Chapter 12 Lending ...

On the top of Jiulu Mountain, the empty imperial chariot looked a little awkward in the pouring rain. A fully soaked palace servant held a big umbrella, and a man stood under the umbrella.

He is probably in his thirties, and his appearance can be said to be very upright. It's like - he wears a golden silk cicada crown on his head, wears a black robe, a purple seal sash, the sun and the moon on his shoulders, the scarlet collar, the dragon and the phoenix, which is exactly the clothes of the emperor's dynasty.

This man is the emperor 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 had tried their best to cover him, a little rain fell on the emperor, but he didn't care, and stared at the Xuanzong Tiantai in front of him without blinking.

An old man was kneeling upright on Xuanzong's rooftop. He was crouched on the ground reverently, his head covered with white hair, curled up slightly in the bleak wind and rain, and he looked even more emaciated and shriveled. The strong wind on the top of Jiulu made the flag on the imperial carriage rattle, but the old man in plain clothes seemed to be ignorant.

There was a middle-aged man kneeling on the edge of the rooftop, also watching the direction of the old man.

Surrounded by the rooftop, headed by Daozu's junior brother Bitan, and Xuanzong's twelve real people sit in a circle. The other disciples, ninety-nine-eighty-one, were dispatched from the outer circle in the Gangzheng Formation.

There are only three people of the same generation from Xuanzong's head Daozu. They are the master's younger brother Bitan Zhenren, the younger junior brother Banya Zhenren, and a junior sister, Master Kuruo, and the "Twelve Zhenren" are the outstanding twelve of the next generation of Xuanzong. Individuals, each has its own merits, Shi Wuyuan occupies the name of the young disciple of Daozu, but occupies the name of a generation.

At this time, the real Banya was protecting the law, and Master Kuruo was not present. Most of her and her followers were women. Now the emperor led civil and military officials to the scene for unknown reasons. She did not show up. Weird thing.

Strangely, Daozu was not among them either.

Suddenly, a gust of wind gusted up, rolled up a branch on the ground, and flew straight towards the old man in the middle of the platform.

Banya was taken aback, and immediately pointed to the wooden stick. In the blink of an eye, the branch snapped into two pieces. When he went over, he loosened his bun, and the gray hair with a little withered air immediately spread out and spread out on the thin back of the old man, which was a little shocking.

The emperor couldn't help but took a half step forward, his eyes seemed anxious.

Bitan suddenly raised her eyes and said in a low voice and haste, "Not good!"

Only when he finished speaking, he saw that the half-section of the branch that was hit by the cliff in the sky flew straight to a mountain lantern. The mountain lantern, which could not be extinguished by the mountain rain, was in a trance. Under everyone's frightened eyes, the flames actually getting smaller.

The emperor shouted: "Master!"

I saw the old man who was lying on the ground jumping forward, and a mouthful of blood spurted out more than a foot away.

The guard standing on the side immediately knelt at his feet and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty." The emperor hesitated for a while, but in the end he stopped. The earth seemed to tremble together, but the mountain lantern failed to turn on again. After shaking it twice, it went out.

The old man kneeling on the ground suddenly raised his head. He opened his eyes wide and stared straight at the extinguished sky lantern. At a glance, Banya shook her head solemnly, but Bitan's eyes flashed a ray of light.

At this moment, the middle-aged man on the edge of the platform stood up, holding a dagger in both hands, respectfully went to the roof, and handed it to the old man.

I saw that the old man looked at the dagger for a moment, and suddenly smiled slightly, looking relieved, and then backhanded the dagger into his heart. It slid down with the dagger, but as if there was some force guiding it, it gradually became a line, and then a small whirlwind rolled up the line made of blood, rising all the way to the extinguished mountain lamp, flickering and changing. It became a fire, and the mountain lantern was lit again, but the light emitted was faintly tinged with a hint of blush.

The wind and rain gradually subsided. The old man turned his back to the sky and knelt there quietly, with a dagger in his chest, as if he was dead.

After an unknown amount of time, Bitan stood up again and said in a long voice, "Li-cheng-"

As soon as he finished speaking, the emperor immediately lifted his robe and ran up to the roof in three steps to support the crumbling old man: "Taifu, you..."

The old man raised his head in a daze, his eyes were already scattered at this time, the emperor looked down at the dagger on his chest, gritted his teeth, and was about to pull it out. Bitan, who was beside him, said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Taifu took the blood of his heart to light up the seventh station lantern, there must be 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 twisted for a moment, and his fingers were trembling slightly.

However, the old man raised his hand and grabbed the emperor's scarlet collar, as if returning to the light, his eyes blazing brightly, and said, "Old minister... lighting seven mountain lanterns, and borrowing the destiny for seventy years for me. ,Ran Ran……"

He took a deep breath, as if he was stuck in his chest, and said with all his strength: "The heart of the ant, the mayfly, unexpected... unexpectedly... will, the fate is flying red, will come out... will come out... "

He finally couldn't speak any more, and his whole body twitched violently. He stared at the emperor, and then shifted his eyes slightly. Through the emperor, he looked at the middle-aged man who was standing silently weeping. His purple lips were trembling. There are thousands of words in his chest that he wants to say - he has not seen that the country is in good order, and that the people are living and working in peace and contentment. .

The middle-aged man fell to his knees with a "plop" and cried, "Dad, don't worry, my son will help my emperor and do my best for me!"

The light in the old man's eyes gradually dimmed, and his hand that grabbed the emperor's collar like a convulsion slowly lost his strength and slumped down, as if he had seen all the empty dàngdàng in the eyes of Wanli Heshan, and finally there was nothing left. .

When this generation of famous officials died, there was nothing but an old rickety corpse left in this world.

In the thirteenth year of Dagan, Yan Huaipu, the former imperial teacher, was on the top of Jiulu Mountain, and between Xuanzong Tiantai he put up seven mountain lanterns to save Dagan's destiny.

At this time, Shi Wuyuan finally saw the scene of the back mountain. The entire Cangyun Valley was enveloped by a black gas, and the monsters, big and small, fled desperately, shivering. He was condescending, and seeing that it was the thickest near the fire lotus, he couldn't get around.

Shi Wuyuan grabbed a half-human, half-shòu-looking deer that ran past him, and asked, "What happened in the valley? What happened to Tianhu Bai Niangniang and the others?"

The deer was so frightened that he was about to roll his eyes, and said shiveringly: "Oh, it's amazing, the divine thunder interrupted the earth veins in the valley, and today also coincides with the yīn time, the yīn month, and the yīn day. The seal...the seal is broken, and the demon is about to come into the world!"

Shi Wuyuan ignored what he was talking about, and before he finished speaking, he hurriedly asked, "What about Xiaoion? Where's Baili?"

Lu Jing was stunned at first, as if he didn't know who he was talking about, Shi Wuyuan continued: "He is the daughter of Lady Bai, that's the one..."

Lu jīng trembled all over, and his face showed a ghostly look, almost to the point of urinating his pants - fortunately, his lower body looked like a shòu, and he was not wearing pants.

He frantically broke free from Shi Wuji's hands and shouted, "I don't know, I don't know!"

Then ran away without looking back.

Shi Wuyuan stomped his feet and rushed towards the valley against all the little demons who were running away.

There was a strong sense of unease in his heart—Shi Wuyuan had never felt so uneasy in his life. This almost made him feel scared for the first time, but he thought to himself, it was like the house was on fire, and his daughter-in-law was inside. , No matter how afraid a man is, can he let her stay in the sea of ​​​​fire alone?

So the little man rushed down without hesitation.

The closer he got to the dark mouth of the fire lotus, the faster his heart beat. When he got to the door, his hands and feet became cold, his calf twitched slightly, and his knees went weak when he walked. Shi Wuyuan stopped for a while, and glanced at the Kingfisher, his face was as white as paper, but he said to the big bird, "You go to a high place, it's dark and dark, don't come in with me."

Kingfisher gently pecked his nose, unusually gentle.

Shi Wuyuan lowered his arm and urged, "Go quickly."

But the bird seemed to be clinging to his arm, and refused to move. Shi Wuyuan looked at it for a while, then sighed, and put the astrolabe that was getting lighter and lighter. Tied to the bird's back, he ran into the dòng with the big bird, shouting while running, "Little Ion! Where are you?"

"Little Ion, you..."

His voice got stuck in his throat, because all the fox demons in the fire lotus dòng turned their heads, some people had fox faces, they stared at him in unison, and the fox king Bai Ziyi stood in the middle, holding A long sword, the tip of the sword 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 had been stained with blood, but his eyes were still open, as if he had not dripped the last drop of blood. His eyes were filled with black hatred. As if not going away. Calling people to glance up, they feel cold.

Although the appearance is different, the eyebrows and eyes are vague and the expression is vague, so that Shi Wuyuan only froze for a moment, and then reacted - that is Baili!

Bai Li's eyes fell on him, and the cold and hard eyes softened a little, as if a little dazed.

Shi Wuyuan didn't have time to think about why Bai Li suddenly grew so big, and why he suddenly... looks like a man, because these things are lighter than the fact that "Bai Li's mother wants to kill him" Feathered.

In a hurry, he rolled his eyes, but with a silly smile on his mouth, he said, "Oh, what... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I accidentally went to the wrong place."