Chapter 67

Xie Lian raised his head suddenly and said, "No."

He repeated firmly: "Absolutely not."

The national teacher nodded and said: "I also expected you to answer this way. Therefore, we focus on the second method."

Xie Lian said solemnly: "Please speak."

The national teacher said: "The second method is that, Your Royal Highness, you should repent before Xianle and all the people of the country, ask God for your sins, and face the wall for another month."

Xie pity said calmly: "No."

The national teacher was stunned and said: "It's not that you really want to face the wall and think about anything, as long as you mean it...cough." He suddenly remembered that it was in front of the statue of Emperor Shenwu, and quickly changed his words, saying: "As long as you have enough sincerity Okay."

Xie Lian still said: "No."

The national teacher said: "Why?"

Xie Lian said: "National teacher, I went down the mountain today, do you know what I saw? The people in the imperial city did not blame the accident, but praised it very much. It shows that the people of our country feel that they choose to save the child. is right.

"And if according to what you said, a right thing should be punished as a mistake, what would they think? Isn't this telling everyone that saving a life is not only impossible to build a seven-level pagoda, but also the other way around. To admit their own guilt? Then from now on, how should they think and act?"

The national teacher said: "It doesn't really matter whether this matter is right or not. Now you have to choose one of the two paths. There is no such thing as the best of both worlds. Either the child will carry it, or you will carry it."

Thanks for the pity: "It's very important. If you have to choose, I choose the third way."

The national teacher rubbed his eyebrows and said: "This... Your Royal Highness, with all due respect, why do you care what they think? They think so today, and they think so tomorrow. You don't need to be obsessed with such small details. , believe me, what should I do after the matter of the people who should be done is over, I won't be moved by you, and I won't follow you as an example. It is more important for us to be careful and serve the top. "

After a moment of silence, Xie Lian said: "National teacher, in fact, since I became a teacher and entered the emperor's extreme view, the more I cultivated and the longer I thought about it, I always had an idea, but I didn't dare to say it clearly."

The national teacher said: "What do you think?"

Xie Lian said: "Is it really right that we worship God like this?"

The national teacher was speechless for a moment, and said: "They don't worship God, should we drink the northwest wind? Is it possible, Your Highness, the Crown Prince, do you think that thousands of believers have believed in priests for thousands of years, are you still wrong?"

Xie Lian shook his head, pondered for a moment, and said: "It is right to believe in nature. However, the disciple thought that he should not kneel."

He raised his head, pointed at the splendid, tall and radiant statue of Emperor Shenwu, and said, "Man soars to become a god. To humans, gods are ancestors, mentors, lamps, but not masters. For this, I should be grateful. It can also be admired, but it is definitely not worship. Just like Shangyuan Festival, I think the correct attitude should be gratitude and joy, not fear, flattery, trembling, and even put yourself in the position of a slave."

The national teacher stood silent, but the three deputy national teachers could not sit still and turned around.

Xie Lian continued: "If there is an accident, there is nothing I can do. I would like to offer thousands of lamps to illuminate the long night. Even if moths flutter into the fire, I am not afraid. But I don't want to bow my head because I did the right thing. Have you ever thought about it? What's wrong with me? What's wrong with others? It's like being evil, and punishing those who do evil will be punished. What's the truth? If God has eyes, he will not be punished for this. "

The national teacher looked elsewhere and said, "Then, His Royal Highness, let me ask you, what if you are really guilty? At that time, will you apologize or not?"

Thanks for the pity: "If this is the case, then it is God's fault, and I am right. My strength is against the sky, and I will fight to the end."

Hearing this, the national teacher's expression changed slightly, and he said with a smile: "His Royal Highness, you have the courage to say this."

The three deputy national teachers looked at him in unison and hesitated. At this moment, there was a sudden alarm outside the hall, and it seemed that many bells were ringing at the same time. This time, the four national teachers couldn't sit still, grabbed them at the same time, and ran to the rear of the palace.

Xie Lian followed closely behind, following them through several buildings behind the Shenwu Temple and came to a dark octagonal temple. saw that the door of the black hall was wide open, and countless gray smoke flew out from the door.

The national teacher screamed and said: "Where is Zhu An?! Where is the death! What's going on?!"

Several Taoist guards rushed over, and the leader of them was the senior brother Zhu, saying: "National teacher!!! I'm here! I don't know what's going on, this door is locked well, and it was suddenly opened just now! "

The national teacher pulled his hair and said: "Cache the new soul sealing pot!"

Xie Lian rushed up directly. This black hall is surrounded by sandalwood lattices of different sizes and in good order. On the lattices are all kinds of pottery pots, porcelain vases, and jade boxes. Originally, each container was well placed. It was tightly stuffed, and the top of the bottle was sealed with a vermilion character yellow talisman, but at this time, several of them were smashed, and they were still falling from the shelves automatically.

Each of these soul-sealing containers is sealed with a chaotic demon, ghost, and monster. Such black temples are found behind every temple on Tai Cang Mountain, and the revolving door suppresses them with holy aura. don't know what happened, but there was a sudden riot, and they all ran out!

Thanks for the pity: "It's too late!"

After he finished speaking, he kicked the door shut. The iron lock outside the door was smashed by the resentful spirits who broke out. He pulled out his sword, wrote a few words in the air with the tip of the sword, and inserted it into the ground. He brought more than 200 swords up the mountain, and he had to change one to wear almost every day. Each sword was an unparalleled sword. The sword was slanted on the ground, and the door could no longer be opened, only the anger of a group of resentful spirits slamming around in the black hall could be heard.

After withdrawing from the black temple, looking up, black clouds rose up in the black temples behind different temples on each mountain peak, and those resentful spirits rushed to the sky, and the smoke billowed in a certain direction. Zhu An said: "Where is it? Why do you fly there?"

The national teacher scolded: "You are dizzy, there is Xianle Palace!"

The whole group arrived at Xianle Peak in an instant. And on Tai Cang Mountain, black smoke wafted from the countless temples on the peaks, billowing towards it, forming a huge swirling cloud formation above the Xianle Palace. The national teacher said: "What happened to your Xianle Palace?! The demons and ghosts sealed in the black palace have been attracted, what are you putting in there?!"

Xie Lian was also stunned and said: "There is nothing! Only..."

Only what? Xie Lian suddenly remembered: That child!

At this time, Brother Zhu said: "It's not good, the national teacher!! There is a fire over there under His Royal Highness the Prince!"

Sure enough, a corner of Xianle Palace was already on fire, and the fire was soaring into the sky, and the black clouds above were faintly reddened. However, at the foot of Tai Cang Mountain, far away in the imperial city, the people who had not yet fallen asleep saw this scene. They didn't know that the big thing was bad, and they excitedly pulled people to watch it strangely: "Wow! The great gods on Xianshan do what they do. Hey, it's so pretty!"

In a blink of an eye, the group had arrived at Xianle Palace. Thanks for not leaving too many servants here, dozens of Taoists who came from other places are struggling to get well water to put out the fire. Thanks for not seeing the two attendants, and rushed in directly. All the resentful spirits in the black halls of the entire Taicang Mountain gathered here, and the interior of Xianle Palace was almost pitch-black, and the five fingers could not be seen. Xie Lian vaguely saw two figures in the center of the hall, shouting: "Fengxin! Admiration!"

The two guarded a protective formation to prevent evil spirits from invading, and they struggled to support it. Sure enough, Fengxin's voice rang: "His Royal Highness, don't come in! This child is weird, those things are all for him!"

Xie Lian noticed that behind the two figures, there was a small black shadow that seemed to be kneeling on the ground holding his head, and said, "It's not me!!!"

After observing for a moment, Xie Lian said: "Don't hold on, let go!"

Admiration said: "Can't let it go! If you let go, these things will go crazy. When I find the most among them..." Xie Lian shouted: "Don't be afraid. Let it go! Now!"

Mu Qing gritted her teeth and withdrew her hands at the same time as Feng Xin. Sure enough, those resentful spirits lost the power to contain them, and they all screamed, going mad!

However, at the next moment, Xie Lian stretched out his hand and grabbed a wisp of black smoke like lightning.

He really didn't even look at it, he just grabbed a wisp of black smoke with his bare hands and held it firmly in the palm of his hand. And after he caught this resentful spirit, all the resentful spirits running wildly in the entire Xianle Palace slowed down.

Outside the Xianle Palace, everyone nodded secretly.

When many resentful spirits are still in a state of chaos, all wandering in the same place, they will instinctively follow the strongest one.

As long as you grab that one, the rest will lose their direction for a while without the leader. At this moment, Xie Lian saw at a glance which one was the strongest, and pinched it without giving it any chance. With a little effort, this resentful spirit vanished in his palm.

Immediately afterwards, the four national teachers raised their sleeves and shouted: "All come back!"

The group of resentful spirits who had lost their leaders roamed around like flies in the Xianle Palace for a while. They were finally resigned to their fate and reluctantly returned to the sleeves of several national teachers. Dozens of Taoists extinguished the remaining flames in all directions, and the thick black smoke in the hall gradually dissipated, and Xie Lian saw the appearance of the three people clearly.

Fengxin and Mu Qing were half-kneeling on the ground, still in shock. And behind them, the child still held his head and said nothing. Several national teachers came in and asked at a glance: "Where is this child? Fengxin just said that all the resentful spirits are coming for him? What's going on?"

Thanks for the pity: "This is the child who fell from the city wall when Shangyuan sacrificed to the sky."

The national teachers were surprised. The national teacher said: "Why did you bring him up?"

Xie Lian shook his head, didn't bother to explain, and asked Fengxin: "What did he do to attract all the resentful spirits in the black hall?"

Fengxin still hung an arm, stood up, and said: "I don't know what he did! But as soon as he went up the mountain and entered Xianle Palace, suddenly this pile of black things came from other places. The top of the mountain flew over, and they all jumped into the temple, jumping around him, the more they gathered, the more they could get out."

Xie Lian looked at the Xianle Palace, which was burnt to black, the pillars were pillars, and the walls were walls, and said: "Then what happened to the fire?"

Mu Qing's face was full of black and gray, and said: "We can't get out, so we have to draw a formation to guard. These resentful spirits ignited candles and burned the veil, trying to force us to move out of the formation."

Feng Channel: "Fortunately, Your Highness, you arrived quickly, and grabbed their vital points at once, otherwise they will burn for a while, and even the entire group will be burned."

Hearing this, Mu Qing closed her eyes and bowed her head slightly. On the other side, several national teachers were already surrounding the young boy, looking at it carefully.

Xie Lian said: "National teacher, is there something wrong with this child?"

If there is something wrong, for example, being leaned over by the monster, Xie Lian should be able to see it at a glance. He practiced in Huangjiguan for several years, and he had specially trained his eyesight, and few things could hide from the sky and the sea in front of him. However, he didn't see anything wrong with the child, the national teacher shook his head, he probably couldn't see it, and asked the young boy, "What is your birthday?"

Hong Hong'er seemed to be very wary of everyone, full of hostility, she just looked at him and didn't speak. Xie Lian said warmly: "Tell me, the national teacher wants to see the fate for you, it is for your own good."

As soon as he spoke, Hong Hong'er reported her birthday in a low voice. The national teacher frowned, and began to count with his fingers. Several people looked at him for a while, discussed in a low voice for a while, and their expressions became more and more solemn. It can be seen that Xie Lian is also becoming more and more dignified.

Although the national teacher is a slick young man who seems to be only in his early thirties, Xie Lian knows best how much his master can be able to sit in the emperor's extreme view. Mei Nianqing, the chief national teacher of Xianle, is famous for the word "calculation". Xie Lian learned swordsmanship with several national teachers, but he never learned to tell the fortune-telling from the master national teacher, just because the national teacher said that this is the art of the rivers and lakes. I am not interested, and I have never dabbled in it, but as long as the national teacher makes a move, it will be no difference.

After a long while, after counting, the cold sweat on the forehead of the national teacher became more and more, and he murmured: "No wonder...no wonder...no wonder Sacrificial Heaven Tour was ruined by him, the Yin Spirit of the Black Temple was excited when he smelled him, Immortal The Le Palace is also on fire, this...this...this is really..."

Thanks for the pity: "How is it?"

The national teacher wiped off a cold sweat, and suddenly retreated eight feet away, saying: "His Royal Highness, you really picked up something extraordinary and went up the mountain! This child is very poisonous, he is an orphan. The life of Xing Zhuang, the kind that the evil things like most, whoever gets involved will be unlucky, and whoever kisses will die!"

Before she finished speaking, she heard a loud cry, and Hong Hong'er jumped up and rammed towards the national teacher.

Although his voice was immature, this shout was full of anger, as if his heart was filled with endless pain and despair, and the hearts of several people present trembled. This young child was clearly wounded, but he was torn and beaten, like a red-eyed mad dog, really fierce. Several deputy national teachers stopped Hong Hong'er, the national teacher retreated again and again, and said while backing: "Let him go down the mountain, let him go down the mountain! Don't touch him, I'm serious, this life is too poisonous, touch Don't touch it!"

Several deputy national teachers hurriedly avoided with him, and neither admiration nor wind letter should move. Seeing that others avoided him like a snake, the child was startled, and immediately fought even more fiercely, biting and saying hoarsely: "I'm not! I'm not!! I'm not!!!!"

Suddenly, a pair of hands stopped his waist and circled his body. A voice said above his head: "You're not. I know you're not. Well, stop crying. I know you're not."

The young boy pursed his lips tightly, grabbed the snow-white sleeves of the hands around his waist, and held back for a long time, but finally he couldn't hold back, and a line of tears suddenly rolled down from the black eye that was wide open, and he burst into tears. stand up.

Xie Lian hugged him from behind and said with certainty: "It's not your problem. It's not your fault."