Three days later, Chang'an.
Li Daoxuan finished handling the affairs in Luoyang and returned to Chang'an immediately.
The moment he stepped into Chang'an City, the Qinglong Terrace in the Tai Chi Palace, the White Tiger Cave deep in the Zhaoling Tomb, the Suzaku Pavilion on Suzaku Street, and the Xuanwu Altar at the bottom of the Seoul Lake all moved.
The four saints chanted in unison, and the whole city of Chang'an seemed to come alive all of a sudden, finding the finishing touch.
Ordinary people may not feel anything, but practitioners, especially those who are proficient in the art of looking for energy, will find that the foundation of the entire city of Chang'an suddenly becomes several times deeper.
The clouds are steaming and the clouds are shining, and the precious energy is brilliant.
On the observatory.
The imperial jade seal in Li Chunfeng's hand suddenly trembled continuously, and then became dim.
This jade seal is the key to controlling the Four Saints' formation. The person holding the seal can temporarily control the formation, but there is a prerequisite for that, that is, the real master of the Four Saints' formation has not returned.
Obviously, that person is back.
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Suzaku Street.
Changle rode on a white horse, stretched out his hands, breathed the air of Chang'an, felt the prosperity of Chang'an, and said with a smile: "Chang'an, we are back!"
Li Daoxuan wore a bamboo hat on his head and held a white horse in his hand. His snow-green Taoist robe was fluttering, with only his chin exposed.
"Keep your voice down."
Chang Le was a little confused and said: "Master, why do we enter Chang'an quietly?"
"Because to be a teacher, you have to do one thing first."
"What's up?"
Li Daoxuan smiled at her and did not answer, but slapped the horse's butt hard.
"Xiao Tian, take her back to Xuandu Temple."
The white horse barked, indicating that he knew it, and then quickly ran in the direction of Xuandu Temple, leaving several people passing by dumbfounded and almost doubting their own ears.
How can a horse imitate a dog's barking?
Li Daoxuan shook his head and laughed. He deliberately turned Xiaotian into a white horse just to avoid attracting attention. Good guy, he is even more attractive now.
"Xuan Zang, you should go back to Xuandu Temple first."
Xuanzang clasped his hands together and did not ask further questions. He just said, "Brother, be careful in everything."
After everyone left, Li Daoxuan looked in the direction of the palace, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes.
Master Sanle gave him three gifts before his death, one was the Three Five Evil Slaying Male and Female Sword, one was Moro's life, and the other was the secret hidden in the Tai Chi Palace.
The reason why he went to the city in disguise was also to avoid alerting others.
With a sudden change, Li Daoxuan turned into a sparrow, flapped his wings and flew into the imperial city, flying towards the harem.
Although there were unscrupulous people patrolling the palace, and even Yin Shen realm masters such as Wang Bo, Zhu Rong, and Dian Mu were stationed there, they never imagined that their national master would sneak into the palace quietly.
Only Yuan Tiangang, who was playing chess with Li Shimin, suddenly had a whim and had a vague feeling, but he couldn't figure out what it was.
The Seventy-Two Transformations are the great supernatural powers recorded in the "Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques". They can transform all things in the world and avoid three disasters and nine disasters. Even a Yang Shen monk like Yuan Tiangang can hardly see through it.
Li Zhengdian, where Empress Changsun lives.
In addition to the guards with extraordinary martial arts skills, there are also bad people hiding in secret around here, which can be said to be leak-proof.
A bad guy pulled the bowstring and aimed at the flying sparrow.
Naturally, he did not see through Li Daoxuan's seventy-two transformations, but the old Black Mountain demon once turned into a crow and came to the palace, kidnapped the queen's soul, and almost killed the queen.
If the imperial master hadn't stepped in to turn the tide, they might all have died.
From that day on, they learned their lesson, even if they were flying birds, they had to shoot them down!
However, before he could draw the bow, the sparrow trembled all over and dropped countless flea-like sleepy bugs, which got into the ears of the guards, eunuchs and maids in the palace.
Wow~
In the blink of an eye, these people were swaying around, and there were no exceptions, even if they were bad people with cultivation skills.
Li Daoxuan recovered his true form, calmly stepped into the palace and came to the inner room.
The future Emperor Gaozong, Li Zhi, was also the man who single-handedly created the empress Wu Zetian. He was now lying in his swaddling clothes, staring at the roof. The wet nurses and maids on both sides were already asleep.
When he saw Li Daoxuan, he let out a clear laugh and stretched out his small palm as if to hug him.
Li Daoxuan also smiled slightly, his calm voice was like thunder.
"Moro, we meet again."
Xiao Li Zhi blinked his eyes, let out a childish and crisp laugh, and kept flapping his hands in the air. Together with his pink face, he made people fall in love.
Li Daoxuan reached out and made a move.
"Four of Swords, kill evil!"
Clang!
The evil-killing sword flew out from the sword box, with a sound like a dragon's roar, floating over Xiao Li Zhi's head, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the center of his eyebrows.
"Moluo, are you familiar with this sword?"
Xiao Li Zhi seemed to be frightened, his dark eyes were filled with fear, and he cried loudly.
However, no one came in because they were all fast asleep.
Li Daoxuan's eyes were indifferent, and he stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the evil-killing sword. Without any hesitation, he stabbed towards Xiao Li Zhi fiercely!
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Snapped!
The chess piece in Li Shimin's hand fell and rolled on the chessboard.
He frowned slightly, feeling an inexplicable palpitation in his heart.
The incident in Luoyang is over. Could it be that there was something wrong with Yinshan or something happened to the Turkic army?
Probably not possible.
"Taichong has completely wiped out the Moro Sect in Luoyang. From now on, our Tang Dynasty will have no internal troubles. It only takes three to five years of cultivation to greatly increase the national power and catch up with the Turks!"
Li Shimin's eyes were filled with excitement. He had full confidence in governing the country. If it hadn't been for Moro's troubles in recent years, the Tang Dynasty would not have developed so slowly.
Maybe it won't be long before he can wipe out the shame of the Weishui Alliance!
Raise the power of your army in foreign lands, and bring peace to the prosperous world!
"The Imperial Master is indeed a miraculous talent. Your Majesty has obtained it, just like King Wen met Jiang Shang, Liu Bang met Zhang Liang, but..."
Yuan Tiangang hesitated for a moment, but remembering Li Daoxuan's life-saving grace, he continued.
"As a bad commander, I should not interfere with political affairs, but I heard that these days, many ministers in the court, led by Zhao Guogong, are impeaching the imperial advisor for being arbitrary and authoritative. He has too much power, and even... no one has the power to look after your majesty. .”
Li Shimin's eyes narrowed slightly.
Yuan Tiangang sighed: "As a Taoist, I know very well how terrifying Moro is. The Imperial Master risked his life to fight for the Tang Dynasty. If he is still being slandered behind his back, I'm afraid he will be... heartbroken."
Li Shimin sneered and said, "Do you really think those people are complaining about their eldest grandson Quan Xi?"
"Farting, they keep saying it's for the sake of Sheji, but in fact they are afraid, afraid that Tai Chong's flying sword will chop off their heads one day!"
As a national advisor, Li Daoxuan is in charge of Zhelong. He has a high and powerful position. He is not part of the power system of the three provinces and six ministries of the imperial court and is not subject to any constraints. This is really special.
In the past, he did not interfere in politics and did not interact with any officials, which made people feel reassured. But this time, Ling Chi's eldest son, Sun Quanxi, showed his sharp edge, which undoubtedly made some people uneasy.
"Your Majesty, do you need to control the authority of the Imperial Master?"
Li Shimin dropped a piece, his voice calm and powerful.
"No need, I believe him."
…
The evil-killing sword stabbed hard, and even though no magic power was injected into it, it still cut iron like clay, blowing short hair, and penetrated the bed board directly.
Li Zhi disappeared.
Li Daoxuan raised his head and saw that Li Zhi's little body was surrounded by black mist and was hanging upside down from the beam, staring at him with an extremely cold and vicious expression.
"Master Sanle really didn't lie to me."
Li Daoxuan stared at Li Zhi, whose appearance changed drastically, and slowly rolled up his sleeves.
That day Master Sanle told him that on the day when Empress Changsun lost her soul during childbirth, Moro had invaded the fetus in her belly with a trace of the true spirit.
This is a hidden move. If Li Zhi can become emperor in the future, Moro will be able to quietly control the Tang Dynasty.
At that time, Li Daoxuan found it unbelievable, but after careful consideration, he discovered a key point that he had missed.
That day, the old Black Mountain demon kidnapped the queen's soul and planned to use it to blackmail Li Shimin. In that case, why not just kidnap Li Zhi's soul as well?
At that time, Li Zhi was about to be born, already had a soul, and was in the weakest state because of the death of his mother's body.
The old monster from Montenegro could kidnap the queen and the prince at the same time with just a few clicks of his fingers, but he chose not to touch Li Zhi.
Because he knew that the leader Moro was quietly taking birth in that little belly of life...
"San Le Dog Thief, ruined my life!"
Li Zhi's nails became sharp and long, like sharp blades. He put his nails on his neck and threatened: "Li Daoxuan, if Li Shimin's son is forced to death by you, what do you think he will think?"
Li Daoxuan smiled slightly and said: "Moluo, Moluo, you overestimate yourself."
Zhila!
There was a flash of lightning, and a slender hand pressed Li Zhi's neck, almost knocking him into the wall.
Cyan thunder swam around his limbs, leaving him unable to muster any strength.
"Now you are not the real body of the demon Buddha, but just a trace of the remnant spirit. How dare you threaten me?"
Li Daoxuan raised his other hand and slapped him hard several times.
"You alone are worthy of scolding Master Sanle?"
Li Zhi was beaten in a daze, and every slap of Li Daoxuan was filled with personal grudges, mixed with lightning, like thunder in the palm of a supernatural power.
After a while, Li Zhi's entire face was swollen, and his whole body was paralyzed by the electric light. He was foaming at the mouth and his limbs were twitching continuously.
Li Daoxuan finally let go of him, then held the evil-slaying sword and pointed the blade between his eyebrows.
Zila~
There was a sound like barbecue in the air, and streams of black smoke were forced out by the evil-killing sword. They faintly gathered into Moro's figure, rushing towards Li Daoxuan as if they were all dead.
The phantom of the green lotus bloomed with brilliant light and full charm, easily blocking Moro's dying counterattack.
There is no need to even cast the Golden Light Divine Spell.
In addition to the Qinglian Baoyi being a top-grade spiritual treasure, the most important thing is that what is possessed in Li Zhi's body is just a trace of Moro's residual spirit, which has not become a reality.
The palace became quiet.
Moro completely disappeared from this world, and even the last trace was erased.
Li Daoxuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It's so dangerous. If Master Sanle hadn't warned him, he might have been fooled by Moro. Although it's just a residual spirit, if Li Zhi becomes the emperor in the future, there's no telling what kind of trouble Moro can cause. .
Cries arose.
Xiao Li Zhi, who was beaten into a pig's head, looked at Li Daoxuan with tears in his eyes, and deep fear was buried in his young heart.
Moro's remnant spirit only lurked in his body and did not replace his consciousness, so he was aware of everything that had just happened.
Including being beaten.
Li Daoxuan coughed, used Mu Xing's magical power to recover from his injuries, and then stretched out his hand between his eyebrows.
Xiao Li Zhi immediately fell asleep and would forget what happened today when he woke up.
"Next, we can return to Chang'an openly."
"Then... borrow the power of the Tang Dynasty to become an immortal!"
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On July 21st of the second year of Zhenguan, Li Daoxuan, the national preceptor, completely annihilated the Moro religion in Luoyang, the eastern capital, and returned to the capital with a great victory. The emperor personally went out of the city to welcome him, playing the Qin King's breaking formation music to welcome the national preceptor's triumphant return.
A three-day curfew was imposed in Chang'an, the lights were brightly lit, and the whole country celebrated, calling it the city that never sleeps.
Since then, the Tang Dynasty has entered a stage of relative peace and stability, and the prosperous age of Zhenguan is gradually approaching.
Three days later, Chang'an City Gate.
Li Daoxuan refused the banquets offered by countless dignitaries, princes and grandchildren. Wearing a bamboo hat on his head and a gourd hanging on his waist, he came to the city gate at dawn, ready to say goodbye to someone.
In addition to him, Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng, the two emperor's right-hand men, also arrived quietly.
A moment later, Xuanzang walked out of the city gate in the morning light. He held the nine-ring tin staff of the Buddha from Daxingshan Temple, wore a brocade cassock, and carried a purple gold alms bowl, and headed towards the west.
Other than that, it was all alone and empty.
"Brother, Daozhang Yuan and Daozhang Li, you don't need to persuade me anymore, I have made up my mind."
Although Xuanzang was a little surprised when he saw Li Daoxuan and the others, his voice was as firm as ever.
In the past few days, Li Daoxuan introduced Xuanzang to His Majesty. After Li Shimin had a conversation with Xuanzang, he appreciated him very much and sent Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng to persuade Xuanzang to give up his journey to the west and better serve as an official.
"Haha, Xuanzang, you are worrying too much. We are not here to persuade you this time."
Yuan Tiangang stepped forward, handed him the customs clearance document, and said: "Your Majesty knows your intention to travel west, and has specially ordered this poor Taoist to deliver the document."
Li Chunfeng led the white horse forward and handed the reins to Xuanzang.
"The name of this horse is White Dragon. It was the name given by the Imperial Master himself. It is an immortal horse selected by His Majesty. He said that the journey to the west is difficult. He hopes that this horse can help Xuanzang take care of his worries and also go to see it for the Tang Dynasty. Look, the prosperity of the Western Region."
"His Majesty also said that when you come back, you will definitely see a new Tang Dynasty. At that time, he will hold a candlelight night talk with you and have a good chat about his experiences on the westward journey."
Xuanzang held the white horse in his hand and bowed in the direction of Tai Chi Palace, thanking the emperor for the gift.
Li Daoxuan finally came up. He didn't say anything, but looked at Xuanzang with emotion.
When we first met in Yuzhang City, the little monk who only reached his chest has now become tall and straight, with a calm temperament, and has the appearance of a senior monk.
The little monk who always followed him and called him big brother now has his own path. Even though he and he have to part ways, Li Daoxuan is sincerely happy for him.
Under Xuanzang's slightly surprised gaze, Li Daoxuan did not bow to him as usual, but opened his arms and gave him a hug.
"Take care of yourself."
Although there were only two words, Xuanzang's heart trembled.
After this separation, I don’t know when we will see each other again, and it may be the last time the two of them see each other.
Xuanzang lowered his head to prevent his elder brother from seeing his reddish eyes. He rode a white horse and headed towards the west.
After walking a hundred feet, he suddenly realized that there was something extra in his arms.
It was a brocade bag to store magic weapons. There were various Taoist talismans neatly stacked in it, no less than thousands of them. In addition, there were also a dazzling array of medicine bottles with their functions marked on them.
Recuperate, practice, heal...
Xuanzang turned around and looked around. At the distant gate of Chang'an City, there was still a figure standing there for a long time.
"drive!"
Xuanzang's voice was choked with sobs. The white dragon horse continued westward, and the brilliant rays of sunlight fell on him, like a colorful mural.
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Turks, somewhere in an underground cave.
Dozens of Han people were nailed to the wall with iron sticks. There were white-haired old men, three- and four-year-old children with braids, and even pregnant women with huge bellies.
Without exception, they were all covered with iron nails, and blood continued to flow down the wall, finally converging into a mysterious and ancient circular pattern.
There is an ancient bronze box in the center of the pattern. It is rusty and has green copper everywhere.
Nourished by the blood, the bronze box suddenly began to tremble, as if something was trying to escape from the box.
Seeing this scene, the Turkic high priest clenched his fists, expecting, nervous, and a little afraid.
When he was a child, he accidentally entered this underground cave and encountered this box. By observing the mysterious runes on the box, he entered the path of spiritual practice. He was even promoted to the Yang God and became the high priest of the Turks.
He always believed that there was a great god hidden in this box!
It's just that this box has been silent until a few days ago, when it suddenly burst into light, and some kind of thunderous roar could be vaguely heard inside.
After a while, the trembling box became quiet again.
There was a hint of disappointment in the high priest's eyes.
However, at this moment, an ancient and vast consciousness came to his mind and conveyed two sentences.
"Blood... more blood..."
"Juye... Dongping... Shanyang..."
The high priest was trembling with excitement. He finally heard the god's revelation. His guess was correct. There was indeed a great being hidden in this box!
Li Daoxuan, Longhu Mountain, and the Empress in Tsing Yi will all be wiped out and cease to exist!
The Tang Dynasty is destined to be trampled on by the iron hooves of our Turkic warriors!
…
"Brother Li, you can't leave!"
At the gate of Chang'an City, Li Daoxuan pulled Li Chunfeng's sleeve and said with a smile: "I have something to ask you."
Li Chunfeng subconsciously touched his back and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was no sticker.
He straightened his wrinkled sleeves and said, "What's the matter?"
"Help me calculate which places in the Tang Dynasty have the strongest aura of the Five Elements."
Li Chunfeng was a little surprised and said: "Didn't you learn Ziwei Dou Shu? Why don't you do it yourself?"
"Haha, I'm afraid that my life will be shortened if I calculate too many secrets."
Li Chunfeng: "..."
"In a word, can you help me?"
"...I won't help."
"Brother Li, I heard that a man was pinned at the city gate before and was passed by by countless carriages. There was dust everywhere on his body. Oh, by the way, there are some horses that like to show off wherever they want..."
"I never accept any threats."
Li Chunfeng said lightly: "The main thing is that I am also interested in this matter. Tomorrow, you can come to Qintian Prison to find me for the answer."
Li Daoxuan: "..."
Yuan Tiangang looked at the two people and laughed.
The three of them entered Chang'an together, walking side by side, as if they were hidden in a magnificent picture scroll depicting the various forms of living beings and all phenomena in the world, gradually disappearing amidst the shouts of vendors and the smoke rising from Zhuque Street in the early morning.
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(Volume 3·End) (End of this chapter)
