed the edge below, and forcibly lifted up the coffin containing Uncle Huagong and carried it on his shoulder!
"Master, do you want to overlook this city? Liangsheng will take you there."
Before Min Changwen could react, Lu Liangsheng, carrying the coffin, kicked off his feet, and leaped into the moonlight in the sky. The Taoist who had just buried the body brushed off the dust on his hands, and heard the sound of him soaring into the air. He looked at the figure floating high in the moonlight from afar.
"Hey, Lao Lu!"
"Lu Liangsheng!! Are you running away just like that?!"
The resounding sound echoed in the night wind. In the whistling wind, the soldiers on the city wall heard the sound of wood shaking and colliding. They looked up and saw a figure carrying a long object floating over their heads.
"Oh no! A demon has entered the city!" "He's heading towards the Imperial City!"
"Blow the horn!"
There was a shout, and a soldier stood on the parapet and waved a command flag toward the tower. The next moment, a horn fixed on the parapet sounded.
Woohoo~~~
The sound of the horn was distant and desolate. On the walls of the imperial city, the generals defending the city shouted loudly. Teams of soldiers were hastily mobilized, and they all raised their bows and arrows and headed towards the city. However, they did not know that the people coming from the sky came.
boom-
The figure carrying the coffin landed on a section of the city wall, stirring up dust and brick chips that were pushed all around, and the gust of wind knocked several nearby soldiers off their horses.
Lu Liangsheng stood up from a half-squat carrying the coffin, and without even looking at the swords, spears, and guns raised around him, he walked away leisurely.
A soldier clenched the handle of his gun, looked at the strange man carrying the coffin passing by, and wanted to stab him, but was suddenly stopped by his colleague next to him.
"Don't do it, you want to die, that person seems to be Lu Liangsheng!"
These words immediately made the surrounding soldiers stop what they were doing and look at each other in bewilderment.
"The one who knows magic..." "Then the coffin on his shoulder... isn't it Lord Shuhua?"
"What are you doing? Get started—"
On the other side of the city wall, the commanding general rushed over with a sword in hand. On the opposite side of the field of vision, the soldiers seemed to be pushed away for some reason and retreated to both sides. The figure carrying the coffin walked straight out, jumped up, kicked the general's sword away, stepped on his shoulder, and jumped onto the city wall.
The coffin stood on the tiles of the city wall with a bang. Lu Liangsheng looked at the houses and buildings stretching out in his sight, one after another, and raised his finger.
"Master, look, from here you can overlook the entire Tianzhi, with thousands of lights, isn't it beautiful? This is the view of the grand event you want."
The suppressed emotions were finally released, tears overflowed from the corners of the eyes and slid down the cheeks.
"You have always taught good people and worked for the benefit of the common people, but have you ever worked for yourself? In the end, not even a tombstone was left."
In the imperial city, teams of imperial guards rushed over here. Even more than a dozen martial arts masters who were on night duty in the palace were alarmed and jumped over the high walls and rushed over.
"Who are you? Come down from the tower and confess your crime!"
On the city wall.
The night wind blew across Lu Liangsheng's face. He turned the coffin and looked in the direction of the imperial palace, where the lights were bright and the voices were noisy.
"Master, look over there, not a single light has been turned off because of your death. They don't care about you at all, especially the emperor on the throne."
The scholar patted the coffin.
"The student union will seek an explanation for you. Just wait and see."
Lu Liangsheng turned a deaf ear to the scolding coming from below. The magic power in his body seemed to boil, and the surrounding cultivation was vibrating, and tiles were blown away.
Next second.
The words infused with magic power rolled across the sky like thunder.
"Emperor of the Chen Dynasty—"
The words roared like thunder. The city wall beneath his feet shook slightly, tiles fell to the ground with a crackling sound, and the curtains in the imperial bedroom swayed. The sleeping emperor suddenly sat up from his dragon couch and looked outside in horror.
The sound of magic power being infused rang out, and with a bang, the window frames and palace doors broke inward.
"—On the 15th day of August, the hundredth day of my master's death, Lu Liangsheng from Qixia Mountain will come to you to ask for an explanation!"
Outside the palace, a group of palace masters who were running along the courtyard walls and buildings suddenly stopped, their bodies seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, they spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, fortunately they were not killed, and groaned in pain, holding their chests.
The soldiers on the city wall were fine, they were just frightened and dropped their weapons, screaming in panic. The surrounding buildings were shaking and buzzing. Chen Shubao, who had heard the horn, got up from the couch and sat on the edge of the bed to listen. He was suddenly startled by the thunderous shout and sat down on the ground.
With eyes wide open, he pointed outside the hall with trembling fingers.
"Lu... Lu... Lu Liangsheng... is here."
He couldn't catch his breath, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted. Zhang Lihua and the other palace maids were frightened and panicked.
…
The night wind was howling, and every household in the city was awakened. Lights were lit in the dark window frames, and people walked out of the houses or opened the windows to see what was happening.
On the distant tower of the imperial city, Lu Liangsheng, who was holding the coffin, had his hair flying. He turned and looked up into the sky above the city, then carried the coffin to the road outside the city and walked south on foot.
"Master, Liangsheng will take you back to Qixia Mountain."