I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 105: Lu Wu Xiang and the God of Killing [Monthly Tickets Plus]

Princess Yuxia finally thought of the young man in Yufu Palace, and her brows furrowed even deeper.

"So it was the grandson of the Li family who beat Li Fushu? That's the Li family's family affair. The Minister of Revenue has always been tough, so Chen Zhian must be punished."

Wei Lingyu said this and glanced at Si Yao again, but said nothing more.

But just from this one glance, Si Yao already felt as if she had been seen through by the princess; even the divine energy in her Niwan Palace trembled.

But now that things have come to this, Si Yao can only bite the bullet and say: "This Chen Zhian seems to have no dealings with the Ministry of Revenue's Shangshu Mansion. Minister Li of the Ministry of Revenue cannot tolerate any sand in his eyes. This Chen Zhian is probably a stain that is difficult to erase in his eyes, and he can't wait to wipe it off as soon as possible."

"But... this Chen Zhian is not an ordinary person. He is very close to the Minister of War Chu Muye. He even followed Lord Chu to the residence of Prime Minister Song on Baishou Street."

Wei Lingyu's eyes flashed, and he suddenly smiled: "Prime Minister Song is really old, I went to ask to see him a long time ago, but he avoided me.

But now I have met such a painter..."

At this point, her smile became even brighter, and she asked Si Yao: "Do you know if Chen Zhian drank Prime Minister Song's tea?"

"I don't know about that." Si Yao replied, "But I have to admit that this Chen family member is quite capable. Not to mention his attainments in poetry and painting, his talent for cultivation can also be called extraordinary.

Otherwise, even if Li Fushu's injury had not healed, Chen Zhian would not be able to defeat him."

She paused for a moment, then slowly said, "The Saint wants to establish two seal holders in the world, and the second seal holder said he wants to find someone below the Jade Palace..."

"Okay." Princess Yuxia interrupted Si Yao and stood up: "Your Si and Li families are in the same boat. You are telling me all this today just to get me to take action."

"This young man, Chen Zhian, has repeatedly entered and exited Yufu Palace, which is against the rules. I told him to get out of Yufu Palace last time, but he didn't seem to hear me."

"In that case, I will naturally take a closer look at him to see how brave Chen Zhian is to disobey me."

She walked out of the private room without looking back: "As for holding the seal... In Xuantianjing, there is still me, my fourth brother Wei Qingyan, Xie You from the Xie family, Pei Yuan from the Pei family, Lu Shengxuan from the Lu family, and Jiang Feiliu from the Imperial Master's family.

Even if he has some talent, it is not his turn.

Do you really think that the aristocratic families in Xuantianjing are just sitting there doing nothing?"

Si Yao stood up, looking somewhat helpless.

"As for you, if you encounter something like this in the future, just tell me directly. Don't be so secretive. It will only make me feel disgusted."

Si Yao looked up and saw Wei Lingyu had already walked down the stairs and ridden away on horseback.

She watched the famous horse Lu Guang flying away, sighed in her heart, and somewhat resented her brother for arranging such a job for her.

-

Chen Zhian couldn't resist Li Xushi's repeated invitations and finally went out on the street.

Ever since he beat up Li Fushu for the second time and robbed him of several treasures, Chen Zhian only moved around in the imperial city unless necessary.

As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Now that I have gained an advantage, I have to be careful. Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing if the Li family finds trouble with me again.

But... he wasn't actually too afraid.

In East City, he dealt a very heavy hand, and it would probably take Li Fushu a month or two to recover. Afterwards, he did not encounter any questioning from the elders of the Li family, which meant that Chu Muye played some role in it. In the future, the generals of the Songhuai Army will probably be of a first-rate level and will not cause trouble for him again.

As for Li Qingran and Si Hougui, if Chen Zhian can't beat them, can he still escape? He has a first-class spiritual treasure in his Chenglu Ring that can fly.

Now let’s talk about today…

Chen Zhian was even less afraid.

He didn't go out, and Li Xushi kept inviting him. Chen Zhian could only admit that he had offended others and was temporarily avoiding the limelight.

Li Xushi asked him carefully: "Who did you offend, the Creator?"

Chen Zhian shook his head.

Li Xushi asked him again: "Then the person you offended was from Yuque Xuanlou?"

Chen Zhian shook his head again.

So Li Xushi raised his head and patted his chest: "Since I am neither a master of creation nor a master of Yuque Xuanlou, what are you afraid of, brother?"

With Li Xushi, a guard with amazing combat power, Chen Zhian naturally had less to fear.

The two of them went to East City and ate the most famous hot pot in Xuantianjing. When they returned, they ordered a few taels of Lanling wine and then went back to the courtyard.

The two walked along the Huanglong River, not far from the imperial city.

Chen Zhian suddenly heard a voice calling out, "My dear, may I ask you for a pot of wine?"

Chen Zhian turned around and saw an old man wearing a straw hat and carrying a shoulder pole waving at him from behind.

He looked around, but Li Xushi standing next to him seemed not to have heard what the old man said.

Chen Zhian was startled and quickly asked Li Xushi: "Did you see the old man behind you?"

Li Xushi turned around and took a closer look, then shook his head, frowned and said, "Brother, you got drunk just by holding the wine and smelling it?"

Chen Zhian shuddered suddenly and quickly visualized Nan Liujing. His mind suddenly became clear. He looked again and saw that the old man was still there.

"Are you possessed?" There was some concern on Li Xushi's somewhat childish face. He thought about it and suddenly put his two fingers together and wiped his forehead.

The sword mark on his forehead appeared, emitting several sword lights that fell in the distance.

"There is no evil spirit..." Li Xushi became a little worried.

Chen Zhian thought about it, and suddenly said to Li Xushi: "You go back first, I will go get some more wine, this pot of wine may be used to give away."

When Li Xushi heard Chen Zhian say this, he seemed a little worried and didn't know whether he should leave.

Chen Zhian waved his hand at him and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I am full of righteousness. What evil spirit can bewitch me? Go back and wait for me. I will bring Lanling wine, and we can drink some."

Only then did Li Xushi feel relieved and left.

Chen Zhian walked up to the old man and handed over the wine jug in his hand.

Old Wen took the wine jug but did not drink from it. Instead, he put down the shoulder pole and put the wine into the basket.

He sat on the basket and said, "My friend gave me a pot of wine. How can I repay you?"

Chen Zhian immediately raised his eyebrows, his heart burning with excitement: "I am indeed a rare genius among millions. This is probably the legendary opportunity, right?"

The reason why he answered this strange old man was simple.

I visualized the southern scenery and looked at the old man. There was nothing unusual about him.

Li Xushi summoned the sword that was born on his forehead, and with his cultivation level of Yuque realm, he could not see the old man, which proved that the old man was extraordinary.

If such a person wanted to kill him, he would not be able to fight back at all, so why should the old man bother to call him?
So he agreed to the old man's request and even gave him a pot of wine.

A pot of wine in exchange for an opportunity? This is a great thing.

Chen Zhian was thinking this in his mind and was about to speak.

The old man sighed and said, "In this case, as a token of my gratitude, I will talk to you..."

Chen Zhian's expression froze. What should he say? The old man looked at Xiu Bashan with cloudy eyes and said, "My friend, do you know why this prosperous and amazing Zuo Chao Festival is called Zuo Chao Festival?"

Chen Zhian shook his head. He really didn't know.

The old man said, "The word 'sitting in court' is simple. Four hundred years ago, when Dayu was founded seventy or eighty years ago, Daxi led the heavenly army to come. The world heard the sound of deer drums and the star flags in the clouds! It can be said that the flags covered the sun and the sound of killing shook the sky."

"Another once-in-a-century disaster of demons and ghosts has swept in, devouring human bones and flesh, and the world is shrouded in great terror."

"So on this Qiyuan Mountain... which is now Xiuba Mountain, the first generation of Dayu Kuixing sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, facing thousands of demons and ghosts. He single-handedly blocked the tide of demons and ghosts, beheaded 128,000 of them, and protected Xuantianjing.

He stopped the demons by himself, but Daxi had to split his forces into two places and ultimately failed to destroy the newly born Dayu. For Dayu, this was a great achievement, and for the people, it was a tremendous blessing. "

“But… he sat on Qiyuan Mountain, fighting against demons and ghosts, killing 128,000 people, but he died in just ten years.

The then Emperor Baijun of Dayu designated the day of his death as the Court Ceremony, which has been held every ten years since then.

Four hundred years have passed, Dayu is still here, and the Zuochao Festival is still here, so it can be considered a legacy."

Chen Zhian listened carefully and had great respect for the first generation Dayu Kuixing.

He was about to ask about the first generation of Dayu Kuixing.
The old man suddenly sighed and said, "The disaster of demons and ghosts is not far away but has not yet arrived. The court is still there, but Dayu is no longer the Dayu of four hundred years ago."

"In the past, Dayu Kuixing was in charge of the world and stopped the evil spirits.

But now there are countless demons and ghosts causing trouble in the world, and no one dares to sit on the mountain to stop them. "

Chen Zhian suddenly became curious and asked, "Father, Zhian has never heard of demons and ghosts causing chaos in this world...but I wonder what kind of demons and ghosts there are in the world of Dayu?"

The old man's eyes fell on Chen Zhian again: "I dare not talk about the big monsters, I will only tell you about the small ones."

“For example, in my Great Yu territory, there are several mysterious sects that are engaged in the business of capturing souls and refining banners.

Their traces can be found on the borders between the north and south, in the barren lands of the northwest, and on many islands in the South China Sea. "

"For example, there are many aristocratic families in Dayu who feed the big ghosts with their flesh and blood, and even offer them on the ancestral platform in an attempt to compete for the power of the world!"

Chen Zhian's face suddenly changed. He looked at the old man deeply, but he didn't know where the old man came from.

The old man stood up and picked up the shoulder pole and basket again, saying, "These are still too big for you. Then I will talk about some smaller things, things that are more relevant to you."

“For example, there is a mountain in Xifeng Prefecture that claims to be a fairyland. The king of the mountain calls himself [Jiaoxiang Gong] and has gathered 23 generals to rob and loot together. Let’s not talk about that for now.

But he gathered a farm town and gathered 50,000 people to worship him, and even offered babies, wives and daughters to him for him to absorb popularity...

It was because he practiced the magical power of a dragon in human form, and attempted to transform himself into a dragon.

It is impossible to transform from a dragon into a dragon in human form. How can one achieve this goal without practicing some evil ways?"

When the old man said this, he stopped looking at Chen Zhian and walked away with his shoulder pole. However, his hoarse voice still reached Chen Zhian's ears: "The world still needs a Heavenly King of Killing.

Killing the demons can save the world, and it will become a way of killing and a meritorious service to creation..."

Chen Zhian watched the old man go away. Suddenly, a mist surged up from nowhere and obscured the old man's whereabouts.

Chen Zhian looked carefully, only to find that the old man had completely disappeared.

It suddenly started raining.

The rain, as fine as silver threads, covered the sky and the earth like a veil, which did not seem like summer rain.

Chen Zhian looked towards Xiuba Mountain, but suddenly he saw a curve of green water flowing around the mountain like a jade belt.

He seemed to see that right by the Green River, there was a brave man sitting cross-legged, single-handedly fighting against 128,000 demons!

It wasn't until the rain fell on his face that he suddenly woke up.

He reached out and wiped the rain off his face, feeling as if he were in another world.

Was the old man just now a dream, or was he an enlightened person who came to talk to him?

However, Chen Zhian happened to know that Xifengzhou, which claimed to be a fairyland, was a place where twenty-three generals gathered.

Or maybe everyone in Dayu knows it.

"West Penglai..."

Chen Zhian lowered his head and thought.

"What is the Killing Heavenly King?"

-

In Daci Temple, Chen Shuijun was still dressed in white, his long hair had been tied up into a Taoist bun, and his famous sword [Yellow Bird Wind] was still at his waist, like a Taoist master.

His face was glowing like jade, and he looked like an accomplished practitioner. However, three dark shadows were looming behind him, and the sound of cicadas could be heard faintly.

He entered into a state of meditation in the temple until evening, when he opened his eyes, stood up and walked out of the Daci Temple.

Outside the Daci Temple, an old man was walking towards the temple carrying a shoulder pole and two baskets. As he walked into the temple, the smoke and dust on his body completely dissipated, the shoulder pole turned into a whisk, and the two baskets turned into two small red gourds, hanging around the old man's waist.

At the same time, his face changed again, becoming more like an immortal, more like a real person than Chen Shuijun.

This person is the abbot of Daci Temple.

"I have met Chen Zhian."

A smile appeared on Chen Shuijun's face.

The abbot of Daci Temple reached out his hand, and there was a pot of wine in his hand. Chen Shuijun became even happier and took the pot of wine.

The two of them turned side by side and looked towards Daci Temple.

The Great Compassion Temple probably means great compassion and great mercy.

However, what is enshrined in the temple is a statue with a green face and fangs, a dragon coiled on its body, the Xuantian sword in its hand, and a guillotine hanging over its head.

This heavenly king does not seem to have anything to do with great compassion. Instead, he looks like a murderous heavenly king who specializes in feeding on hungry ghosts.

"You have traveled thousands of miles to seek the image of the Heavenly King of Killing Life and the Great Compassionate Dongting Technique for Chen Zhian..."

“But you know that your child is no longer in Sunan Prefecture, but has gone to Xuantianjing.

The immortal who planted the tea tree is about to forge a seal for your child, with the seal of Luwu on it, to inspect the imperial city?"

The abbot of Daci Temple spoke.

The smile on Chen Shuijun's face stopped abruptly, and he suddenly frowned.

After a long time, his frown relaxed...

"Whether it's Lu Wu or the Heavenly King of Killing...let Zhian choose for himself."

The abbot of Daci Temple laughed and said, "If he can't kill the living and exorcise the demons, the Dongting technique and the Heavenly King appearance will not be able to fall on him."

ps: Yesterday's monthly ticket plus more

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