In the afternoon, Zhao Mengqi went to Ye Mengding's house to pay his condolences and express condolences.
Ye Mengding has packed his bags and will leave Lin'an to return home tomorrow. He can do nothing to help the students' plight but encourage and teach them.
Zhao Mengqi didn't talk too much to Ye Mengding. What he did say would only cause trouble to the teacher and apprentice. After listening to the teachings for more than an hour, he left Ye Mansion and returned to the palace.
He naturally knew what happened in Lin'an City. It was unexpected, but not too surprising.
He had expected the other party's move, but this method was beyond his expectation. To use so many innocent people as rafts was really worse than a beast.
But he can't do anything now. He knows the medical common sense of later generations, but if he is asked to cure diseases and save people, he is probably far inferior to even Chong Taiyi's son. He can only deduce that the cause of the disease is probably poisoning.
In addition, the other party's methods must be more than that. He will wait and see, waiting for the next move.
Returning to Qingyan Hall, I was surprised to see Lin Yaban.
This old man was elusive all day long. Sometimes he wouldn't see anyone for several days. Sometimes he would suddenly pop up to teach martial arts, and then disappear again.
What was strange today was that the old man actually moved a table in the courtyard, drinking wine and watching the sunset.
Zhao Mengqi waved away the yellow wolfberry, walked to the opposite side of Old Lin, sat down on the floor tiles, took the wine bottle, and took a big gulp into his mouth, "Tsk! The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk, Old Lin , are you sentimental about life?"
"Haha, it's hard to say whose dusk this is. The old man can live another ten or eight years. It's hard to say for you kid."
Old man Lin was not easy to deal with, and he immediately backhanded him.
"Hey! Old man, are you looking down on me? It's just a little trouble, what can you do to me?" Zhao Mengqi pulled out a dried fruit and threw it into his mouth.
Old Man Lin glanced at him sideways, with disdain on his face, "It's like a toad yawning. It's such a loud tone. You're so young, but you have such a big heart. It's easy to take risks. Aren't you afraid that if you are not careful, you will be beaten to death?"
"If a person dies and a bird looks up to the sky, he will not die for tens of millions of years. Hey, I forgot that you can't experience this. After all, the forest is so big that there are no birds... Oh, a gentleman talks but doesn't use his hands!"
Zhao Mengqi received a sharp shock on his head and grimaced in pain.
"Old man, you don't even have a bird, you can't be a gentleman!" Old Man Lin took back his hand and spat angrily, "You bastard, you pretended to respect the elderly and the virtuous at first, but as time goes by, your tail has become I can’t hold it anymore and I’m becoming more and more rude.”
Zhao Mengqi rubbed the sore spot on his head and smiled tiredly, "Both of us are gentlemen, so why bother talking about those fake things? You must have come specifically to persuade me today, right?"
"The old man has no children and is half buried in the earth. I don't care if you die, but you are not the one to listen to advice."
"That's right, even those who listen to advice can't become an emperor through the ages, right?"
"Tsk, tsk, this shameless attitude is somewhat similar to that of Taizu Taizong."
"Okay, if you always have something to say, just say it. If you keep talking, it will be dawn." Zhao Mengqi shrugged and put away his playful attitude.
Old man Lin was not in a hurry. He slowly filled a glass of wine and took a sip. "Let me ask you, in the future, if Concubine Jia gives birth to a son, what will you do?"
Zhao Mengqi was stunned, "What can I do? That is my father's only biological son, and he is also my brother. As long as he does not seek death, the wealthy and idle king will definitely be indispensable. No, old man, if you ask this, you are sure that I can win?" "
"Then don't worry about it. Just remember what you said..."
With that said, Old Man Lin walked away with a bottle of wine, leaving only the lingering sound echoing in Zhao Mengqi's ears.
…
The side hall of Ciyuan Hall.
Zhao Guanjia was sitting in the hall, looking closely at an old Taoist in shabby clothes in the hall.
The real name of this old Taoist is Zhang Yiwei. He is Zhiyou Shengguanshi, that is, the abbot. However, he is also an official and receives a salary from the court.
Now there is a wooden couch in the palace, and on the couch lies a palace maid suffering from sleeping sickness. He is doing the magic to this palace maid.
Even though Zhang Laodao's robes are shabby and shabby, he has a childish face and fair hair, wields a peach wood sword, and is quite a bit of an immortal.
While dancing his sword, fighting the air with wits and courage, he walked around the wooden couch. Inadvertently, his sleeves brushed the palace maid's face, and then the Taoist talismans spread all over the sky.
"...Hurry up like a law! Hey, the evildoer won't show up soon!"
The wooden sword had no edge, but it emitted sword light, flying like a dragon in the rain of talismans. Finally, it suddenly stabbed a Taoist talisman. The yellow Taoist talisman actually showed blood!
At the same time, the palace maid on the wooden couch let out a cry, then opened her eyes and woke up.
"Your Majesty, the evildoer has been eliminated, cough..."
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Zhang Daozhang's mouth, his face turned pale, and it seemed that he had exhausted all his mana.
Zhao Guanjia said anxiously, "Hurry and help the immortal master to rest!"
After a while, Dong Songchen used a tray to present the Taoist talisman that was stabbed in front of Zhao Guan's family.
The bloodstains on the Dao Talisman were shocking, and then there was a faint black pattern in the bloodstains. Zhao Guanjia couldn't help but ask, "What is this picture?"
Dong Songchen took a closer look and said, "It looks a bit like fish scales..."
"Those are transformed from dragon scales." Daochang Zhang, who was leaning on the back of his chair, replied aloud, "Judging from the breath on it, these scales belong to a five-hundred-year-old dragon. According to Pindao's speculation, this dragon should be the transformed dragon. It should have been destroyed before it was completed, but obviously this dragon did not obey the destiny and tried to use evil methods to defy heaven. It turned its own scales into marks and attached them to the bodies of people in the world, sucking their essence to maintain vitality. This caused the patient to become drowsy and unconscious. , the essence is slowly depleting!"
"This!?" Zhao Guanjia felt unbelievable, but what he saw and heard made him feel very credible. "Where is this evil dragon now? Can it be eliminated?"
"Your Majesty, I am a poor Taoist with insufficient spiritual practice and meager magic power. I really cannot detect the location of this dragon. Even if I pull out these few marks, I have exhausted my energy and am in urgent need of recuperation."
"Then can we find other immortal masters to eliminate evil?"
"Your Majesty, the reason why this poor man knows something about this evil dragon is because of the enlightenment from the Holy Lord Blessing Saint. There may be other experts who can deal with the evil dragon, but there must not be many."
"What should we do? Does this evil dragon have any influence on the fate of the Song Dynasty?"
"Pindao... is unpredictable. With Pindao's ability, he can only maintain peace in a radius of half a mile, and he still doesn't know if there will be any changes in the future."
Zhao Guan's family didn't know what to do for a while, so they couldn't help but pace back and forth. In the end, they couldn't come up with a clue. They sighed sadly, "Then we have to take it one step at a time. As for the peace of this palace, Master Lao will be there."
Peace was temporarily restored in the palace, but the city of Lin'an was still filled with fear.
Fortunately, after sunset, there were no more comatose patients, which made people feel a little calmer.
In order to strengthen their courage, people often gather dozens of people together, either in teahouses, restaurants, lanes, or in some large houses.
In this case, a message accompanied by a sketch quickly spread from one group of people to another.
"The Taoist priest of Yousheng Temple is right, everything is caused by the black dragon!"
"Yes, I also looked at that picture. The places where the patients occurred are connected together, and it is exactly the shape of a dragon with Imperial Street as its spine. The head of the dragon is in the Imperial City!"
"I heard before that King Zhong was possessed by an evil dragon. I didn't believe it. Now it seems that I have to believe it."
"Right now, those of us who are not within the range of the dragon shape are safe and sound. We are really lucky."
"Haha, don't be happy yet. I have heard that after the evil dragon absorbs enough popularity, it will transform and grow again. By then, who dares to say that their home will not be enveloped?"
"Ah! What should I do? I heard that the evil dragon possessing the loyal king can be fake or real. The magic is so powerful that no one can do anything about it!"
"I heard that the reason why the evil dragon is so powerful is because the loyal king it possesses is the crown prince, that is, the young dragon. It has the fortune of the Song Dynasty to rely on, and even the eminent monks and Taoists in the world cannot harm it. it."
"Tsk, tsk, this evil dragon is really cunning, it actually came up with such a ruthless method, then should we just sit back and wait for it to cause trouble?"
"I think if the loyal prince is no longer the crown prince, then the evil dragon will have no support?"
"Come on! My dear, you are really smart. I think this plan will work!"
"Me too!"
"I also think this method is good. If Prince Zhong's reserve position is abolished, we will all be saved!"
Similar exchanges like this took place in every corner of Lin'an City. For a while, everyone seemed to have reached a consensus: to abolish King Zhong and keep peace!
That night, the whole of Lin'an was sleepless. The lights were as bright as day, but there was no singing, dancing, banquet, or laughter. There was only a desire to pray for peace, brewing in fear and sorrow.
