Chapter 44 Chaos...

Ziyun Temple, northwest of Pingyang City, was surrounded by pedestrians on this day. The forbidden army in the city surrounded it on three floors and three floors. Many civil and military officials stood on both sides of the road with solemn expressions. man with crown.

There used to be a market on the golden street in front of the temple, and it was very lively, but now there are only people who are wearing armor.

There is a tall building on Gunjin Street called Dragon King Pavilion. On weekdays, the crowd is bustling, and if you go late, you can't even squeeze into the hall downstairs. It is the tallest building in Pingyang City. On the top floor, in addition to the palace, you can see most of the imperial capital. Now it is heavily guarded, with the curtains down on the top floor, and vaguely seeing silhouettes flickering, from time to time there are imperial physicians hurried in and out with medicine boxes on their backs.

Looking inside, there is a couch on the top floor of the Dragon King Pavilion, and a young man is standing on the edge of the couch, his head bowed and not saying a word. Lying on the couch was an old man with white beard and hair, with a withered face and sunken eyes. His eyes were looking at the Ziyun Temple through the curtains floating in the breeze. A hand full of spots was exposed from the quilt, but he was actually dressed in bright clothes. Huáng's robe—the emperor who went to Jiulu Mountain to borrow fortune in his prime years, is now getting old, and Taifu Yan Zhen is by his side.

At noon, the overwhelming dark clouds suddenly enveloped Pingyang City, and a deafening thunder slashed down from the sky, hitting the big locust tree in the Ziyun Temple. Then, the dark and heavy door slowly opened from the middle. The place where the teacher retreats, and the position of the national teacher has been vacant since the previous dynasty, the gate of Ziyun Temple seems to have not been opened for thousands of years.

There was a hoarse cry from the door pivot, like an old man who was dying, reaching out a hand from the grave, insisting on grabbing something and refusing to go.

The dust was everywhere, and the field was so silent that only one's breath was left. After a long time, a figure appeared at the dark door. The emperor on the couch in the Dragon King Pavilion couldn't help but prop up his body, and the young man next to him rushed forward to support him, but the old emperor just stretched his shriveled neck, like an old man on the edge of the pot, turbid His eyes stared at the figure at the door.

A man sang in a hoarse voice: "The devil is out of the customs——"

Then the voices of countless people were superimposed, and it was almost impossible to hear the words "congratulations" that they shouted at the same time. A pale girl was tied to the carriage, with disheveled hair and a prison uniform. A big word "sin" was written in cinnabar on her chest. Her mouth was gagged, so she couldn't utter a word, but she was desperately crying.

The man shouted again: "Sacrifice—"

In a blink of an eye, the girl had been pushed to the door 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 on the forehead, which was actually a flower. It looks a little weird when people see it.

His eyes were extremely cold, as if they didn't look like human flesh, like two pieces of glass. He took two steps forward, his eyes fell on the girl, and she seemed to be covered with cold water, and hit her hard. Chills.

The man slowly stretched out his hand and wrapped his palm around the girl's head. The movement was very gentle, as if she was combing her messy hair with her fingers. The girl looked up at him with a confused expression. Tuan Baiqi rose from the top of her head, her eyes began to be hazy, and the stuff in her mouth naturally fell off, but the girl showed a look of obsession.

Then her body was like a drop of water being sucked, and it shrunk quickly. The whole person turned into a wooden stick, and only the skeleton was left with a head against it, and the head looked strangely large, and was shaky in the man's hand.

The four soldiers guarding the car showed uncontrollable horror on their faces. saw that the man who appeared in the Ziyun Temple took another step forward, and suddenly let go, and the bones of the girl's body turned into powder. , shattered in an instant, and bone powder drifted out from her prison uniform, leaving only a glorious head, which rolled onto the car.

The man's hoarse voice sounded again: "Licheng—"

The old emperor who was in the high pavilion blinked his eyes that were about to close, and tightly grasped the young man beside him with a pair of dead wood-like hands, and asked Yan Zhen, "That's... what is that?"

Before the words were finished, the Demon Lord who walked out of Ziyun Temple suddenly raised his head, as if he was aware of 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, and he suddenly realized that after being called for so many years, long live, long live, he did not become the thousand-year-old king after all. Eighty thousand years later, the huge shadow of death is still following him on the road of getting old little by little.

"That's qi." Yan Zhen bowed and replied softly, "Long live, that's my qi."

"Qi...cough cough..." The old emperor coughed for a while, his eyes turned slowly, and fell on Yan Zhen, thinking to himself, how can one dynasty and one country's Qi figure be so fast in an instant? What about a monster that sucks all the flesh and blood of a person?

However, he didn't say it. Many years ago, it was always difficult for him to say anything to the Yan family.

It is said that Taifu Yan Huaipu was loyal to the country, and finally died on Jiulu Mountain, which is very sad. He believed so at the beginning. The old Taifu taught him hand in hand to grow up. Young, at a loss in the face of this riddled cadre, Mrs. Yan is his crutch.

But... a prince, does he need a cane that is always in his ear?

What are the abilities of Yan's father and son?

Because of tantra? Because of the three popes?

Because they have the ability to communicate with ghosts and ghosts? Who is the king of the big guns?

The old emperor suddenly became angry. He had never been so angry in his life. It was like the last fire in his life. The young man said "absurd", but he had no strength.

This fire didn't burn his second chūn, but burned him to death.

I am going to die. The emperor fiercely held the hand of the prince who was supporting him, thinking to himself, I am a cowardly... man.

"Luo'er." He suddenly exclaimed clearly.

The prince bowed his head and said, "Father."

"A hundred years from now, the legend will be with you..." At that moment, the old emperor looked at the young face of the prince and didn't know what he was thinking, and these words blurted out.

With an indescribable ominous aura.

The prince's knees softened, and he knelt straight on the ground, shouting loudly, "Father!"

Yan Zhen took a step back and knelt on the side, her eyes moved to the ground flatly, and she listened quietly.

As if he had never heard of it before, the old emperor said: "You must... perform your duties diligently, be diligent in government affairs, make good use of talented people, and reprimand the villains. You must not forget our country's worries in the past night, and you must not...you must not forget the ancestors and religions for a moment, you ……you you……"

You don't want to be like me.

The old emperor looked at the prince's red eyes, regardless of whether it was true or false, and chanted this sentence in his heart, but did not say it.

Don't be cowardly like me, you must be an upright man, be an upright emperor, take back the royal face that we have lost for thousands of years, and be the real master of this country.

These words slammed into his chest like a group of birds that were chattering and screeching incessantly, but never came out. The old emperor was just holding the prince's hand, and the hand with the blue veins was a bit like an old black mountain demon, which was reflected in the bleak dish by Ming Huáng's sleeve.

Then he struggled again, and got up from the couch like a ray of light. He lifted the blanket over him while he was moving, and a stinky smell came out of it - it turned out that he had been lying down for a long time, he had wet his pants, and he was still do not know.

None of the attendants dared to show disgust. The old emperor, whose crotch was wet, stepped on straw-like legs and shook off the people around him who were trying to help him, shaking like a moving bamboo. He walked to the window, pulled down the curtain, and with a "sudden" sound, all the people downstairs were able to see the indignant face of the emperor, and they bowed their heads in panic, lest they be blinded.

Only the man who came out of Ziyun Temple was still standing there, with a shadow that was twice the size of a normal person dragging behind him. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He looked at the old emperor, and after a while, he was very perfunctory. He clasped his fists rudely, and said clearly in his mouth: "Hail the emperor."

The old emperor's cheeks twitched for a moment, and then he said, "Hahahahaha..."

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the window lattice, laughing, not knowing what was wrong. However, before the Crown Prince, Yan Zhen and the others stepped forward to help him, the old emperor's laughter suddenly stopped. He raised his head, his body was like a fish on the shore, he hit twice, and then this With the action of laughing in the sky, he fell straight on his back and thumped.

The Crown Prince was so frightened that he was stunned, and after a long while he shouted again, "Father!"

It's a pity that he hasn't had a chance to say anything else on this day.

Yan Zhen suddenly took a step forward, rolled beside the old emperor, put his finger under his nose to try, his face gradually became solemn, and after a long while, he whispered: "The emperor... funeral."

This old emperor, who was dragging his way through the country, was born out of trouble and died in laughter. Although he was not decent enough, he was always the first in history. don't know if he would be willing to rest his eyes under the nine springs.

Even with Mrs. Yan in charge, the scene was chaotic, Zou Yan stepped forward, bowed to the person who came out of Ziyun Temple, and said, "The devil is here, please, the lower official has a few words to tell you in detail. "

The man glanced at him, and as he left the chaos, the two got into a carriage one after the other, and a cloth-like person in the carriage had been waiting for a long time. Like a dog, Pidianpidian leaned over.

Zou Yanlai said: "Rong Xiaguan sends the devil into the mansion."

"What's the matter with you?" Bai Li asked without looking up, leaning on the car.

"Yesterday, I was watching the stars on the night of the official, and I saw the Milky Way collapsed, and the catastrophe had begun. After careful calculation, the secret contract was actually destroyed..."

Bai Li raised his eyes and glanced at him with a half-smile, his voice was so soft as if he was afraid that he would break the dust in the wind, and asked, "Did...he did it?"

Zou Yanlai lowered her head and couldn't deny it.

"He's moving at this time, and I'm going out at this time. Do you think we have fate?" Bai Li's mouth twitched for a while, and he seemed to smile, but his eyes were still cold and frightening, and he just listened to him continue. Said, "If Shi Wuyuan gets up, he must start with Xuanzong, and Master Zou can prepare as soon as possible."

Zou Yanlai raised his head with some doubts, Bai Li seemed to know what he did not say - Xuanzong is the head of the three popes, even if the Pope's secret covenant is really invalid, it will only destroy the implication between the great popes. However, for thousands of years The inertia of the alliance has always been linked together, even if the secret contract is no longer, how can the alliance be so easily destroyed?

Shi Wuyuan will challenge Xuanzong with moths to the flames?

"I know him." Bai Li just said softly, "I have known him since I was a child."