"Report, sir, brothers have discovered something strange in the suburbs of Beijing. Please go and make a decision." The head of the Murong family's secret guard had a sad look on his face. He knelt down to ask for instructions and reported the situation to Murong Zheng.
Recently, based on the situation described by Murong Zheng, he led his men around Jiankang City and noticed something strange. They actually found a place, an abandoned yizhuang on the outskirts of Beijing. At night, there was always a chilling sound. The sound, coupled with the recent rumors of ghosts sucking and poaching human blood, made nearby residents panic and fled the place with their families.
The Murong family, a family of northern cultivators, were used to seeing supernatural and fantasy things, so they naturally scorned such scary tricks. But when he led his men to conduct an in-depth investigation at night, they found that every time the moon shines brightly, blood-red light would spread all over the sky, and the entire Yizhuang seemed to come alive, and the ground rumbled like wild beasts. The howls kept coming.
The leader of the secret guard used a secret method to drive the earth dragon to drill deeper into the earth to find out the situation. The ground was full of corpses, and there was very little breathing.
One of the corpses even turned to look at him with a sinister look, showing a strange smile. A ray of his soul was attached to the earth dragon. After staring at him, he seemed to be nailed to the spot.
The densely packed corpses made people's scalp numb. There was such a powerful and shocking monster hidden underground. The leader of the secret guards did not dare to make a decision in private, so he hurriedly asked Murong Zheng to go there in person.
I heard that Tao Hongjing was taken to the palace by the princess to recuperate. There were many experts in the palace. With his identity, if he was discovered secretly, he would undoubtedly be accused of treason.
Murong Zheng had no choice but to make this decision. He was busy mingling with the dignitaries of the capital, and took this opportunity to spy on the secrets of the palace, so as to gain the status of a frequent visitor to the palace. When he was dealing with the prime minister, Tai Chi was beaten by him and was annoyed. He heard about this. , I am satisfied in my heart.
Near the abandoned Yi Zhuang, the moonlight shines through the pale clouds, casting strange shadows, making the black tombstones even more terrifying. The wind blows, making a terrifying low groan, as if countless ghosts are crying.
Murong Zheng quietly waited for the red light pillar that his subordinates mentioned to appear. Today was a twelfth lunar month night. The moon was extremely round, and even had a dark red halo around it.
The mass grave seemed to be sensing something, and it actually came to life at this time. The sound of "dong dong dong" was like the deafening beating of a heartbeat. Murong Zheng tapped his toes and stood firmly on the top of a big tree to observe the changes in the surrounding environment.
The moon became more and more red. After about half a quarter of an hour, a red beam of light suddenly erupted from the back mountain. Corpses crawled out of the coffins, lying in various directions. Corpse maggots mixed with pus and blood dripped on the ground. Their eyes were hollow. Numb and slow to get up, they didn't pay attention to the obstacles under their feet. They fell and got up, got up and fell again, and so on, without a trace of consciousness. Murong Zheng frowned. The behavior of this monster was different from the one he met in the alley before. It's just that there is no difference at all.
The group of corpses let out strange roars of "Jie Jie -" and stumbled towards Jiankang City.
"You follow the group of corpses to find out the situation. If necessary, use fire tactics to injure them." Murong Zheng firmly grasped the handle of the knife and ordered in a cold voice, cold sweat falling from his forehead.
The secret guard took the order and retreated, gradually disappearing into the night, while Murong Zheng hesitated for a moment and decided to take a look at the back mountain where the red light beam was emitting.
The mountains and fields were extremely quiet, with no wind at all. The trees were still and the insects' chirping faded away. A round moon looked pale and strange through the clouds.
The hairs of the mountain foxes and wild cats in the cemetery are stained with phosphorus powder after the dead bones have been pulverized. As they jump and run, they emit faint will-o'-the-wisps, floating leisurely in the distance, jumping up and down. The lights and will-o'-the-wisps contrast with each other, making it difficult to distinguish, and the scene becomes increasingly weird.
The huge red light pillar gradually became fainter, and the afterimage turned into red threads and penetrated into the void. Seeing this, Hong Murongzheng quickened his pace, and after about half an hour he finally found the source of the light pillar in the back mountain.
This is a simple Taoist temple with an overall shape that is straight and stretched. The eaves at the ridge end are slightly upturned. The roof decoration is simple and unpretentious. It is made of blue bricks, bluestones and glazed tiles. The entire building has no beams and a rigorous structure. Murong Zheng looked at the architectural form and thought that the Taoist temple in front of him seemed to be in the style of the Han Dynasty.
It was dusk, and there was no one in the courtyard. Blood-red lanterns were hung under the eaves of the palace, the window lattice was broken, and the mountain wind let out a sinister scream through the small hole. Murong Zheng was leaning against the corner, observing the surrounding environment closely. He gently pushed the half-closed firewood door, and broke the silence of the night with a "squeak-" sound.
The yellow flags were fluttering, and there was a thick layer of ash piled on the table. It had not been cleaned for a long time. Behind three unburned incense sticks of different lengths, there were several spiritual tablets standing high.
Murong Zheng came closer, opened a fire folding book, and blew a breath of air over it, causing dust to fly around, revealing the gilt-engraved name on the spiritual tablet.
Murong Zheng raised the candle and leaned over to check the contents carefully. He scanned the words on the spiritual tablet from top to bottom and missed nothing.
"The Immortal Emperor Xiaowu of the Han Dynasty."
"Real person from the North Pole."
"Ancestor Li Shaojun."
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When Murong Zheng recited it in a low voice, it was as if there was a faint spiritual energy condensing and rising in the Danta field. Murong Zheng was surprised in his heart. Worshiping ancestors or gods can obtain the power of earthly immortals to feed and nourish the family. The temple usually has to be in a geomantic treasure place. Or a great formation may be set up by an expert to absorb the essence of heaven and earth.
This small Taoist temple located in the back mountain is not as simple as it seems. In a few breaths, he moved to change the scenery and walked around the Taoist temple, which was not big or small.
There are three statues enshrined in the Taoist temple. What is striking is that the open palm of one of the dusty golden sculptures flashes with golden light from time to time. Murong Zheng looked at it carefully. This was the mark left by frequent wiping or touching.
Murong Zheng took a step forward and put his hand on his palm. The two seemed to have a connection. Suddenly, the statue's fingers curled up. Murong Zheng's hand was tightly held and he couldn't break free. He secretly used it. Some spiritual power.
Murong Zheng was also surprised. After he used his spiritual power, the stone statue let go of its hand, and then there was a rumble, and the wall more than two feet behind the stone statue retreated from both sides.
In front of him was a long and dark passage in a secret chamber. After walking for a long time, Murong Zheng discovered that there was a cave behind this Taoist temple. The more he walked, the wider it became. What appeared in front of him was a cave, another wonderful world.
There was darkness behind Murong Zheng, but sunlight shone from the entrance of the cave in front of him. Darkness and darkness cut at Murong Zheng's feet. There were four big characters inscribed at the entrance of the cave: The Mausoleum of the Emperor.
When Murong Zheng walked in, the mausoleum was different from what he had imagined. The huge golden sandalwood coffin was lifted in the air by the clouds, and unknown white creatures were floating in the air. The whole world presented a strange and mysterious atmosphere. Beauty.
Murong Zheng did a little testing. After shooting down the white creature, it turned into white air and disappeared. He knew that this was another world derived from Taoism. It could run such a huge illusion and secret technique. Murong Zheng I recognize him from the bottom of my heart as an expert.
In the middle is a celestial terrace with a height of more than 20 feet, with cedars as the beams. The fragrance can be smelled for 10 miles. Murong Zheng used Qinggong to get on the terrace to get a general view of the entire mausoleum.
Li Mubai was wearing a white Taoist robe and was meditating with his eyes closed. Murong Zheng thought it was a phantom, stretched out his hand under his nose and sighed, and found warm breath, and then hurriedly made a gesture.
Li Mubai may have entered the realm, a nightmare suddenly emerged in his heart, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. Murong Zheng guessed that the illusion was created by him and did not take advantage of others' danger when he was not paying attention.
On an altar below, sleeping is a young woman. Her eyebrows are gentle and elegant, her hands are hanging on both sides of her body, her long black hair is spread over her shoulders, and her green clothes are spread out on the table. , the whole person is like a splash-ink landscape painting.
But her face was as pale as paper, and there was no blood on her lips. Murong Zheng used a ray of spiritual power to search for the soul. After a moment, he was shocked. The woman in front of him was really a dead person, and there was no soul left in her body. She was really an empty shell. son!
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Liu Yu was sitting on the dragon chair in the imperial court. His bright yellow robe was embroidered with the pattern of dragons rising from the sea, and his clothes and accessories were gorgeous and flamboyant. At this time, the ministers in the imperial court were chattering like a pot of porridge.
Jiang Jiangui's matter is gradually falling into a dead end. Li Mubai, who claims to be the best person in the world in the art of resurrection, has not given him any definite information yet. Every time he asks him, he tells him to wait, wait, and wait. But before he can find out, he himself A lot of rare treasures from the treasury were given away.
He was agitated, but during this period of time, he didn't know who had taken the initiative, and they handed him notes one after another to invite his queen.
The noise gave him a headache, and he waved to the eunuchs to silence them. "Quiet -" the little monkey pinched his throat, and his high-pitched voice spread to every corner of the hall.
The palace became quiet, and no one said anything, "Your Majesty, we cannot delay the establishment of a queen. The royal family needs to spread its heirs, and the harem cannot lack a master of the palace!" The Minister of Rites was the first to kneel down and plead, with his eyes red. It seems that Liu Yu doesn't agree, and the next second he will raise his sleeves to wipe away tears.
A cat cries like a mouse and pretends to be compassionate. Who doesn't know that he is thinking of ways to send people around him to monitor him.
"Oh, do you have anyone to recommend?" Liu Yu raised his eyelids and asked pretendingly. These people all thought he was a fool who was easy to fool. They were waiting for the day when he fully grasped the power to kill these annoying people. People solve all their problems to get rid of their worries.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, Xi Ye's daughter Xi Wei was born with crape myrtle from the sky. She is destined to be a phoenix. You may consider it."
The woman named Xi Wei is the daughter of Xi Ye, the former prince's wife. Her mother is Princess Xunyang, the daughter of Emperor Wen of the Song Dynasty Liu Yilong. Not only did she come from a famous family, she was also well-educated and courteous, gentle and courteous, and she grew up tall and graceful. Everyone who has seen her thinks that she is the most beautiful woman in Jiangnan.
No one noticed that Xi Ye's face hardened after hearing this news, and his smiles towards others were a little perfunctory.
He was indeed a good candidate. In the court, everyone started arguing with each other. Liu Yu originally wanted to reject Jiang Jiangui directly, no matter who he was, to show his undying heart for Jiang Jiangui.
But when he heard Xi Wei's name, he hesitated for a moment. Even Ruan Dianfu, who was under the court, winked at him, telling him not to be impulsive and to be cautious in his words and actions.
